The First Magic World War-Chapter 351 - : 333, The Twelve Requests of the Divine Creature

Chapter 351: 333, The Twelve Requests of the Divine Creature

Charles’s soul almost flew out in fright!

It took him more than a dozen seconds to realize that it was not the old King laughing!

But it seemed even more terrifying, as the giggle was eerily familiar.

It was the voice of a young boy.

Startled, Charles hastily prayed in his heart, “O Sovereign of the Extraordinary Path, who roams the river of time, understands all mysteries, and presides over the Court of Destiny! How have I disturbed you? Have I done something to trouble you?”

A voice rang in Charles’s ear, “Are you willing to sacrifice Saint Michael to me?”

Without hesitation, Charles said, “I am willing!”

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“How can I sacrifice Him to you?”

Being requested for a sacrifice by one of the Nine Great True Gods, the Serpent of Destiny, was an incredibly auspicious occasion.

True Gods do not take freely from mortals. Even if they do, it is a blessing, as long as it keeps the True Gods from bothering oneself, why would Charles stint on a divine spirit?

The young boy’s voice faintly transmitted, “Throw the ring that controls Michael onto Him.”

Charles immediately slipped off the Golden Ring, silently praying, “O Sovereign of the Extraordinary Path, who roams the river of time, understands all mysteries, and presides over the Court of Destiny! I follow your guidance, offering the sacrifice that pleases you, and await your delight!”

He forcefully threw the Golden Ring toward Saint Michael.

The ring merely flashed before vanishing into Michael’s body. Charles heard a melodious laughter in his ears, a gentle, young voice saying, “I once incarnated as a mortal, played amongst humans, and was friends with Michael for a while…”

Saint Michael’s body trembled, but his eyes remained closed. Soon, a faint stream of light left his body and surged into the mysterious, unfathomable river of destiny.

After the faint stream of light departed, Saint Michael returned to quiet, but his body continuously “collapsed,” and the Holy Force Field shrank further, leaving behind only a Golden Ring.

Charles reached out, and a Flame Hand shot out, retrieving the Golden Ring.

He knew this was a reward from the Serpent of Destiny.

This True God desired only “Michael,” not the divine spirit!

The shell of this Divine Creature was somehow manipulated by the Serpent of Destiny, ensuring that no one could command Him anymore. He had completely merged into the Golden Ring.

The Golden Ring had completely changed its form, now resembling a golden snake coiled around itself. The snake seemed vividly alive, bursting with vitality, as if mysterious and unfathomable destiny intertwined around it.

Charles carefully put it on his hand, and it seemed as though he could hear the whispers of destiny in his ears, a truly marvelous sensation.

Charles patiently waited for a while, but no further “hints” came, nor did any more sounds echo by his ears, so he resumed exploring the next layer of the Maze Grotto.

This time, he quickly found the “entrance.”

As Charles walked past a certain spot, the ground illuminated with the brilliance of a Magic Array. He stepped in and fell through to the next layer.

The sixth layer of the Maze Grotto was half seawater, or rather, an “underground lake” within the cave. Floating on the water was a huge warship, colossal beyond belief, like a floating palace built upon the sea, beautifully splendid and luxuriously unrivaled.

Charles’s heart leaped with joy, knowing this must indeed be the legendary Holy Light Divine State Title!

He raised the Golden Ring that controlled this legendary warship, but the Holy Light Divine State Title remained motionless. Instead, another Golden Ring seemed to be touched by a majestic breeze, whispering murmurs that were entirely indecipherable. However, as if guided by some psychic force, Charles leaped into the lake water and swam beneath the Holy Light Divine State Title.

The bottom of this enormous legendary warship was studded with countless sharp spikes, nailing a giant woman, no less significant than Saint Michael, alive to the underside of the ship. Or rather, the Holy Light Divine State Title was constructed around this Divine Creature as its keel. Her facial features, limbs, and torso were densely fixed with huge spikes, making it impossible for her even to groan, only able to tremble slightly and emit pained muffled groans continuously.

She was still alive!

Despite enduring such torture, being nailed alive to the bottom of the ship, she was still alive, her soul uncrushed, not yet deceased.

Although he knew this being was not human, Charles was still stunned and couldn’t help wanting to save her!

The Golden Ring shaped like a small snake suddenly again transmitted whispering voices, making him vigilant.

Charles quickly discovered that she was completely different from the Holy Spirit Michael. The body of Holy Spirit Michael was filled with divine significance, radiating with a surging Holy Force Field, but this Divine Creature had six massive Luminous Wings and was entwined with an indescribable force field. What surprised Charles the most was that the spikes nailing her had each been fused with a golden feather, which he could tell at a glance must have been plucked from Holy Spirit Michael.

Charles was slightly shocked and thought, “It turns out that she is not an ally of Michael but his enemy! They must have been in battle and were summoned here by some incredible means by the old king; one was made into a Holy Spirit, and the other was crafted into the Holy Light Divine State Title!”

“But I cannot understand why she is still alive.”

“Golden Ram Herolf didn’t tell the truth; she cannot possess a body unless someone is willing to live in the form of a ship, enduring such torment at all times.”

Charles reached out and gently touched the Divine Creature’s forehead, a thought transmitted, “Great Sea Serpent Granny Posugi’s fangs, Tears of the Whale King, a branch of the Ancient Gomodoro Tree; Fel Energy of the God of the Labyrinth, the essence of the Blood Ancestor, the favor of one of the Nine Great True Gods; A loved one’s jealousy, the fortune of a Divine Creature, blood of the Peak Holy Order; The Red Dragon Emperor’s blessing, Lionheart King’s reward, servitude to a monarch’s indifference! O gatherer of all these! I shall acknowledge you as my master, ready to carry you anywhere, to explore all the treasures of the Seven Seas.”

Charles, startled, quickly withdrew his fingers, but after a while, he couldn’t resist touching the Divine Creature’s forehead again, and the same thought transmitted: “Great Sea Serpent Granny Posugi’s fangs, Tears of the Whale King… O gatherer of all these! I shall acknowledge you as my master, ready to carry you anywhere, to explore all the treasures of the Seven Seas.”

Subsequently, this thought kept repeating these words over and over, tirelessly and over again, without any variation.

After pondering for a while, Charles said, “What if I can meet some of your demands?”

He attempted to transmit his own consciousness, but received no feedback; instead, the transmitted thought grew increasingly intense, resonating nonstop in his mind, audible even after he had withdrawn his fingertips.

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