Chapter 735: Chapter 206: Strangers Passing By (Request for Monthly Tickets)
"Why won’t you go?"
Facing his companion’s skepticism, Alynad retorted without showing weakness.
"Because I am in charge of guarding the arrival of the Divine Son!" Rashaim picked up the head connected to an entire esophagus, starting to repurpose the waste, gasping heavily.
Alynad sneered, "Lord Sarquis is personally responsible for the Divine Son, what does this have to do with you? Useless trash."
After speaking, he no longer engaged in further debate with Rashaim, who was in a trance, and instead knocked on the door and entered the inner chamber.
Inside, candlelight flickered, an altar stood enshrined with a mud-sculpted statue.
A man in a black suit, eyes closed, was kneeling in front of the sculpture.
He had a square face, a hooked nose, pale skin, prominent brow bones, deep eye sockets, and an overall genteel and noble demeanor, yet there was an indescribable discordance about him.
Alynad looked at the man’s back and slowly knelt down.
"Lord Sarquis, the humans from the Judgement Department who disrupted the sanctuary have learned about our plans and have launched a week-long ’anti-riot operation’, trying to continue to interfere with us, to stop us!"
Speaking thus, Alynad lightly laughed and continued, "But they will probably never guess that the inhibiting drug will take effect tomorrow, the arrival of the Divine Son is unstoppable, and this land will finally welcome its rightful owner, our Lord! Our light!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his voice growing louder, making the air start to simmer.
At that moment, Sarquis opened his eyes and emotionlessly looked at Alynad, changing the subject, "Have you found Edric?"
"..." Alynad was suddenly stuck, "Not yet, not yet."
"You should know, he is my beloved friend, brother, without him, it is a very important matter for me," Sarquis said in an even tone.
Alynad’s previously fervent demeanor was like a duck being strangled, struggling to squeeze a few words from his throat, "Lord Sarquis, I have tried my best... I will... very soon... very soon be there... have results!"
Sarquis quietly looked at Alynad, his gaze firm like the deep sea.
Invisible pressure filled the air, making the latter’s body continually prostrate on the ground.
As if, due to the mishandling of affairs, he was to receive punishment, crushed directly into dust.
But just then, the suffocating sensation retreated like a tide, and Sarquis spoke with a hint of laughter, "Tomorrow, I will go to welcome the arrival of our lord, you must each do your part, and you alone shall create a hundred of the Lord’s kin as atonement. This time, there must be no mistakes."
His voice gradually faded, and Sarquis’s body slowly disappeared like an eraser wiping inch by inch, without a trace.
Under the flickering candlelight, Alynad, who had escaped death, collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
Although the other had left, he still did not forget to kneel humbly on the ground, bidding farewell in a humble tone:
"Yes, I will heed your command, Lord Sarquis!"
He lay on the ground, not daring to get up, and knelt for several more minutes until the surroundings were completely quiet, then finally heaved a sigh of relief and stood up.
After confirming that the other had completely left, Alynad turned his gaze toward the altar, toward that eerie statue.
This statue had femininely long hair and a gentle oval-shaped face, yet its body displayed a male’s elongated posture, seated upon a creamy camel’s hump, wearing a gem-studded crown and holding what looked like a staff made of threaded hearts, both eerie and shocking.
It’s worth mentioning that the chest of this deity sported three faces.
The left face was enveloped in flames, sharp-toothed and keen-mouthed, with a hooked blade-like elbow;
The middle face was blurry and round, like two egg shells fitted together, without features, seemingly a baby waiting to be born;
And the right face, high browed, deep-eyed, hooked-nosed, square-faced, was undoubtedly a miniature Sarquis!
Alynad stared intensely at the face belonging to Sarquis, and after a long while, he lowered his head, darkly continuing with a somewhat trembling tone:
"I eagerly anticipate the arrival that belongs to you...
"Looking forward to your true arrival, the arrival of your true self, reclaiming all blessings...
"The exalted Knowledge Emperor, the master of all secret techniques, Solomon’s Angel King... Paimon!"
...
Sarquis left the building with an indifferent expression, reached the underground garage, and got into the back seat of his personal black luxury car.
He didn’t say a word, and the driver seemed to be asleep as well, very quietly, the leather-scented cabin dead silent.
"Edric, where exactly are you?"
"Why haven’t you appeared yet?"
"Do you know how deeply the Lord trusts you?"
"Do you know that the Lord’s appointment for you has been finalized?"
"Do you know that the Lord’s servant is about to arrive early?"
"Without you, my body isn’t complete!"
"Without you, the Lord’s vanguard cannot be appointed!"
"Without you, with just me, what should I do?"
"How could you, just disappear like this?"
Sarquis mused to himself, continuously questioning.
He appeared deeply anxious over the disappearance of his brother.
He seemed deeply worried about the disappearance of the vanguard appointed by the Lord.
The final moment.
In the darkness just before dawn.
Sarquis sorrowfully said, "Drive, go to the sanctuary."