Volume 2: Funeral Song of Crows Chapter 54: Black Crow's Watch
After a few seconds, Cass realized that those falling objects were not real stars, but something wrapped in a space bubble.
When they got closer, Cass could see clearly that the bubbles were filled with armor.
Dozens of armors of different shapes fell and rotated around Cass.
The scene was like in a legend, where the witch living in the lake took out her collection and let the hero who had completed the trial choose.
But unlike the legend, the Witch of the Lake took out all her treasures, while the Judge...
Thinking of this, Cass couldn't help but look up at the starry sky.
If every star here represents a piece of the Judge's collection...
The armors surrounding Kas were either ornately decorated, or plainly made, or strangely shaped, or classic in style. The only thing they had in common was that each piece of armor was filled with a surge of power.
When it comes to identifying enchanted equipment, Kas is undoubtedly an amateur among amateurs. He can only compare the relic-level enchanted armor he is wearing with those dozens of armors.
The conclusion is that the holy-level armor he is wearing is like garbage compared to the armors around him.
"Basically, all the artifact-level armors you can wear that have no side effects or have side effects within an acceptable range are here. Do you want me to help you choose, or do you choose one based on your intuition?"
The judge's words brought Cass back to reality.
Are they all artifact-level armor?
Hearing this, Cass felt his mind was a little confused.
Cass only had a vague idea of how precious artifact-level equipment was, but he had no specific concept.
He only knew that in the past, a divine weapon could cause a large-scale war between kingdoms. Now, the only ones who dared to claim that they owned a divine weapon without being coveted by others were the Riel Royal Family, the Star Council, and the Holy Spirit Church, the three pillars that maintained the empire.
Even in the Rose Palace's treasury and the Duke of Thorns' personal collection, there was not a single artifact-level equipment.
Cas swallowed.
"Your Excellency the Judge, will this..."
"This mission is very dangerous. Even these things can only slightly increase your chances of survival."
William said frankly.
Cass recalled the Judge's previous words, and it seemed that this time the mission would be to face the King of Nothingness directly.
So he asked:
"Then this time we are going to..."
"I'll tell you the specific plan in detail later, but you have to remember - you might die this time."
William said directly.
"Me?"
Cas asked calmly.
"us."
William replied briefly.
Then he continued:
"So these things are just external possessions, just choose with confidence."
For a moment, Cass was a little moved by the generosity of the judge.
But he soon had another doubt: if they were external possessions, why would the Chief Judge collect them so carefully in this alien space?
But before he had time to think about it, his attention was immediately drawn to the armor that was filled with powerful strength.
“Is this okay?”
After a while, Cass pointed to a set of silver armor that seemed to be made of dragon scales and asked.
He felt a vague connection between him and the scales, as if they were connected by blood.
William sighed slightly when he saw this:
"I guessed you would choose this. This is indeed the best choice for you, but it is also the choice with the most side effects for you."
As he spoke, William untied the space bubble that was wrapped around it.
"This armor is a divine weapon made by the Black Water Kingdom during the Bronze Age. It is called the Scale of Orca and is specially designed for the King's Bandit Ceremony to enhance resonance... Do you understand what I mean?"
William said.
Cas nodded.
This thing can help him resonate more strongly with the power of God King Oka, but at the same time it will also put a greater burden on his spirit.
Cass replied:
"Recently, when I was sparring with the authority of Vera the God of Death in the Trial Tower, I was able to defeat him while controlling my own thoughts. Even if I put on this armor, I believe I can suppress the influence for a short period of time."
But this is actually not convincing. After all, the illusion cannot fully simulate the enemy's true strength, and Simon, as a user of Vera's authority, is also extremely amateur. Being able to control his own thinking and defeat him does not mean anything.
But William nodded after thinking for a moment:
"Okay, then, use this."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and the scale armor flew into Cass's hand.
Cass took the scale armor and was about to ask what the mission was, but before he could open his mouth, the armor floating around him flew into the starry sky and turned into stars again.
At the same time, more "stars" fell.
"The next step is to choose accessories."
William said.
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Imagine a storm where a single wave could snap a mast like a sugar cane, and then multiply its size tenfold.
And this is what is happening to Heiyawang every moment.
The sky and the ocean were twisted into one in the storm. Under the illumination of lightning, the surging sea surface rose and fell like the back of a giant beast.
In the center of this huge storm, there is a triangular black island reef.
On that island, a shadowy lighthouse stood. Although the light was dim and it looked like it would be swallowed up by the storm in the next second, it still stood firm, illuminating the lost ships in the distance.
The storm is the embodiment of despair, while the lighthouse is the embodiment of hope.
Countless broken ships and pale, swollen corpses floated on the sea around the islands and reefs, and the closer to the lighthouse, the greater their number.
They are the embodiment of the search for a vague beacon of hope in a storm of despair.
Hope and despair go hand in hand.
Without the beauty of hope, there would be no cruelty of despair.
vice versa.
A flock of crows were circling above the countless corpses.
Occasionally, they would fly to the corpses and feast on them when the storm around them calmed down a little. But soon, a huge wave would suddenly hit the place and swallow the crows into the depths of the deep sea, without a sound.
"Is this how he stops his power from growing?"
Looking at the scene, Coles muttered as he hovered in the storm.
The corpses that were drowned not far from the Beacon of Hope are the best food to strengthen the power of the Father of Crows.
The crows circling in the storm are an extension of the power of the Father of Crows. If they are allowed to swallow the products of extreme hope and despair, he will be able to quickly restore his strength and be promoted to the level of a quasi-void king.
But for the past thousand years, he has been exhausting himself in this way like self-abuse.
Even if he couldn't control himself from swallowing that power instinctively, he would immediately pull him into the abyss of despair.
Coles shook his head.
"You're wrong, Blake!"
he shouted toward the lighthouse.
His words were swallowed up by the storm and no one responded to him.
Coles took a deep breath , and then the black wings behind him spread out like dark clouds covering the sky. At the same time, four huge shadows appeared at the end of the storm, and in an instant, the storm on the entire sea seemed to stop for a moment.
"Look at the consequences of the choice you made back then. Is this the future you were expecting?!"
Coles shouted at the lighthouse again, and this time his voice seemed to echo between heaven and earth.
This time, what responded to him was an endless flock of crows flying towards him.
