ATPnovel Chapter 3982 The Song of the Purple Moon (33) I am Zhang Bolu!
Chapter 3982 The Song of the Purple Moon (33) I am Zhang Bolu!
Chapter 3982 The Song of the Purple Moon (33) — I am Zhang Bolu!
The divine tree's radiance grew increasingly faint, and its tentacles had already encircled a place less than ten feet away.
At this moment, below the sacred tree, a large number of long-eared tribesmen from the [Laurel] tribe had gathered... most of them were the elderly and weak from the tribe.
They did not engage in battle, nor did they have time to retreat. After the terrifying tentacles appeared, they naturally came to seek refuge under the light and shadow of the divine tree.
"What do we do... are we all going to die here?"
“I have just completed the moon-worshiping ceremony, and my wife is still conceiving on the sacred tree… I don’t want to die, I really want to see my child, even just for a moment…”
Fearful gazes converged on the trunk of the divine tree under its light—their high priestess lay beneath it, nourished by the faint glow of the divine tree.
Meanwhile, the tribe's most powerful warrior, Lord Banikoli, stood guard solemnly to the side.
“Baníklá…”
"Avril, you're finally awake!"
“What is this…” Avril was slightly dazed, but under the nourishment of the divine tree’s power, she quickly remembered what had happened… She rubbed her forehead as if she had a headache, “I’m sorry, Banikolika, for showing you such a pathetic side of me.”
“It’s not your problem.” Banikoli shook his head: “The concentration of mental pollution is too high. You… were just taken advantage of. In terms of soul strength alone, you are stronger than me. I’m just better at fighting.”
Avril breathed a sigh of relief and quickly composed herself. As the high priest here, she hadn't become so powerful because of her prolific nature; she naturally possessed unique qualities. "Bannicola, how many of our people do we still have?"
Banikoli's face instantly turned ugly. "Most of them are probably here. As for outside... there might be a few scattered ones hiding, but they probably won't last long."
Upon hearing this, Avril stared blankly at the remaining members of her tribe around her... Under her leadership, the population of the [Laurel] tribe had reached its highest level in history.
She tried to stand up, and Banikoli quickly went forward to help her.
She walked heavily into the midst of her terrified tribesmen, tears streaming down her face... As if infected by the high priest, the tribesmen also began to sob.
"High Priest..."
"High Priest... Waaah..."
"Don't cry!" Avril slammed her golden scepter heavily on the ground. "Our ancestors experienced far more desperate times than this. Our tribe originally numbered less than a hundred! We still have descendants, we still have hope! As long as I live, I will never let our tribe disappear!"
One by one, figures began to kneel before the high priest, seeking a moment of peace in their desperate situation.
Avril gestured to Banikoli... who understood and quickly ordered some of the remaining long-eared warriors to maintain order.
It and Avril leaped into the air at the same time, arriving at the canopy of the divine tree amidst its light and shadow.
When she saw the Laurel tribe, which had grown into a forest of tentacles, even though Grandma tried her best to remain calm, she couldn't help but gasp.
Tentacle forest?
No… this is clearly an ocean of tentacles!
Countless tentacles writhed on the earth, intertwined and wriggling, like a fish tank full of mealworms... Where was there any way to survive?
"How long... exactly was I unconscious?"
“…not long.” Baniko’s slightly bitter voice rang out: “It could even be said to be very short. The full moon hasn’t even ended yet, but I can no longer feel any trace of the [Purple Moon].
Grandma remained silent... The radiance of the divine tree was also diminishing at a visible rate.
Banikoli said in a deep voice, "Avril, we still have three airships left... If we force our way through, I can only guarantee that we can protect at least one airship and get it out of here. It's time to make a decision."
“Decision? How do I decide?” Avril said with a bitter smile, “Which of them isn’t one of our own? Which one hasn’t bowed to me? Which one hasn’t greeted you?… Banikoli, look into those children’s eyes. Tell me, who should I abandon?”
“Then I’ll do it.” Banikoli took a deep breath.
“No, we might still have hope.” Avril took a deep breath. “The Sea God will return, and all calamities will vanish under the god’s glory!”
Banić's face immediately paled, and he stared intently at Avril... especially behind her.
“I wasn’t corrupted this time.” Avril shook her head. “Under the power of the Divine Tree, the power of the Lord of R’lyeh has been temporarily suppressed. Didn’t you see it? Bannicola, I’m telling the truth, the Sea God is about to return…”
"So what?" Banikoli gritted his teeth and said, "We don't know whether what has returned is a god... or something that will bring even greater calamity! Avril, wake up! [Kalisorp] has fallen; all that's left is an empty shell!"
“That is our only hope.” Avril took a deep breath. “Bannigiri, I’m going into the temple… If I don’t come out, then… follow your heart and do what you want to do. Tell the people that this is my will.”
"Avril, what are you doing!"
Grandma turned around, facing Baniko, smiled slightly, and with a gentle wave of her golden scepter, she disappeared into the shimmering light of the tree canopy.
This scepter is like a key that can teleport people directly into the temple space... As Avril's close comrade-in-arms, Banikoli knew this secret long ago.
“I won’t let you…” Banikoli sighed slowly, a resolute glint in his eyes, “let you face all of this alone… Who?!”
At that moment, Banikoli suddenly drew his sword, turned around, and slashed!
A sharp glint of light instantly cleaved out a bright crescent moon... However, Banić's sword was easily caught between two fingers!
A man... wearing a white mandarin jacket and a straw hat, exuding... the smell of sweat as if he had just finished farm work!
"The sword is good, and the strength is decent too." Straw Hat... Zhang Bolu chuckled lightly at this moment, "It's just that my mind is a little confused... Hmm, it's quite interesting that the Long-Eared Tribe can produce a warrior like you."
"Who are you?" Banikoli's expression instantly turned serious. The battle was as if it were welded to the opponent's fingers, and it couldn't pull them out even with its strength. "You... are you also a treasure hunter... pirate who has come to covet my tribe?"
"Hahahaha!" Zhang Bolu instantly released his fingers and laughed loudly, "I am Zhang Bolu, a Void Pirate who is about to retire."
Banikoli opened his mouth in disbelief.
Zhang Bolu chuckled lightly, "What? Your tribe has lived on my territory for so long, secretly excavating countless relics from the Purple Moon... Have you never even heard of me?"
"It's you... [The Pirate King]!" Banico exclaimed in shock. "You... how did you get here?"
Zhang Bolu shook his head, looked around at the sea of tentacles, and said calmly, "You guys don't think the commotion on the [Purple Moon] is small, do you? These things have already grown outwards."
"!"
Baniko's heart sank. The tentacles even spread outwards. Didn't that mean that even if it led the airship out of the tribe's secret realm, it would still not be able to escape in the end?
As for whether Zhang Bolu would deceive it, it never even considered that.
Surely, the Pirate King of the prestigious Pirate Alliance wouldn't stoop so low as to deceive an unknown nobody over something so trivial!
"【King of Pirates】!" Banico took a deep breath, resolutely sheathed his sword, and then made a surprising move.
Banikoli knelt directly in front of Zhang Bolu and held up his battle sword with both hands. "Although I am just an unknown person, I believe my strength is no less than that of some well-known pirates... I am willing to lead my people to formally submit to the pirate alliance and become your soldiers."
Zhang Bolu took off his straw hat and fanned himself gently with it like an old farmer. "You want me to save your people?"
Banikoli said seriously, "They can also bring value to the pirate alliance... even if they only engage in the most arduous production activities!"
“Your demands aren’t high,” Zhang Bolu chuckled. “But is it worth it? To be loyal to me for the sake of these people… To become a Void Pirate means enduring the scorn and curses of others. Have you thought it through?”
"No regrets!"
"Then let's go." Zhang Bolu walked directly past Banikoli.
Banikoli was taken aback and subconsciously asked, "[Pirate King], do you... agree or not?"
"That's all the requirements. I'm getting a warrior like you for free. Why would I disagree?" Zhang Bolu casually waved his hand. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"
"Where...are you going?"
"Of course, I went to rescue your woman," Zhang Bolu said calmly. "Since I agreed to make you my subordinate, I will naturally protect you and your people. What, wasn't that rabbit girl who just ran away one of your people?"
Baniko took a deep look at the unremarkable-looking old farmer and suddenly understood why Zhang Bolu was able to end the chaotic era of the "Nine Pirate Kings" and create the current pirate alliance.
"……Thanks."
"The person hasn't been saved yet, so there's no need to thank me yet," Zhang Bolu said with a casual smile. "After all, if I were to suffer a setback, I'd lose face."
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Inside the cave, ignoring the witch's shoulder injury, she had no choice but to drink the medicine herself.
After taking a bottle of medicine, the bleeding from the wound barely stopped... Miss Witch didn't say anything and quickly entered the mode of a franchisee.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Lady Black Cat." The witch gracefully lifted her skirt. "A Grand Pirate certified by the Pirate Alliance. This is Xiaomeng, my follower."
“Gazef.” Gazef had already sheathed the Sword of Light and said in a deep voice, “You had better be sure to guarantee Eva’s safety, otherwise even if His Highness lets you go, I won’t.”
"Hello, Gazef...sir~" The witch greeted her with a smile, then looked at Testarossa with anticipation.
Claude then said calmly, "Your Highness's name is not something you are allowed to know. Just call her Your Highness."
—Quite a big shot?
“Yes, Lord Claude.” The witch nodded calmly. “This humble servant greets Your Highness.”
Perhaps to maintain her noble status, Testarossa remained silent, only glancing casually at Claude.
The steward instantly understood the princess's meaning. "[Black Cat] Lady, since Her Highness has allowed you to accompany the group temporarily, then tell me, why are you spying on us? And what is your connection to this treasure event?"
The witch smiled wryly, "I only discovered your existence by accident, out of curiosity... I didn't expect your reaction to be so strong, even sending people to hunt me down. Can I say that I'm innocent too?"
Claude said expressionlessly, "Although I don't know how you did it, you hid Eva, so you're not innocent now."
Miss Witch shrugged, neither confirming nor denying... That's right, the one with the most power is always right, and she was used to that. "But I really only came here to find treasure, not what you think, and I have nothing to do with the treasure event... much less be the one who instigated it."
"Oh? You also know that someone is behind this incident?" Testarossa suddenly asked with interest. "What else do you know?"
Faced with Testarossa's question, the witch decided to first establish a base, so she told her about her accidental discovery of the existence of [Flame Sun] Morgan and others, as well as some of the things they did behind the scenes—but concealed the existence of [Flying Dutchman].
Everyone listened in silence.
“Your Highness, someone has used the treasure of the Sea God to attract many treasure hunters to the Purple Moon. Could it be that their purpose is to feed the Lord of R'lyeh?” Gazef said subconsciously.
Testarossa shook her head. "With this number alone, it might not even be enough to fill the teeth of the Lord of R'lyeh... Its slumber must have been quite long, and the natural depletion of its soul may be more than we imagine."
The witch thought for a moment and said, "What if it happens multiple times? After attracting a group of treasure hunters to make sacrifices, we can do it again until we can fill the belly of the Lord of R'lyeh."
Testarossa glanced calmly at the witch: "There's no need for such trouble. Just awaken the Lord of R'lyeh. In its extreme hunger, it will naturally devour the entire Canyon of Freedom and Wildness."
"Your Highness is wise," the witch exclaimed, bowing high in praise.
Testarossa chuckled softly. "No need for that. There will be opportunities to prove your worth... Let's go, Claude. I sense something ahead. If I'm not mistaken, it's probably something that has already become extinct in this era."
Claude nodded and then removed the netting blocking the road ahead... Gazef, as always, took the initiative to clear the way—in fact, as one of the Four Horsemen of the Awakening, Gazef had always served as the tank.
“Your Highness, there are many statues in the passage ahead!” Gerdav’s voice came back quickly. “They have their eyes covered and are facing away from each other… but I have a feeling that they are alive.”
Testarossa hesitated for a moment, then said, "Gazef, try not to come into contact with these statues. You come back first... If I'm not mistaken, these statues should be the [Weeping Angels]."
“【The Weeping Angel】?” Claude frowned slightly upon hearing this, then realized, “So that’s what it is… It’s quite troublesome.”
"What is a 'Crying Angel'?" the witch asked instinctively.
Claude clearly didn't want to pay attention to this so-called "black cat" lady, but unexpectedly, his most admired princess took the initiative to explain.
After hearing the explanation about the "Crying Angel," the witch immediately realized why that tool-like long-eared tribesman was wearing mirror armor.
Because in her explanation, Testarossa directly stated the simplest and most effective way to deal with the Weeping Angels—make the Weeping Angels gaze at each other, and they will never be able to move again.
This is why the Crying Angel is depicted with its eyes covered, to prevent the group from falling into stillness due to unintentional stares.
"Your Highness is truly knowledgeable, even knowing the weaknesses of such terrifying creatures from the Old Gods era in great detail." The witch couldn't help but admire her greatly.
Testarossa said calmly, "The longer you live, the more you'll know... Let's go. This mirror of yours was probably prepared for getting through here, right? It'll come in handy, saving us from having to use other methods. In fact, ordinary Weeping Angels aren't that scary. The only troublesome ones are the Weeping Angel Lords."
"The Lord of the Weeping Angels..." The witch's expression hardened. "What is its power?"
“It’s basically the same as the regular Crying Angel, but with an extra ability,” Testarossa said calmly. “The ability to rewind time to a partial point. When you have the ability to kill it, it will revive from a point in time before it was killed and attack you at that time.”
hiss……
Just hearing about it sends chills down my spine!
Do the immortals of the Old Gods eat such terrible food every day?
However, this princess...
For her, the seemingly insurmountable Crying Angel lord was just a minor problem... nothing more?
Just then, the underground passage suddenly began to shake violently... and the shaking became incredibly intense in an instant, causing the [Weeping Angels] placed there to be knocked to the ground.
A fierce wind swept through the interconnected underground space, bringing with it a strange howl... a sound that faintly contained anger!
The concentration of mental pollution, which was originally very low, suddenly increased wildly to a terrifying level!
The witch's face paled slightly; with her current soul strength, she found it difficult to withstand the strain!
“It seems someone got there first and found the Lord of R'lyeh.” Testarossa thought for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, “Perfect, they’ve shown us the way too…”