Chapter 324: Medici, Is That Bombed Place Your Home?

Chapter 324: Medici, Is That Bombed Place Your Home?

"Could it be that the place subjected to continuous bombardment is the Banshee Port you mentioned?" Soren asked, feigning surprise.

"Medici, your old lair has been bombed," Einhorn stated more directly.

Medici remained silent for a while. After finally returning home, he saw the bombardment destroying his family's former residence, leaving him with complex emotions.

"Why so quiet all of a sudden? It's rare to see you affected by something like this. Are you even capable of such emotions?" Soren taunted.

"You reminiscing about the past makes you slightly more tolerable, though still nauseating," Einhorn added, seizing the opportunity to mock Medici.

"Hmph!" Medici snorted coldly, "Do they think they can destroy this place with mere artillery? Even a century of bombardment wouldn't be enough."

"Is that so? What if they brought in that tyrant?" Soren queried.

Medici dismissed the concern, "This matter isn't significant enough to warrant his personal arrival."

"Medici, your overconfidence blinds you to the current situation," Einhorn warned, pointing to the sky where a storm was gathering and compressing.

Dark clouds loomed low, threatening to cover the entire Banshee Port, with fierce winds, torrential rain, and thunderclaps raging within.

This was not something an ordinary extraordinary being could summon.

As the storm wailed and howled, the entire sea began to churn violently.

"Something is off," Soren, Einhorn, and Medici sensed the increasing intensity of the storm, pressing the sea level down significantly.

"The tyrant is really descending!" Soren exclaimed.

"Medici, what have you done in Banshee Port to attract the Storm Lord's descent?" Einhorn questioned.

Medici was equally puzzled, "It shouldn't be. Why would this matter attract a divine descent? Is he too idle?"

Standing on a small boat, Soren, Einhorn, and Medici observed the situation with growing fear in their eyes.

Someone was fighting the Storm Lord in Banshee Port!

Don't be fooled by the small step between Sequence 1 and Sequence 0; it's a complete qualitative change.

Even though the Storm Lord was only descending, his divine status still commanded awe.

"Who could be fighting the Storm Lord? Could it be Adam and Amon, the brothers?" Soren speculated.

"Judging by the scene, the Storm Lord arrived in a rage. Did that little crow really steal the Storm Church's sanctuary?" Einhorn wondered.

"We should keep our distance to avoid being detected by the Storm Lord," Medici suggested.

They moved their small boat far away, ensuring they wouldn't be noticed, and continued to observe the uncertain battle from afar.

Medici felt uneasy, "Could the seal there really have cracked?"

"Medici, what is hidden in Banshee Port?" Soren and Einhorn were already suspicious of the Storm Lord's unusual descent, suspecting deeper motives beyond mere provocation.

"Damn it!" Medici grew increasingly anxious. It was the place where he first discovered and established his family, but now he could only watch from afar as others ransacked his home.

Soren and Einhorn wouldn't let Medici keep secrets, their faces struggling to break free.

Annoyed, Medici left a final statement, "Either let me pray to the Lord for his descent, or don't expect to learn anything from me!"

The raging waves and fierce storm completely destroyed Banshee Port with each collision.

As the storm gradually dissipated, only an expanse of sea remained.

Where there once was an island with Banshee Port, now the entire island had sunk into the sea.

From then on, Banshee Port ceased to exist.

When Soren, Einhorn, and Medici arrived, they could only sigh at the sight.

Medici's face turned completely dark, unwilling to speak, while Soren and Einhorn slowly analyzed the battle's outcome.

In the end, the Storm Lord seemed to have won, imposing divine punishment to erase Banshee Port, possibly to cover something up.

The one who fought the Storm Lord wasn't Adam or Amon but someone with a strong spatial dimension aura, resembling Mr. Door, who nearly ascended to godhood.

Such an entity was even more troublesome and terrifying than the brothers.

"It's time to leave; this place will soon attract a crowd," Soren suggested.

"Indeed, this is a ready-made bait," Einhorn agreed.

"We should also find a new body," Soren added.

"Let's hope for a good harvest," Einhorn concluded.

As they discussed, Medici remained silent with a grim expression.

About an hour after they left, the Storm Church's personnel arrived by boat.

After the divine descent, the Storm Lord had sent them away from the battlefield, and they hurried back after the battle ended.

The empty sea showed no trace of Banshee Port, with only some wooden debris and smoking remnants floating.

Greystar felt even more sorrowful, unable to save Klein or even preserve his body.

With the Storm Lord's divine punishment, even if Klein had survived in Banshee Port, he would now be reduced to bones.

No one could survive the Storm Lord's divine punishment.

Saint Samuel Cathedral

Leonard was summoned by Archbishop Anthony.

Upon learning that the Storm Lord had erased Banshee Port, leaving Klein's body reduced to powder, Leonard was momentarily lost.

Days of waiting had brought no good news, only a calamity.

"I know what to do. I'll visit Klein's home this afternoon," Leonard resolved, suppressing his grief.

Returning to his room, he lay on his bed, closing his eyes in silence.

He had no heart to inquire about the secrets hidden in Banshee Port.

He didn't know how to break the news of Klein's death to his family and the captain in Tingen City.

Puning Port

The news of the Banshee Port incident quickly spread to Puning Port.

Hastur had already known about it.

He had even witnessed the battle between the High-Dimensional Overseer and the Storm Lord in the Hall of Stars.

Unfortunately, he only saw the latter half of the battle.

The High-Dimensional Overseer lost, but his avatar from the depths of the stars still survived, though damaged.

If the Overlooker hadn't intended to wrestle with the Storm Lord, he could have easily escaped.

His authority was a high-end version of Mr. Door's, allowing him to leave the battlefield effortlessly.

Using the Hall of Stars's power, Hastur glimpsed some secrets.

Banshee Port was indeed influenced by the power of the City of Calamity.

It resembled a tributary created by the River of Eternal Darkness in the spirit world.

With the apocalypse nearing, the seals set by the former Lord of Mysteries were losing their effectiveness, allowing the Sefirot sealed in the Western Continent to leak some pollution.

This was why the Storm Lord insisted on destroying Banshee Port.

If left unchecked, Banshee Port would be completely polluted by the City of Calamity.

When high-sequence Hunter-pathway Beyonders approached, they couldn't resist the temptation and instinct, further unsealing the City of Calamity.

Hastur speculated that the disturbance in Banshee Port was partly due to Medici's escape and Klein's proximity.

The aura of the Source Castle on Klein was the real reason for the increased pollution in Banshee Port.

Unknown Sea Area

An empty oak barrel floated on the sea, with Klein clinging to it, awakened by the waves.

Am I still alive?

Klein gradually regained consciousness, coughing heavily and vomiting seawater.

His pale face was whiter than the sand on the nearby beach.

As the waves pushed him onto the beach, Klein struggled to turn over, lying on the sand and staring blankly at the blue sky.

He hadn't expected to survive.

Caught in the Banshee Port incident, he had been trapped but not killed.

When the Storm Lord descended, he felt the massive changes outside.

At that moment, he thought he would die under the Storm Lord's thunder.

But from the depths of Banshee Port, a force suddenly swept him and everyone around, along with the Storm Lord's thunder.

In the chaotic rush, he seemed to see a dilapidated ancient city flash in the mist.

Surrounded by an aura of disaster and chaos, similar to the witches' aura.

Or rather, it was the aura of a higher-order calamity.