Mystery: The Last Shepherd.

Chapter 557 Holy Scripture Pages

Chapter 557 Holy Scripture Pages

Perhaps because of the "Sun" pathway's rejection of other properties, this magical item was transformed back into pure extraordinary properties, extracted from the material that contained it.

"To possess a magical item of demigod-level quality... that rear admiral is no ordinary person."

Lu Ze put away the burning black arm bone and thought to himself.

Looking around, the steamship was almost completely burned. He had salvaged everything that had any spirit, so there was nothing left to care about... Hmm?

He suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a few pieces of paper on the tattered deck. This was strange, because the ship had just been bathed in intense sunlight, and under such high temperatures, the hull itself had been ignited. How could a few ordinary pieces of paper have survived?

Puzzled, Lu Ze walked over and picked up the few pieces of paper.

It was an ordinary page of paper, devoid of any extraordinary elements, looking as if it had been torn from some ancient book. On the paper were lines of handwritten ancient Fusak script.

After a brief reading, Lu Ze found that the text resembled some kind of sacred text. However, based on his knowledge as a cryptic person, the descriptions on these papers did not belong to the seven existing righteous gods or other evil gods or hidden beings—if he had to say, it was somewhat similar to the sacred texts of the Eternal Sun Church, but also different.

I seem to vaguely remember these papers... they were the ones wrapped around that Level 0 sealed artifact!

He quickly recalled the scene he had seen before.

"What's wrong?"

Antia's voice came from above. A huge black three-masted sailing ship stood right next to it, making the steamship look tiny. The angel leaned her arm on the railing of the ship's gunwale, looking down at Luze. Seeing that his expression was off, she called out.

"It's nothing."

Lu Ze snapped out of his reverie and began collecting all the seemingly ordinary sheets of paper. These papers were likely not ordinary; he planned to preserve them and study them later when he had more time. With that, the ship was utterly worthless. He rode the wind back to the black three-masted sailing ship.

Sunia Sea, Black Lake Island.

In the heart of the island, a meeting of sea kings and pirate generals is about to begin. Around the meeting place, the pirates under Nast, the "King of the Five Seas," keep a close watch, while the idle pirates who come to watch the spectacle are kept at a distance. They dare not express their dissatisfaction with Nast's men, and can only watch the procession of kings and generals from afar, offering their opinions and criticisms.

"Is that Alexander Gascoigne, the Blood Monk? He doesn't look like him, and why isn't he wearing a red robe?"

"Yes, I heard that his robes were stained red with blood..."

"A bunch of idiots, because that's not a Blood Cultivator!"

One of the pirates scoffed, "That's his first mate, Anderson Hood, the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea! Judging from the looks of it, the Blood Monk, like the Undying King, hasn't disembarked but has sent his men as representatives to this meeting."

"Anderson of the Misty Sea, I know him. That guy knows how he became the first mate of the Blood Monk, from a pirate hunter to a pirate."

"Tch, 'strongest hunter' is just a title. He can't compare to the first mate of the king of the sea. The latter one clearly has a brighter future..."

The pirates argued incessantly, but their eyes were all fixed on the distance.

There, a wide river runs through the island, connecting the outer sea with the black lake O in the center of the island.

The venue set up by Nast, the "King of the Five Seas," was in the center of the Black Lake, and this waterway was under strict surveillance, allowing only his fleet and the ships of other sea kings and generals to pass through.

"Stop staring at me..."

Anderson stood on the deck of the receiving ship with a relaxed smile on his face, but his mind was already tense.

The pressure of representing an absent captain at a meeting of major maritime powers was immense. He had resolved not to express any explicit opinion at the meeting, but simply to record everyone's remarks and, when asked, to brush it off with something like, "I will relay it to the captain."

The flotilla didn't linger in the river for long. Unseen rules affected the boats, and the distances became chaotic. Before Anderson could react, the boat beneath his feet had already reached the shore of Black Lake.

At that moment, he noticed a house standing on the shore of Black Lake, and several strangely shaped pirate ships moored in the lake next to it, including the "Golden Dream" of "Iceberg Admiral" Edwina Edwards.

The pirate generals' meeting place was separate from that of the kings.

Nast has way too many rules...

Anderson was somewhat disappointed. He had hoped to get some support from Edwina, but now it seemed he would have to rely on himself.

Several groups of pirates were disembarking from the ship, facing each other. He could hear the host's voice from afar: "...At this conference, Admiral Star is absent due to unforeseen circumstances, and Lieutenant General Illness has been arrested."

Please, Your Excellencies, five generals, enter the hall and take your seats...

Haha, the arrest of "Admiral Disease" is an achievement for our fleet...

Anderson thought to himself as the ship ventured deeper into the center of the lake.

"The Star General didn't come? That's unusual."

"Admiral of Blood," Señor chuckled softly, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. "She was always the most enthusiastic one before, I wonder what happened this time that made her even miss the meeting..."

"Señor, when did you start caring so much about her?"

"Hell Admiral?" Ludwell asked emotionlessly, his voice coming through the mask, as cold as a winter wind.

"Heh, it's never a bad thing to know more information."

Señor replied, then glanced at the "Iceberg General" beside him, "Like you, you seem to have some connection with that [Blood Monk's] first mate?"

"...None of your business."

Edwina withdrew her gaze from Anderson's retreating figure and answered calmly.

"I'm just curious, everyone, why do you think the King of the Five Seas would invite the Blood Cultivator? And why bring his people into the gathering of kings? Does this mean he intends to accept him as the fifth king of the seas?"

Señor continued.

His topic was quite sensational, and "Twilight Admiral," "Deep Sea Admiral," and others listened thoughtfully.

"Those are things we can't decide."

Ludwell said, "If you're really interested, you can raise your strength to demigod level. Maybe Lord Nast will think more highly of you and invite you to the center of the lake as well."

His words were meant to be sarcastic, but Señor smiled slightly after hearing them.

"I hope your words will come true."

He said.

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