Chapter 197: Provocation from a Higher-Dimensional Overlooker

Chapter 197: Provocation from a Higher-Dimensional Overlooker

The Hall of Stars.

Hastur sat in his seat, watching the High Dimension Overlooker for a long time.

He was on the Blue Revenge at the moment, with Alger by his side ready to serve him at any time.

Judging from his recent series of actions, he seemed to really want to conquer the entire ocean for fun.

Those pirates who were unlucky enough to encounter the Blue Revenge had no choice but to surrender and join the Blue Revenge, or they could only choose death.

In the face of the unstoppable strength of the High Dimension Overlooker, the Blue Revenge was rampant all the way, and the fleet was getting bigger and bigger.

Hastur thought it was good that the High Dimension Overlooker wanted to conquer the sea. There was something for him to do, and it saved him from running to Backlund again.

What was really worth paying attention to was whether the High Dimension Overlooker would follow Alger's line to enter the Sefirah Castle?

Now that Alger was being targeted by the High Dimension Overlooker, he might find a way to pray to Mr. Fool and seek his help before next Monday.

Once this was done, unless Klein did not react, it would be easy for the High Dimension Overlooker to spy on the existence of Sefirah Castle.

Hastur thought about it and decided to do nothing.

Based on his understanding of Klein, Klein's cautiousness has reached a certain level.

If he really meets Alger seeking help, he will mainly wait and see, or pretend not to hear.

Because now he has no ability to interfere with the things in the distant sea.

Hastur looked at the pair of white crystal eyeballs again.

The devout believer who was responsible for worshiping it had a calm and peaceful expression, and at this moment covered his eyes with a white cloth.

Did his eyes also change?

Become a blind man? Blind?

Hastur compared what happened to him with Sheriff Reed, and became more and more certain of his previous guess.

Blind people are most likely sequence 9 of an extraordinary path of the high-dimensional overlooker.

The main direction of advancement of this extraordinary path is the eyes.

Just like this pair of white crystal eyeballs.

If the high-dimensional overlooker really founded a new religion, what would it be called?

Salted Fish Church?

Overlooker Church?

Or the Song of the Wanderer?

Hasta always felt that there should be some sequence of wanderers or rangers behind this extraordinary path left by the high-dimensional overwatcher.

This is what he inferred from the performance of the high-dimensional overwatcher along the way.

After observing the high-dimensional overwatcher, Hasta's eyes swept around the stars where the super star master was.

Bernadette has arrived in the southern continent for some time, but has not found any traces of the mother tree of desire and the believers of the super star master.

No news is the worst news.

…

In the waters of Pasu Island, the Blue Revenge led a fleet through the Storm Abyss.

This has always been a forbidden area for pirate fleets because it is the strongest place for the Storm Church.

At present, the arrival of the Blue Revenge can be said to be showing off its power at the gate of the Storm Church.

On the bow, Alger looked at the sea ahead with a worried look on his face. He is a believer of the storm and knows how powerful the Storm Church is here.

This is equivalent to the Quiet Church of the Night Goddess Church.

This young crew member who claimed to be from the Blue Revenge deliberately turned and passed through here after learning that this was the temple of the Church of the Storm.

Showing off his power and naked provocation, this is what Alger felt from this young crew member.

He didn't seem to like the Church of the Storm very much. As long as he met ordinary people or extraordinary people who believed in the Storm along the way, he would force them to become pirates who burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil.

It seemed like he was deliberately going against the Church of the Storm.

Now he was passing through the sea area under the jurisdiction of the Church of the Storm in such a swagger.

Alger, who originally planned to find an opportunity to seek help from Mr. Fool, now also placed his hopes on the Church of the Storm.

He hoped that the archbishops or senior deacons in the church could deal with this evil young crew member and let himself regain his freedom.

On the surface, Alger still showed his concern for the future of the Blue Revenge.

In the distance, black clouds covered the sea area, and lightning and thunder were raging inside, and at the same time, a huge white wave of hundreds of feet was raised on the sea surface.

At the highest point of the wave wall, a figure stood still, with blue hair and blue eyes, and a burly figure, as if the legendary sea god had descended.

Faced with this kind of divine majesty, the pirates, whose willpower was not strong to begin with, put down their weapons one after another, and some even knelt down and kowtowed, asking for forgiveness from the gods.

Alger was shocked, his eyes were burning, and becoming such a powerful existence was what he pursued when he entered the extraordinary world.

He secretly glanced at the young crew member, who did not look at the burly figure standing on the wave wall, but at the sky covered by black clouds.

Alger observed that the young crew member did not seem to care about the situation at all, but looked at the battlefield farther away.

Perhaps he was angered, or he wanted to baptize sin with a storm, and the burly figure drove the wave wall to press forward.

The sea surface was surging, and those ships that did not have time to leave the vicinity were swallowed by the sea.

As the wave wall approached, the Blue Revenge where Alger was also began to bump up and down, as if it was about to be disassembled into pieces.

After thinking for a while, Alger stepped forward and said in fear: "We are no match for them at all. Let's leave the Storm Church's territory as soon as possible."

"Captain, do you want me to win or the Church of Storms to win?"

"Of course you win, we are now on the same boat." Alger could only say something against his will.

"Captain, you have a good eye."

The new crew member smiled, and then asked Alger to start the Blue Revenge with all his strength, heading towards the huge wave wall that was surging.

This was a nearly suicidal act.

Alger instinctively felt that it was inappropriate, but he did not dare to directly go against the will of the young crew member. Along the way, anyone who dared to disobey had been buried in the belly of the fish.

"If the situation is not good, I can only abandon the ship and escape."

Alger was reluctant to leave the Blue Revenge, but his life safety was the most important thing at the moment.

He came to the cabin, drove at full speed, adjusted the course, and the Blue Revenge went upstream against the wave wall.

I thought the Blue Revenge would be crushed by the hundred-foot wave wall, but I didn't expect that the Blue Revenge would actually go upstream along the wave wall at a vertical angle of nearly 90 degrees!

This is unscientific!

Alger's eyes widened when he saw this scene, and he felt terrified.

The strength of that young crew member was so terrifying that he could do this easily!

What was even more amazing was that even though the Blue Revenge was going upstream like this, there was no sense of weightlessness, and the things on the ship did not fall down directly, but remained in place.

It was as if the Blue Revenge was sailing on a calm sea instead of a terrible wave that could swallow all ships.

As the Blue Revenge climbed to the top of the huge wave, the thunder that had been suppressed in the sky for a long time finally turned into a terrible beast and rushed down one after another.

Alger's body began to tremble, and his limbs were weak. In front of this magnificent power, he had an urge to kneel down and kowtow.

But when he thought that the Blue Revenge would be torn apart by thunder, a magical scene happened again.

The falling thunder suddenly disappeared when it was about to touch the Blue Revenge!

It was the power of space!

Alger's heart trembled. This time he watched carefully. When the thunderbolts that fell from the sky were about to touch the hull of the Blue Revenge, the space was slightly distorted.

However, this kind of distortion was difficult to detect under the cover of the vast lightning.

He also saw the slight distortion of space when several thunderbolts brushed against the hull.

Distorting space, which extraordinary path is this ability?

Alger thought about it and still couldn't make a correct judgment.

He sighed and continued to follow the instructions of the young crew member, adjusting the course and moving forward.

At this time, the Blue Revenge was already level with the burly figure.

He stood in front of the Blue Revenge alone. His burly figure was more like a huge wall at this moment. Anyone who wanted to break through here would have to pay a painful price.

Until Alger flew over his head in the Blue Revenge.

Alger suddenly woke up and subconsciously looked back.

The burly figure standing on the waves was split into countless pieces and then swallowed by the sea.

This scene was like eating raw fish on weekdays, with each knife cutting accurately, leaving thin and transparent fish slices.

The only thing was that the person tasting it was not him, but the sea that embraced everything.

Fear, shock, powerlessness and other emotions surged into Alger's heart.

He didn't know which existence in the Church of Storms this burly figure was, but he was sure that this person was definitely a powerful extraordinary person of Sequence 4 or above.

But even such an existence could not fight against the young crew member, and did not even have a decent counterattack.

This was because there was an insurmountable gap in strength between them.

With the death of the burly figure, everything on the sea returned to normal.

The Blue Revenge sailed steadily on the sea, passing through the gate of the Church of Storms in a dignified manner, followed by some ships that were lucky enough not to be swallowed by the wave wall.