EFB Chapter 590 Anchor
Chapter 590 Anchor
Chapter 590 Anchor
Faced with the fact that it was within easy reach, Lu Ze tried to control his emotions and took several deep breaths to calm down.
"So, what's the price?"
He looked at Ariana and asked, "Or rather, what kind of effort do I need to make to obtain these?"
As I said before, the goddess of the night would never bestow her blessings upon me for nothing.
"Just like when you were in the church, you'll accumulate merit and then redeem rewards."
The "Hidden Servant" replied, withdrawing his hand. The blood-red skull was quickly wiped away and disappeared, replaced by a deep blue flower. "Alright... that's all I had to say. Luze Rondor, if you are interested in what I have said and wish to return to the Church, you can light this Deep Sleep Flower to summon me."
Lu Ze thought for a moment, then reached out and took the flowers.
"I see."
He said.
"Praise beauties, goddess."
Ariana withdrew her hand and prayed devoutly once more.
Lu Ze didn't join her in praising the goddess; he simply watched her figure being erased bit by bit, from her dusty and scarred feet to her simple black robe with patched stitches, and finally to her belt made of tree bark.
"There's one more thing."
Just as only Ariana's head remained visible, she suddenly looked at the wary Antia beside her and said, "Stop abusing your abilities. Your anchor looks very unstable."
As soon as she finished speaking, she vanished completely.
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Ariana realized that Antia's true form was a ship, which is why she mentioned the anchor? Something doesn't seem right. Why would an anchor be associated with the misuse of extraordinary abilities...? Lu Ze thought to himself, turning to look at the angel lady he had a contract with, and noticed that her expression was a little off.
Could it really be true?
Lu Ze stepped forward and expressed his concern, asking, "Are you alright?"
Antia has definitely been acting strangely lately. She's not as keen on going out as before, and she's even less enthusiastic about touching Luna. And occasionally, her figure seems to become somewhat ethereal, as if she might disappear at any moment.
"Not good..."
Antia reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, smiling with a hint of regret.
Lu Ze's heart was in his throat.
Please stop acting like this, you're making me uneasy...
"When she mentioned 'anchor,' she wasn't specifically referring to your ship's anchor, was she?"
He asked.
"Of course not."
Antia glanced at him sideways, as if speechless at his words, "The so-called 'anchor' she mentioned is actually a concept in occultism."
"Mysticism?"
"That's right. I'm asking you, when you advanced to Sequence 4, did you ever feel like your mind was affected by the potion itself, becoming cold and indifferent, completely unlike yourself?"
"have."
Luze recalled that such a situation did occur when he became the Black Knight, but under the Queen's guidance, he remembered the hatred, pain, and anger he carried, and the effects of the potion were dispelled.
So, is this related to the anchor?
He continued listening to Antia's explanation.
"This influence comes from spiritual instinct, from the collective unconscious of humanity, and even more so from the extraordinary nature itself. As we progress to Sequence 3 and Sequence 2, it will only grow stronger, drastically altering the extraordinary individual's personality, turning them into a ruthless and cruel killer, devouring all other extraordinary beings around them..."
Miss Ship Spirit explained softly, slowly revealing the ignorant, cruel, cold, and twisted nature of the extraordinary world.
"The so-called 'anchor' is created to address this situation. Extraordinary individuals need to spread their beliefs, letting many people know them, understand them, and praise them... Through this means, the collective unconscious can solidify the spiritual imprint on the masses, thus stabilizing their state."
It's like sinking an anchor on a chaotic ocean of the subconscious, thus securing one's place.
"That's a very apt metaphor."
Lu Zedao.
"Wait,"
He quickly realized something and immediately asked, "So, if that's the case, the reason why the gods spread faith..."
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"Of course, for the same reason."
Antia said without hesitation.
really...
Lu Ze remained silent. If this truth were to spread, he wondered if some believers would break down as a result.
But more than worrying about the believers, he should be concerned about the spirit of his own ship.
"Antia, and what about you?"
He frowned and looked over. "What's wrong with your anchor?"
Lu Ze had never heard of any strange religion that worshipped ghost ships.
"My situation is rather special."
Antia replied, "Part of my anchor comes from Roselle, whose deeds are still told by many people, and the Black Throne, his former flagship, is well-known as a result. Another part comes from the local natives and crew of the Misty Sea... Their legends of ghost ships also help stabilize my condition."
It sounds pretty good, but over time, the weight of these two anchors may gradually decrease.
"So, what's your situation now...?"
"That woman was right."
Antia looked somewhat helpless. "The original [Anchor] was enough to support my daily activities, but because I have used too much power recently, the consumption in my body is a bit too great, which has caused the effects of the magic potion to come up a bit."
Ah, this is my fault...
Lu Ze thought guiltily. He had made her deal with two Sequence 1 angels in a row, which must have put her through a lot.
"Feel sorry."
He asked earnestly, "So what should we do next?"
"That woman is right, I need to rein myself in for a while."
As Antia spoke, her body gradually became ethereal. "I will no longer use my abilities and wait for the mental imprint to stabilize... In other words, I may not be able to help you for a while."
"It's okay."
Lu Ze said he didn't want the other person to lose control because of this, "What can I do for you?"
"Help me spread the legend. I am now your flagship, and I deserve to be known by more people."
"I will."
Lu Ze replied.
"Also, I won't allow you to leave me behind. Even if you go to Backlund, you must take me with you."
However, she soon made a request that was difficult to fulfill.
How did I end up ashore with a boat?
As Lu Ze pondered this with difficulty, Antia approached, grabbed his arm, and bit down on it. The black three-masted sailing ship moored at the edge of the shore vanished instantly, leaving behind the mark of a black anchor on his arm.
"Please, my captain."
After Antia finished taking a bite, she gave him a beautiful and captivating smile.
Under the afternoon sunlight, her beautiful face and body gradually shattered, turning into light that seeped into the anchor marks.