Capítulo 719: Chapter 237 Traps and Premonitions

“y!!”

Facing an attack akin to a natural disaster, the flames in the Alien God Priest’s white bone eye sockets also trembled violently as he raised the Black Stone Wand in his hand and loudly uttered a strange syllable.

At the same time, a frenzied expression flitted across the eyes of the many believers surrounding the Array. They suddenly pulled Ritual Daggers from their bosoms and neatly stabbed themselves in the abdomen, the green flames burning on their bodies flaring up instantly as if fueled.

Consequently, the Green Flame engulfing Pomona suddenly surged mightily, even faintly reaching a stature comparable to the massive column of wind.

“Thinking of resisting?”

With a cold chuckle, Duke Carrot directly threw the Miniature Tornado into the column of wind.

The next instant, the width of the storm rapidly expanded nearly twofold, the whirlwind-lifted snowflakes now turned into blurred silver lines, even causing thin unstable ripples to form in the air they passed.

Facing the storm’s significantly increased might, the seething Green Flame finally couldn’t resist and began to slowly extinguish uncontrollably. The surrounding Alien God believers fell in unison like wheat cut by a scythe, silent.

Seeing the situation turn dire, the Alien God Priest waved his wand and disappeared without a trace. The Duke didn’t stop him from fleeing, since his primary objective was rescue, prioritizing safety first.

Without the restraint of the Green Flame, Pomona finally broke free from the Array and slowly flew back to Duke’s side.

“You are too late! Their real target is Fiona!”

However, Pomona’s first words immediately caused Carrot to tighten up.

“What’s going on, what do you know?”

“No time to talk, let’s head to Star Domain first, I’ll explain on the way.”

With an urgent tone and wave of his hand, Pomona looked anxious, as if he couldn’t wait to get to Fiona’s side.

“Alright, then let us go… What are you doing?!”

Just as the Duke unsuspectingly used the teleportation portal, a pitch-black stone Magic Wand suddenly appeared in Pomona’s hand. Seizing the moment when the Duke was most off guard while communicating with the other side of the portal, it was abruptly activated.

In an instant, a huge dark green Divine Power Domain enveloped them both.

Caught off guard by this sudden change, the Duke’s movements were interrupted, his own body held down by Divine Power, his Magic Power became sluggish, and a myriad assortment of frenetic, confusing illusions eroded his Spirit Space like a tsunami, making it difficult to maintain clear reasoning.

“Have you gone mad?… No, no! You aren’t Pomona at all! Who are you?”

In his anger and shock, a silver twenty-sided crystal on Duke’s chest lit up, shooting a colorless crystal-like beam of absolute Zero-Degree toward ‘Pomona’, but before it could touch ‘Pomona’s’ body, it was extinguished by the dark green Divine Power in the domain.

“Been found out, have I?”

Since the objective had been accomplished, ‘Pomona’ no longer hid.

Suddenly, his facial features began to melt like lit candles, the flesh-colored ‘Wax Oil’ flowing down his face, revealing underneath a fluid-like black Mucus face subtly undulating.

“Green Flame Priest of the Songxing Secret Sect, the Mimicry Apostle as the executioner of the great Divine Will, pays homage to the Frost of Winter.”

The strange, ear-piercing voice came from the blurred face of the Mimicry Apostle who had reverted to his true form.

Although its disguise had been close to its true form, if a Ninth Rank existence were to discern carefully, they could still observe certain differences. So, this needed to be used in conjunction with such urgent circumstances to prevent the Duke from recognizing it meticulously.

“Where is Pomona? What have you done to him?”

Barely adjusting his state, Carrot glared at him furiously.

“Rest assured, he is now very ‘safe’. Compared to his situation, Your Grace might as well feel the blessings of the Divine more.”

Watching the Duke struggle like an insect trapped in resin, the Apostle nonchalantly let go of the Black Stone Wand storing massive amounts of Divine Power, allowing it to sustain the Divine Power Domain on its own, while he himself left the Domain.

Then, he spread his arms, with black viscous tentacles of Mucus pouring out from his body surface, beginning to weave and condense in a specific sequence, gradually constructing a complex three-dimensional Array structure.

Although he clearly understood the other party’s actions would be to his disadvantage, Duke was at this moment completely deprived of the energy to stop him, as the eerie green Divine Power Flames from the strange scepter had severely affected his mental state.

As the Angel Envoy moved, there was no change inside the huge spherical domain of the green flame, but if observed from the outside, one could see that the entire domain was rapidly shrinking.

Eventually, the domain from the outside turned into a small green light ball the size of a glass marble, floating in front of the Mimicry Apostle.

“Did it work?”

As the plan succeeded, the real Pomona appeared beside him, warily glancing at the continuously shrinking green ball in front of him.

In fact, Pomona himself was indeed trapped in the green flames at the beginning, which was a key reason why Duke did not suspect too much.

It wasn’t until the final moment, under the cover of the sudden burst of the eerie green Divine Power Flames, that the Mimicry Apostle switched places with Pomona inside the green flame.

“The Divine Domain can trap him for fifteen days; during this period, all his connections with the outside world will be completely severed, and Divine Power will distort any prophecies about this event.

You need to fulfill our agreement within fifteen days and come back here to ‘rescue’ him, Sir Zero-Degree Ice Crystal.”

The face of the Mimicry Apostle, devoid of expression, turned towards Pomona as he spoke indifferently.

At the same time, the small ball finally disappeared completely into the air.

“Hmph, don’t worry, I’ll handle it!”

With a cold snort, Pomona glanced one last time at where the green ball had disappeared before his figure flickered away.

…

Meanwhile, when Duke fell into the trap, Anvis suddenly sensed an inexplicable restless emotion within him in the Pamir Academy.

The feeling came quickly and left quickly as well, but Anvis did not overlook it.

For a Prophet, such restlessness could be significant or trivial, but it generally meant that something disadvantageous was about to happen.

Therefore, he took out various Prophecy Skill materials and conducted a standard forecasting ritual.

However, the ritual indicated that everything was normal; it seemed that a minor force, crushed by the Black Ring Commerce and unaware of his real identity, was preparing to secretly launch an attack on him.

Anvis was puzzled by this result.

Being targeted by a minor force indeed could be considered disadvantageous, but such a level of danger should not cause him such restlessness.

The affairs of the Black Ring Commerce were currently handled entirely by his deputy ‘Rafael’, and even if an attack occurred, at most this deputy would dissipate, posing no substantial threat to him.

After pondering for a moment, Anvis decided to use a more straightforward yet harder to disrupt method of prophecy.

Using a special Magic Feather Pen, Anvis dipped it in the Moonlight Mercury Basin, and then wrote a line of ancient Gumani language text on specially made dragon skin paper.

‘Danger is approaching’

After writing, Anvis looked at the line of text as it slowly turned from silver to purple.

This change meant that what was written was true; indeed, some sort of danger existed.

‘My safety is under severe threat’

This time, the color of the text remained unchanged for a long time.

‘The people around me are under severe threat’

The text gradually turned purple.