Chapter 522: The Black Tide Emerges
Chapter 522: The Black Tide Emerges
"..."
Little Varavara was about to return to the normal flow of time, and her disappearance was not surprising.
But in the final moments, her vanishing speed suddenly accelerated.
It was as if she was directly reminding Lindsey that their enemy was watching and interfering!
Alarson looked at Lindsey in the face of this.
There was a bitter smile in his tone, but he showed no signs of retreat or cowardice:
"So, we're dealing with the Eighth Stage Fallen Artist of Black Tide Island?"
"This is indeed a rare sight."
Lindsey nodded seriously:
"She seems to be in a hurry and doesn't even want Little Varavara to give us more information."
Alarson followed his previous speculation, saying, "So, her condition must be unfavorable."
"Otherwise, why would an Eighth Stage Awakened One resort to such means against us?"
After Little Varavara's reminder, Lindsey had a different perspective.
He shook his head slowly:
"No, there's another possibility."
"That is—we are all important actors in her script, and under this premise, we certainly can't leave the stage prematurely."
"..."
Alarson fell silent.
According to common knowledge, Seventh Stage Writers can manipulate coincidences to guide events. They cannot directly interfere with the complexities of the human heart.
But what about the Eighth Stage? At this very moment, there was no enemy in sight before the two of them, yet the pressure was like a tsunami, bearing down on them.
Alarson asked, "If this is truly the case, do you still plan to go and save people?"
Lindsey's answer was without the slightest hesitation:
"If this is a fate forced upon me, then I will tear it apart with my own hands."
"..."
"Lindsey! It's done!"
"Everyone has been freed from petrification!"
At this moment, a shout came from below the hill.
After all the humans regained their freedom, the stone statues didn't forget about them and quickly conveyed the good news.
Unfortunately, Lindsey wasn't in the mood to celebrate.
He tried to keep his tone steady and responded to the stone statues:
"I'm glad everyone is safe."
"Now that everyone has been freed from petrification, let's return to Thousand Sails City as soon as possible. This place is not suitable for a long stay..."
Lindsey's voice suddenly trailed off.
He looked down the hill and saw a group of Awakened Ones who had been petrified earlier, led by someone with an extremely powerful Essence aura.
The person did not hide their strength.
From a distance, Lindsey could confirm that they were undoubtedly a Seventh Stage powerhouse! The artist's emotions surged around them—gratitude, passion, and more.
"Lindsey, right? Thank you for your rescue."
The Awakened One gracefully bowed to Lindsey and then spoke calmly:
"You must have realized that this is an Enchanting Dream."
"I will now use the Memory Channel to return to Thousand Sails City. Rest assured, as a token of my gratitude, I will ensure your safety."
The musician then looked down at the ground.
He raised an eyebrow and stepped on the massive corpse of the Abyssal Whale:
"Abyssal Whale, I can't believe I was successfully ambushed by such a creature."
The musician looked back up.
He could tell that the young man before him was not a highly skilled one. Like a story's protagonist, he said, "This Abyssal Whale is your prey."
"If you don't have a good way to bring it back, I can help."
Lindsey felt the other's goodwill but could only shake his head in refusal:
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to handle the return journey yourselves.
"I also have a friend who was taken into the Enchanting Dream, and I must rescue her!"
The musician was very concerned about Lindsey's statement:
"You also have a friend whose whereabouts are unknown—for this matter, may I have the honor of being of service?"
Lindsey didn't want to endanger the lives of others, so he revealed the truth:
"My enemy is the Fallen Artist of Black Tide Island."
"It seems that the other party is stuck in the Eighth Stage and can't move forward, so they created this whole scenario."
"..."
Everyone on the hill was shocked when Lindsey spoke.
The Eighth Stage was already a dazzling star high in the sky, let alone the Fallen Artist of Black Tide Island!
Among the Awakened who had been freed from petrification, someone spoke in disbelief:
"Are you crazy? You dare to get involved in such a thing..."
"Shut up!" The musician suddenly interrupted the other party and looked at Lindsey with a serious expression, "Mr. Lindsey, you want to save your companion, don't you?"
Lindsey's answer remained unchanged:
"Of course."
The musician glared at the man behind him, who had just spoken to veto Lindsey:
"Then that's perfect!"
"In life, the most important thing is not to listen to the advice of fools. They don't even understand what they're talking about!"
"Many inferior things—they only know how to say, 'Learn from me.' Then, they think that as long as they have saved a little money, have a little influence in a small circle, they are qualified to instruct others."
"It's preposterous!"
The musician's gaze turned distant:
"Listen, I know everyone wants to return safely."
"So those who plan to return to the City of a Thousand Sails, come over now, and I'll open a channel for you!"
Everyone looked at each other in surprise.
They only thought that Lindsey and the artist were both mad.
But pressured by the desire to escape danger, they obediently lined up, waiting for the musician's actions.
Lindsey also understood the musician's intention:
"Mr., are you going to..."
The musician smiled slightly at Lindsey, his expression bright and spirited.
From the essence that emanated from him, one could feel the passionate artist's enthusiasm:
"Since you saved me from crisis, I am naturally willing to offer my humble assistance..."
Right in front of Lindsey, the musician's pupils lost their luster.
Some terrible destiny seemed to govern his thoughts at this moment, causing him to give an answer that was completely different from his true nature:
"Offer my humble assistance to ensure everyone's safe return to the City of a Thousand Sails."
"..."
This musician was being controlled by someone.
Lindsey fell silent, and a cold thought emerged in his mind.
Who else but an Eighth Stage Awakened from Black Tide Island could do such a thing?
On the massive corpse of the Abyssal Whale.
Some dark undercurrent was surging in the pitch-black sea, gradually reaching the shore and dampening everyone's hearts.
The devil was extending its claws in the air, reaching out to the people.
"..."
"Lindsey, follow me!"
At this moment, Alarson, behind Lindsey, seemed to sense something.
As a painter, his gaze was fixed on the sky, heavy with concern.
Then, he turned and began to run, simultaneously taking out a paintbrush and starting to draw on his clothes.
Alarson ran while avoiding something, all the while painting:
"Lindsey, listen!"
"If I can't control myself, take my clothes with you!"
(End of Chapter)
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