Chapter 1874 520 Purgatorys Son
Chapter 1874: 520 Purgatory’s Son Chapter 1874: 520 Purgatory’s Son …
Wooo wooo wooo!
Layer by layer, the sound of horns echoed on the decks.
Amidst the varying urgent calls of Purgatory’s Son sailors, passengers on the upper three decks slowly or quickly returned to their cabins along the gangways.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Streams of magic runes surged as the ceremonial field activated.
If viewed from high above,
the conch boat, with its metallic luster, now resembled layers upon layers coated in thick honey.
After setting up this solid defense,
an even sharper sound of horns rang out.
Three minutes later,
the conch boat—flying the flag of one of Purgatory’s Son’s cities—resolutely sped forward—
There,
the surface, seemingly flowing with liquid silver, abruptly bent at a ninety-degree angle downward, forming an immensely majestic astral waterfall.
Further down,
in the downstream of the River of Silver,
similar astral waterfalls stacked like endless terraced fields under nature’s colossal force, stitched together, presenting a sight of spectacular grandeur.
A few minutes later,
the conch boat plunged downward at a ninety-degree angle along with the water.
Strangely,
the vessel itself did not fall vertically downward; rather, it clung tightly to the river’s surface, slowly descending with the flow of the River of Silver.
In the farthest reaches of these endless astral waterfalls,
in a valley where war flames reached the sky,
a thick blood-red whirlwind was slowly rising.
In an instant, it pierced the heavens and the earth.
Within the whirlwind,
countless demons and devils bathed in blood and fought, just as their ancestors had done for thousands of years.
There,
was just a small epitome of the Blood Battle.
Yet, it was the destination of Matthew and his companions’ journey.
“Blood Abyss.”
Beside the porthole,
Matthew slowly withdrew his gaze that had stretched far into the distance.
The reason he could clearly see what was happening in the Blood Abyss was not because he used the Super Long Vision Spell, but because it was part of Purgatory’s unique mechanism—
Every battle taking place in the Blood Abyss was projected into the planes adjacent to Purgatory in the form of visions.
People with high enough Insight could access the content of these visions at any time.
This perhaps served as motivation for the devils on the battlefield and might also inspire devils from other planes.
In any case,
with Matthew’s Insight,
he could watch 24-hour footage from the lands of the Blood Abyss without worrying about running out of material.
In fact,
he had indeed done so during his time aboard the conch boat.
Well, who could blame him? The journey was unbearably dull.
For people like Matthew,
getting into Purgatory wasn’t difficult, but sneaking past Glacia’s spies unnoticed and reaching her fortress was no easy task.
Matthew’s primary plan was:
through Alexander’s concealed contacts, they would take a rogue Mage’s teleportation array at the edge of Noon Town to a Secondary Plane adjacent to Purgatory Land.
At the edge of that plane, there was a tributary of the River of Silver.
Following that,
they’d disguise themselves as merchants heading to Purgatory for business and board through Purgatory’s Son’s Trade Dock—
the very conch boat they were now on.
The final stop of the conch boat was the lands of the Blood Abyss.
There, demons and devils clashed on one of the fringe battlefields.
Even being on the fringe,
since it was one of the Blood Battle arenas, it inevitably had paths or teleportation arrays leading to the major purgatories.
Matthew planned to head to Barthor Purgatory after reaching the Blood Abyss.
Looking from a route perspective, it seemed a significant detour, and the dangers of the Blood Abyss lands were needless to mention, but from a concealment standpoint, this was the most likely way to surprise Glacia.
However, the fact that Purgatory’s Son controlled a trading ship that was a conch boat
was something Matthew hadn’t anticipated.
From its shape and style,
the material of this type of conch boat likely originated from the astral world.
Considering the close connections between the devils and other forces of the outer planes, this wasn’t too surprising.
Yet even for Purgatory’s conservative faction like Purgatory’s Son to use this fairly modern type of conch boat indicated the rapid changes within Purgatory.
“So, is it true?”
Inside the cabin,
Matthew inquired news from Lorraine, who was equally bored:
“Are Purgatory’s Son really as conservative, rule-abiding, and relatively kind-hearted as the legends say?”
Lorraine lay on the ship, with his legs crossed, yawning while flipping through an adult magazine:
“It’s true.”
“I’ve searched this entire ship, greeted every sailor, and couldn’t find a drop of alcohol or even a deck of cards—”
“Can you believe it?”
“There’s not a single sailor on this conch who indulges in drinking or gambling!”
“In my view, Purgatory’s Son are even duller than the Druids…”
Saying this, he yawned again.
Meanwhile, on the adjacent bed,
Camela was sound asleep—
This Legendary Priest of the God of the First Moon clearly had her own ways of killing time.
She got on board, said, “Call me when we arrive,” and then went straight to sleep.
She had not spoken a word to Matthew or Lorraine since.
Matthew had initially been very cautious,
making many preparations inside the cabin.
But as days passed, both the deck and the diverse major cabins of the conch boat remained absolutely calm.
This forced Matthew to acknowledge Camela’s Prediction Ability.
He was also amazed by the influence of the organization that was Purgatory’s Son.
Of course,
he had also conducted thorough investigations and preparations before boarding.
Purgatory’s Son.
It was a very special group or profession.
In Purgatory, the vast majority of devils were both lawful and evil.