Treasure Hunting System： The Ocean Conquerer-Chapter 568 - 272 The Snake That Covers the Sky_3

He looked at the encroaching tendrils and said, "I didn’t die by his hand, but by Klian’s. Is this why the message was revealed?"

He seemed to understand something, but it was already meaningless. What did understanding at the last moment even mean?

The soldiers surrounding him died one by one, leaving only him and Balazs.

The feeling of death gradually approaching was truly unbearable.

Balazs looked at the tendril already coiled around his hand. As it wound its way up, other tendrils passed him by.

He felt his soul being pulled, his life gradually fading away.

Even then, Balazs turned his head, staring intently at Kriel beside him.

"To think that a general who possesses two Treasures and actually controls the target Island would die in such a place, alongside his ’pawn.’"

Hearing Balazs’s voice, Kriel, whose legs were already ensnared by tendrils, turned his head to look at him.

He watched as Balazs was increasingly enveloped by the tendrils, which soon covered his entire body.

"Are you quite pleased now?" Kriel asked.

"Hmph, perhaps," Balazs said with a smile.

Kriel murmured to himself, "Klian, a trap set with death... You have won."

Just as the two were about to die, a sphere of mist, condensed from white clouds, smashed down in their direction.

The red tendrils wrapped around them immediately dissipated, turning into a faint mist that drifted in the surrounding air.

The sensation of his soul being pulled and his life fading away suddenly vanished.

Balazs opened his eyes in confusion. He had already prepared for death.

Or rather, he had already seen the other side of death.

As the tendrils enveloping him were eliminated, his soul, which had been on the verge of being completely pulled out, fully returned to his body.

He had been pushed back by the waves of the Sea of Souls.

The general before him was in the same state. However, at this moment, his chest was faintly glowing.

Why would such a phenomenon occur? It seemed related to the glow on his chest.

Kriel quickly pulled open his clothes, revealing a white, intertwined Spiral serpent tattoo on his chest.

"The Guardian Spirit Serpent?" Balazs wondered aloud, looking at the tattoo.

"Hahaha! Indeed, the Guardian Spirit Serpent truly exists! It protects our family!"

The joy of survival made it impossible for Kriel to maintain his solemn expression; he shouted with wild excitement.

He also felt immense pride in his bloodline and family.

Balazs looked at the metal pendant on his necklace, which was carved with a pattern similar to the tattoo.

I never thought this thing was real, he mused.

He suddenly regretted converting his faith to the Holy Mother.

"I come by covenant, descendant of Vasa."

An ethereal, majestic voice echoed in their minds. The moment they heard it, their hearts raced uncontrollably.

They simultaneously lifted their heads to look at the sky.

It was a colossal white serpent, larger than the tendrils that had struck down before. It was far larger than the entire Island combined with the surrounding sea, nearly obscuring the entire sky.

Its body was coiled high above, its enormous serpentine head hanging down.

Its sun-bright yellow eyes locked onto the two men.

The voice in their minds came from this White Mist Serpent.

Its enormous size exerted immense physical and mental pressure.

The two were completely dazed.

THUD. They both knelt on the ground simultaneously, making special prayer gestures.

"Divine... My Divine, you have come to save me!" Kriel said, his voice trembling.

What was composure in the face of one’s former faith? It meant nothing.

Balazs quietly bowed his head in prayer, not even daring to entertain the thought of gazing upon the divine visage.

"Descendant of Vasa, state your request."

The white serpent simply watched them quietly, its attention focused on Kriel.

The voice echoed in their minds once more.

Vasa... I see. So that’s what the legend is about, Kriel murmured to himself, a realization dawning on him.

His earliest ancestor was known as Vasa, the pioneer of Southern Cross Island.

He looked at his opened clothes, at the white serpent tattoo on his chest.

His family was truly under a contract with a Divine.

Their attention was entirely focused on the white serpent in the sky, so they didn’t notice the red tendrils rapidly approaching them from the side.

The entity controlling the tendrils seemed angered by this intervention; the tendrils spread much faster than before.

Seeing these tendrils spreading, Kriel seemed to snap out of the shock of his faith’s Divine appearing.

He quickly looked up at the white serpent overhead, maintained his prayer gesture, and respectfully asked, "Honorable Guardian Spirit Serpent, can you please help your follower eliminate that red monster?"

Hearing this, Balazs, who had been praying, opened his eyes and looked at him with a strange expression.

Shouldn’t he wish to escape? he wondered.

Although Kriel was shocked by the sudden appearance of the Divine he had worshiped since childhood, once he regained his composure, his thoughts returned to normal.

He had already sorted out the current situation in his mind.

And requesting the elimination of that blood-red monster was definitely the optimal choice.

He had already noticed that the red mist monster was specifically targeting him—or rather, his bloodline.

Neither Balazs nor the other soldiers had ever been deliberately attacked. Only him.

All the tendrils that had attacked earlier were aimed at him; he had merely controlled those soldiers to block them for him.

The mysterious sensation passed down through his bloodline, compounded by the reason he had come to the Island to seek the Treasure, made him realize something.

This was a trap, set with a life by an exile long ago, aimed not just at him alone, but at his entire Race—the entire royal family—intending to drag them all into Hell.

Kriel made his request.

The white serpent silently watched him without responding.

This made Kriel anxious. Could it be...

As he was lost in wild speculation, the voice echoed in both their minds:

"The ancient covenant shall end at this moment."

A faint white mist, forming a line, descended from above and poured into Kriel’s body.

He could feel the power within this mist, but he dared not move an inch, nor did he dare resist.

He even felt it was a blessing from the Divine, a recognition of his bloodline and ancestors.

He was beyond excited.

As the mist poured in, Kriel felt his body becoming ethereal, like the mist itself—transparent and elusive.

He felt as if his body had completely vanished, as if it were nonexistent.

Yet, his mind grew extremely dizzy, and he felt somewhat dazed.

This sensation grew increasingly severe.

He mustered his energy to ask, "Divine, what is this?"

"When you awaken, the covenant will end, and the request will be fulfilled. And you... descendant of Vasa... shall return intact to reality."

As the voice echoed in his mind, he could no longer withstand the dizziness.

He collapsed to the ground as if he had fallen asleep.