Chapter 1092: Chapter 571: The Radiant Queen and Black Friday_3
The common point is that none of them have eyes.
This should be the forbidden route that combines the Divine King [Hawk-Headed God] Horus and the Goddess Queen [Lion-Headed Goddess] Hathor.
Just like the [Rift Whale Leviathan] simultaneously possesses the mythical forms of Calamity Witch and Tidal Hunter.
That [Sphinx] stared at the prisoner with its eyeless sockets coldly asking:
"Do you know that the Blind Eye Church serving my master [Hawk-Headed God], and the Rotten Swamp Tomb serving the [Wolf God], are all searching for you and your compatriots’ whereabouts?
Tell me, where did you hide the Crystal Skull that contains the ’Nether Authority’ from the Southern Continent Safari Paradise?
Speaking up might spare you some suffering."
Hearing this, Byron raised an eyebrow.
When Atahualpa was searching for the remaining three Crystal Skulls, he reported immediately upon discovering the disappearance of Skull No. 9 [Death God] from the East Coast.
Unexpectedly, clues were connected here.
He couldn’t help but sigh; although others did not know the epic corresponding to the Crystal Skulls and couldn’t use the ability of the Sacred Relics, there were still people who recognized their value.
Especially for the Death God [Wolf God], who had regained his sanity, the Sacred Relics were unimportant, but the authority within could be the key to influencing the natives of the Southern Continent.
The significance was far greater than that of a single Second Level Holy Relic.
However, the Old God Church’s plan evidently encountered an accident, with an unknown force intervening and stealing the items, taking them to the Eastern Continent.
Byron speculated that the most likely agent to sabotage the Old God’s matters was a Human realm from the Eastern Continent that was the first to suffer the impact of the Spiral Annals.
Only they would have the motive and capability.
Seeing the prisoner tightly pursing his lips, remaining unmoved, the Sphinx cracked a malicious smile and continued:
"By the rules, as long as you can solve my riddle, I won’t harm you, but if you answer incorrectly, your flesh and wisdom will belong to me.
Now please listen to the question.
What animal walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?
The time when it uses the most legs is also when it walks the slowest and is the weakest.
As the ace riddle of us Sphinxes, no one has been able to answer it so far, so I sincerely hope you can be that lucky one."
The young man clearly understood the Sphinx’s deadly rules, and after pondering deeply, he finally bit his lip and tentatively spoke an answer:
"A lion with a crippled leg?"
The Sphinx bared its mouth in a sinister smile:
"Wrong answer!"
With a casual swipe of its paw.
"Ah——!"
With the young man’s cry of agony, the Sphinx, in an instant, plucked his two eyes and deliciously stuffed them into its mouth.
Chewing them, everything these eyes had seen also entered its mind.
After searching carefully for a while, it suddenly turned its head towards the Eastern Continent, muttering:
"The items were sent to the Desert Empire, the world’s largest desert unreachable by the deep sea.
And the mastermind behind it is...[Papyrus River Flower Snake], [Radiant Queen] Cleopatra VII?
And at the same time, accredited by collective human subconscious, possessing infinite charm, having captured countless admirers under her skirts as the [World’s Foremost Beauty]?
This is getting a bit troublesome."
...
When Byron and Catherine unintentionally learned of another secret from the Eastern Continent, another Raven Fukin swaggered into the Red Maple White Dew Palace.
Standing outside the window, it saw the bed-ridden "Great Uncle" [Victory King] Charles VII.
Long-term illness had reduced him to skin and bones with a pallid complexion, devoid of any royal aura, looking more like a mummy.
As the Iris Flower King, he wasn’t without the means to seek Black Sorcery.
But his ailment stemmed purely from old age; living to seventy is rare in antiquity, with life nearing its end, and regular overseas Black Sorcery couldn’t save him.
Yet it seemed aware of the Raven’s presence, opening his misty eyes with no focal point, looking outside the window, he uttered a faint dry whisper:
"Joan... have you... come to receive me?"
Although the famous saying goes, "The Iris Flower can only win battles under the leadership of women, foreigners, and short people," it is not entirely accurate.
But without Joan of Arc’s support, the [Victory King] might never have claimed the Iris Flower’s throne in his lifetime.
Even now, the Iris Flower’s territory remains Lancaster’s private property.
But when Joan was captured by Hightins, and then tried and executed by burning, Charles VII indeed did not rescue her.
In his dying moments, he seemed still unable to let go of this matter.
Byron thought of the "Saint Joan" resurrected in the Corridor of Truth in legendary form, finding it hard to judge the grudges of the older generation.
He finally just collected a strand of "Great Uncle’s" hair and then flapped his wings toward the assembly hall.
Louis XI had been conspiring here with his trusted ministers for a while.
"Everyone, my informant within the Impoverished Knights Order has reported, the Order has already accepted that the Legendary Paladin Grand Master [Sacred Fist] Grover will not return.
They plan to convene a meeting of the Order members at their headquarters in Tulip Fort in the coastal town to elect a new Grand Master.
At that time, we will capture all the members of the Order in one fell swoop!"
The ministers had no objections.
