Becoming Their Guiding Spirit

Mayor Herman, whose expression had been grim in the face of Cronin’s threats, had been silently watching the ’two-kick’ mushroom cloud on the beach and the gods’ brawl with Cronin from the top floor. Then, they watched the flame colossus’s Ragnarok on the other side.

Although Mayor Herman was so shocked he couldn’t speak.

What...

What was that??

There were so many ridiculously strong beings among the tourists??

However, he still had to put on a show.

Mayor Herman put his hands in his pockets, calmly looked at Cronin, his gaze sharp, and said in a serious tone, ”It seems you have failed, Mr. Cronin. I am very disappointed in you.”

Cronin’s originally handsome face had now completely fallen. After witnessing his own Bishop get impaled and destroyed by that flame colossus, his blood pressure spiked so high he almost fainted.

What’s going on!

What’s going on!!!

Cronin angrily grabbed his head, his fingers yanking his hair, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, bloodshot veins covering his sclera.

Cronin had worked in Siesta for a full decade!

In the beginning, Cronin was also loyal to Siesta, treating it as his home. Watching Siesta grow and change every year, he felt incredibly proud, as if watching his own child grow up.

However, people change.

After Cronin became the mayor’s assistant, his power was immense, and he himself fell into greed. Then, under the Bishop’s bewitchment, he came to believe in the Church of the Deep. He had been an undercover agent all these years. He knew exactly how much strength Siesta had. Forget Siesta’s own Public Security Bureau, even adding the mayor’s hidden forces, multiplying that number by five would be no match for these monsters.

That’s why Cronin was so confident.

However...

Why are there so many freaks among the tourists!!!

If it had been Mayor Herman’s own powerhouses, even if he lost, Cronin would have accepted it, admitting the mayor was more capable, a step above. But these powerhouses were purely tourists!! What kind of luck is that!!

So many experts in one group of tourists!

And not just ordinary ones, but a group of ridiculously powerful, beyond-imagination freaks!!

What kind of luck does Herman have!!

Ahhhh!!

”It’s over, Cronin! Arrest him!!”

Herman gave the order, and the black-suited bodyguards in front of him immediately rushed forward.

”Herman, you’re too arrogant. Siesta is finished now! Do you know how many media outlets from all over the world came for the Obsidian Festival? If they leave Siesta alive and report this with some embellishments, Siesta’s tourism industry, its very lifeline, will be completely finished! Your twenty-plus years of hard work have been ruined after all!! Hahaha!!”

”Siesta will not be finished.”

Herman said calmly, ”Even without the support of tourism, Siesta can still survive in other areas. You don’t need to worry about that, *former* Assistant Mayor Cronin.”

Herman enunciated the word ”former” with particular clarity.

Suddenly!

Cronin’s whole body convulsed violently. On his almost ferocious face, black liquid began to flow from his nostrils, eyes, and mouth. More and more, it seemed endless, dyeing Cronin’s entire body a muddy black.

*Creak...*

It sounded like something was grinding.

Then.

Under everyone’s gaze, octopus-like tentacles, one after another, drilled out of Cronin’s mouth. As more and more tentacles emerged, Cronin’s mouth was stretched into a disgusting 180-degree gape.

Eww...

The bodyguards who were about to move forward immediately shielded Herman.

Then.

When the mouth, which could barely fit an orange, was stretched wide enough to fit a basketball, a pair of hands reached out from within the mass of tentacles. These two hands braced themselves on the upper and lower palate of the mouth. Then, Cronin’s entire body was torn off like a rubber suit, and a person wrapped in an algae-green robe drilled out of Cronin’s mouth, their body still covered in disgusting mucus, as if freshly reborn.

”!!!”

This Bishop was already traumatized. Fortunately, he had left himself a trump card earlier, cultivating this mortal named Cronin as his new body, giving himself a second life. Otherwise, he might have really died under that terrifying sword strike just now.

Even now, just thinking about it made his heart pound. That sword strike had filled him with utter despair. Even with a constitution like a super-soldier from fusing with Seaborn cells and blood, he could only despair in the face of such an attack.