Saving the World in an Apocalypse-Style Text Game-Chapter 805 - 386: The Cruel Disciple War, Revenge of the Three Goddesses!_3

Chapter 805: Chapter 386: The Cruel Disciple War, Revenge of the Three Goddesses!_3

Although the number of survivors was only a third of the original count, it had to be said, this was truly a miracle!

After a thorough inspection, not only did the desolate island have fresh water sources, but it also boasted an abundance of wild animals.

All the sailors and I were cheering jubilantly; this was surely the favoring breeze of the Goddess of Luck herself! I could hardly wait to fall to my knees and sing praises to the greatness of the Goddess of Luck.

But we hadn’t realized at all that what we were about to face wasn’t the Goddess of Luck, but the Goddess of Retribution...

She was the real Goddess of Retribution, the one we had heard of only in myths and legends!

When three tall, stunningly beautiful ladies appeared before me, I could hardly believe my eyes!

They had hair like venomous snakes, their crimson eyes wept blood, on their shoulders were wings akin to a giant eagle’s, and in their hands they held torches and blood-stained serpent whips.

They were the mythical Furies from legend!

They were known as ’Unease’, ’Envy’, and ’Retribution’!

The ’Goddess of Unease’ informed us that not only had we survived the storm, but all of us did; the remaining crew members were on two other islands...

The ’Goddess of Envy’ told us that it was by their divine power that we were rescued from the endless storm, but a mortal who receives a boon from the gods must pay a price...

The ’Goddess of Retribution’ declared to us that the sin of vengeance and slaughter was the finest offering to the gods, and on each island there could only be one person... who would leave alive!

Having spoken, the three Furies flapped their wings and disappeared into the heavens...

Leaving us utterly unable to come to our senses for a long time.

When I finally regained my composure, all I could feel was the chilling brutality in the eyes of the normally respectful sailors and crew looking at me...

...

The text in the navigation diary abruptly ended there.

Amos stared blankly at the text, feeling an overwhelming terror engulf his whole body.

"Only one can leave alive... only one can leave alive!"

He had never imagined that the victory conditions for this disciple war would be so... bloody and brutal!

On this island inhabited by lower-ranking disciples, only one person could leave alive; the situation was even more perilous than the worst scenarios he had anticipated!

No, it wasn’t just more perilous—it was a situation with little hope of survival, a hopeless plight!

How could he possibly confront Agabus, the ninth disciple who had reached demigod level?

Amos, struggling to suppress his trembling fingertips, activated the Shell skill—’Dominate Ghost’.

A wisp of a lingering soul floated out from the navigator’s Shell, recounting to him all the sufferings experienced in life, which matched the account in the log to the letter.

Amos’s last shred of hope was shattered.

Somewhat unexpectedly, he became extraordinarily calm, temporarily blocked the communication in his headset, and turned to the two attendants beside him, "Did you both see what the navigator’s ghost just narrated?"

The two attendants had been ready to face death before entering the Chapter; they nodded emotionlessly upon hearing his question.

"Good, it’s now time for the two of you to face your deaths!"

You raised the ’Wraith Curse Staff’, and the long-silenced incantation you had been murmuring suddenly became piercing and shrill!

A massive Bone Dragon flew out from the Void, its eye sockets void of flesh, only the cold beryl flame of the soul flickering within!

The ’Wailing Bone Dragon’ opened its jaws in a silent roar, and the eerie green breath of the undead cascaded like a waterfall, assaulting your two completely unguarded and defenseless attendants...

... 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Your first attendant has died!

Your second attendant has died!

The two attendants beside him let out piercing screams, involuntarily clutching their own throats in agony as they collapsed to the ground.

They thrashed and wailed instinctively until their violently twisting bodies gradually lost strength and the light known as life in their eyes gradually dimmed.

Amos didn’t turn to look at his attendants but instead coldly watched the text progress, continuing to press the Shell skill—’Ceremony of the Dead’!

...

The raging breath of the undead finally subsided, and in the two indistinct masses of flesh that no longer bore human forms, two dark skeletal arms violently thrust forth...

Soon after, two ’Abyssal Dark Knights’ returned from the netherworld appeared before you, kneeling on one knee, awaiting your commands.

You could feel that they seemed even stronger than they were in life!

Amos closed his eyes and opened them again, his gaze now filled with resoluteness!

He pressed the button on his headset and cried out frantically, "Cain, forget about the memory of the Shell for now, come and support me, I’m being attacked by Jeremiah!"

"Both attendants are already dead, hurry over to these coordinates, together we have the strength to kill Jeremiah!"

"Hurry!"