Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 428: Does the blood moon rise for you?
Gondarov looked up and saw the lingering white fog through the tall and narrow window. He frowned slightly, not knowing whether it was an illusion or not, but he felt that he had just heard a very strange girl's voice, full of mechanical and cold style, which was not a sound that could be made by a human being, and the words she said were all bizarre and confusing.

I guess it must be my own illusion.

It is said that when a person makes up his mind to do something, he will hear many voices that he could not hear before. Sometimes they are revelations from fate, called apocalypse; sometimes they are whispers from dreams, called dream revelations. The fortune-tellers among mortals believe them to be true and use them to predict the future of the world and society, but Gundalufo does not actually believe in these. He only believes that his destiny is in his own hands.

"Gundaluf."

A rude call interrupted the old wolf, who had been fighting and failing since he could remember, and made him come back to his senses. He looked away and fixed his gaze on the crowd below the stage. Jacob Tangzheng of the Divans family said in an impatient tone: "Don't play with such meaningless riddles. Tell me what the price is."

"If I want to gain eternal life from Her Excellency the Countess, what is the price?"

He asked word by word, his sharp golden pupils revealing a determination to win. Only at this moment did he look like a true Divans lion-man, not a kitten that would just run away with its tail between its legs. The old lion-man's life span was almost over, and his blood and bones were decaying. Every time he opened his eyes, he could clearly feel the loss of strength. Naturally, he was more eager than others to pursue the miracle of immortality.

"It's simple." Gundaruf grinned. "What if I say that we want to expel the Order from this peninsula and even from the Taguao Wilds?"

"Then you must be crazy."

Borrefa said coldly: "We really want to gain the power of immortality, but the price is to ask us to die. Don't you think this is a bit upside down, Gundaruf?"

"Jacob, the power of the Golden Mane Lions is reviving in the 'Lion Party' in Emerald Blood City. Are you unaware of this? Lawrence, you secretly won over more than one-third of the senior officials of the Falcandia city government. Is it just to facilitate your low-profit illegal drug smuggling business? And you, Patrick, I heard that you have a stake in the shipyard of the Armenis family. What do you need so many steam ironclad ships for? Are you going to expedition to the East Continent?"

Most of the alien leaders gathered here were elders from their families and tribes. They had personally experienced the dark era of cleansing a century ago, and witnessed how the combined forces of the cult brutally slaughtered their brothers and sisters, causing rivers of blood to flow across the Shikilia Peninsula. In their painful memories, resisting the combined forces of the cult was no different from seeking death.

Judging from the expressions on the other aliens' faces, they were generally thinking the same thing.

He called out their names one by one, his eyes lingering on their faces and sweeping across them, letting out a deep laugh. "See, you all had similar ideas, and I, I just provided a sufficient reason for those ideas that you dare not put into practice - do you want eternal life? Then kill the cult union, there is no other way."

"It seems that your spirit has been broken and your confidence has been shattered. With such a weak attitude, how dare you call yourself the descendants of God's blood?" Gundaruf said calmly: "Besides, don't you have similar thoughts in your hearts? Watching your former city being occupied by humans and even your surname being stolen by a group of slaves, have you never felt the slightest anger and hatred? If so, Borelfa, why did you secretly contact the Valenhild family in the Port of Sad Rain and even place people in the archives of the Temple of Judgment? Just because you also covet the archives of the Fang of Eternal Life? This doesn't make sense, right?"

Borrefa's expression changed slightly. All the actions he thought were covert were exposed under Gundaluf's nose.

But he's not the only one.

At this point, his eyes became grim and terrifying, and his tone was as cold as frost: "I need to remind you that as long as the cult union exists, they will not allow so many immortal aliens to appear on the island. Otherwise, why would the files on the Immortal Fang be recorded and stored by the cold and arrogant Grand Inquisitor himself?"

In other words, if you don't solve this problem, even if you gain immortality now, you will be trapped in an endless nightmare of being hunted down by the cult in the future. Gaining immortality but being forced to wander, forced to abandon the luxuries that have become commonplace after integrating into human society: delicious food, luxurious housing, elegant stage plays and concerts... Is all this worth it?

"If I'm not mistaken, the troops of the Inquisition have now penetrated deep into the swamp." He casually said a shocking fact, which immediately caused an uproar in the main hall. The voices of questioning and arguing were like a pot of boiling water, immediately igniting a tense atmosphere in the air. "Quiet."

Gundaruf's cold voice was extremely penetrating, drowning out the noise in the main hall. He looked at these panicked fellows with obvious contempt and disdain in his eyes: "You are even more dull than the tree-dwelling spirits in winter. What makes you think that the Order Union is the kind of cowardly people who will swallow their anger after their headquarters was attacked and important files were seized? They will fight back, find the location of Forloze Castle, and launch an offensive against Silver Moon. This is a matter of course. The fact that you still come to this party knowing the danger proves how strong your desire for eternal life is. However, coming here without knowing anything, I can only say that your stupidity really opens my eyes."

His sarcastic words made many people look indignant, but Gundaruf had no time to care about their feelings. He said coldly: "As far as I know, the most powerful Grand Inquisitor in the Balance of Order and their most terrifying war weapon, the Scarlet Gate, are not in the territory of Metosh at the moment. This is our best chance, and perhaps our last chance."

"The signal of battle is not far away. Everyone, will you unite together to recreate our former glory in Motosh and drink the blood of immortality with honor? Or will you flee in disgrace like a stray dog? Please make your own choice."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the aisle behind the platform. After he left, a louder and more noisy argument broke out in the main hall, almost lifting the dome of the castle and destroying every ancient stone brick.

Leaving the barking of these annoying weaklings behind, Gundaruf left the aisle and came to an open-air corridor, where the view was excellent. He could overlook the panoramic view of the Arc of Quaia, and also look up to see the endless night - such as the huge and terrifying blood-red full moon that was shadowy in the fog.

For the first time, a surprised expression appeared on the werewolf's face, because he had never seen such a strange moon. Its color was as red as blood and burning like a flame. Its surface was covered with creeping horror and dripping filth. What was even more strange was that it gave people an unreal feeling. It was sometimes bright and sometimes dim. When it was dim, it was like a water moon lurking in a mirror. When it was bright, it was like a circle of bleak halo around a brass bulb. It was more like a product of human creation rather than a natural celestial phenomenon.

But who could have created the moon?
"What's going on, Linsas?"

He asked the other werewolf who was standing silently in the hallway.

The taciturn Linsas stood at the edge of the corridor, his body bathed in a layer of blood-red moonlight, and the ends of his silver-white hair seemed to be smeared with enchanting blood-red, looking like he had just returned from a bloody battlefield. He shook his head slowly and replied, "I don't know. A few minutes ago, this blood moon suddenly appeared, bringing this strange moonlight. But other than that, there are no other changes."

"Is it."

Gundalufo slowly walked to the open area, and like Linsas, he bathed in the blood-red moonlight. He looked up and quietly gazed at the strange full moon in the night sky. Suddenly, a nostalgic smile appeared on his face: "You know, Linsas, I think this is a good sign, indicating that our career will have a perfect start, because it reminds me of...Wolfgang."

Another leader of Silver Moon, "Crash Moon of Collapse" Linsas fell silent upon hearing this.

Wolfgang, the werewolf who died together with the Silver-eyed Countess half a century ago for the "fang of immortality", was also Gundalurf's brother. His title was "Thirsty Blood Moon", which was consistent with the scene in front of him.

After a long while, he finally spoke and responded in a low voice: "Yes, I think so."

If that were the case, that would be great.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)