Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 505 Saslier
"Blood Emperor"?
Arista Tudor, who forcibly became a half-mad god by using three hunter-gatherer angels as materials.
Upon hearing the name, Lu Ze instinctively frowned. Recalling the emperor's mad actions, he felt an increasing sense of foreboding.

"What materials did you send to that ruin?"

"It contains mercury, iron ore, building materials, and various ceremonial herbs."

Chunas rambled on about many things, all mixed together without any discernible connection. Perhaps intentionally, this was to make it difficult to guess what was going on.

What are your methods for acquiring population data?

Lu Ze asked again, his eyes turning slightly cold when the topic came up.

“There was Kapin, a human trafficker from Backlund, followers of the Aurora Society, and natives of the Southern Continent and the Sunia Sea who were abducted by the Witch Cult,” Chunas answered, searching his memory. “Later, Kapin was killed, and the Aurora Society in Backlund was destroyed. Only the Witch Cult at sea could still provide a stable population.”

Yes, it's my fault for not cleaning it up properly.

Lu Ze calmly pressed on, "Do you know how the Witch Cult transports people? What are the specific channels and who are involved?"

"Tracy, the girl with a mental illness, and Connors Victor, the 'Mad Captain'."

Chunas replied.

Crazy Captain, huh?

Lu Ze remembered another name.

He questioned Chunas from various angles, attempting to piece together a concrete outline of the royal plan, but without success. He only gained more information, learning that Chunas had been promoted to Sequence 4 under the emperor's orders, and that the "Concerto of Light and Shadow" was a royal gift. Furthermore, the organizations cooperating with the royal family included the Witch Cult, the Aurora Society, and the Psychological Alchemy Society.

"Okay."

The prolonged interrogation had left Chunas somewhat listless, and since nothing new could be extracted from him, Luze opened his palm and once again absorbed him into his body.

"Medici, do you know something?"

He suddenly spoke, asking the evil spirit of the red angel.

The latter chuckled softly.

"Want to know? Then beg me."

He said it with a rather wicked sense of humor.

“I’ll throw Sofia Einhorn overboard right now.”

"Tch, go ahead and throw it. Don't think I didn't notice, you seem to have some connection with her."

Medici, hearing Luze's direct threat, remained dismissive, but his tone softened somewhat. "Alright, I'll mercifully remind you. Alistair has gone mad long ago; he's tried countless times for power and survival."

"Try what?"

Luze sensed something was wrong from His meaningful pause.

"Treat yourself to become a true god."

Medici laughed. "Of course, in the end, that bastard succeeded."

"Damn Tudor!"

"A maggot that's gone mad!"

Sauron and Einhorn, who hadn't appeared for a long time, also started cursing, and the three hunter angels were unusually united at this moment.

However, Lu Ze's expression gradually darkened after Medici spoke.

"You mean, that ruin might be the 'Blood Emperor's' attempt to become a god?"

He asked, his voice dry and cold.

Although Aristotle did not ultimately achieve godhood in this way, he left behind related relics. George III, having unearthed these relics, then considered using them to become a true god?
On the churning sea, Lu Ze felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Such strict secrecy and the alliance of multiple forces could very well be a means to create a true god in this fading era of mystery! As for the people who died in the plague and the slaves who were trafficked, they were merely stepping stones for this king to become a god.
"Are you ok?"

M observed his expression, walked over, and asked softly. She reached out a hand to Lu Ze, as if wanting to touch his forehead.

"fine."

Lu Ze pushed her arm away, refusing her offer of help.

No, it's too early to make a judgment. He told himself that the 'Blood Emperor's' relics might have another purpose, and not be a means to become a god. He should remain vigilant and wait until he meets with Klein to discuss it further.

Lu Ze regained some composure.

“There’s one more thing, Medici.”

He quickly recalled the other party's promise before the battle: "You promised me you would tell me the secrets of this sea. Now that I have brought Sofia Einhorn aboard, can you keep your promise?"

"can."

Medici laughed, his straightforward attitude even surprising Luze.

"Then you go ahead and tell me."

He composed himself and said.

And so, on this chaotic sea, Medici spoke softly. With a tone of longing tinged with detachment, He began to recount the legends of ancient times:

"In the glorious age, among the angels who surrounded the Creator, there was an angel of unique authority, whose power was often accompanied by the sound of illusory waves. His name was..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

“Sassriel”.

In the basement of a house in the Forsaken Land, Afternoon Town, Derrick, the "Sun," explores the area, looking at the inscriptions carved on the altar and struggling to make out a few words that are still legible.

He was cautious and didn't read it aloud, but silently read it in his mind:

"Dark Angel," Sasriel;

Ouro, the "Angel of Fate";

"Red Angel," Medici.
Urelius? I know, he is the angel king who worships the fallen creator. Medici, the "Red Angel," is also another angel king. So who is this "Dark Angel," Sasriel?
Derrick was both excited and terrified. He was about to look up and share his discovery with his teammates when he realized that he was all alone!
"A fool who doesn't belong to this era."

Fortunately, he remained calm. After confirming that he was being influenced by the altar's power, he immediately bowed his head and offered a prayer to the respected Mr. Fool.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

maritime.

Sasriel!

When he heard Medici say that name again, Lu Ze was stunned, and then his heart was in turmoil!

This sea, comes from the angel king who serves that creator? Why would something controlled by an angel king be bound to me? And what is my relationship with that angel?
Moreover, it remains to be seen how much of what this eccentric "Red Angel" says is true and how much is false.

"That King of Angels is also known as the Dark Angel."

Medici only said two sentences before abruptly stopping.

"Why did you stop talking?"

Lu Ze asked, "Is this all my payment is worth?"

"The knowledge that follows is not suitable for you to hear right now."

Medici smiled and replied, "Of course, if you insist on knowing, I can tell you."

It's the same old rhetoric again: taboo knowledge is harmful.
Lu Ze shook his head.

He decided not to argue with the other person anymore, and instead asked another question: "What is the King of Angels?"

"Those who surpass the ordinary Sequence 1 are the Angel Kings. Some of them possess two Sequence 1 characteristics, while others embody the uniqueness of this pathway."

"Medici said lazily."

"Uniqueness?"

Luze had heard the name "Blasphemy Card" before, but he didn't know the specific description.

"You just touched it."

(End of this chapter)