Chapter 244: Information from the Evil Spirit

Chapter 244: Information from the Evil Spirit

Sequence 0, Red Priest… Which pathway’s Sequence 0 is this?

I’ve learned another true name of a Sequence 0… of course, provided that the evil spirit isn’t lying…

It said that the holder of the Red Priest card, because of a certain level of attraction, found the underground ruins of the Tudor family and ended up dying inside that room… This should be the law of convergence for Beyonder characteristics within the same pathway, right? No. Emperor Roselle seemed to have mentioned that, after advancing to High Sequence, holding the corresponding Card of Blasphemy allowed one to subtly sense the Beyonder materials needed later… In other words, inside the room sealing the evil spirit lies a demigod-level characteristic of the Red Priest pathway… Perhaps the evil spirit had been a demigod of that pathway in life, or even stronger…

Mm… the subtle sensing provided by a Card of Blasphemy is probably based on the law of convergence…

Many thoughts flashed through Klein’s mind in an instant. He subconsciously turned his head to glance at Sharron, observing her reaction to judge whether she knew about Cards of Blasphemy and understood the meaning of Sequence 0.

However, Sharron’s face, pale to the point of near translucence, showed not the slightest change in expression, as though what the evil spirit had displayed was merely an ordinary tarot card.

Yet that, in turn, explained something. Every Beyonder, upon first hearing of Sequence 0, would unconsciously ponder what it represented… Perhaps only Beyonders of the Spectator pathway could see Miss Sharron’s subtle body language… Klein sighed inwardly.

Seeing both of them remain silent, the evil spirit looked deeply at Klein and slowly made the projection of the Card of Blasphemy vanish from his hand.

It once more turned its bloodshot eyes toward Sharron and laughed in a hoarse voice.

“If you are unwilling to become a demigod of the Mutant pathway, I can provide the Sequence 4 potion formula of the Abyss pathway. Restrained desires and displayed malice have always been quite compatible, have they not?”

Sharron ignored the evil spirit’s rhetorical question. At an unhurried pace, she turned her head to look at Klein, signaling for him to respond.

From the evil spirit’s meaning, the Mutant pathway and the Abyss pathway can be interchanged at High Sequence as neighboring pathways… The Rose School of Thought and the Blood Sanctify Sect’s outer manifestations indeed are rather similar… After thinking for two seconds, Klein looked at “Rafter Pound,” whose face was smeared with blood, and said, “Then how should your seal be released?”

The evil spirit laughed and said, “It is very simple. Find direct descendants of the Sauron, Einhorn, and Medici families, obtain ten milliliters of blood from each of them—slightly more is acceptable, but it cannot be less.

“Then mix them with holy water and sprinkle the result into the room where I am.

“With that, the seal will be broken.”

A very simple, very strange method. Even in the domain of mysticism, this is rarely seen… Why must they be direct descendants of the Sauron, Einhorn, and Medici families? I have never heard of the last one. Sauron is the former royal family of Intis, and Einhorn is the imperial family of the Feysac Empire. Their common point is that they both once pledged loyalty to the Trunsoest Empire. They were angel families of the Fourth Epoch and among the final victors. But Loen’s Augustus family and Feysac’s Castiya family also meet those conditions… Right, the Sauron and Einhorn families have another common point: they control the Hunter pathway!

Is that why they were chosen? Uh… combining this with the earlier situation, the Hunter pathway equals the Red Priest pathway?

Klein hid his speculations in his heart and did not conceal his own doubts as he spoke.

“I know of the Sauron and Einhorn families, but I have never heard of the Medici family.”

“That is very normal. They always liked hiding in the shadows. They are corrupted angels. They once established an extremely secret organization.” The evil spirit laughed with contempt. “That organization is called Redemption Rose.”

That name sounds so familiar… Right. In the latest abandoned temple of the True Creator discovered by the City of Silver, similar words were written in the corner of a mural. They suspected it was the name of the city-state or the temple’s builders… Looking at it now, it marks an extremely secret organization founded by corrupted angels… Do they believe in the True Creator? What connection do they have with the Aurora Order? Klein pondered for a moment and said, “Related to the True Creator?”

The evil spirit fell silent for two seconds before asking in a low voice, “You know of Redemption Rose?”

“I heard it by chance.” Klein spoke the absolute truth.

The evil spirit thought about it, then suddenly laughed.

“You have even more secrets than I imagined.”

Can we not discuss this subject? Klein controlled himself and did not look at Sharron’s reaction, appearing calm and candid on the surface.

The evil spirit swept his gaze across the faces of the two of them and laughed once.

“Redemption Rose has an intimate connection to the birth of the True Creator. Certain fellows you absolutely cannot imagine were once members of Redemption Rose, though they later left the organization.

“As long as you can find organizations that believe in the True Creator and keep investigating, you will eventually come into contact with Redemption Rose.”

It sounds a little like the Twilight Hermit Order—one on the bright side, one on the dark side… Klein instinctively made a guess.

Seeing that the evil spirit had no intention of going deeper into Redemption Rose, he smiled and said, “Do you think people with our strength can accomplish such a thing?”

The evil spirit fell silent for several seconds before saying, “Perhaps you can go to Bansy Town and try your luck.”

“Bansy Town? Where is it?” Klein asked several questions in succession, but the evil spirit refused to reveal anything more.

Faced with this situation, Klein could only ask instead, “During the Fourth Epoch, were the Black Emperor, the Blood Emperor, and the Night Emperor fighting for the position of Sequence 0?”

Hearing this, the evil spirit was stunned for a moment, then immediately laughed.

“At one point, yes. Later, no. After Alista Tudor went mad, it was no longer so.”

“Alista Tudor was that Blood Emperor?” Klein sought confirmation.

The evil spirit nodded.

“Yes. There was and is only one Blood Emperor, and that was the madman Alista Tudor. Heh. The descendants of the Tudor family have all inherited that mad bloodline. Normally, they are sly, treacherous, careful, and cautious, but at critical moments, their heads easily grow hot and they pay no regard to consequences.” The evil spirit pointed at Rafter Pound’s face. “He is an example. However, after this lesson, he will certainly remain normal for a very long time… I wonder whether he is the last Tudor. Alista left behind many good things that require a descendant’s bloodline to open. You had best not kill him now.”

The evil spirit paused, then laughed softly.

“All right. Once you help me remove the seal, I will tell you about the stories I experienced. No, to describe it more accurately—the histories I experienced.”

At this point, Rafter Pound’s eyes abruptly lost focus.

His body twitched several times, then collapsed softly to the ground.

Sharron quietly looked at this scene, then suddenly took one step forward.

Whoosh!

Wind surged. The earth and stones on the ground moved one after another, falling into the tunnel and sealing its entrance.

After handling the aftermath, Klein and Sharron left Williams Street and, within the silent darkness, circled around to another district.

Once Klein had boarded a rental carriage, Sharron’s figure manifested and sat opposite him.

She stared at Klein without blinking and asked in an illusory, drifting voice, “Will you help it remove the seal?”

“No,” Klein answered without hesitation. Then he asked in return, “What about you?”

Sharron shook her head, indicating that she likewise would not.

Klein secretly breathed out in relief. Revealing a smile, he said, “It has already been dead for roughly two thousand years. What remains now is only a lingering evil spirit. Dissipating, or returning to the spirit world, is the ending it should receive. My thought is that, once we have reached High Sequence, we can work together to eliminate it and give it true release.”

Although the Red Priest card, the hidden history of the Fourth Epoch, and the various rewards promised by the evil spirit were all extremely tempting, Klein did not trust it in the slightest.

His mind kept recalling the evil spirit’s corpse, head lowered as it sat in a high-back chair, and the rotting face it revealed when it lifted its head.

Sharron gave an “Mm,” offering the necessary response.

Aren’t you supposed to ask why I’m so confident about becoming a High-Sequence powerhouse? Klein could not help muttering inwardly.

And the answer to that question was: people should be good at dreaming.

Klein no longer lingered on that subject and instead asked, “Is the Sequence 4 corresponding to Wraith truly Puppet?”

Sharron nodded once.

“Do you have the potion formula or Beyonder ingredients?” Klein asked thoughtfully.

Sharron shook her head.

Klein laughed softly.

“I will help you keep an eye out in my circles.”

In an unchanged tone, Sharron said, “Thank you.”

Klein glanced out the window and, after some thought, said, “I am about to go south for a vacation.”

At this point, he smiled just as he had when facing Lawyer Jurgen and said, “Let me say it in advance: Happy New Year to you and Maric.”

Sharron was silent for two seconds. She pressed her lips together and responded in a drifting voice, “Happy New Year.”

Her figure gradually faded and vanished from the carriage.

…

Looking at the little boy behind the altar and hearing his slightly hoarse, childish voice, Derrick felt as though he were facing the most terrifying monster. He nearly swung the Hurricane Axe in his hand.

According to his common sense, anything that could survive that long in pure darkness was absolutely not human. Even if it had once been human, it definitely would no longer be so after so long!

Demon Hunter Colin’s eyes seemed to brighten a little more. His grip tightened around the sword in his hand, and his voice remained calm as he asked, “What are you doing here?”

The yellow-haired little boy who called himself Jack answered with a somewhat pained expression, “We were looking for the Lord’s sanctuary.”

“The Lord’s sanctuary?” Colin pressed.

“Yes.” Little Jack turned his head and looked toward the pitch-black cross and the upside-down statue. “They told me that as long as we walked in the direction the Lord’s gaze was looking, and kept walking, we would reach His sanctuary.”

“They? You have companions?” Colin’s eyes rotated by themselves like those of some monster, sweeping the surrounding area fully into his field of vision. “Where are they?”

Hearing this question, Little Jack visibly froze.

Suddenly, he pressed a hand against his throat, his expression distorted amid blankness as he said, “I’m so hungry…

“So hungry…”