Chapter 254: Delayed Response

Chapter 254: Delayed Response

The iron-black coffin, covered in strange patterns, sat quietly at the center. In the air, hidden waves seemed to silently collide.

Emlyn White stood in the corner and, following the normal ritual process, lit the candles and began burning essential oils and the corresponding herbal powders.

A hazy, drifting atmosphere spread outward. Emlyn recalled the requirements for artificial sleepwalking, lowered his head, began meditating, and repeatedly recited the Fool’s honorific name.

“The Fool that does not belong to this era;

“The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

“The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.”

…

Amid the monotonous and rhythmic voice, Emlyn gradually entered a wondrous state. His body relaxed inwardly as though asleep, while his spirituality became lively and light, continuously spreading outward.

At that moment, he felt himself drifting upward without cease.

Inside the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein sat at the head of the long bronze table, his finger lightly tapping as he looked without expression at the ripples of light spreading beside him, appreciating the figure of the person praying.

Although it was very blurry, Klein recognized at a glance that the other party was the vampire Emlyn White.

Quite courageous. He’s shown the same decisiveness he has when buying dolls… Klein sighed inwardly and made no response.

Earlier, he had tried divining the Sanguine’s objective, but had failed to obtain any effective revelation. The only thing he could confirm was that it had nothing to do with the Aurora Order.

That left Klein quite curious, but he would not take risks because of curiosity and respond to Emlyn White when a High-Sequence Sanguine was hiding nearby.

He did not know whether the other party could seize a trace and, like Amon the Blasphemer, threaten the mysterious space above the gray fog. He also did not wish to confirm it, because Amon back then had only been an avatar, while the current high-ranking Sanguine was most likely the true body.

There is no need to take risks over something unimportant, no matter how much I want to know the Sanguine’s true goal… And it isn’t as though there is no other way… Looking at Emlyn White in the state of artificial sleepwalking, Klein smiled and said to himself, “I can delay the response…”

He planned to wait until tomorrow or the day after—until Emlyn White had left protection, until the Sanguine had given up on the matter—before suddenly responding!

But there was a prerequisite: first use divination to confirm the degree of risk.

…

“Tail Devourer… like that river?” Derrick Berg immediately formed a connection.

Demon Hunter Colin nodded gravely.

“Yes.

“This means we may have already stepped into a river connected head to tail, one from which we cannot leave.

“Fortunately, this should only be some power left behind by that Angel of Fate. He is not hidden here.”

No. It is not may have—we definitely did, and long ago… Derrick replied inwardly.

At that moment, Colin took out a dark-red metal vial, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down its contents.

His pale-blue eyes rapidly lightened, becoming suffused with silver. In the end, the pupils even became vertical, reflecting the figure of the little boy Jack.

Specks of silvery light like sparks erupted in his eyes, sometimes spiraling, sometimes colliding with unusual violence.

Clang!

Demon Hunter Colin first thrust the straight sword in his hand into the ground, then drew the other straight sword from his back and smeared it with oil as golden as sunlight.

The moment Little Jack discovered this movement, his expression changed, as though thick shadow had covered it.

Before he could open his mouth, Demon Hunter Colin moved. He drew the sword from the ground, leaving behind a blurred figure where he had stood.

Golden and silver-white light blazed, illuminating the entire underground hall. The radiance around Little Jack was the most…