Chapter 87: Distribution

Chapter 87: Distribution

The erupted golden radiance fell away. Karaman, the Witch King who had lived for more than a thousand years, collapsed in pieces at the entrance of the Church of Evernight. Every fragment was shriveled and charred, without the slightest trace of blood remaining.

From within his black robe, now burned to ash, something dropped out.

It was a normal-sized palm. Its skin had a nonhuman texture and a rather dim luster. Its five fingers were slender, while bone and flesh were evenly proportioned.

If he had not seen it in a situation like this, Emlyn would definitely have assumed the hand belonged to some exquisite life-sized doll.

One of the other heads carried by Reinette Tinekerr swung forward and swiftly bit down on the hand.

At the same time, Sharron’s figure turned illusory and entered the remnants of Witch King Karaman, accelerating the separation of his Beyonder characteristic.

Emlyn steadied himself. He glanced once at the Gate of Summoning created by Lilith’s Ring as it dissolved, and his body abruptly turned into a hazy beam of moonlight.

That crimson moonlight immediately shattered, splitting into countless fragments of light.

Bright, bewitching red scales swam through the area shrouded by moonlight, reassembling beside Karaman’s remains into Emlyn White, dressed in formalwear and a bow tie.

He did not look at the Beyonder characteristic currently separating. Instead, he dismissed the Unshadowed Crucifix, bent down, and used his left palm, still wearing the black velvet glove, to pick up the glass-orb-like Pure White Sight that he had thrown over earlier.

His other hand shook Leymano’s Travels, making the magic book flip to one of its pages. The symbols and mysterious patterns drawn upon it all belonged to Travel.

Emlyn’s figure then turned transparent and vanished from the scene.

According to the plan, he was to leave first after the operation ended, so as not to interfere with Sharron and the others as they cleaned up the battlefield and erased traces. After all, he was the weakest one present. He had fought entirely by relying on sealed artifacts and mystical items, and had already consumed a great deal of strength.

As for the spoils, they would be divided after they returned to Backlund.

In that regard, Emlyn fully trusted Gehrman Sparrow’s promise and the Rose School of Thought temperance faction’s credibility.

After Teleporting back to an empty house in Backlund, he immediately threw down Leymano’s Travels, took out the bronze box inlaid with multiple rubies, and placed the Pure White Sight inside.

Only after finishing that did Emlyn have the energy to remove the glove from his left hand. He saw that blisters covered his fingers, swollen and distended one after another.

With the Sanguine’s recovery ability, wounds of that degree should have healed long ago, yet in reality, they had not improved at all.

“The burns from Pure White Sight will take at least seven days.” Emlyn took out ointment stored inside a soft metal tube, squeezed some out, and spread it over the wounds.

The pain, which stabbed all the way into his soul, was immediately covered by a cool sensation. Emlyn slowly breathed out, seeming finally to come back to life.

Just now, he had relied on enormous willpower to restrain himself from throwing the Pure White Sight directly onto the ground. Once that sealed artifact left its holder’s control, it would spontaneously absorb the surrounding light and emit radiance that purified all things. For a Sanguine, it was an excellent way to commit suicide.

Next, Emlyn took out a bottle of his own blood, drawn in advance, and smeared it across the surface of Leymano’s Travels. Then he drank another bottle of blood to ease the thirst for blood brought by Lilith’s Ring.

After this series of actions, he finally neutralized the negative effects brought by the sealed artifacts on his body.

Only then did Emlyn have the leisure to recall the accident that had appeared during the battle.

The Gate of Summoning projected by Lilith’s Ring had failed to summon a creature from the depths of the spirit world. Instead, it had brought a strange moon.

That moon had simply hung there behind the Gate of Summoning, quietly illuminating Witch King Karaman and suppressing many of his Beyonder powers belonging to the Moon domain.

If not for that change, even if Lilith’s Ring had summoned a saint-level spirit world creature, it would not have allowed the battle to end so quickly. Perhaps they would have had to wait for that angel of the Rose School of Thought temperance faction to descend before they could obtain an overwhelming advantage.

A moon touched with silver-white… Could it have been the Ancestor’s help? As that thought turned in Emlyn’s mind, he formed a corresponding guess.

It matched his identity as the Sanguine savior personally chosen by the Ancestor.

After seriously considering it, Emlyn had no more doubts about that guess. But unlike before, he was not all that excited or thrilled.

After truly witnessing a battle at the demigod level, and after truly confirming that he would shoulder such an important responsibility, he felt no pride at all. His heart was heavy, filled entirely with pressure.

Whew… After several seconds, Emlyn opened his mouth and murmured, “I am the Sanguine’s savior.”

When he said those words, his expression was exceptionally grave, carrying a trace of solemnity and not the slightest hesitation.

…

Inside the house where Emlyn had previously met Maric and Sharron.

This Sanguine saw the young lady, who looked like a perfect doll, take out two items. He heard her somewhat drifting voice say, “According to our agreement, we will take only one item. These are all the rest.”

The two items were, respectively:

A gemstone as large as a fist, seemingly condensed from thick blood. It emitted crimson radiance, like a miniature red moon.

And an exquisite male doll wearing a dark-red formal suit inlaid with golden patterns. Where its eyes should have been, there were only two black holes.

The Witch King Beyonder characteristic… the Pupil-less General… Emlyn nodded and saw the two items appear to gain life, flying toward him by themselves.

He had just reached out to receive them when he heard Miss Sharron add, “The Witch King Beyonder characteristic contains some peculiar residual pollution. Not even the Unshadowed Spear was able to purify it.”

Meaning, I need to find an angel to shatter it and remove the pollution? Emlyn completely understood what Sharron meant. He nodded gently and said, “I understand how to handle it.”

Sharron, wearing a small black soft hat, then floated up, lifted her skirt in an illusory curtsey, and bowed.

“Thank you for your help.”

“Likewise.” Emlyn removed his hat and bowed in return.

…

Above the grayish-white fog, inside the ancient palace.

Klein looked at the wisps of black gas spreading out from his body. He shook his head and sighed.

“To think I was cursed by the Abomination without realizing it… or perhaps it was the projection of the Chained God…

“And that was with a historical projection between us…

“If this were any saint without Sefirah Castle, they might suddenly die after believing themselves safe.”

As for Miss Messenger, since she was a true angel, and since she had been separated by a historical projection as well, Klein was not especially worried.

After the black gas dissipated, Klein waited for a while. He soon received The Moon Emlyn’s sacrificed items, along with a request for Mr. Fool to help purify the Witch King Beyonder characteristic.

Strange pollution… Does it come from the Mother Tree of Desire, or from the Primordial Moon? Klein picked up the miniature red moon and examined it carefully for several seconds.

During the process, he remained highly guarded, prepared at any moment to mobilize the power of Sefirah Castle.

If he did not already possess the status of an angel here, he would not have agreed to let Emlyn sacrifice this characteristic. Instead, he would have chosen to directly descend power at the level of Sequence 2, shattering the characteristic from afar and separating the pollution.

Back when Klein had encountered the werewolf Beyonder characteristic touched only slightly by the Mother Tree of Desire’s influence, he had not even dared to divine it. He had hurriedly resold it instead.

After scrutinizing it seriously, Klein pressed downward with his right hand, bringing a tremor to the entire mysterious space.

With a crack, that miniature red moon shattered, splitting into tiny crimson points of light.

Among those points of light, a small amount of red mist steamed upward and finally condensed into a drop of fresh, living blood.

Then the crimson points of light reassembled, constantly condensing until they once again became that miniature red moon. Compared with before, however, it seemed clearer and purer.

Klein manifested a false hand, picked up the seemingly fresh drop of blood, and discovered that it contained vigorous life force.

“It hasn’t reached the angel level, but it’s still somewhat strange… It seems to be something that received an evil god’s blessing…” Klein cut off all invisible connections extending from the blood in his hand, then brought over a paper figurine and experimentally pressed the blood onto it.

The instant the blood touched the paper figurine, it seeped inside. In the next second, the paper figurine’s belly bulged bizarrely, then exploded.

As that paper figurine was torn to pieces, a new paper figurine, faintly crimson, crawled out from its belly. Indistinctly, facial features seemed to be forming.

The power of reproduction… Klein’s brows furrowed slightly. He thrust his right hand forward, turning the newborn paper figurine directly into powder.

That small amount of blood-colored mist spread out again and condensed back into a drop of blood.

Its traits and spirituality have only declined slightly… It would take at least a hundred transfers for it to be completely degraded… Klein soundlessly made his assessment. Then he gathered the power of Sefirah Castle and sealed the drop of blood layer upon layer.

He then lifted his head and cast his gaze toward the male doll on the mottled long table.

The palm-sized doll in formalwear was lying prostrate, completely afraid to lift its head.

If it has living traits, it is easy to deal with… Klein chuckled softly and moved the sealed drop of blood toward the doll called the Pupil-less General.

The Pupil-less General pushed itself up with all four limbs and retreated repeatedly.

After stopping, it pressed its forehead tightly against the tabletop and emitted a noise-like sound that humans could not understand.

“Expressing submission? Very good…” Klein smiled in response and casually ordered, “Show me your abilities.”

After a round of demonstration, he confirmed that the Pupil-less General could possess targets, affect nonliving objects, and initially control mystical items that no one was holding or injecting spirituality into.

That latter ability may be very useful at certain times… Klein nodded faintly, beckoned over a box, and had the Pupil-less General jump inside by itself.

After carefully sealing it, Klein threw the box together with that drop of blood into the pile of miscellaneous items, allowing them to become familiar with the place where they would live in the future as soon as possible.

As for the negative effects of the Pupil-less General, Klein believed those could all be resolved normally and amicably through friendly negotiation.