Trensoost's Complete Fall

Half an hour before Medici drank the "Conqueror" Potion, Hobart sat atop a mountain south of Caesar Port, gazing out at the distant harbor.

Beverly and Raymond, both wearing jade pendants of the same "Order Crystal" design, arrived first. Then came Sharon, the exquisitely featured "Ancient Evil," and the solemn Christine. Last to arrive was Olmer, the Sanguine duke.

Hobart had originally intended to ask Old Huang to lend a hand, but since the Pale Empress had already been killed by the Goddess of the Night, there was no need to invite another Sequence 1.

The five Angels silently looked toward Caesar Port, waiting for Hobart's command.

At that moment, Trensoost's figure suddenly appeared in the air not far away. He smiled. "I think we should have one final talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," Hobart said coldly. "The moment you planned to resurrect within your own descendant's body, there was nothing left for us to discuss."

Trensoost maintained his smile. "Don't be so absolute. Although all the Orthodox God Churches support you, there are many, many existences in this universe stronger than the Orthodox Gods."

Hobart mocked, "Do you find it so honorable to be an Outer Deity's lackey?"

"You forced me into this," Trensoost said.

Hobart finally stood. "You're just comforting yourself! Every time, you say you want to talk, yet you never show the slightest sincerity.

"And you make it sound as though I drove you into a dead end and refuse to let you go."

"I have to admit, you are quite an eloquent 'Lawyer,'" Trensoost said with a smile. "You don't think I made no preparations during this time, do you?"

As he spoke, a clump of sticky hair appeared in his hand. After he infused it with spirituality, every strand stood upright and connected