Red Evil Spirit
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As if sensing something, Luther suddenly looked down at Sophia Einhorn, who was lying on the ground.
She suffered a severe Mental Shock within the underground ruins and is currently unconscious.
The warm moonlight shone on her shoulders, which weren't covered by her dress, tinging a faint blush onto her fair, snow-white skin. Late October in Backlund was damp and cold, and her luxurious yet thin dress offered little warmth. In the cold wind, her brows furrowed slightly, making her appear pitiful.
However, Luther's attention was not on Sophia, but on a red phantom that had silently appeared beside her.
It was a blurry, indistinct shadow, its surface only showing a rough outline, as thin as the lowest level of Wraith. Yet Luther felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had seen something extremely dangerous.
His Spirituality intuition immediately alerted him; this phantom seemed to have a profound connection to the entity deep within that underground structure. However, since they were now far enough away from that structure, the influence it caused appeared to be negligible.
"Don't be nervous, what you see is not my true form."
The other person seemed to have guessed Luther's thoughts, and chuckled, saying, "It won't harm you."
"Brush!"
Luther took a step back and drew Revolver from his pocket with his right hand.
Under his wary gaze, the illusory figure crouched down and tried to touch the unconscious Sophia. Blood Tears and tears still clung to her face. The illusory figure's fingers touched the bloodstains, but only passed through her delicate face without touching anything.
"What a pity about the precious Einhorn Family bloodline."
The other person muttered to themselves, "However, at least I can use this blood to temporarily project my image out of the seal."
What does that mean? This guy has connections to the Einhorn Family?
Luther speculated in his mind, but he didn't completely believe what he was saying.
The illusory figure sighed for a moment, then raised its head and turned its gaze to him.
The red phantom stared at Luther for a long time.
There's a familiar scent about you.
Although the other person's face was just a blurry blur, for some reason, Luther felt that he saw a hint of nostalgia and sadness on that face.
"It's actually a sober Shepherd; how long has it been since I've seen one...?"
The crimson phantom murmured softly, as if in a dream, "Thousands of years?"
Besides me, has this guy ever seen any other sober Shepherd?
And it was thousands of years ago?
Luther's eyebrows twitched involuntarily. He hadn't forgotten the strange scene he'd just witnessed in his Illusion —a handsome and powerful red-haired man galloping across Primordial Era battlefield, receiving the prayers of countless ancestors. He couldn't even tell whether it was a hallucination in his mind or some ancient memory etched deep within his soul.
If those images are real, then the being before us might even originate from the Mythological Era.
He couldn't suppress this crazy idea.
"Sober Shepherd, I ask you, do you still believe in the Lord?"
The red phantom asked Luther Ze.
Bei Luther looked at the other person cautiously, without answering. He wasn't sure which person the other person was referring to.
The Holy Bible of the Seven Gods all record similar creation myths. The Creator returned from chaos, and his body transformed into all things in the world, including even the Seven Gods. Although Luther knew that most of the contents of the so-called Holy Bible were just to deceive believers, there might be some hidden truths within them.
Faced with this strange being from an unknown era, he was unsure which "master" the other referred to— the Original Creator, the evil god at the pinnacle of the Secrets Suppliant, the True Creator, or some other master hidden within history?
"No answer. It seems you don't have any faith."
The red phantom said regretfully.
"Who are you?"
Luther finally spoke cautiously.
"If I said I was just an innocent person caught up in the accident and sealed away, would you believe me?"
The other person chuckled and asked in return.
Luther shook his head.
His terrifying experience underground convinced him that this guy was extremely dangerous and could not possibly be a benevolent being.
Moreover, he sensed the intense resentment of the deceased there. The deceased may have died thousands of years ago, and over the years transformed into a dangerous Wraith, or even a terrifying evil spirit. Such Distortion and horrifying being would only harbor extreme malice towards living beings.
"La-"
Just then, a bloody gash suddenly tore open on one side of the red phantom's cheek, turning into a mouth.
That mouth spoke.
"Idiot, don't waste your time."
"Okay."
The other cheek was also torn.
"Medici, get to the point. Have you been dead for too long and turned into an idiot?"
The tear also made a sound, a sound filled with mockery.
Oh my god...
Luther looked at the horrifying scene before him, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Alright, you two good-for-nothings, quiet down, quiet down."
The crimson phantom chuckled, tracing the bloodstains across its cheeks with its fingers, which then healed. "When you were alive, you were no match for me. Now that you're dead, you'd better behave yourselves. Don't interfere with me. After all, as you said, time is running out."
After suppressing the two voices, the red phantom looked at Luther.
"I'm short on time, so I won't say much more. Could you do me a favor?"
"What you up to?"
"I want your help to break the seal and escape from this underground prison," the red phantom said. "I died because of someone's ambition and have been Spirit Body for thousands of years. Now I desire freedom."
"You must be Sequence 5 Shepherd, right? If you release me, I'm willing to promise to help you obtain the Potion materials for the Sequence 4 'Black Knight' of the Secrets Suppliant Pathway and assist you in completing the Ritual. I can even Grazing to temporarily become your 'Lamb'... If you can Grazing a Spirit Body of my level, your strength will far surpass that of other Shepherd."
The other party spoke in a seductive tone.
It's absolutely a scam.
Luther remained expressionless, calmly gazing at the other person.
At the edge of his vision, Ms. M's phantom reappeared. She held a finger to her rosy lips. Was she reminding him not to believe, or telling him not to speak?
"Then, how can I break your seal?"
Luther asked.
The red evil spirit chuckled softly.
"It's simple. Find the direct descendants of the Sauron, Einhorn, and Medici Family, and obtain at least 10 milliliters of blood from each. Then mix the blood with holy water and sprinkle it into the room where I am. That will break the seal."
"Of course, since you are the Shepherd, there's an even simpler method that suits you. Simply Grazing me, let me enter your body. That way, I can also break free of the seal and escape the cage."