Old Man

"Honestly, young people these days are so reckless. They actually planned to shout that guy's name right there in his grave. It's really frightening for the old man."

Soroa, who had been attacked earlier and was presumed dead, calmly stood up and complained.

His tone was no different from before, but his manner of speaking had changed, transforming him from a gentle and polite gentleman into a nagging Old Man.

Yes, Old Man. The kind of Old Man who's gotten a bit older and likes to give unsolicited advice and guidance to young people, the kind of Old Man whose intentions are good, but who always makes people feel uncomfortable while they're grateful.

Was this guy like that just now?

It can only be said that this tone of voice contrasted sharply with his appearance, making Luther feel a strong sense of unease. Luther didn't see what method he used, but the female Demigod suddenly became unable to move, clearly controlled by him with some kind of ability.

As for Luther himself, no thought of resistance could even arise in his mind, and the idea of calling out to Amon had completely vanished.

This guy looks even more powerful than Demigod!

Is it Sequence 3 or Sequence 2? It can't be Sequence 1, right?

Thinking of this, Luther couldn't help but glance at Sharron on the ground, and found that she was equally bewildered.

They initially thought it was just an ordinary exploration team, but they never expected that everyone in it was a powerful individual, Sequence 4 Demigod and even more mysterious beings above that level, all gathered in this small team.

Sharron, you're so lucky!

Luther thought to himself, and at the same time felt a heavy weight on his heart. If he still had a chance to fight to the death at Sequence 4, then if an existence higher than that Sequence appeared, he would really be helpless.

Unless we can get him out to sea.

While Luther was processing his thoughts, the female Demigod was also communicating with Soroa.

"Who are you! How did you do that!"

She panicked, like a puppy being held up in someone's hand.

"You're a descendant of Jacob's family? The lineage has been broken down so much, you didn't even notice anything when you heard my name?"

Soroa simply shook his head, looking quite moved. In just a moment, he had taken control of the entire situation. It made one wonder why he had pretended to be dead for so long.

After sighing a few times, he reached out and pressed his hand against the female Demigod.

"Bang!"

"Ah--"

With a piercing scream from the woman, the Demigod's body suddenly turned into Blood Fog. From within the Blood Fog, something tiny seemed to shoot out, fleeing away from the tomb passage, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"Um?"

Luther shuddered, feeling something invisible return to his body. The previously restless Lamb immediately quieted down and obediently shrank back into their respective Slot.

With that Demigod defeated, his "Grazing" ability returned!

Luther was both happy and worried. The good news was that he had regained his most powerful ability, but the bad news was that this "Soroa" could easily turn a Demigod into Blood Fog, so his own strength was only more terrifying.

"For Jacob's sake, I won't kill you, I'll just teach you a lesson."

"Soroa said calmly. He opened his hand, stirred it in the Blood Fog, and picked up a strange, transparent worm. The worm was already dead and had twelve segments in its body."

"Call--"

When Soroa closed his right hand and opened it again, the insect had vanished. A satisfied expression appeared on his face, and he let out a long sigh.

"That's a pretty good reward."

He nodded in satisfaction.

Then, Soroa looked up and glanced at Luther and Sharron.

It's coming!

Luther tensed up, then heard the other person slowly speak, asking, "Young man, would you be willing to do me a favor?"

Help?

Luther was taken aback, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

You're already Sequence 4 or higher being, do you really need a Sequence 5 like me to help you?

"You're at such a high level, do you still need my help?"

That's what he thought, and that's why he asked the question.

"Hehe."

Soroa chuckled softly, gesturing to the burial chamber on the other side of the passageway, where candles still burned brightly. "Because the situation inside is a bit complicated."

Could you please explain?

Luther thought for a moment and then asked.

For some reason, the Old Man, despite his powerful tone, was surprisingly kind. He didn't suddenly attack and try to eliminate him like an insect; instead, he communicated with him amicably.

This in itself is a form of special treatment.

"Young man, how much do you know about this cemetery and the person buried here? Don't call him by his name!"

Soroa countered with a question.

"Um, I heard that the tomb's occupant was from a noble family of the Fourth Epoch."

Luther feigned ignorance, deliberately omitting the scenes he had witnessed in his Illusion.

As they talked, he walked to the other side of the tomb passage and helped Sharron up. Using Flesh and Blood Magic, he found that she didn't have any obvious external injuries, only that she seemed a little listless. This was probably because the Demigod hadn't had a chance to deal with her before Luther had drawn her attention.

"Great Nobles"

Soroa looked at Luther and smiled slightly. He seemed to have guessed that Luther was hiding something, but he didn't expose him. He simply said, "This family actually only has that one guy; the rest are all his Avatar. Just like this tomb, it's not his real burial place, but rather it's used for something else."

Luther had already guessed that the tomb was fake, but the idea that all the family members were the same person was a bit too sensational.

Goodness, what do these clones do all day? Play cards at home?

A similar thought flashed through his mind, and then Luther began to feel confused about how the Old Man had angered Soroa.

Why does this guy have such a deep understanding of the nobles of the Fourth Epoch? And judging from his strange strength, maybe this Old Man is also from the Fourth Epoch!

"So, the purpose of this tomb is..."

Luther suppressed the thoughts welling up in his mind and then asked.

"You'll find out later."

Soroa simply gave him a meaningful smile. "Alright, let's get back to the main topic."

He walked a few steps to the main burial chamber, facing the strange sight within. "I need you to enter this chamber and break its eerie state."

Let me go inside?

Is the intention to make me, like those creatures on the ground, rapidly lose my life force until I die of old age?

"Your Excellency, why don't you go yourself?"

"If I go, that guy will find out."

Oh, so after all that, you're afraid of Amon too.

Luther suddenly realized.