Medici, Let's Cooperate

Thick fog blanketed the dark Square, where the two locked in a stalemate, each desperately trying to heal their broken bodies.

"Huff, huff"

Luther struggled to stimulate Flesh growth and reconnect the torn wounds. The black Greatsword left Corrosion damage at the wounds, hindering Flesh growth and greatly delaying his progress.

"Whoosh"

The Tide sound in my mind grew fainter and fainter; I probably couldn't hold on much longer.

Luther knew in his heart that the battle would not continue; the moment he was healed, the victor must be decided!

What should I do?

The Tide is about to recede, and unleashing the Blood River will only make it difficult to control, while other abilities and Beyonder Item are unlikely to have a decisive effect.

Unless it is --

"Medici, come out."

Luther thought to himself, "I know you're watching."

So what if you're watching?

Deep within him, the Red Angel's mocking voice echoed, "You're not planning to convince me to help you defeat this Black Knight, are you?"

"Is that not allowed?"

Luther stared intently at Leomaster opposite him, continuing his internal dialogue with Medici while his Flesh regenerated.

"Heh. Let me help you recall—the reason you wanted to kill this Black Knight was to use his Characteristic to create Potion for your advancement, making me your Lamb to the slaughter."

Medici's tone was mocking, as if he were comfortably stretching out in the Slot inside Luther's body. "Why would I build myself a grave?"

There were two other voices chuckling faintly; those were probably the evil spirits of Sauron and Einhorn.

Back in the Imperial Palace, the three of them were willing to lend Luther their power primarily to satisfy their own interests. In the current situation, however, helping Luther further would be utterly foolish.

"Because the situation is different now, I can cooperate with you."

Luther responded calmly, "If you're willing to lend me your power, I can keep you free so you won't be Grazing. If necessary, it's not impossible for me to help you resurrect."

In other words, even if they are promoted to Sequence 4, the two parties will maintain their current relationship!

"Heh. Even so, I still don't think it's worth it."

Medici refused without hesitation, "We're not in a symbiotic relationship. It's better if you die. I can leave your body directly and find another host."

He is long dead and is now an evil spirit. Luther, the Shepherd, is indeed physically strong, but the presence of that Tide negates that advantage!

"Oh? I don't think I'll die that easily."

Luther responded with a cold laugh.

Not to mention that Mr. A's "Scribe" Lamb was also Record three opportunities for "Travel" and could leave at any time, and he himself had some strange characteristics!

"The Tide within me are so powerful that even you, the so-called 'God of War,' would give them a wide berth," he said in a deep voice. "I guess even if I die, I'll be resurrected by its influence, right?"

I admire your naive imagination.

Medici chuckled softly.

Perhaps it was just Luther's wishful thinking, but he always felt that there was a hint of hesitation in the guy's contemptuous tone.

"I have more than just an amazing imagination."

Luther assumed his guess was true and continued, "I also hold grudges very much. If you hadn't helped me this time, I would have remembered it and would have taken revenge on you even more severely afterward. Every moment, I would use that Tide to wash over your body Spirit Body, ensuring you would never have peace."

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Medici remained silent and did not respond.

"Not only that, I already know the location of your bloodline— Binsy Town has now been renamed Bansy Harbor."

Luther continued, "Of course, as Angel, you probably don't care too much about your descendants; even if they were all wiped out, it wouldn't affect you much. However, I suspect that Bansy probably has a backup plan for your resurrection—I will notify the Three Great Churches to not only kill your descendants but also search them thoroughly, and preferably destroy the entire island."

If reasoning fails, he resorts to threats; Luther won't listen to morality!

"Enough!"

Medici said coldly, interrupting him from his next words.

"You are such a despicable and vicious wretch."

"That's what the Red Angel said softly."

"No, no, no, I'm far from being able to deal with you." Luther said dismissively, "Give me an answer in three seconds."

His injuries have mostly healed, and on the other side, Leomaster's coughing frequency has also decreased, and he is about to be completely cured!

"During this Travel, I want you to visit Bansy Harbor."

Medici didn't hesitate for a second before speaking.

The souls of Einhorn and Sauron did not protest His decision—perhaps they had reached some kind of tacit understanding in secret.

Perhaps I'm right; Bansy Harbor does indeed have a possibility of resurrection. At least, it might have something useful for their Spirit Body.

"Can!"

At this moment, Luther had no time to think further, and he readily agreed.

At the same time, the last trace of injury in his body was completely healed, and Leomaster opposite him suddenly stood up.

"Die!"

The "Saint of Darkness" roared, raising his jet-black Greatsword high, ready to bring Luther to his final punishment!

Then he saw the blasphemer opposite him calmly stand up straight and take out a second card from his pocket. That card also depicted Emperor Roselle, dressed in red priestly robes, driving a speeding the Chariot.

The second Card of Blasphemy, "The Red Priest"!

"Puff!"

Under Leomaster's incredulous gaze, Luther savagely plunged the card into his chest, brutally embracing it!

Red.

Deep red.

It wasn't the bright red of fresh blood, but something much heavier, as if mixed with rust and blackened by gunpowder smoke—it was this intense color that appeared on Luther's robe.

"The road is desolate, travelers have ceased their journeys, the wilderness is barren, and the forests are withered."

"The Lord says, 'I will rise up; I will unleash my wrath upon the Nations; I will destroy them and bring them to slaughter,' he declares the Lord."

Luther said softly.

His entire aura and imposing presence instantly rose, dispelling the thick fog and making the air seem to ignite!

"The slain will be abandoned, their corpses will stink, and the mountains will melt in their blood. All things on earth will be destroyed, their remains swirling up like withered leaves. For my sword has drunk its fill of blood in heaven; it will come down to the earth to execute Judgement."

Luther opened his right hand in prayer.

"Boom!"

A wisp of blazing white flame emerged from the cyan color and danced in his palm.

If Anderson were here, he would be utterly astonished. The color of Hunter's flame changes with their level, from crimson to orange, then to incandescent white, and finally to cyan. This means that Luther is at least at the Hunter Sequence 4 level!

"Shut up! You are not worthy to recite the Lord's scriptures!"

Leomaster sensed the opponent's increased rank, while his own condition worsened. He roared in Wrath and charged towards Luther!

The black Tide surged up along with his movements!

"It will never be extinguished day or night, its smoke will forever rise, it will surely become a wasteland for generations to come, and forever no one will ever pass by."

Flames transformed into a spear, and with the aid of the "Reaper" ability, Luther immediately spotted the Black Knight's weakness.

So he pulled his body back and threw the Flame Spear.

"Then you will know my name, my wrath!"