A Sigh

"Sizzle."

The Dragon's corpse was embedded in the deep crater created by its fall, and the intense heat caused smoke to rise from the crater's edges. Although it was dead, its enormous body and the oppressive aura it exuded still instilled a deep-seated fear in all Wisdom beings.

The black knight who killed it was clearly even more terrifying.

The crowd around him lowered their heads instinctively, not daring to overstep their bounds.

"Ha--"

Just then, a black cat swiftly leaped over the prostrating crowd, over the exhausted Anderson, and over the knight who resembled the Death, running straight to the Dragon's enormous head.

"Bang! Bang!"

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the black cat first sniffed the Dragon's head, then raised its front paw and slapped the Dragon's head hard!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

This cat is incredibly audacious!

"Don't be ridiculous, it's long dead."

Luther said to Luna, his tone somewhat helpless.

Meow~

Once she was sure the Dragon was completely still, the black cat Luna turned and ran back to Luther's feet, affectionately rubbing her body against his leg armor as if protecting him.

Luther removed the black armor covering his body, bent down, and scooped Luna up.

He looked down at the Dragon's corpse.

"Aren't you going to let him Grazing?"

Anderson, clutching his arm, limped over and asked.

The value of a Demigod- level Lamb is self-evident. Although Luther could use the authority of that Ocean to realize the corresponding power, activating "Grazing" was obviously more convenient and easier.

Grazing [Gluttony] is perfectly reasonable.

So Luther raised his hand and opened his palm towards the corpse.

"Whoosh"

Without warning, a faint, Phantom Tide echoed in his mind. At the same moment the sound of the Tide arose, Luther suddenly realized that someone seemed to be watching him from behind.

That gaze was calm and indifferent, devoid of any human emotion.

Who?!

A chilling shiver ran down his spine and exploded in his head. Luther immediately turned around, withdrew his hand, and looked behind him. But all he saw was a terrified crowd; he didn't see the person who had been spying on him.

The sound of the Tide receded automatically, and the feeling of being spied on had long since disappeared.

"What's wrong?"

Anderson was startled by his action.

"Buzz!"

Luther didn't answer, but instead activated his ability, causing his eyes to glow with a golden light. He carefully examined his surroundings, but still found nothing.

Did you see that?

He spoke urgently to the void beside him.

"What do you see?"

M revealed himself, tilting his head as he asked.

Didn't she notice?

Luther could feel his heart pounding fiercely. The gaze he had just received wasn't particularly oppressive, yet it had instilled a deep sense of danger in him, as if it were a powerful warning from his very Spirituality instincts.

But at this moment, that gaze had vanished, as if it had all been just his imagination.

Am I overthinking it?

Of course not!

Someone must be spying on me, trying to harm me!

Luther thought coldly. If he weren't in such a bad state right now, and if his opponent's strength and position weren't unclear, he would have already launched an attack!

He checked the surroundings several times before remaining vigilant, slowly withdrawing his gaze back to the corpse of [Gluttony]. The creature's soul was dissipating rapidly; if he didn't hurry to Grazing, he would be too late.

But Luther began to hesitate.

He suddenly felt that the timing of this guy's appearance was far too coincidental.

He had just been promoted and had just arrived at the nearest island when this man appeared on his own initiative. His own abilities happened to be countered by his own, as if he had been specially sent here for him to Grazing.

Things that are free are often the most expensive.

Considering Gluttony's terrified transformation before his death, it seems to hint at the fact that he was framed. Perhaps some strange "influence" was added to his soul, which could have dangerous consequences when he comes into contact with his own soul.

--Let's hear what [Gluttony] has to say first!

"Call!"

Luther spread his hands, creating a cold wind that forcibly extracted [Gluttony's] soul. He intended to use "Spirit Channeling abilities" to communicate with [Gluttony] and figure out what the problem was!

"Well"

Just then, it seemed as if someone sighed from the depths of the crowd. At the far end of the crowd, a figure dressed in a white clergyman's robe turned and left, the white hem of his robe flashing past the wall.

"Bang!"

The next instant, the [Gluttony] soul in Luther's hand exploded and was completely annihilated.

Who is it?

Even Anderson noticed something was wrong. He tried to squeeze out his Spirituality to create fireballs around himself.

"Put it away."

Luther shook his head. "That guy's already gone."

This time, the Spirituality provided more specific feedback; it seemed that the being that was spying on me had left.

Sure enough, [Gluttony] was something the other party had delivered to me.

He felt a chill run down his spine. How could someone Demigod be so easily abandoned?

Silence reigned all around. People didn't know what Luther was up to, but they dared not make any moves. They could only endure and wait for him to deal with them—the pressure from Demigod was truly terrifying.

Luther wasn't sure if the being had truly left, or if it was still watching him from somewhere. But he couldn't just do nothing for it. So, with some caution, he stepped forward to the person who appeared to be the highest-ranking among those present—the bishop of the local Church of Storms.

"Was this manhunt organized by you?"

His eyes flashed with gold as he asked directly.

"No, this person is the one in charge."

The bishop answered cooperatively, pointing to the unconscious Chief Secretary Carter not far away, a distinct stench emanating from the respectable gentleman.

Luther looked at him with his golden eyes.

"Ah!"

Carter, who had been unconscious, slowly awoke. When he saw Luther approaching, he couldn't help but let out a piercing scream, "Blood Bishop! Blood Bishop!"

"Quiet."

Luther, feeling a bit of a headache from the noise, activated Hypnosis and took control of Carter. He quickly reviewed the other's memories and found that they had been altered, with no recollection of anything related to [Gluttony].

The "Spectator" Pathway is really annoying.

He shook his head and then turned to the bishop beside him.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"This morning, before launching the attack, I sent a telegram to Bayam, reporting Your Excellency Kottman the suspected presence of the [Blood Bishop] on Toscarter Island. According to the reply, Your Excellency Kottman has already departed."

"The Cardinal of the Rorsted Sea Kottman?"

Anderson nearly jumped up in shock upon hearing the name. "Oh no!" "Sea King" was on his way!