The King of Angels and Anderson

"What, you're not familiar with this part of the legend either? Okay."

Seeing Medici remain silent, Luther simply smiled, didn't press further, and continued reading.

"Some of the Ancient God perished in their struggles with each other, while others were Deprivation of their authority after the awakening of the Almighty who created everything."

Has the Creator awakened again and reclaimed the authority of the Ancient God?

Luther was somewhat surprised. Then he noticed that this part of the record had been marked with the symbol "[Sun]", indicating that the first part was a creation myth and the second part was the actual history that City of Silver had experienced.

Did City of Silver witness the Creator's resurrection?

Inside his body, Medici seemed to adjust his posture slightly—this guy was also listening intently to what he was reading.

"Medici, as Angel, have you ever followed the Creator? Was it the Oldest One, or the One who awakened?"

Luther asked with a smile.

In those Frenzy Illusion, he had seen Medici conspiring with some great beings of extraordinary status, who were very likely also Angel.

"Where did you get these things?"

Medici spoke up, but instead of answering his question, he questioned him in return.

The records in the City of Silver's ancient texts seemed to have shaken the Red Angel's resolve.

Answer my question first.

Luther touched the stack of Parchment and said.

"The one who has awakened."

Medici answered. Although it was only a few short words, it clearly conveyed some information to him.

"That guy is amazing. He killed Ancient God and even reclaimed his authority."

Luther smiled and then answered Medici's question, "These tomes of mine come from City of Silver, the 'Forsaken Land of the Gods.' How about it, does that name sound familiar?"

"City of Silver? I've only ever heard of the Kingdom of Silver."

Medici scoffed.

"It did indeed have this name before the catastrophe."

Luther said, "However, after that, their situation became very difficult, and they struggled to survive. Now only a small number of them are still alive, and the country has naturally become a city-state."

"Moreover, they still believe in that Creator to this day."

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Medici stopped scoffing and fell silent.

This guy's faith in that "Lord" is unwavering, even though he usually seems like a Pride and unrestrained Hunter.

Luther thought to himself, then lowered his head and flipped through the books again.

He read some more stories from the Mythological Era, but Medici didn't respond much. Gradually, he lost patience and began to concentrate entirely on reading the classics, until a certain term appeared.

"When the Lord that Created Everything, the Almighty, looks down upon this world, He is surrounded by many Angel. Among them, the leader of all Angel, the King of Angel closest to the throne of God, number eight. Two of these King of Angel are known as the 'Angel of Time' and the 'Angel of Fate.'"

"The King of Angel?"

Luther paused for a moment, "There are eight 'Ouroboros' in total, and Ouroboros is one of them? The other 'Angel of Time' are likely offspring of gods, Amon."

Ouroboros is a favorite of the True Creator!

This is beyond doubt, because His Honorific Name contains the description "the favored one of the True Creator"!

Did Ouroboros change his faith, abandoning his Creator to worship an evil god, or did his faith never change, but rather the Creator Degeneration?

Luther suppressed his trembling and took a deep breath.

"Medici, have you managed to get the position of King of Angel yet?"

He smiled casually, trying to extract some information from the Red Angel.

Unfortunately, the other party ignored him.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Luther pressed on, "You're so devout to that Lord, hasn't He given you any official status?"

Medici remained silent.

"Medici, what is the relationship between the awakened Creator and the True Creator?"

Luther's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Why do I have a feeling that the evil god is Him after His Degeneration?"

"Shut up."

Medici couldn't help himself and said softly.

"How pathetic. Even a great Lord couldn't control himself, Degeneration to this state. You, an Angel, seem utterly indifferent."

Luther continued, "He deliberately provoked Medici, trying to stir up his emotions in this way."

"Puff!"

He suddenly swayed, and then cracks appeared on his body, spurting out deep red, almost rusty blood.

"Looks like I've hit a nerve."

Despite the pain, Luther smiled and said.

Although they were partners, he didn't mind treating Medici this way, given that they both had terrible personalities.

While he was suffering from the cowardly part of his split personality, Medici had been mocking him relentlessly, so now he was simply retaliating.

Do not question the Lord in my presence.

Medici said coldly.

"Is that so, even though He has fallen to the status of an evil god?"

Luther didn't care, even though he was covered in blood. Just as he was about to provoke the Red Angel again, the Captain's Cabin's cabin door creaked open from the outside.

"Captain, I have something to say to you. Good heavens!"

Anderson walked in and spoke, seemingly preoccupied. When he saw Luther covered in blood, he was startled.

"Calm down, I'm fine."

Luther casually waved his hand, putting away the Parchment and healing his own wounds. He sat back down in the captain's seat and looked at Anderson, saying, "What's wrong?"

I'm hiding something from you.

Anderson carefully examined Luther, and only spoke again after confirming that he was alright.

"Our relationship wasn't this close before, but now that I'm your first mate, it wouldn't be right not to say it soon," he said after a brief pause, finally steeling himself and saying, "Actually, I'm from the Church of Knowledge."

After saying that, he breathed a sigh of relief, but then looked at Luther with some nervousness.

"I see, I knew it."

But Luther didn't seem surprised or angry as he had expected; instead, he simply nodded.

Aren't you surprised?

Anderson himself was somewhat surprised.

"Your knowledge of occultism is quite extensive, as if you've studied it for a long time. I've already guessed that you might have connections to certain organizations."

Luther nodded. He had personally supervised Anderson's Sacrificial Ritual for Mr. [Fool], and the guy's movements were very skilled, clearly indicating that he had undergone systematic training.

"Forehead"

Anderson felt as if he had been struck by lightning; all the words he had prepared were suddenly useless.

"Alright, tell me, why did you leave the Church of Knowledge?"

Seeing this, Luther took the initiative to start a conversation.

"Ahem, it's because that Church was just too oppressive; we had to attend classes every day," Anderson answered frankly. "I simply couldn't take it anymore."

According to him, after communicating with the bishop, he left the Church in a semi-detached manner and came to the free sea, becoming one of the Church of Knowledge's forces at sea. In return, he would provide the Church with intelligence or assistance from time to time.

"Of course, Captain, you don't need to worry that I will betray you to the Church of Knowledge."

He was making jokes that weren't funny at all.

Even if you betray me, I'm not worried.

Luther thought about it, but simply nodded and said, "Understood."

"And what about you, Captain?"

Anderson then asked, "And what force is behind you?"

I?

Luther was taken aback.