The Blood Pirates!
Even if you don't tell me, I can guess what's going on.
Medici sneered, "Every Monday afternoon, you call out your alternate personality and let it manipulate your mind. Then at a fixed time, a part of your Consciousness leaves your body, seemingly going somewhere."
He has been inside Luther's body for a long time and must have discovered this pattern.
"Wow, so clever, so amazing! As expected of Her Your Excellency the Red Angel, to have even noticed something like this." Luther praised Him sarcastically, "Since you're unwilling to answer and don't want this vial of blood, then forget it."
After saying that, he walked to the window and made a gesture as if to throw the vial of blood into the sea.
"Stop! I didn't say I didn't want it anymore."
Medici stated bluntly, "I don't know where you heard that Sasrir was tempted, but the truth is, He Himself was one of the founders of the Rose Redemption."
In other words, the Rose Redemption founded by those King of Angel was an organization that betrayed the Creator of the City of Silver? Judging from the outcome, they seemed to have succeeded, leading to the latter's demise and the arrival of Catastrophe. Is this how the Forsaken Land of the Gods was destroyed?
However, one question remains.
That was Medici's attitude toward the Creator.
Luther sensed more than once that He truly cared deeply for the Creator, not only holding Him in awe but also cherishing the memory of that Age of Glory. Although a loyal "Hunter" sounded very strange, He really didn't seem like the type to betray.
"Medici, do you still believe in that Lord?"
He couldn't help but ask.
"Oh"
Medici chuckled, whether out of a sense that the topic wasn't worth answering or for some other reason, and simply said, "Remember to leave me that vial of blood."
Then He shrank back into Luther's body and said no more.
On the other side.
Rorsted Archipelago, offshore.
The afternoon sun shone brightly, illuminating the lush green islands in the distance. Beneath the shadow of a cliff somewhere on one of the islands, seven or eight sailboats were quietly moored, their sails uniformly painted black. The largest of them was a three-masted sailing ship, its mast fluttering a flag painted with pale white bones.
Black Death!
"General Tracy's Flagship, 'Vice Admiral of Ailment'!"
Moreover, it wasn't just the Flagship; all the other ships in her Fleet were here as well. With so many ships combined, the pirate crew numbered at least a thousand people.
At that moment, another Ships sped towards the opposite side of the Fleet.
Upon receiving the signal from the other side, the Black Death dispatched a small boat to approach, pick up the group, and return.
"Behave yourself."
"It was Misor King who said in a deep voice."
He was the third mate of "Vice Admiral of Ailment" on the Black Death, nicknamed "The Silver Tongue," with a bounty of £5,400. He was originally a subordinate of "Vice Admiral Hurricane" Qilingus, but after the Fleet came under the control of "Vice Admiral of Ailment" Tracy, he continued to serve the latter.
"Creak."
The small boat rocked, creating ripples. These sounds came from his target—a beautiful red-haired girl—who was twisting her body, trying to break free of her handcuffs, and then leaping into the water beside her. Tracy had given him the task of finding "Red-haired Helene," and he had spent a long time searching the Rorsted Archipelago before finally receiving good news from the local resistance.
"I told you, behave yourself."
Misor King held Helene firmly on the shoulder, preventing her from standing up.
But he dared not touch too many parts of her body, because she was the boss's woman.
What a pity, such a beautiful girl, although she's not quite as good as the boss. If she were to serve me alongside the boss, my dark thoughts would only linger in his mind for a moment. He then increased the pressure on his hand.
Let me go.
Klein, disguised as Helene, struggled, convincingly portraying anger, struggle, and resentment, as if he truly were that former noblewoman. This feeling of detachment and fusion made him clearly understand the meaning of the "Faceless," and the Potion within him was rapidly digested.
While digesting the Potion is a good thing, I wonder when Luther will arrive.
Looking at the numerous pirate ships and the massive Flagship's densely packed cannons, he felt somewhat uneasy. Fortunately, the Human Skin Talisman was pressed against his chest, giving him a sliver of confidence.
Soon, Klein's small boat arrived at the Black Death. Guided by Misor, he entered his cabin. A blonde maid glared at him with Indifference, hostile eyes, pointing to a room next door, "Go in."
Her attitude was exactly like that of someone who had encountered a rival in love. It seemed she was completely obsessed with "Vice Admiral of Ailment." Demoness are truly terrifying. Klein thought to himself, but his face remained gloomy as he followed the blonde maid into the preparation room.
After that, Klein was forced to change into women's clothing and was led by a blonde maid for a while until he finally met the captain of the Black Death, "Vice Admiral of Ailment" Tracy.
She was quite beautiful, possessing both feminine grace and masculine charm. With long, black, wavy hair, azure eyes, and a white linen shirt paired with beige trousers, she was the kind of woman who would make anyone's heart flutter.
Klein's disguise as "Red-haired Helene" in front of Tracy was very successful. Knowing Helene quite well, Tracy didn't notice anything amiss and instead actively approached him, seemingly wanting to engage in some pleasurable activities with "Helene."
There was no other way; I simply couldn't keep up the act any longer.
Klein seized the opportunity and launched a surprise attack.
"Boom!"
His eyes flashed with a sharp light, projecting an invisible attack into Tracy's mind.
The Creeping Hunger, "Mental Piercing"!
"Aaaaaah!"
Taking advantage of Tracy's scream of pain and loss of control, he reached out and removed the Beyonder Item she was wearing, reducing her threat while continuing his attack!
The "Vice Admiral of Ailment" was not to be outdone. After the Oldest One panic, he quickly regained his composure, used the Mirror in the room as Substitute, relieved the pain, and began to fight back.
The Captain's Cabin was filled with white frost and Black Flame. The abilities of the "Assassin" and the "Clown" allowed them to engage in close combat and clashes of abilities with extremely swift and agile movements. Although Klein was Sequence 6, he possessed the Beyonder Item "Creeping Hunger" from the Shepherd Pathway, and with the advantage of a sneak attack, he even managed to suppress Tracy for a short time.
"Enemy attack!"
Seeing that she couldn't win and was even in danger of losing, Tracy raised her voice and shouted outside.
"Enemy attack!"
As if in response to him, the panicked cries of the pirates could also be heard outside.
Once the helpers arrive, they can control this guy. Tracy had just relaxed a little when she suddenly felt something was wrong. The noise outside was getting louder and louder, as if not only people were running towards the Captain's Cabin, but more were rushing towards the deck.
"Boom!"
The booming sound of cannons came from afar, and she looked out the window in surprise.
In the distance, a fleet of Fleet appeared on the water, their blood-stained skull and crossbones flags fluttering in the sea breeze.
Blood Pirates!