Pale Disaster

I feel like I've seen you somewhere before.

Azik stared intently at the red, ghostly phantom, closing his eyes briefly, as if stirring up the depths of his memory, shoving up and dredging up the dregs that had sunk to the bottom, trying to discern what it was like back then.

"Heh, I wonder which one you've seen before?"

Medici's cheeks split open, revealing bloody gashes that formed mouths. "Young man of the Egger Family, the 'Death Archon' of the Balam Empire. So many years have passed, and not only have you not been promoted, but you've actually fallen to Sequence 3. You're getting more and more pathetic with each passing year."

"Medici, I'm really curious, what gives you the right to talk about others?"

"You yourself were devoured by Tudor as promotion material, yet you dare to mock others for declining strength. Your shamelessness and arrogance truly impress me."

The two bloody mouths immediately opened, hurling taunts without any politeness. When capturing "White Saint" Katarina, the three evil spirits cooperated perfectly, but once they lost their common goal, they immediately began to fight amongst themselves.

"Oh, thanks for reminding me, you two good-for-nothings. After all, that's all the value you have left."

Medici retaliated with a laugh, arguing with the two mouths in a bizarre yet somewhat comical scene. Klein and Tracy on the ground watched this with wide eyes.

You've really embarrassed me.

Luther cursed inwardly, opening his palm to retract the evil spirit into his body.

But Azik, who was frowning, suddenly reached out and stopped him.

"Please wait a moment."

Azik looked pained and confused, like an ancient tomb, heavy and cold.

"Your Excellency Medici, and the other two Angel."

After a brief adjustment, he solemnly greeted the Red Evil Spirit, saying, "Back then, 'Blood Emperor' Alista Tudor became a half-mad 'Red Priest' at the cost of half-madness. Those who knew the inside story all thought that the three of you had completely perished."

"Ha, being in this state is only slightly better than being dead."

Medici sneered, "For a thousand years, I've been trapped underground with two good-for-nothings, occasionally gleaning glimpses of history from the 'Hunter' —the extraordinary ones—who walk right into my trap. Your old man's quite capable, managing to join forces with the Demoness to unleash the 'Pale Disaster' in the Southern Continent. If it weren't for the six evil gods and a newly promoted fellow setting aside their differences and joining forces, he might actually have succeeded."

"What a pity."

He shook his head regretfully, "Whether it was the War of the Four Emperors, the Battle of the Seven Gods, or the Pale Disaster, I, the 'War Angel,' was unable to witness any of them."

"You're no longer the War Angel!"

A bloodied mouth roared with laughter, but Medici forcefully shoved it back down.

Luther listened quietly from the side, momentarily lost in thought due to the shocking content of their conversation.

I read about this history in Roselle's diary. According to information provided by a man called "Mr. Door," during the era of the Seven Gods' War, the "Death" and the "Primordial Demoness" of the Southern Continent cooperated to attempt a counterattack against the North. However, they ultimately failed due to the combined efforts of the Seven Gods. The "Primordial Demoness" was severely injured, and the Death " perished, creating the Berserk Sea that separated the Northern and Southern Continents.

And Mr. Azik is actually the son of that "Death"?

He Consciousness looked up and exchanged a glance with Klein across from him. The latter was also very surprised, and seemed to be hearing about this for the first time as well.

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Azik listened to Medici's words and fell silent, a hint of pain gradually appearing on his face. "After hearing your words, I remembered many things, but it seems there's something very important that I just can't recall."

"Heh, as expected, there's a reason behind your current state." Medici chuckled upon seeing this. "Then I can't continue reminiscing with you, lest you actually recall something."

Having said that, this wicked fellow actually concealed his form and returned to Luther's body.

That bastard

Would you like to continue this conversation?

Luther asked Azik, "If you want, I can pull Him out again."

He was also curious about the events of those Pale Era.

"No need."

Azik looked somber and sorrowful. He took a few steps back, stood by the side of the boat, turned to look at the sea, and exuded a cold aura that made him unapproachable.

The sea stretched out to the horizon, and Twilight was approaching. Golden sunlight danced on the water, reflecting off the drifting clouds in the sky.

At that moment, Klein quietly crept over.

"I saw from afar that you were making a big fuss, like you were in the middle of a tough battle, so I called Mr. Azik," he said, a hint of guilt in his expression. "But judging from the situation just now, did our arrival distract you and cause that Demoness to escape?"

I meant to help, but I ended up doing something wrong.

Your intentions were good.

Luther shook his head, "Besides, that Sequence 3 'Demoness of Unaging' is extremely difficult to deal with; it's only a matter of time before she escapes."

"Cut."

One of the Red Angel offered a dismissive rebuttal, but it was ignored.

"What are you going to do with her?"

Klein pointed to Tracy, who was lying on the ground.

"You finally remembered me?"

"Vice Admiral of Ailment" Tracy's wound had stopped bleeding, but her pretty face was extremely pale. When she saw the two people looking at her, she gave a bitter smile.

"Um."

Luther glanced at her Consciousness, and M beside him shrugged, indicating that she had already extracted the relevant information and memories, and it didn't matter how he dealt with them.

What do you know about Katarina?

He asked the other person.

"I don't know much. I'm just a child she had on a whim, a product of her desire to maintain a youthful mindset. What you see is that she can use me and then discard me to protect herself."

Tracy's expression carried a desolate sadness, and there seemed to be a hazy glint of tears in her azure eyes.

Although the specifics were unknown, her Fleet was likely destroyed. Coupled with her lover leaving her and her mother abandoning her, her expression became even more sorrowful and pitiful. The blonde maid looked heartbroken and held her tightly.

Luther gave her a cold look.

"Wow, you're so pitiful, even worse off than the slaves you sold."

He said it calmly.

"!"

Tracy seemed to have been punched in the face, instantly shutting up. It was true that she was pitiful at that moment, but it was also true that she was deliberately using her ability to elicit sympathy in order to survive.

"Brush!"

Luther stepped forward, radiating warm, pure light from his body. But Tracy, touched by that light, cried out in agony, her Spirituality seemingly being rejected and violently Earthquake.

The Purification of the "Unshadowed"!

Tracy struggled, trying to avoid the light, but Luther held her down firmly, preventing her from breaking free. The Beyonder Characteristic within her were repelled by the light, gathering together and forcibly expelling her from her body!

"I'll go."

Sensing the unease emanating from his own Characteristic, Klein quickly retreated. He watched as Tracy's Beyonder Characteristic were gradually extracted.