Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office

Bansy Island West Sonia Sea.

It was afternoon when a thick Fog suddenly and without warning enveloped the island, obscuring the entire island. Only the mountain peak in the center of the island peeked out slightly through the white Fog.

This island is known for its dramatic climate changes, frequently experiencing dense fog, Storm, rain, and snow, earning it the nickname "Weather Museum."

The islanders, long accustomed to such climate changes, followed their old customs and retreated indoors, no longer venturing out. It was said that those who ventured out during such times were likely to encounter accidents, disappear, and then reappear as skeletons on the mountains or by the sea.

The island's natives' worship of the "Weather God" was abolished by the Loen government long ago, and even later generations forgot the local language. However, this custom has been preserved and continues to this day.

"Tap, tap."

Footsteps slowly approached from the end of the Fog -shrouded street. A red outline gradually emerged from the gray and white expanse. The outline became clearer and clearer, the colors more and more vibrant, until it was fully revealed.

Luther, dressed in a blood-red robe, stood expressionless, looking around in the Fog.

"Your descendants are really doing poorly."

He muttered to himself, "At least the Sauron and Einhorn families have risen to royalty, while they're stuck on this tiny island, oppressed by the Loen government, their own culture has been destroyed."

"Because what I need is for them to live, not to become conspicuous targets like the offspring of those two idiots."

Medici responded from inside his body, his laughter light and laced with sarcasm.

The King of Angel felt little affection for his descendants. To him, their only value was as tools for his resurrection, allowing them to endure for eternity.

"As expected of the Red Angel, she's always so shameless."

Luther praised boastfully, glancing around, "So, where is your goal?"

After parting ways with his Fleet, he did not immediately go to Loen, but instead first came to this place formerly known as "

The island of "Binsy".

Previously, when fighting "Saint of Darkness" Leomaster at the God War Ruins, Luther had promised Medici that he would come to Bansy later in order to get Medici to lend him his power. Now that he was about to leave the Sea, he still had to keep his promise before that happened.

"Wait, let me feel it..."

Medici's Spirituality emanated from within him, resonating with the thick Fog. After a moment, he spoke, "Next, turn left. The person on this island with the closest blood connection to me is over there."

Luther took a step forward.

"What do you plan to do after you find this person?"

He asked that question.

Don't you know?

Medici chuckled. "Of course, it's as a means of resurrection."

Now that things have come to this, His purpose is already very clear, and there's no point in hiding it anymore; it's better to speak frankly and openly.

"I haven't agreed to give you Einhorn's blood yet."

"Surely some preliminary preparations are worthwhile?" Luther said. The Red Angel Evil Spirit chuckled lightly, "That way, when my contributions are enough to redeem my freedom from you, we can proceed with the Ritual directly."

I won't let you out so easily.

Luther thought to himself, but said aloud, "Then I wish you a speedy fulfillment of your wish."

Guided by Medici, he continued forward through the thick fog, constantly changing his course, until finally stopping in front of a building. Looking up, Fog saw a Loenese sign hanging on the building, which read:

Bansy Harbor Telegraph Office.

The heavy wooden doors were tightly shut, and all the glass was dark, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Luther frowned slightly.

He could vaguely smell a bloody odor from inside, and quickly determined from a professional perspective that it was the smell of human blood.

What are these Medici descendants up to?

Thump, thump.

He reached out and knocked on the door.

"Who?"

A soothing female voice came from behind the door.

"Door Opening."

Luther said in an unquestionable tone.

"In this kind of weather, you can't Door Opening on the island."

The woman's voice behind the door sounded like a young person, but her speaking rhythm was very strange, completely unlike a normal person.

"Who are you?"

Luther asked again.

"I am Melanie Demi, a telegraph operator from the telegraph office," the female voice said. "I am a normal woman with two eyes and one mouth."

I think a normal person wouldn't say that about themselves.

Luther thought to himself.

Just then, he felt the smell of blood behind the door suddenly intensify, as if something else was approaching.

"I can be your witness."

Then a man's voice rang out, his tone and rhythm as strange as Melanie's, "I am Paavo Court, her colleague. There's nothing unusual here. Don't Door Opening. Please leave."

As the man spoke, some invisible force seemed to gather behind the door.

Luther chuckled to himself.

"These are your descendants?"

He questioned Medici.

"There was probably a problem with the transmission process."

Medici replied casually, "But it doesn't matter, all I need is a body."

If even his ancestor didn't care, Luther naturally wouldn't care either. So he simply raised his hand, and a dark shadow condensed into a sharp giant blade in his palm. He swung it diagonally downwards, and the heavy wooden door was instantly split in two.

"Boom!"

The wooden planks collapsed, and a strong stench of blood wafted out, immediately revealing what lay behind the door.

Inside the telegraph office, which was pitch black, a man and a woman stood stiffly in the middle of the hall. They both had fiery red hair and exquisite features. Although they were very good-looking, they possessed an eerie, inhuman quality, like some strange creatures wearing human skin.

On the floor behind the telegraph office lay half a mutilated human body and some cleanly removed white bones.

A strong, pungent smell of blood emanated from them.

The man and woman looked at Luther Indifference; the man was probably in his twenties, and the woman was even younger.

"I told you, no, Door Opening, no, come in."

The man spoke slowly and deliberately, his mouth opening and closing, crimson blood and bits of flesh spilling between his teeth. The woman also stared at Luther with a similarly grim expression. However, before they could even display their power, extreme fear surged across their faces.

Inside the dimly lit telegraph office, all the shadows suddenly came to life, pressing down with a heavy sense of Degeneration and engulfing their bodies. The shadows were filled with the cries of countless desperate dead, frenzied and terrifying, almost shattering their spirits completely!

The man and woman were submerged in shadow, their expressions blank, unable even to tremble.