Ouroboros!

"Judging from this, your descendants have come to believe in some evil god and developed the custom of human sacrifice."

Luther checked it and said.

According to the information Klein gave him, Bansy used to have a custom of worshipping the "Weather God," and there had been incidents where Loen soldiers who landed on the island disappeared into the mist and appeared as skeletons. However, this belief disappeared after the Church of the Lord of Storms replaced the local faith.

In retrospect, it may have simply disappeared from public view.

Furthermore, according to the information on the "Red Priest" card, the Hunter Pathway Sequence 2 is called "Weather Warlock," which has the ability to create extreme weather.

Perhaps the truth is that some of Medici's descendants ascended to Sequence 2 Angels, but clashed with the Church of Storms during the colonization of Loen and were ultimately destroyed. His descendants, however, secretly maintained the worship of Him to this day.

That's why the locals have the custom of not going out in strange weather... That's probably when the blood sacrifice began, and they would randomly capture living people.

Having figured these things out, Luther no longer showed any politeness to the man and woman before him. After all, they were Lunatic who used living people as sacrifices; it didn't matter if they died as the vessel for Medici's resurrection.

Which one to choose?

He asked the Red Angel Evil Spirit within him.

"That woman, her bloodline is purer."

A woman?

A strange smile appeared on Luther's face.

"Good heavens, Helene and Sophia, who provided your blood, are both women, and the body you prepared is also female... With all three combined, it seems you, the Red Angel, are destined to be resurrected as a woman!"

"Ha ha!"

"Ha ha!"

Two other voices simultaneously mocked, those of Sauron and Einhorn's evil spirits.

"Your stupidity is regrettable," Medici retorted, taking the opportunity to mock Luther, "The Hunter Pathway represents innate masculinity; even women can become men!"

That's not necessarily true.

Luther thought of Tracy still retained her feminine characteristics after he extracted her Characteristic, and shook his head. But he didn't say anything; he just reached out, and a heavy shadow filled the air, engulfing the red-haired Paavo Court.

The red-haired woman standing next to him was also controlled at the same time, her eyes gleaming with a golden light.

"Hypnosis" through the Spectator Pathway.

When Luther withdrew the shadow, the Medici descendant named Melanie Demi stood there blankly, showing no intention of resisting or running away.

"Call-

-"

A gust of wind arose in the telegraph office, and Luther grabbed her and lifted her into the air, flying towards the mountain peak in the center of the island.

This strange mountain was devoid of any vegetation. Following Medici's directions, Luther arrived at the summit. There stood an ancient stone Altar. The Altar was circular in shape, with obvious cracks, severe weathering, and numerous charred marks of damage, which, upon closer inspection, appeared to have been caused by Lightning Strike.

A thick white fog billowed below the Altar, enveloping the entire island.

"Fortunately, it wasn't completely destroyed."

Medici seemed to breathe a slight sigh of relief. His Spirituality spread out, pouring the vial of Helene Sauron's blood into Melanie Demi's mouth. The latter's face immediately turned pale, her Spirituality surged, and she vaguely established some invisible connection with the Altar.

Below the mountain peak, the thick Fog suddenly began to act strangely.

As if Storm was at work, the Fog churned violently around the Altar, converging together. The entire area below the mountain was filled with howling air currents, and the thick white fog obscured all vision.

"Splash!"

The Altar suddenly began to move, cracking open a fissure that swallowed Melanie Demi's body before slowly closing again. At the same moment her body was swallowed, the Fog vanished abruptly, as if it had never existed in the first place.

The entire island was bathed in the afternoon sun, sparkling brightly.

Looking into the distance, the town's streets had returned to normal. People casually opened their doors and went about their business as if nothing had happened. They showed no curiosity about the strange phenomenon they had just witnessed and simply went about their daily lives.

"Is that all?"

Luther asked Consciousness.

"There's no other way; we're still short one more blood sample, so we can only proceed with half of the process for now."

Medici said, "If you're willing to provide me with that blood as well, I guarantee I can show you something truly unforgettable..."

"Then forget it."

Luther immediately refused.

Having fulfilled his promise to Medici, he had no reason to stay. It was time to leave Bansy Island and head to Loen.

Luther turned around, intending to summon his Flagship and Spirit World Traversal.

Then he saw the feather.

At first, beams of light shot out from an unknown source, shining directly on the mountaintop. Within the light, illusory, layered, pure wings gradually formed. Beneath the wings, a figure with long, silver-white hair appeared, outlined in the void.

The figure knelt devoutly until fully descending, then stood up and looked over.

He wore a simple linen robe, his face was handsome, his features gentle, and he met Luther's gaze calmly and serenely.

Luther knew him.

In the Dream of God War Ruins, He parted the Sea with His might; in the murals of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, He led the faithful into the deep darkness. In that Age of Glory, He sang praises of the Lord's glory; in the dark ages, He gazed upon the blood-red cross.

Ouroboros.

This former King of Angels Creator, now a follower of Degeneration god, finally appeared before him for the first time.

Sudden, dangerous, without warning, extremely deadly.

Antiya-

Luther roared in a fit of rage.

Almost simultaneously, he unleashed the surging Tide within his body, aiming to transform it into the Blood River and Grazing all the Lambs he possessed at once.

Standing before him now was a true King of Angel. He couldn't afford to be complacent; he had to fight back at his strongest to have any chance of survival!

"Splash!"

Luther's body instantly disintegrated, transforming into a dense, crimson Tide that surged across the mountain peak. And Above the Tide, the figures of numerous extraordinary individuals emerged!

Ouroboros looked at him calmly with his pure eyes.

The next moment, time suddenly stopped.

He couldn't describe the feeling. He watched helplessly as the Blood River on the ground flowed back, regrouped, and reassembled into his body. The Lambs, of course, returned to his body as well. The most powerful ability he had seized the opportunity to unleash had been reversed in this way, returning him to his original state.

Luther realized he was in danger!