Farewell, White Saint

"Damn..."

Amyrius, sunk deep into the road, naturally noticed Luther watching him. His heart suddenly tightened. After not seeing him for several months, the Blood Bishop's abilities had changed once again, becoming unimaginably powerful and bizarre.

He was probably going to die here today!

In that brief instant, countless faces surfaced in Amyrius's mind—his cherished family, trusted comrades, subordinates he had looked after... Once the Blood Bishop killed him, he would never see any of them again...

But that sense of loss was quickly replaced by fury and the will to survive.

No!

I am a dignified admiral of the Royal Navy. I can't die so miserably! Even if I have to activate Incomplete Mythical Creature Form, I'll still cause that enemy of the nation some trouble!

Enduring the intense pain coursing through his body, Amyrius began struggling to stand, forcing himself into a fighting stance.

However, he immediately saw the Blood Bishop merely cast him an indifferent glance before turning away, seemingly not even interested in pursuing and killing him.

Amyrius's expression froze for a moment, then turned somewhat delighted before being immediately replaced by anger and humiliation.

He let me go!

He doesn't see me as a threat at all!

Damn it!

Damn it!

The dignified admiral's face twisted crimson, veins bulging as though his head were an overheated steam engine cylinder about to explode at any moment.

"Stop... right there..."

Amyrius abruptly scrambled up and chased after Luther, but his injuries were ultimately too severe. He collapsed to the ground once more, helplessly watching that figure leave.

His heart was filled with resentment and fury!

Luther had no idea that he had utterly shattered someone's mentality. All his attention was focused on the fleeing Viscount Stratford.

"Thud, thud, thud!"

The viscount, already past forty, pumped his legs