Preaching and Avatars

When Luther returned to the Blood Sea Pirate Crew's base, everyone was having a celebratory dinner.

Around the roaring campfire, the atmosphere was lively and bustling. A constant stream of delicious food and wine filled the air with enticing aromas, while hearty songs and exuberant dances filled the air, and everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves.

But Luther's appearance abruptly dissipated the joyful atmosphere.

"Captain!"

When everyone saw his appearance, they were immediately shocked. "What happened to you?!"

Luther's body was on the verge of collapse. His Flesh was torn apart piece by piece, like fragile porcelain. In the gaps, dark shadows writhed, barely holding the body back together.

"Darkwill, come here right now!!"

Anderson rushed over to support him, then turned and roared hoarsely, "Run!!"

More pirates dropped their food and drink and crowded around, expressing their anger and concern over Luther's injuries.

"Captain, who hurt you?"

"Damn it, how dare he touch the captain of our Blood Pirates! We'll never let him get away with this!!"

"It's the 'Queen Mystic'!" someone with a good memory shouted from the crowd. "The captain said he was going to see the 'Queen Mystic' before he left, and when he came back, he was like this... It must be that woman thought our captain was too handsome and tried to take advantage of him, and when she failed, she got angry and embarrassed..."

After a brief analysis, everyone immediately found it reasonable, and the crowd's emotions instantly surged.

"Damn it, what kind of king of the seas is this!"

"Kill that woman! Fight 'Dawn of Elements' to the death!"

"I'll go steer the boat..."

"You all better behave yourselves!"

In this chaotic moment, Anderson displayed the authority of a first mate and the aura of Demigod, his Spirituality surging forth, "The captain hasn't even spoken yet, what do you want?!"

The atmosphere of everyone's outburst was forcibly suppressed, and they all obediently shut their mouths.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The portly Ship's Doctor and Apothecary, Darkwill, pushed through the crowd to stand before Luther. Upon seeing his appearance, he was startled. "This, this is..."

"What are you standing there for? Come and get treatment!"

"I've never seen a case like this before," Anderson exclaimed. "And isn't he Shepherd? If he can't even heal external injuries, how can I possibly help?"

The Fat Apothecary's face trembled, and oily sweat quickly beaded on his forehead.

"Darkwill, you piece of trash!"

"All he does is eat, drink, and chase women..."

Everyone was furious and started cursing, but Darkwill dared not speak out, his face turning red with anger.

Fortunately, Luther finally calmed down a bit and opened his eyes.

"The captain's awake!"

"Captain, are you alright?"

Looking at the concerned faces surrounding him, Luther felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"I'm fine."

He smiled at the crowd, pushed Anderson's hand away, and stood up. "There was a slight mishap, but everything is still under control. Also, this has nothing to do with the 'Queen Mystic.' Don't go around trying to fight another sea king's Fleet all the time."

After Soothing everyone down a bit, Luther looked at Anderson beside him. "Everyone, let's continue the banquet. Anderson, come with me."

He said.

Although Luther allowed everyone to continue the banquet, even the most oblivious people sensed something was amiss. They all stood still, watching the captain and first mate leave the banquet and walk into the dark depths of the island.

"Captain, what are you doing...?"

"The effects of the Sequence 3 Potion have kicked in."

Luther explained roughly. He didn't mention the Primordial Moon to Anderson because it was beyond Anderson's comprehension, and it would be terrible if it were contaminated instead.

"Has the missionary work that was arranged before begun?"

He asked Anderson.

Anderson was taken aback, wondering why the other man would suddenly ask such a question, but he still answered honestly, "Not yet, Captain. You just gave the order, and I'm just thinking about how to implement it."

"That work must be accelerated. Starting tomorrow, the Fleet will begin missionary work, spreading the name of the Blood God throughout the entire Sonia Sea Southern Continent. You will serve as both the Oracle and the bishop, overseeing everything."

Luther said.

At this moment, he needed an anchor to stabilize his state. The name of the Potion "Trinity Templar" was too abstract, and it was difficult to grasp the specific Acting Principle for the time being. However, proselytizing was clearly feasible. By spreading the Honorific Name of the Blood God, he could increase faith and maintain his image and Mental World. It wouldn't be too late to think about Acting when he was in a better state.

"OK."

Anderson was a smart fellow. Although he sensed something was amiss, he didn't ask anything, but simply raised the current difficulty, "But Captain, with our current manpower— Fleet of a dozen ships and several hundred people—we can manage preaching at sea, but we really can't extend our influence to the Southern Continent."

"Don't worry."

Luther said, then reached out and grabbed his own arm.

"Sizzle!"

With a sickening tearing sound, he ripped off his arm (Anderson, on the other side, twitched his eyebrows but dared not say anything), and then threw the severed arm into the air.

"Brush!"

A silvery-white light suddenly shone from his right hand, flashing and intertwining across his severed arm. The arm was then shattered into countless tiny pieces of flesh, which scattered on the ground.

A phantom figure appeared beside him, its golden eyes gleaming. It plunged its hands into his head, gently yet forcefully pulling out a phantom shadow.

She grabbed the shadow and tore it to pieces, bit by bit.

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Luther cried out in a low voice.

Anderson couldn't see the phantom of M; he only saw Luther tearing at his temples, scattering translucent substances into the chunks of flesh, while simultaneously uttering rapid, low murmurs.

An invisible force spread out, and the chunks of flesh transformed into thin runes, spreading densely across the ground.

"Take these to the ship and transport them to the Southern Continent."

After Luther finished doing all this, he stood up and said to Anderson, "Then when we get to the Southern Continent, all we need to do is this..."

He picked up a Human Skin Talisman, imbued it with Spirituality, and as he threw it out, he shouted in Hermes:

"Flesh!"

"Sizzle--"

The talisman grew with the wind, and before it even hit the ground, it rapidly expanded, transforming into a complete person. The person had black hair and black eyes, an ordinary appearance, and looked no different from a normal person.

That face was clearly that of Luther's previous incarnation— Li Ran.

"Friend, do you mind if I take up a little of your time?" He saw Anderson, smiled, and stepped forward, saying, "I'd like to introduce you to my savior, the Light of the Desperate and the Redemption of the Fallen, the great God of Blood and Shadows..."

Anderson's eyes widened in surprise.

"You'll take a ship specifically and spread these [guys] out along the ports of the Southern Continent."

Luther said to the dumbfounded Anderson, "Ignore them, they'll proselytize on their own."