Hard to believe

"Buzz--"

A shimmering, Mercury -like light flashed across the red-haired, golden-eyed woman at an astonishing speed. Her body quickly collapsed, shattering into pieces along the trajectory of the rapier. The Flesh and blood fell to the ground like a filthy mudslide.

"Smack, smack... snap--"

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass drowned out the sticky thud of Flesh hitting the ground. Then, the surroundings subtly changed. The Illusion vanished, revealing a dark floor covered in damp droplets and scattered with numerous rusted longswords.

Luther looked up and realized that he had gotten much closer to the Bronze Gate; he was only a dozen meters away from touching it.

"You're finally awake."

M stood beside him and spoke gently.

Compared to the Illusion, her figure was more ethereal, and her expression was more serene.

This time it should be for real.

Thump! Thump!

The Bronze Gate was knocked on once again, but this time, it no longer had the same fatal attraction for Luther. Instead, it made his head throb with pain.

He watched the door warily, retreating step by step until he was within a safe distance. As the distance increased, the knocking on the door gradually decreased until it disappeared completely. Its mysterious and strange outline also moved away from Luther's sight, finally sinking into the darkness.

"Thump, thump..."

Luther turned and climbed the stairs, quickly leaving the area and returning to the ground floor of the Ancient Castle.

The warm sunlight shines on the dilapidated buildings, and the lush Vines reflect a moist glow. What once seemed somewhat Desolation now looks much more welcoming.

In conclusion, what lies behind that Bronze Gate is very likely his own Golden Finger —that illusory Ocean, or at least a part of it.

It is indeed something that exists in reality.

However, that Ocean was not as peaceful and controllable as the world he had Spirituality descended into; instead, it appeared Filth Distortion. The gate was like an invisible seal, locking it tightly deep within the dark earth.

What exactly happened?

Why does the mighty and radiant Sun God, the Creator of the City of Silver, possess such Filth Degeneration side?

Why is there a difference between it and the Tide that my Consciousness is sinking into?

In addition...

Luther turned his head and said to the surrounding air, "Come out."

"Brush."

As soon as the words were spoken, M's figure appeared silently in response to the summons.

"I just saw you in my Illusion."

He stared at the other person's calm face and began to speak.

"You yourself said it was Illusion. It's normal for Illusion to involve anything, right?"

m reacted indifferently to this.

Luther said "Oh," and then said, "Is that so..."

He did feel that the "m" in his Illusion was somewhat unusual.

As a "Secrets Suppliant" who teeters on the edge of madness and frequently encounters Illusion and Dream, the M in the Illusion just now seemed far too real. Even with Luther's extensive experience, he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment.

Was it because I was too focused on the Bronze Door and lacked observation skills?

Or was it because that Illusion originated from Phantom Tide, making it more profound than ordinary effects? Or perhaps... M was hiding something?

Luther stared directly at the red-haired, golden-eyed woman, who simply smiled at him. He figured that no matter how much he questioned her, he wouldn't get any more information.

"Never mind."

He waved his hand, making the other person disappear instantly.

Putting that aside, today's exploration was valuable in every way. At least it gave him some information about his Golden Finger...

Luther took a step forward, blurring the distance, and his figure appeared on the Grassland outside the Ancient Castle.

He turned back and gazed at the ancient Ancient Castle one last time before leaving.

According to the Magician, this castle might be a relic from the Third Epoch, or even the Second Epoch, epochs... It wasn't a coincidence that the people of that time built a separate castle here; it was specifically to seal the Bronze Gate underground... They later seemed to suffer a catastrophic disaster; most of the guards perished underground, and the rest abandoned the castle, letting it decay with the passage of time...

The Sanguine have a long history and tradition; they deliberately gave [the Moon] false information to test him. I wonder if I can find them and find out if they know anything...

When he Deacon of the Church of Evernight, he could arrange for people to cause trouble and force the other side to compromise. But now, if they want to negotiate, he has to take action himself.

However, even the Pride Sanguine would likely be quite polite when facing a Sequence 3, right?

"Swish..." Just as Luther's mind was filled with these chaotic thoughts, a soft rustling sound suddenly came from the woods behind him. It sounded like something was rubbing against the leaves and moving closer.

He immediately turned around and saw a man dressed as Hunter, carrying Firearm.

"Hey buddy, this place is really creepy, stay away from it."

The man spoke rudely, with a distinctly suburban Backlund accent, and warned him.

Luther turned and glanced at him.

"Sir, who are you?"

Luther asked.

"Hunters from the surrounding villages."

The man's hands were rough with large knuckles, clearly indicating that he did manual labor frequently.

Why is this Ancient Castle considered dangerous?

Luther asked again.

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The man put down his hunting rifle, frowned, and looked him up and down. "What are you doing here? You're dressed so strangely..."

He stopped before he could finish speaking, staring blankly at the 1 Pound Coin that had suddenly appeared in Luther's hand.

"So, what's the reason?"

Luther twirled the Coin between his fingers and asked again.

"Ever since I was a child, my elders have warned me not to come to that castle, because it would be Curse. We always try to avoid it when we go hunting."

The Hunter's gaze followed the flurry of Coin, his tone immediately becoming enthusiastic, "A wealthy gentleman from the city bought this place for some reason. He usually tells us Hunter to be extra careful and not let outsiders near... We accidentally let a bunch of adventurous idiots in before, and they quickly fell ill and died..."

The wealthy gentry in the city... I guess they're referring to Sanguine.

Luther guessed.

He looked at the Hunter opposite him, clutching the Coin in his hand. "Is there anything else worth mentioning about this place?"

"Let me think..."

The Hunter frowned, as if racking his brains, and said uncertainly, "I seem to recall the old folks saying that a long time ago, a group of cult members gathered here. Their evil god was called... what was it again?" "If you remember, this Coin is yours. If you don't, forget it."

Luther made a gesture as if to take it back.

"Wait, let me think about it some more!"

The Hunter shouted urgently.

To obtain this Coin, he racked his brains, finally finding the name deep in his memory.

"I remember now! The evil god they worship is called... the God of Blood and Shadows!"

Luther was taken aback, his eyes widening involuntarily.