A shocking turn

How is that possible?

When Luther heard the name of the Blood God spoken by the Hunter opposite him, his first reaction was disbelief.

Although he had arranged for Anderson to preach far and wide, the spread of his Honorific Name was currently limited to the Sonia Sea and the Southern Continent. A backward, uncultured villager in the outskirts of Backlund would have no way of knowing this name!

What shocked him even more was that, according to the other party, this Honorific Name had been circulating since the Ancient Castle was built—but he had only been in this world for a year or two!

Is it a coincidence?

The possibility is too low!

Could it be that such a deity truly existed thousands of years ago?

"Brush!"

Luther's eyes flashed with a brilliant gold for a moment as he stared directly at the Hunter opposite him, then spoke in a cold voice:

"I'll ask you one more time, is what you just said true?"

Under Luther's Hypnosis, the Hunter's eyes became relaxed and vacant, and he answered blankly:

"It's all true... I heard from the old people in the village that it happened a long time ago... Master, I came here to play when I was a child. There was a strange painting hanging on the south wall of the castle. The old people said that the figure in the painting was the Blood God..." Luther frowned slightly.

There are paintings hanging on the walls of the Ancient Castle? It doesn't seem so, otherwise I would have noticed them when I came in... Wait, the south wall he mentioned seems to have collapsed... Could it be that the painting is buried under the ruins?

"Clang!"

He flicked his finger, tossing the Coin between his fingers to the Hunter, then turned and darted back to the center of the Ancient Castle.

The interior of the Ancient Castle was weathered Corrosion, just as he remembered; most of the south wall had collapsed, and broken stones were scattered in the hall.

At the edge of that pile of ruins, there really did seem to be a Picture Frame facing downwards, covered by stones, Vines, and weeds, with only the decaying color of the wood showing. It would be hard to spot unless you looked very closely.

Luther quickly appeared in front of the painting.

The shadow beneath him spread silently, like a living liquid, moving aside the piled stones to reveal the Picture Frame underneath. The Picture Frame was clearly old; the back was dull, and the wooden frame was blackened and shrunken.

To be honest, the fact that it has been preserved for so long in such harsh conditions probably means it possesses some kind of mysterious power.

Luther stared at the painting, which was facing away from him, and composed himself.

Could the person depicted in this painting really be myself?

Does that mean I've already transmigrated here, lived once before, and been an evil god, but lost my memories? Never mind!

Luther gritted his teeth, manipulated the shadows to grab the Picture Frame, and with a "whoosh," easily flipped it over.

The contents of the painting were clearly displayed before him.

"!!!!"

When Luther saw what the painting depicted, his eyes widened in surprise!

The portrait, supposedly of the "God of Blood and Shadows," was not his likeness, but rather that of a young man he recognized.

He had black hair, a full forehead, wore Monocle, and had a cheerful smile on his lips.

"The Angel of Time," Amon!

The Second Son of the Creator in the painting is smiling at Luther.

Luther felt a chill run down his spine, and his scalp felt like it was about to explode!

Wrong!

There's something wrong! He immediately threw down the painting and turned around...

"Despair."

Footsteps came from behind.

--The simply dressed, coarse-speaking Hunter had appeared inside the castle at some point, smiling broadly at Luther while toying with the Coin Luther had just thrown to him.

The Hunter took a Monocle from his pocket, breathed on it to wipe it on his relatively clean collar, and then slowly put it on his right eye.

He looked at Luther, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upwards, and then said:

"Surprised?"

Inside the Ancient Castle, the chilly atmosphere instantly froze.

Luther remained motionless, feeling as if his body was locked into the surrounding air.

By now, he knows perfectly well that he's been deceived.

This guy in front of me isn't Hunter from the suburbs at all, it's Amon! Instead of facing the well-prepared Klein, he attacked me by surprise! And with this damned, almost prank-like tactic!

However, regardless of what Luther was thinking at that moment, Amon on the other side simply continued speaking to himself, "Curious? I actually know the name 'God of Blood and Shadows'... There's more than one Avatar in City of Silver."

"Your friend is favored by the Evernight, his whereabouts are hidden... He's much more cautious than you, and it seems he's gathered a lot of help to resist me, but this has become his oversight... The disturbance of Fate has made me notice your involvement."

"You visited my Mausoleum in White Cliff Town before, right? I saw your image in Lola Jacob's memories."

Amon, holding his Monocle and smiling, happily shared his discovery with Luther.

Luther simply stared at him coldly.

"Whoosh--"

In his mind, the Phantom Tide suddenly resounded!

His Spirituality was frantically warning him that if he continued to listen to this guy's nonsense, something terrible would happen. He had to break free from the other's control and regain the initiative!

The moist Tide flowed downstream, its cool touch soothing the entire body, and... nothing happened. The Tide stopped after a distance from Amon's influence, seemingly undecided, unable to determine whether the other was friend or foe.

A hint of surprise flashed in Luther's eyes.

Are you surprised?

Amon smiled and showed Luther the Coin he had just thrown over, "I have to thank you for this gift. Giving me this is, to some extent, a sign of acceptance; it's as if you've recognized me as you..." Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

This King of Angel's methods were magical and bizarre; he actually managed to evade his own Golden Finger in this way!

Luther felt the world was gradually becoming unfamiliar, as if everything was rejecting him, and the proof of his existence was being taken away by the smiling Amon opposite him.

Where is... Antia...? Why didn't she appear...?

He thought stiffly, trying to process his thoughts and consider ways to resist.

Are you curious about what that thing actually is?

Amon kept saying things that were distracting him, "That belonged to my father, but then a little thing happened, and I'm surprised it became connected to you..."

Whether these words were true or false, they were incredibly alluring, affecting his attention.

Damn it...

Luther knew in his heart that if he continued like this, he would be in real danger!

He gritted his teeth and became ruthless.

A dull thud suddenly rang out, coming from beneath the Ancient Castle, sounding slightly distorted.

Amon paused slightly, and the smile on his face immediately faded considerably.