Roselle, become my lamb! (Double chapter) (The chapter before last has been revised)

Luther glanced at the empty tomb, then looked at Medici had a big smile on his face.

By this time, he fully understood that it was all a deadly "plot" orchestrated by this top Hunter.

The tomb, guarded by numerous Angel... turned out to be just an empty shell!

Before this, all of Medici's actions—provocation, fighting, panic—were clearly an act, part of His plan—to deceive Luther and make him waste all his time and Spirituality on this meaningless, fake tomb.

Looking back now, the reason I was so fixated on the tomb in front of me was probably because I was unwittingly "Provocation" by Him... The "Insightful" Avatar was Destruction the moment it appeared, because He was worried that the "Reader" Pathway discover the problem!

"Medici, you fucking..."

After figuring all this out, Luther narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the Red Angel in the sky.

Are you angry?

Medici, a broad smile on his face, asked the Blood Bishop opposite him, "Don't be angry. Let's think about what to do next. Are you going to continue fighting us, or go to other tombs and try to start over, Destruction them all?"

"But guess what? If you choose to go to another tomb, will we chase after you and stop you? Or, what if the tomb you choose is also a fake?"

His questions came one after another, full of sarcasm and malice, constantly testing Luther's limits.

Luther did not respond. "Also, I must remind you, you don't have much time left."

Medici chuckled and continued, "George III's Advancement Ritual is nearing its end. Soon, He will descend to earth as the new 'Black Emperor,' becoming True God... The person you hate so much is now ascending to godhood, and you couldn't stop him despite all your efforts... How does that feel?"

Luther continued to stare directly at Him without flinching.

Above the Blood Sea, Antiya and the "Black Throne" suddenly flickered, then transformed into pure light points that floated up and flew into his arm.

Clearly, Miss Ship Spirit's event is over.

With Antiya's disappearance, Luther's rank immediately dropped to the ordinary Sequence 3 level. The once surging Blood Sea of blood began to recede, shrinking back to his feet, the waves constantly decreasing. All the Lamb had returned to his body, and he was alone again, looking up at the three Angel Zaratul, Dlink, and Medici.

"Ha ha..."

Medici's laughter grew increasingly gleeful. "See? You can't even maintain a basic fighting stance..."

His laughter was so loud that it drowned out the faint Tide and echoed throughout the tomb.

Luther, however, remained coldly watching him.

Medici suddenly stopped laughing.

"Sigh... I mean, is admitting defeat really that hard?" He sighed helplessly, looking dejectedly at the blood-red figure below. "At this point, how about you show even more resentment and anger?"

"Ah, I see. Are you still fantasizing that your two companions can destroy the Mausoleum?"

Medici shook his head. "I have bad news for you. They failed too."

Meanwhile, in the other two Mausoleum.

"Ugh... no... I won't accept it..."

Inside the mausoleum in Awwa County, Trissy sat against the rock wall, her head tilted to the side, uttering low murmurs in her sleep. A clear tear rolled down her cheek. Her brows were furrowed, and her oval face showed pain and struggle, yet she was deeply immersed in Nightmare, unable to wake up.

She clutched a "Yesterday Once More" talisman tightly in her hand, intending to activate it in Hermes in her despair, summon the sapphire ring from before, and use this vessel—the one that transformed her into the "Primordial Demoness"—to perish together with the Mausoleum.

However, to her surprise, when she was intercepted by the Angel and had no way out, she shouted the activation spell, but the talisman had no effect.

"It's okay, sleep peacefully. The world of Dream may be unreal, but it's always better than the cold and cruel reality."

Opposite her, Hermes, with snow-white hair and an extremely ordinary appearance, softly Soothing her.

The Angel, Pathway "Spectator," remained calm, her eyes unwavering as she watched the Demoness on the ground, focusing on the high-level talisman in her hand. "Damn it... Father..."

In East Chester County, the battle between the "Queen Mystic" Bernadette and the "Nation Builder" is also ongoing. Although she forcibly used the "Magic Wishing Lamp" to elevate herself to Sequence 1, she only managed a draw and struggled to break through...

The figure of the "Nation Builder" stands tall like a mountain range, majestic and powerful.

Behind Him, the Mausoleum of the "Black Emperor" was shrouded in thick shadows, with a dim, strange light constantly rising and falling on its surface, making it look like a giant beast breathing silently.

A terrifying sense of oppression builds up within the tomb, inspiring awe and fear from the depths of one's being, as if a Spirituality instinct is calling out, urging one to bow down and offer one's submission.

That is the status of the True God!

George III is about to complete his ascension and become the "Black Emperor" of the land!

"No..."

Bernadette's eyes reflected the tomb, her gaze filled with resentment.

Does this mean that in the end, I won't be able to save him...?

"Blood Bishop, you've lost." Within the ruins of Ruin No. 1, Medici spoke to Luther below, "Your loss is not unjust, for this is the domain of True God."

The three Angel did not attack him again, but waited quietly in the ruins.

The fighting was meaningless. As beings who had transcended humanity and begun to connect with the mysterious forces at the bottom of the world, they all felt the tremors of the Astral World and sensed an invisible, powerful aura brewing within them.

They are all waiting for the arrival of the True God.

"The world needs a new 'Black Emperor,' and George Augustus III has already obtained his ticket. Various mysterious entities are watching, waiting to see if He can successfully complete the Ritual... and it seems He has indeed succeeded."

"... What if I don't agree?"

In the dim Abyss, above the Blood Sea, Luther, who had given his all but still failed to achieve his goal, spoke softly.

"The Seven Gods have already tacitly approved."

Medici said calmly, "Now that things have come to this, what can you do if you don't agree?"

"Oh..."

Just then, Luther finally spoke.

"Because you couldn't win, you chose to back down..." he asked contemptuously, "Medici, so you abandoned your lord for a similar reason back then?"

He participated in the founding of the Rose Redemption, seemingly to help the Ancient Sun God, but it ultimately fell apart amidst the betrayal of many Angel, and He simply fled to another continent, abandoning that land.

Medici was visibly taken aback, and then, his handsome young face showed a look of anger at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

He roared, "Then what can you do? If you have the ability, then come and stop the coming of the True God!"

The space itself seemed to Earthquake slightly, and for a brief moment, everyone in the world experienced a strange illusion.

It was as if the rules at the bottom of the world had been strangely Distortion. On the streets, all the carriages were jammed together; in the courtroom, Lawyer persuaded the presiding judge with absurd legal provisions; snakes flew in the sky, and cod swam on the beach with their fins—everything seemed to have become perfectly normal...

Throughout Loen, the nine Concealment tombs trembled violently, and the entire nation, including the people Listening the king's speech, felt an indescribable sensation, as if they were bathed in a majestic radiance.

Medici is right, George III is about to ascend to godhood, Astral World await the arrival of His authority!

Faced with such a desperate situation, Luther smiled.

His mouth stretched into a crazed, Distortion grin.

"Fine, then I'll show you how to stop him." With that, he drew the dark, Abyssal "Blade of Flesh and Spirit" from the shadows beneath him, pressed the blade against his neck, and decisively severed his own head, killing himself.

"Splash!"

His body instantly collapsed, falling into the Blood Sea like a collapsing mountain. Almost simultaneously, that Blood Sea rapidly receded, sinking into Abyss where the light could not reach.

In a mere instant, Luther Rondal's figure vanished completely.

Where did he go?

"!!"

When Medici saw this, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

"That guy got away?"

In the dim light, Dlink asked, "Did you go to other tombs?"

"No, the [soldiers] I left at the other tombs didn't sense his intrusion."

Medici shook his head in denial.

Moreover, at this point, even if they reached another tomb, it would be too late. But...

For some reason, his brows gradually furrowed.

"So, he simply ran away?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Dlink's eyes. "It seems he uttered those arrogant words merely to maintain his own dignity..."

In mid-air, Zaratul silently disappeared into the shadows, seemingly leaving without a trace. George III was about to become a god, but the prey he had been waiting for had not taken the bait. Having fulfilled the Contract, he had no reason to remain here any longer.

However, Medici still felt something was amiss. He instinctively felt that the Blood Bishop wouldn't give up so easily and was definitely preparing for the next wave of attack...

But now, is there really any way to stop the arrival of a True God?

Deep within the Fog Sea, near a Concealment, Primitive Island.

"Glug, glug..."

Around the coast, bright red bubbles suddenly rose from the depths of the once azure Sea, followed by a large amount of blood surging up!

Crimson blood, like a fountain, rose from the sea, thickly gathering together, gradually coalescing into a blurry, writhing Flesh, eventually transforming into a complete human form. --Luther Rondal thus appeared on the sea.

His eyes, filled with anger and madness, stared toward the center of the island.

There stood a magnificent mountain peak, surrounded by a vast, dense, yet eerily mysterious primeval forest.

That's right, Luther has arrived at the Primitive Island where Roselle's last Mausoleum is hidden!

When he passed through the island, he was dismembered, leaving some fragments on the seabed. Now, using these fragments, he has achieved rapid travel and arrived here directly.

As soon as he appeared, Luther floated up without hesitation and flew towards the tomb deep inside the island.

The strange power and rules contained within the island influenced him, tearing and Corrosion his body. He was constantly injured and regenerated, his speed showing no sign of slowing down. George III was about to succeed, and he couldn't afford to waste a single moment.

The hatred for all the Lamb that were killed, the resentment of the ordinary people in the East Borough who died from the smog, the chance that Klein sacrificed himself for, even if it meant being captured by Amon... Luther carried all of this on his shoulders, and he absolutely could not tolerate George III becoming a god!

At this point, he only had one path left to take!

"Boom..."

A multitude of stiff, Distortion Monster burst forth from the primeval forest, chasing after Luther's figure. But he transformed into a swift silver streak, leaving them far behind.

Finally, the central mountain peak appeared before Luther, along with the majestic Mausoleum nestled within it. The tomb of Roselle lay in slumber!

"Brush!"

A flash of Silver Light streaked past, disappearing directly through the crack in the door into the tomb.

The tomb remained as dark and empty as before, with only a high platform in the center and Black Throne on it.

A dark figure sat crookedly on the Throne, his elbows resting on the armrests, his chin propped up, seemingly lost in a deep Dream.

"... Um?"

Sensing Luther's intrusion, two irregular, bright red cracks appeared on His featureless, pitch-black face, as if He had been startled awake from a dream, and opened His eyes. "It's you? Why are you here again?"

"Could it be that you've found a way to save me? No... I don't think I've slept for long. You still look like you're at Sequence 3, and you look quite disheveled..."

Roselle commented in a very human tone.

Before this, he had been sealed away by Bernadette and the Fool, suppressing most of his madness, so he could still maintain a certain level of clarity. But soon, a trace of malice flowed from his "eyes," proving that the "Primordial Moon's" Corrosion still clung to His Spirit Body, constantly Corrosion him.

Luther looked up at Roselle.

He opened his mouth, and with a look of madness and determination, shouted out the purpose of his journey, "Roselle, become my Lamb!"

Indeed, the enthronement Ritual of George III could not be disrupted. In order to stop Him, it was necessary to use another method that had been previously rejected, a method with extremely high risks but equally huge rewards.

--Let Roselle return, let the former "Black Emperor" replace the yet-to-be-born "Black Emperor"!