This moment is just like that moment back then.
Is Gray going to fall into the hands of the Blood Corpse again after half a year?
The bearded merchant's gaze swept around, and he saw the fairly conscientious chief engineer, whose expression was even more panicked than his own.
Why was he so panicked?
He knew he was a traitor among the Blood Corpse, having served humanity for a long time.
If he is caught by the Grand Duke, he will definitely be in big trouble; he might as well be electrocuted.
Endless torment awaited him.
That's why he said things like "We're doomed."
Even the most tolerant vampire nobles would not allow someone to surrender to them twice.
In conclusion, Bennett will undoubtedly stand by his side no matter what, and at least he doesn't have to worry about Bennett betraying him.
Gray looked to the other side, where Nora had somehow grabbed his sleeve.
His own wife, a pure human being who has never undergone any modification surgery, a lucky one who has survived to this day without showing any obvious Aberration, all by sheer luck.
He didn't want the people he cared about to die.
A solid, reliable feel came from my hands; this was the Antasia.
Inherited from his master, this small mobile fortress has been damaged countless times, yet it has always been repaired in various ways.
His gaze fell on the corner of the control panel, where a long-handled warhammer made of hardwood lay quietly, capable of splattering the brains of an ordinary Blood Corpse with a single blow.
Yes, he was still Gray, but he was no longer the weakling who could be bullied by the Blood Corpse!
So what if he's a Grand Duke?
If you're so capable, break free of the seal right now and kill him!
Otherwise, even if I can't leave today, I'll smash that damned Blood Corpse's head with a hammer!
However, fighting desperately is only a last resort. For now, it's best to run away first.
Gray looked at Bennett, who had already lost his composure, with a resolute gaze:
"Can you still control the Blood Corpse in the engine room?"
"Yes, sir. I've been controlling these Blood Corpse for a long time, sir..."
Bennett instinctively wanted to say the word "Grand Duke," but remembering how Gray had just concealed Nora's goodwill, he swallowed the words back.
He also had a time as a human, so he can understand Gray's actions at this moment.
Emotionally, it's perfectly normal to protect the people you care about;
From a rational standpoint, telling Nora now that there's likely a Grand Duke who's on the verge of recovery wouldn't help the current situation at all.
He thought for a moment and said tactfully:
"The large number of Blood Corpse will not affect us at the moment, please rest assured."
Gray nodded approvingly and slowly removed his hand from the stun lever.
At this moment, Gray felt only relief, relieved that he had emptied all the robotic arm cargo in Valhalla and filled the warehouse with hardwood parts that were much lighter than brass.
Compared to brass, this shipment is remarkably lightweight, allowing the Antasia to move much faster for its size.
Bennett had pushed the small fortress's engine to its maximum power, and Gray could already hear the sounds of the Blood Corpse slamming their pedals.
He looked back at the horde of Blood Corpse that were still hot on his heels, silently estimating the speed difference between the two sides.
After making that turn, the Antasia is now heading north.
Nora, watching the sun about to sink below the horizon, also noticed this, and turned to ask in confusion:
"Are you planning to take a detour back to the Great Labyrinth City?"
Gray had already estimated the speed of both sides and confirmed that the horde of Blood Corpse and the fortress were approaching at a moderate pace, and it wouldn't be long before they were caught up.
Yes, I just turned north, but on the eastern side of the Wilderness of Chaos, the Graycast Corridor is clearly located in the south.
If the ship continues on its current course and no opportunity to head east again is found, the Antasia will eventually inevitably fall into the domain of the Eternal Domain!
As two forces that have been vying for power at the gates of the Demon Realm for decades, Graycast Corridor and Eternal Domain have a long history of mutual dislike.
If Gray were to actually establish a small fortress under the rule of the Twin Kings, he would automatically be branded a traitor.
At that point, let alone running for the position of Grand Foundry Master, they will have absolutely no chance of returning to the Graycast Corridor as ordinary citizens.
As a loyal subject of the Grand Foundry Master, Gray had no interest in tasting the peaches of immortality.
As Nora said, heading north all the way is not a long-term solution; he must find the right moment to turn back towards the Graycast Corridor.
Moreover, this is already on the edge of the Wilderness of Chaos, and the resurgence of a Grand Duke here could have a catastrophic impact on the Graycast Corridor.
But does he really have a chance to re-enter the route back to the Graycast Corridor?
Gray gazed eastward, where countless shadowy Blood Corpse Shadow a writhing black line beneath the setting sun.
The constantly stretching and writhing black line stretched from north to south until it reached the horizon without any sign of disappearing.
Although most of these guys haven't locked onto him as an enemy yet, he knows for sure that he can't possibly get past them.
Gray's Adam's apple bobbed.
"This..."
His voice was somewhat hoarse and difficult to suppress.
"Just how many Blood Corpse are there? It feels like it's already over 100,000..."
Nora unconsciously gripped the hem of his shirt tightly:
"What should we do now?"
What do we do now?
The north is Eternal Domain for deserters, while the Graycast Corridor of the east are separated by the Corpse Sea controlled by a grand duke.
Wandering aimlessly in the Wilderness of Chaos is an extremely dangerous thing.
They can guarantee their safety, and there's also a chance to return to the Great Labyrinth City afterward.
Gray could only think of one such place...
Looking at the horde of Blood Corpse hot on their heels, he grabbed Nora's wrist and said:
"Let's prepare to open the floodgates; we're heading to the Second Holy See again."
Nora's expression Solidification for a moment, but considering the dangerous situation, she quickly went to the control panel in the cargo hold.
"If we don't return to the Great Labyrinth City, who will report the news of the large-scale resurgence of Blood Corpse?"
"There are at least seven or eight routes through this large fortress; leave them to handle."
"Alright... there's a high chance our names will both be crossed out this time, it's just a shame it'll make the old man sad again..."
Seeing Nora's somewhat dejected expression, Gray began to ponder whether he could cause the Blood Corpse any more trouble.
Seeing that his wife was ready, he thought for a moment and said:
"Tilt the goods as slowly as possible, and ideally leave a mark on the ground."
"You want..."
Nora was somewhat surprised.
"That's right."
Gray nodded and said:
"I will ensure that the people of the Second Holy See can find the Grand Duke's sealed location!"
"Grand Duke? What Grand Duke?"
Nora suddenly realized why her husband looked so troubled; it turned out that what was sealed there wasn't a vampire marquis at all.
She looked at her husband in disbelief and murmured:
"Isn't this harming them?"
"You ruined them?"
The Soul Returner ' ruthless style of doing things flashed through Gray's mind like a slideshow:
I don't think so.