467 The Delayed Response (1/2)
The iron-black coffin with its strange patterns lay quietly in the center, and there seemed to be hidden shockwaves in the air that seemed to be silently colliding.
Emlyn White stood in the corner and lit the candles according to the normal ritual procedures, burning the essential oils and corresponding herbal powders.
A dense and unsteady atmosphere emanated, and after recalling the requirements of ”artificial sleepwalking,” Emlyn lowered his head, began to enter Cogitation, and repeated the honorific name of The Fool.
”The Fool that doesn't belong to this era.
”The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.
”The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.”
…
Amidst his monotone voice, Emlyn gradually entered a magical state. His body felt relaxed and reserved. It felt like he was in deep sleep, but his spirituality was light and energetic as it constantly spread outwards.
At this moment, he had a feeling that he was continuously drifting upwards.
In the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein was sitting at the end of the long bronze table, tapping his fingers on the rippling light screen to his side. He was expressionlessly watching the praying figure in amusement.
Although it was vague, Klein could tell at a glance that it was Vampire Emlyn White.
Very courageous, having the drive akin to buying a doll… Klein sighed and didn't respond.
He had previously tried to divine the purpose of the Sanguines, but he was unable to obtain any effective revelations. The only thing he was sure of was that it had nothing to do with the Aurora Order.
This piqued Klein's curiosity, but he wouldn't take the risk of responding to Emlyn White when a lofty Sanguine was beside Emlyn.
He didn't know if he could grasp traces of the mysterious space above the gray fog and threaten it like Blasphemer Amon. He had no intention to confirm it since he was dealing with an avatar of Amon back then. Yet, he was now facing a powerful Sanguine's true body.
There's no need to take risks on matters of no importance, even if I want to know the real purpose of the Sanguines… And it's not like there's no other way… Klein looked at Emlyn White in his state of ”artificial sleepwalking.” He said to himself with a smile, ”I can delay my response…”
He planned to wait until tomorrow or the day after. He would suddenly respond when Emlyn White was without protection and when the Sanguine had given up!
However, there was a premise, which was to first use divination to confirm the degree of danger.
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”Tail Devourer… Just like that river?” Derrick Berg suddenly thought of something.
Demon Hunter Colin solemnly nodded.
”Yes.
”It means that we may have stepped into a river that runs from its mouth to source, preventing our departure.
”Fortunately, this should only be remnants of that Angel of Fate's power. 'He' isn't hiding here.”
No, it's definitely certain, and it has long since been the case… Derrick silently said to himself.
At this moment, Colin took out a dark red metal tube. He unscrewed the cap and gulped it down.
His light blue eyes quickly turned lighter, tinged with silver. In the end, his pupils seemed to turn vertical, reflecting Jack's figure.
A few sparks of silver light lit up in his eyes. They circled or collided at random in an extremely intense manner.
Ding!
Demon Hunter Colin first stabbed his sword into the ground, and with a flip of his hand, he pulled out his other sword, smearing it with golden, sun-like oil.
Noticing this action, Jack's expression immediately changed, as if he was shrouded in a thick shadow.
Before he could open his mouth, Demon Hunter Colin moved. He pulled out his sword from the ground, leaving behind a blurry figure.
The golden and silver light shone brightly, illuminating the entire underground hall. The light before the little boy was the most intense.
After a mournful scream, the darkness once again shrouded the altar.
Jack stood in his original spot, without taking even a step. However, the face on his chest had disappeared, leaving behind only a hole where his pulsating internal organs could be seen.
A few meters to Jack's side, Demon Hunter Colin genuflected, his two swords hanging down at an angle.
In front of him, the face was torn apart, reduced to scattered eyes, a nose, and a mouth.
These organs spasmed and bounced like electric shocks, and soon they were still, rotting rapidly like they were supposed to.
In an instant, Derrick felt an invisible, aqueous barrier around him silently shatter.
Almost at the same time, he seemed to have left the swift river and returned to the bank.
Looking at the gloomy underground hall and the upside-down deity statue, and at Jack, who had a distorted expression and had fainted due to the pain, Derrick felt a sense of joy and relief.
He knew that he and the others had finally escaped the cycle of repeating their lives.