Chapter 189: The Red of War

Knock, knock.

"Come in." Toreisi's cool yet sweet, distinctive voice rang out. She flipped through the book in her hands—one of the few forms of entertainment on the sea.

Her intuition had already told her who was outside, but Toreisi still glanced over on reflex. It was precisely that glance that made her heart skip a beat.

Unlike the previous two days, her well-groomed jet-black long hair now draped naturally over both shoulders, the airy bangs at her forehead slightly slanted, her exquisite features cold as frost. This did not detract from her; on the contrary, she was like a work of art that should not exist in this world, one that ought to be separated from the mundane.

The black evening gown she wore had a slim-fitting design that gave the dress a strong sense of line; the hem was trimmed with hollowed-out lace, and a few black roses were scattered across the gown—neither too dense nor too sparse.

"Hahahaha."

Toreisi had, after all, seen plenty of the world. She pulled herself free from that brief moment of strangeness and burst into laughter, and gradually a single tear seemed to appear at the corner of her eye.

"Even I almost fell for it. Not bad."

"As expected! You're a rare good seedling." Toreisi closed the book, propped her head up with one hand, and fixed Luminefei with a burning gaze: "You can adapt to the role very quickly. I'm very pleased."

"From now on, you'll stay by my side as my personal attendant, and I'll teach you to master a few spells."

A sense of irritation rose in Luminefei's heart, but his face showed nothing. He simply nodded in agreement and asked calmly: "You said before that your mother was also a witch?"

Toreisi was in a good mood, so she didn't mind telling Luminefei about these things. She stretched out a hand, pointing to a nearby bed, gesturing for Luminefei to sit down and talk.

"Yes, that's right." Toreisi leaned lazily against the high-backed chair, her legs crossed, seemingly reminiscing:

"My mother was the White Saintess of the Monujiao Sect, a Sequence 3 big shot."

"Heh, she lived for over a thousand years, and her favorite thing to do was leave a trail of romantic entanglements everywhere. My father and I were just one of them."

"After giving birth to me as her offspring, she left. After some years she came back and then taught me this kind of power."

As Toreisi spoke to this point, her tone shifted slightly, like hatred and resentment.

"She clearly had several different pathways' mid-to-low Sequences in her hands, yet she still let me walk down this pathway."

"I now have one mother and one mommy. You know what I mean."

"." Luminefei had originally been a bit annoyed with Toreisi, but after hearing these things, the thought slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it: "You city folks really know how to play."

Everyone has it tough.

"Hmph." Toreisi didn't mind either, and said teasingly: "Let me give you a piece of advice. After you advance to Sequence 6, even women can become targets of pleasure, so you won't have to go looking for men."

"Considering we share the same taste of liking girls, if it were someone else, the pirates on this ship would be in for a treat."

"Then I really should thank you." Luminefei said flatly.

Whatever. In a few days anyway, your "old flame" Geriman Sparrow is going to come knocking on your door, and by then I'll pretty much be ready to leave.

There was originally a Weather God in Bansai Port who had accepted a primitive blood sacrifice, with a Beyonder characteristic roughly at Sequence 2. Find him, and with the help of that good-for-nothing pleasure-seeker, strip His Beyonder characteristic for my use. Maybe it won't be long before I can change back into a male.

Luminefei was calculating his next plan in his heart. After finishing reading this book, he spent some time sorting out the direction of the future.

But the City of Calamity feels like a place that's a bit too horrifying compared to the Source Castle.

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Two days later

"Luminefei said he wants to find the Weather God." Su Lin said to Miss Kelaien, holding a can of historical Coke: "But what's it got to do with us not sleeping at this hour?"

"Have a little patience, my friend." Miss Kelaien pulled out his Sequence 4 demigod self from history, transferred his consciousness into it, and immediately this historical projection came to life, indistinguishable from the main body.

"You've probably forgotten—the Weather God is a descendant of the War Angel Medici."

"To find the Weather God and learn more about Bansai's situation, isn't finding the War Angel the best choice?"

The Weather God is a descendant of Medici. His long-term occupation of Bansai Port may have been influenced by the City of Calamity, and that kind of cruel blood sacrifice should have a certain connection to the City of Calamity.

The City of Calamity is an unstable factor, and it's also related to the sealed Western Continent—Miss Kelaien's former Eastern homeland.

Compared to solving and investigating it later, Miss Kelaien hoped Luminefei could look into some things.

Su Lin rolled his eyes, glanced at Zhongli beside him, and said: "Yeah, but anyone who didn't know would think you're dragging us along to take out the Deyun Society trio."

Sauron. Einhorn. Medici—the three of them were originally absolute mortal enemies, not only because they were Sequence 1s on the same pathway who coveted each other's Beyonder characteristics, but also because of personality factors.

Basically the kind where if you exist, I don't.

He and the two Sequence 1 angels Sauron and Einhorn died together at the hands of the "Blood Emperor" Tudor. Unable to tolerate each other's existence in life, in death they were inseparable, fusing into one being to form an evil spirit.

Known as hotpot base.

"After all, I'm just a Sequence 3 Ancient Scholar, weak, pitiful, and helpless." Miss Kelaien left these words behind and leaped up, controlling his historical projection to glide through the night sky.

Su Lin and Zhongli watched that figure sprint rapidly across the rooftops, leaping again and again until it grew smaller and smaller.

In a certain sense, Miss Kelaien and Sauron. Einhorn. Medici are comrades in the same trench who can use each other, and who won't stab each other in the back in the short term.

Zaratul has a grudge against Sauron, Medici wants to cause trouble for Amon, and Einhorn, if conditions permit, would probably be willing to stab George III a hundred times to provide some help for his descendants in the Fusak Empire.

About a few minutes later, Miss Kelaien used a Flame Jump and vanished.

"Alright, time to get to work." Su Lin said to Zhongli.

Zhongli nodded slightly and began drawing a talisman in the void.

"Great God of War, symbol of iron and blood, sovereign of turmoil and strife." Miss Kelaien chanted the Red Angel's honorific name while staying on guard.

He vaguely felt that his historical projection had been marked, and then he used a Flame Jump.

The flames vanished, and a spacious living room immediately appeared before his eyes. There was an ordinary easy chair, and half-reclining in it was a tall, thin young man with decent features, his face deathly pale without a trace of color.

"Commendable courage. You're probably the most courageous Diviner I've ever seen." The "Red Angel" evil spirit, Sauron. Einhorn. Medici, extinguished the flame in his hand and said in a mocking tone:

"But I'm starting to doubt whether choosing you was correct. The maggots in your brain probably need a little sugar supplement."

"If I were you, I'd choose to use a marionette. The trust you place in me makes me feel the pressure doubling. Good heavens, there's still a Diviner like you in this world."

The corner of the Red Angel's mouth slowly curled up, and two mouth-like slits split open on his face.

'Pity you don't know Rosago, he's far braver than me.' Miss Kelaien silently complained in his heart, put on a polite smile, and said slowly: "I just have some things I want to ask you. This way it shows I have sincerity."

"Sincerity~~~" The Red Angel said with a flirtatious laugh: "So sincere. I think Amon two blocks away really likes this kind of sincerity."

Hearing this, Miss Kelaien took an object out of his pocket while the corner of his mouth curled up, and replied quite cheerfully: "I do indeed like this kind of sincerity."

As he spoke, he breathed on the monocle in his hand, put it over his left eye, and adjusted it slightly.

Sauron. Einhorn. Medici's smile instantly froze.

For a moment, the surrounding space seemed about to ignite, as if surging magma churned all around.

Very quickly, all of this subsided.

The Red Angel evil spirit looked Miss Kelaien up and down and laughed: "I'm starting to see you in a new light. Too bad you didn't take the Provoker's Beyonder potion."

"Back when Zaratul was digesting the 'Faceless' potion, he didn't dare to impersonate Amon in front of me either."

Under His gaze, Miss Kelaien felt a cold stare like that of a venomous snake fixed on him. Even though his actual rank had reached Sequence 3, he still felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, a chill rising in his heart.

'So this is the Angel of Imagination who once came within a single step of ascending to the divine throne'

Miss Kelaien smiled, took off the monocle and rubbed it in his hand a couple of times: "What I want to ask about concerns one of your descendants, the Weather God over at Bansi Port."

"Is there any way to find Him?"

The Red Angel evil spirit was briefly stunned, then scoffed and countered: "Heh, you didn't find any traces of the White Witch, yet you come to ask me about Bansi Port?"

"That's right."

"Why do I get the feeling you don't have any sense of urgency right now?" a mouth appeared on the Red Angel evil spirit's right cheek and said.

"Maybe it's because I don't need to be as rushed as before?" Miss Kelaien took off his top hat, sat down on a nearby sofa, and adopted a leisurely air:

"A friend of mine used to say that every journey has its end, so there's no need to rush."

"I believe that keeping one's elegance might solve most problems."

He looked at Miss Kelaien in this state with a strange expression, the three personalities within his mind communicating with each other.

【'Is this guy losing control?'

'Feels like a trap. Way too arrogant.'

'Shut up! I know, you two keep quiet.'

'A hunter goes all out against every prey.'

'Which is why you were the first to become prey back then.'

'That was just an accident!'

'Can you two hens shut up for a moment?'】

The Red Angel evil spirit smiled, a hint of danger surfacing in His gaze: "So you want to face Amon elegantly, have a ballroom dance with him — what a beautiful picture that would be."

"At that point your right eye should elegantly be fitted with a monocle."

Miss Kelaien nodded, the corners of his mouth gradually splitting open to reveal two neat rows of teeth: "Like this?"

He placed the monocle in his hand over his right eye socket.

Sauron. Einhorn. Medici instinctively took a step back. Miss Kelaien felt that sense of danger returning from every direction.

And right at that moment, Miss Kelaien took off the monocle and said with a hint of apology: "Just a joke."

Genuine killing intent overflowed from the Red Angel's eyes. His tone was low, carrying the murderous intent of an entire hell: "Very good. No Faceless has ever dared to provoke me like this. You don't think I wouldn't dare kill you, do you?"

Miss Kelaien's spiritual intuition began to warn him, yet he was not flustered in the slightest — he even pulled a table from the historical void beside him, upon which sat a tea set.

Then he placed a few delicate little cakes on top.

"I need to correct one thing." Miss Kelaien's main body stepped out from a gap in the historical void beside him: "I am an Ancient Scholar, not a Faceless."

This feels amazing. Sure, it's a bit like a fox borrowing a tiger's might, but so what? I've been Mr. Fool playing it safe my whole life — can't I go all out just once?!

This scene was clearly beyond the Red Angel evil spirit's expectations. His pupils contracted slightly, then returned to normal.

"Interesting." He fell into a rare silence, and then Miss Kelaien felt a trace of unknown danger appear in the surrounding space.

"And then?"

The Red Angel evil spirit was like a predator toying with its prey: "Let me see which angel you have an improper social relationship with."

The trap had already been sprung. He didn't even wait for Miss Kelaien to say the next word — several bolts of Lei Ting appeared in the space around Miss Kelaien. Accompanied by the tearing of space, frost appeared beneath Miss Kelaien's feet, threatening to freeze his very soul.

Though a little nervous inside, Miss Kelaien still calmly added some sugar to the iced sweet tea on the table.

Just as these attacks were about to tear him apart, centered on Miss Kelaien, some symbols lit up and began to twist and spread, like vines growing wildly.

The attacks were nullified, and these "vines" wound their way toward the Red Angel evil spirit.

Miss Kelaien pulled a historical projection from beside him — brown hair, golden eyes, a slender figure in a tailcoat, a walking cane in hand. It was none other than Backlund's most outstanding geologist, "Mr. Mora" — Zhongli.

His gaze was initially wooden, then became spirited and full of life.

As waves of flame erupted in the room to burn away those empowered symbols, Zhongli tapped his cane lightly against the ground, and rock spears sprouted from beneath the Red Angel evil spirit's feet like bamboo shoots after rain.

Without the slightest surprise, Sauron. Einhorn. Medici was pierced through into a hornet's nest.

He now doesn't even possess the Beyonder characteristic of a Sequence 2 — he has the rank but not the substance. Although he could steadily defeat the White Witch of Sequence 3, facing even a single angel would be a struggle, let alone Zhongli.

The remains on the rock spears melted into droplets of magma that fell from above, setting the floor ablaze.

In the spirit world woven with various colors, the Red Angel evil spirit was sprinting.

【'You think the current me would go all out against a Sequence 3 Seer? Foolish.'

'This kind of thing that relies on connections is truly disgusting!'

'When did he advance? This speed is way too fast.'

'No matter when he advanced, he's now an uncontrollable factor.'

'Hah, so the two of you really are more trouble than you're worth.'

'There's still one way — have faith alongside me in the Lord of the Creator, and receive aid from my Lord,'

'Sauron, join hands with me to control him.'

'I'd rather become that kid's marionette than have faith in your Lord of the Creator!'】

Just as the Red Angel evil spirit's interior was about to stage another 'stabilize the home front before repelling the external threat,' a rumble sounded from ahead in the spirit world.

Sauron. Einhorn. Medici's pupils contracted, and he panicked, wanting to flee in another direction.

A man with six pure Bai Guang wings on his back rode a strange mechanical construct with two enormous wheels — the rumble was coming from that machine made of cold, unfeeling steel.

That man shouted at the top of his lungs: "Move aside! I don't have a driver's license!!!"

Su Lin's eyes nearly split from their sockets as he frantically grabbed the brake, but it was already too late—the moment he channeled his divine power as fuel, the quantum motorcycle beneath him shot forward with him in an instant.

The speed had already carried him past his destination, and now he was only just driving back from the distance—mm, there was no way he could stop in time either.

Crash—!

Miss Kelaien and Zhongli watched the Crimson Angel Spectre fly backward out of the spirit realm and slam into the house's fireplace, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris.

(End of chapter)