Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

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"You damned devil!!"

The man with dull red hair fell to the ground, with most of his body being crushed by the broken walls, but he still insisted on spitting blood foam at the Angel of the Abyss with a ferocious expression. His face was covered with dust and blood, and there were several deep scars. He no longer had the arrogance of his youth, but only the old age that was carefully carved by time, hatred, and decades of pain. Even if Roselle saw him again, he could not connect this face with the man that He hated so much when he was in his twenties.

Besides, it had been a long time since Roselle looked down at the Sauron family that had been crushed and stomped into dust by Him.

"Hello, Florent, it's good to see you alive."

Edward greeted him calmly, squatted down, and the hem of his dress fell into the bloodstains on the ground.

"The last time I saw you was in the basement where the assassination plot was being planned. Now that Roselle is dead, your long-cherished wish should have finally been fulfilled."

Although he had experienced suffering and massacres, and his status had plummeted from a royal family to a barely surviving ordinary noble, the old Florent seemed to still retain some of his youthful habits. After all, some arrogance and dignity engraved in his blood could only be erased by death. His Highness Florent Soren took a few breaths with great effort. Several steel bars pierced his lungs. Living had become a kind of pain. He had suffered the greatest torture in the world just by breathing.

"Damn demon..."

He coughed up blood while speaking, with a crazy look on his face that was not sure whether it was sadness or joy. "Rossel is dead, Rosel is finally dead! It's a pity that I am not capable enough, otherwise I would definitely send you to hell! To make you regret your contempt for me. It's hateful that my sister didn't die for the family and honor, and you actually ignored me because of her and tore apart the rest of my people in front of me! Hateful, hateful!!"

Edward didn't care about these words at all. Instead, he nodded with some appreciation: "After being immersed in the blood of hatred for so long, I think you also have the potential to become a demon."

“Ha, ha, ha!” In just a few breaths, Florian’s face had completely lost all color. He floated on the dividing line between life and death. The vitality that Sequence 4 could increase for him could probably allow him to continue living in this painful and aging posture. “I would rather die than risk my life for you! Tell me! My poor sister, what did she give you for my life?!”

"Her soul? Damn it! How dare she sell her soul to the devil!"

"Then I'll trade my soul for hers!"

The Angel of the Abyss was slightly stunned.

"You are wrong, Florent. Adela has never pleaded for anyone, including you or herself."

"She likes you very much."

"So, I think she would be happier if she kept you."

Florian's green eyes, which were filled with madness, were blank for a moment, but only for a short time, and he returned to his hysterical look.

"You killed our father and mother, massacred our brothers and sisters, and took the lives of hundreds of people in the Soran family. You actually think that Adela will be happy if you leave me alone!" Floran's expression control has completely collapsed. "You have no human heart at all! What you did is disgusting, you are a lowly and despicable demon in human skin!"

Edward nodded in agreement. "I think so too. But I want to correct one thing. I think the 237 lives of the Soran family are not the minimum number for the massacre. The minimum number should be at least the one in the Battle of the Amanda Mountains against the coalition forces of Loen and Renburg."

Florent was so angry that he spit out blood and became even more dying.

He should have known that demons could not be understood by human thinking, but the resentment and anger suppressed in his mind could not be controlled.

At this moment, Edward looked up, somewhere in the collapsed palace, and called out in his usual voice: "Treynard?"

"…It's me, father."

A tall figure turned out from the corner. His silk ribbon was missing, and his reddish-brown hair was scattered on his back like dried blood. His gorgeous dress had several holes in it, and the lace cuffs were torn into pieces. There was a lot of dust on his body, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Heh." Floran raised his eyelids, looked at the young man who was related to him by blood, and said, "Disgusting son of the devil."

Trena Vaughan lowered his eyes, indifferent to the title, and spoke calmly: "Father, I left the team without permission to escort Charles Gustave to escape, but failed. The Steam Church caught him. But it is said that they failed to catch up with Bernadette Gustave."

"Roselle is dead, and they must think that the inheritance is in the hands of the two children." Edward didn't care and glanced at Florent. "Now they are just like you, remnants of the previous dynasty. Are you happy?"

A cold laugh emanated from the throat of the former Earl Soran.

Then, Florent closed his eyes, and his weathered and no longer handsome face finally revealed deep fatigue and relief. He looked like he had fulfilled his wish, and had no intention of struggling. His life was about to come to an end, so Edward ignored him and let him quietly shed his last drop of blood and take his last breath in this ruin. Treanor looked at the place where his uncle was buried, and a trace of grief flashed in his eyes, but he still chose to follow Edward's footsteps.

"I'm leaving Intis."

"Where are you going next?" "I don't have any plans. It's too easy to be discovered if I go to other countries now. I might go to the southern continent and visit the ruins of the Balam Empire, and then settle in Loen or Feysac in a few decades."

At this point, Edward suddenly stopped and looked back at Treanor, who was startled and suddenly felt that he had been caught in some hidden mystical connection, and everything from his soul to his internal organs was clearly seen.

"...You should stay in Intis." His father said carefully, "Your fate will be here for a long time after today. If I don't take you away, the world situation will continue to be turbulent. Staying in Intis, in the center of the war, is the best future for you."

"You don't have to follow me anymore. You are free, Treanor, to live your life as you like."

After saying that, the angel no longer looked at him. He stepped into the spirit world and disappeared directly from Trener's sight, not giving him any chance to ask or retain him. The latter did not seem to want to speak either. He stood there for two seconds, looked around, and saw that there was no one around and the medical team searching for the wounded and the dead had not arrived yet. He immediately turned around and ran back to the pile of ruins. He moved the collapsed bricks and arches with force, broke the steel bars and concrete, and dragged Florent out of the ruins with great effort.

The extraordinary characteristics had begun to emerge. Treanor collected the characteristics, carefully put them aside, and then found a clean step to sit down.

The Viscount, who was less than 40 years old, suddenly felt that his life had lost its purpose, but deep down he still had some yearning and fear for freedom. Intis was already in such a state of disrepair, what would happen next?
Then, an exit to the spirit world suddenly opened in front of him, interrupting his wild thoughts. Trenor was so burned by the heat wave behind the exit that he couldn't open his eyes. Edward, whose coat and half of his trouser legs were missing and whose hair was burnt and curled, walked out of the exit. He calmly brushed off the burnt ashes on his body and looked at Trenor as if nothing had happened.

"Bad decision. I forgot that I just ate the Angel of the Eternal Sun."

Edward even explained his current miserable state. He didn't care that Treanor dragged Florent out, as if he didn't see a body lying at his feet. Facing his son's stunned look, he asked, "Is Adela's funeral tomorrow?"

Traynor nodded.

Seeing this, Edward raised his right hand, stretched it out, and then gently stroked his ring finger with his left index finger - the entire ring finger of his right hand was cut off, and the spirituality in it was taken back, turning it into an ordinary finger. Near the root was a ring inlaid with tiny white diamonds and a ruby, and the broken end regenerated and grew back.

"Take it away and put it in Adela's coffin."

There was a neat circle of scar near the base of the new ring finger. Edward threw the severed finger with the wedding ring on it to Trenor, then opened a vortex-like door and walked into the dark world.

Treanor held the severed finger in his hand, sighed after a long while, carried Florian's already cold body on his back, and walked steadily towards the medical team.

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Two months later, in a city port in Loen.

The passenger ship to the South Continent is about to leave the port, full of sons who cannot inherit the family property, businessmen who dream of getting rich, and pirates who want to hide their identities and retire, ready to go to Balam for a big fight. They dream of becoming plantation owners, managing a large amount of property including slaves, or entering the comprador guild to seek power and wealth. In short, the South Continent is now a good place, and a ticket is hard to come by. The indigenous people there are docile and easy to tame, suitable for buying as servants. In addition, the relations between countries in the North Continent are now complicated, and the war seems to be imminent, so this place has become the best place for people seeking stability.

Among these passengers who were not noble and somewhat vulgar, there was one who stood out. He was neatly dressed, elegantly spoken, and had both the calmness of Rune and the casual enthusiasm of Intis. He was generous and polite but distant to women, so everyone naturally regarded him as a noble in distress, which triggered some small-scale discussions. Unfortunately, he often stayed in his private room and only appeared at banquets.

The voyage lasts 42 days and the route passes through some islands in the Sonia Sea, with brief stops at specific ports for replenishment of supplies.

While the kitchen was busy preparing the food for the dinner, some crew members and servants went down to the port to buy newspapers as ordered by their master. Newspapers originated in Intis, and the speed of news circulation made all countries unable to resist building newspaper offices, so that the people could learn the "latest" news of other countries more than a month later.

The Intis Emperor Roselle Gustav passed away. He was assassinated by the Eternal Sun Church and the former royal family, the Solon family. Many nobles were attacked and killed in the coup, and the aristocracy suffered a major impact... More than half of the government officials were lost, led by Edward Vaughn, the Earl of the Palace and Minister of War and Government. Several big figures disappeared or died, causing the government management system to be almost paralyzed... The Solon family tried to win over various forces to restore the throne, but the chips they could offer were limited and they had not yet received clear support. Thanks to these eye-catching news, the newspaper made a lot of money.

Passengers held brand new newspapers and talked about the current international situation. The pre-dinner dance almost turned into the Royal Hall. The door of a room in the first-class cabin was closed at this time. The Abyss Angel, who had already died in secular history, sat by the bay window, quietly looking at the sea horizon at sunset.

After a moment, He took out a small notebook from his arms and turned to a certain page - this page was filled with Intis language, written in a sloppy but elegant handwriting, with two pages of their future travel plans written in a fluent manner.

At the end of the travel plan was his own handwriting, listing the place names that appeared in the plan in Intis, such as "Inside the Dusk Palace", "Ruins of the Balam Empire Mausoleum", "Ruins of the Highland Kingdom", "Bay of Pasu Island", etc. Many of them were areas that were strictly prohibited from visiting by the authorities, which showed how much the person who made the plan trusted Edward's power.

Edward held the quill in silence for a few seconds, then slowly ticked the box next to "Baram Empire Mausoleum Site".

TBC
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A small climax ends, and the next chapter returns to the main text timeline.

However, considering the word count and the signing of the contract is nowhere in sight, I have to use fragmentary diaries and setting supplements to delay the process.

*I saw some readers were asking about the agreement between Decay and the Genie, so I’ll reply here.

The "unknown conversation" at the beginning of a previous chapter was actually between Decay and the Lamp God. Their deal was: Decay helped the Lamp God occupy the identity of a high-order second family, to a certain extent escape the control of the Celestial Lord and influence the two paths (to prepare for leaving the Earth). The Lamp God helped Decay find clues to the source. When this deal was established, their target was actually the royal family of Loen or Feynaport, but Roselle jumped the sequence and directly became half of the Black Emperor, so naturally he became the best hunting target.

Everyone knows what happened next. Roselle shined as the Black Emperor, and Decay was very interested in him. So he indulged in watching movies and forgot about the promise to the God of Light, and did not take action before his death. When Roselle died and was trapped in the mausoleum by the fierce pollution, the God of Light was unwilling to accept this identity with the pollution of the Mother Goddess. So in the end, the food that the God of Light had in his mouth flew away, and Decay could not get any clues about his own essence. The relationship between the two old friends is now tense, but the God of Light cannot really break up with Decay. (God of Light: King of Decay wdnmd) So it is necessary to separate work and hobbies.

(End of this chapter)