Chapter 732 403: A New Shell, Time of Harvest (Double-Length)

Even though Hudson had also recovered from the shock, he clearly focused his gaze on Rogel's Blood Shell: "Is this...?"

"Just a little trick."

A little trick...

Yinluo'er and Hudson fell silent. They had personally witnessed Rogel taking control of the body of the terrifying Crimson True Lord... You call this a little trick?

With a shrug, everything going smoothly, he even had the time to joke: "A top-notch body, naturally can't be wasted, must seize the moment."

"?"

While marveling at Rogel's technique, Hudson and Yinluo'er were also left speechless by his comment.

"Even in such greatness, you remain humorous and witty..." Yinluo'er felt a bit embarrassed.

His relationship with Rogel was certainly not as casual as Hudson's.

When Hudson first met Rogel, he was just an ordinary Extraordinary.

But when Yinluo'er first met Rogel, he was already a Demigod Level High Tier being, now even displaying epic Legendary Power.

Rogel behaved very human, quite unlike the cold, lofty god imagined.

If he spoke expressionlessly and high above... Yinluo'er might have had to kneel and bow his head before speaking.

After the jest.

Rogel looked towards the ruins of the Blood Royal City, as if thinking of something, furrowed his brow, and fell silent.

"...The death of the Crimson True Lord finally freed the Blood Sea from shadows, you need not blame yourself for it."

Yinluo'er noticed the change in his expression and said in a deep voice.

In theory, the deaths of millions of Low Tier Blood Race could have been avoided.

Yinluo'er only needed to destroy the ritual in advance.

But Rogel chose to have him perform the ritual, to release the Crimson True Lord and resolve it once and for all.

For his consolation.

Rogel did not respond, merely calmly withdrew his gaze.

He was mentally prepared for all of this and naturally would not be saddened at this moment.

"Next, I will temporarily leave this Blood Shell here to deal with potential crises."

"I won't overly interfere with this sea, just need you to respect the Black Tide, engage in trade acts, and provide me with Power of Faith."

"If there is any need, you can contact the Black Tide Secret Society in the Sea of Confession."

"Everything else, I'll leave to you."

Rogel succinctly stated his conditions.

He's no saint, he couldn't ignore the Power of Faith and vast faith territories.

At this moment, Yinluo'er was undoubtedly the pinnacle of Blood Race combat in the Blood Sea, with commendable character, making him naturally the most suitable to manage here.

"You have saved the Blood Sea, and should be respected by all Blood Race."

Yinluo'er respectfully saluted and agreed without hesitation.

After eliminating a multitude of curses from the Crimson True Lord and a group of greedy High Tier Blood Race, just wanting Power of Faith in the form of a trade... frankly, in Yinluo'er's view, that's no different from being a saint.

"Oh, there's one more thing." Rogel spoke again: "Release those intelligent lives being kept captive."

The blood of intelligent life is not essential for the Blood Race's survival, they pursue it merely because it tastes good.

This means humans and Blood Race aren't inherently enemies, just sporadically hostile.

But as long as it's not irreconcilable, Rogel doesn't plan to interfere too much.

Moreover, this doesn't mean Blood Race in the Blood Sea can't drink human blood in the future.

These Blood Race aren't fools, the Blood Sea has methods to cross the boundary mist, they can use other means if they need blood, like... buying.

Rogel is too lazy to bother with these aspects, he doesn't have the energy to arrange everything.

Even though this demand affects certain vested interests, Yinluo'er still didn't hesitate.

Can't see the person in front is showing in human form, yet drinking human blood? Brain's flooded?

Drinking Divine Blood would be more practical.

Despite Rogel showing equal treatment to all races.

Yinluo'er doesn't want any place to provoke Rogel's displeasure.

He might not manage other Blood Race, but he's secretly vowed to permanently remove human blood from his menu.

After all, there are many delicious types of blood in the world.

Rogel nodded slightly.

Then, he looked towards Hudson.

"The matters of the Blood Sea have concluded, I'll take you back to the Sea of Confession."

Hearing this, Hudson naturally had no objections either.

If it weren't for helping Rogel, he wouldn't have bothered staying here, he never liked the Blood Race or the environment in the Blood Sea.

Now that the Blood Sea matters are settled, he would only stay here out of boredom.

"If there's anything special, you can inform me."

Rogel handed a Black Tide Mark to Yinluo'er.

The next moment, the Black Tide surged, enveloping both him and Hudson's bodies.

When Yinluo'er's sight returned to Peace once more, the two had already vanished.

After he left, Yinluo'er finally sighed lightly.

The Blood Race has an extremely keen perception.

This made Rogel, although reined in his aura, still exert immense pressure, only alleviated after Rogel departed.

Looking at the ruin below and the occasionally appearing broken corpses of the Blood Race.

He remained silent for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh.

"The god's game, the mortals' apocalypse..."

Compared to Rogel, the Crimson True Lord never regarded these Blood Race as "descendants" or "progeny."

The Blood Emperor and a group of dukes at most counted as a Blood Bottle, taken when needed.

As for the Low Tier Blood Race, He was indifferent to them to the point of not even glancing.

The spirit of Faith at least cares about the Power of Faith.

Without relying on faith to become divine, High Tier beings directly see all Low Tier beings as insignificant.

This is the norm of the divine.

And someone like Rogel, in Yinluo'er's eyes, is truly an outlier among outliers...

...

Balahavi, City of Harvest.

"Goddess! Goddess!"

The islanders of the City of Harvest knelt on the ground, uttering heartfelt calls.

Under the leadership of Pope Alfredo, a group of Archbishops and elders bowed slowly toward the towering Divine Altar.

Above the Divine Altar, at the feet of the Mitega Goddess Statue, wheat was abundant, she cradled a baby, and wore a gentle expression.

Most of the Archbishops and elders had a dazed look in their eyes.

The remaining small part, looking relatively normal, seemed accustomed to this state, turning a blind eye to it.

After muttering a while, Alfredo slowly stood up and moved under the Divine Statue.

He closed his eyes, suddenly crouched down, and slightly opened his hands, like a father bending down waiting to embrace a child.

His unusual move made the relatively normal people frown slightly.

"Pope, what are you..."

Finally, an elder couldn't help but question.

What happened next made their pupils contract in terror.

Gurgle...

Beneath the Mitega Goddess Statue, viscous liquid akin to pus suddenly seeped through the brick seams, flowing downward.

Thread after thread, like thin worms, stretched densely from it, extending toward them along the pus.

A dazed Archbishop was instantly pierced from below by these threads, his body convulsing wildly as if electrocuted.

Others who retained their sanity witnessed this and wanted to flee in horror.

But they soon realized with terror that their bodies couldn't move at all, forced to watch the worm-like thin threads slowly move toward their bodies...

"Alfredo! You heretic! How dare you betray the Faith, desecrate the Goddess!"

Someone, aware of the inescapability, began lashing out angrily.

To this, Alfredo turned a deaf ear, maintaining his posture with a smile.

Rustle!

The next moment, the Mitega Goddess Statue shattered; a child-like figure with a strange, grotesque appearance and back covered in white fine threads crawled out from the abdomen of the obedient Goddess Statue, lying in Alfredo's embrace.

Alfredo cradled It with one hand, gently caressing the Goddess Statue's cheek with the other.

A moment later, he slowly rose, standing atop the Divine Altar.

He wore the radiant Pope's Robe, illuminated by the Harvest Golden Mango, holding the eerie child in his arms, pus dripping continuously from his elbow.

Below, were a group of clergy with twitching faces and contorted bodies.

The white threads kept expanding, and in just a few breaths it was about to cover the entire City of Harvest.

This scene was like a holy angel with demonic feet streaming black blood, sacred yet eerily disturbing, sending chills down spines.

Alfredo gently swayed the child in his arms, his eyes filled with nurturing love, he whispered softly.

"I've waited long for you, my child..."

"The world ahead shall undoubtedly belong to you..."

"This moment marks the time of harvest."