Chapter 583 - 228: Hmph, Dream On

"What is that?"

"Is it a spoil of war that the great ’Master of True Slaughter’ brought back from the outside world?"

"What a beautiful woman..."

The Extraordinary guards stared at the figure beneath the dome of light.

When the graceful figure’s true face was revealed, they couldn’t help but gulp. A beautiful woman?

But soon, their expressions all turned serious—

"Look, the Slaughter Angels are heading over... Whoa! They’re actually bowing to that woman?"

"Who in the world has come?"

"Looks like that ambitious ’Master of True Slaughter’ brought back a powerful ally. He even sent out those villainous Angels."

"Damn it, you remember when that other person arrived a long time ago?"

"Of course I remember. If it weren’t for that bastard’s suggestion, why would we be fighting the other side again? Dammit!"

A short while later, the woman followed the Slaughter Angels with their half-black, half-white wings and disappeared over the distant horizon.

"Looks like she’s not heading to the royal court?"

"Hmph. It could also be another one of that bastard’s schemes, trying to devour the entire light!"

"We can’t let him have his way! Quick, tell..."

Clelia, surrounded by the Slaughter Angels, was unaware of this conversation. But at that moment, she was growing curious about this so-called "Real" world.

"This is the kingdom McCarthy stole?"

"I advise you not to speak the name of the great ’Master of True Slaughter’ so casually, woman!" a two-winged Slaughter Angel in black-and-white patterned armor said coldly.

"Oh? McCarthy, McCarthy... I said it. What are you going to do about it?" Clelia’s bright eyes held a flirtatious glint as she parted her lips and repeated McCarthy’s name several times.

"You!?"

"Horus, she’s provoking you." The four-winged Slaughter Angel in the lead spoke without turning his head. "Remember the great master’s command: deliver her safely to Tiran!"

"Yes, Angel Leader!" The two-winged Slaughter Angel shot Clelia a cold glare, then lowered his head and ignored her.

"How dull."

Clelia pouted and let her gaze fall upon the world below.

Bathed in the light of the halo above, this place seemed to know no night. The people below were perpetually busy with all sorts of tasks.

There were common people farming, blacksmiths forging equipment, and guards transporting supplies... Hmm?

In a corner of the continent, she also discovered a region of high towers—thirty of them in total, neatly divided into five areas, each with a distinct symbol upon it.

They were none other than the five great Wizard Schools: Phantom, Spiritual Secret, Machinery, Blood Spirit, and Shadow...

’Interesting...’

A smile touched Clelia’s lips. The initial feeling of hesitation and helplessness was somewhat dispelled by this ’bright’ world. She even found herself wanting to rush back to Wei’en’s side, to tell him everything about this place, to share it all with him...

"Tell me about this place, won’t you, Lord Angel Leader?"

"The ’Real’ world. The kingdom controlled by the great master. A realm where ’Slaughter’ is the eternal law,"

The Angel Leader glanced back at her, his expression flat. "I hope that you will abide by the great master’s decree here, do what He has instructed you to do—proclaim the doctrines of the Night Church, gather followers, establish the Night Legion... and don’t do anything unnecessary!"

"Oh?" Clelia sized him up, then said thoughtfully, "I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before..."

The Angel Leader’s expression changed slightly, veins popping on his forehead. He whipped his head away and said gruffly, "Your memory is flawed, Puppet Queen!"

"Of course. If it weren’t, McCarthy’s projection alone wouldn’t have been able to bring me here."

"A final warning: do not mention the great master’s name again. It will do you no good!"

"Fine, I won’t, don’t be so serious. So tell me, that place over there looks like where the Wizard Schools are. Does this ’Real’ world have Wizard traditions too?"

"That is none of your concern!"

"Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I’ll contact your great master and have him mete out divine punishment on you. Don’t forget, I was invited by him. I am not your prisoner."

The Angel Leader’s eyes flickered. He fought back the urge to turn around and cleave her in two, forcing the words out through gritted teeth, "That is indeed where the Wizards are!"

"Compared to the ones outside, how strong are they?" Clelia asked, covering her mouth to hide a smile.

"There are only a few Legendary Mages."

"Is that so? What a pity. What else? What are things like in Tiran, where we’re headed?"

"There... there is only a group of unbelievers," the Angel Leader said, looking somewhere ahead. "They enjoy the great master’s protection, yet they constantly slander Him."

"Oh?"

"So, I hope you can change their minds and turn them into the great master’s devout followers!"

"Of course, of course. That’s exactly why I came here."

Clelia let out a few flirtatious laughs. Of course she was here to gather followers. The Night Church, the Night Empire, and the Night Legion—she wanted them all.

’But will they come to believe in that bastard... Hmph, in his dreams!’

...

...

Under the crimson glow of the red moon, the *Leonard* continued its voyage.

But this once-majestic Five-Masted Sailing Ship, after enduring two battles against projections of gods, was now so ravaged it resembled a Ghost Ship.

Of its five tall masts, only the mainmast remained. The once-white sails were tattered and torn, whistling as the sea breeze blew through them. The deck was pocked with craters and stained with blood that was impossible to wash clean. There were even bits of flesh piled up in the cracks and corners, forming a dark green sludge under the red moon’s light.

The worst damage was to the bow. The figurehead of the Lord of Dawn, which had once protected the ship, had vanished completely, leaving only an ugly gap...