This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees-Chapter 1789 - 490 Blood Skin Puppets

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Faced with Melinda’s sudden interrogation,

Matthew’s expression didn’t change much, and his tone was quite natural:

"Why do you suddenly ask?"

Melinda stared intently at his face:

"Because Master Guda mentioned that the female devil who sneaked into the Earth Core Dream managed to evade the Sky-reaching Matrix’s surveillance."

"To my knowledge, there are not many special Abilities within the entire Multiverse that can achieve this."

"And that includes the pure Blood of Barthor."

Matthew’s heart skipped a beat.

He mused:

"So you suspect it was Sif who did such a ludicrous thing?"

"Don’t you think that’s ridiculous?"

Melinda pondered:

"It really is far-fetched, but that girl has true Blood of Barthor in her veins. It wouldn’t be strange if she suddenly awakened into a fearsome female devil."

"She’s different from Rheager."

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"She’s destined to become a real powerhouse..."

Matthew responded indifferently:

"The case of Konda is right there for all to see."

"It shows that even what Master Guda tells us may not be the truth. I even suspect that the attack on Sky Heart Land might have been a drama he staged himself, just to draw us into his trap..."

Melinda shook her head:

"Even if Master Guda is powerful, he couldn’t control the Captains who are loyal to the royal family and the General Faction separately."

"The attack on Sky Heart Land should be real..."

Immediately,

she placed her eager gaze back on Matthew, as if trying to read more from his expression.

However, Matthew was an old hand.

He skillfully changed the subject:

"So, where exactly does Sif’s Blood of Barthor come from?"

This time it was Melinda who fell silent.

Matthew stared into her eyes.

She slightly turned her head away, not daring to meet Matthew’s gaze.

"If it’s inconvenient to say, you can also choose not to."

Matthew feigned understanding.

Melinda sighed:

"I stole it."

Matthew looked incredulous—

To him, Melinda was at most a somewhat clever woman.

The Blood of Barthor, a treasure of that level, must have been carefully preserved by the high-level devils of purgatory. How easy could it be to steal?

Furthermore, according to Rheager,

Melinda was pregnant at that time, and her power was barely at Tier 3, how could she possibly have stolen something so precious?

Seeming to perceive Matthew’s thoughts,

a hint of a bitter smile appeared on her face:

"Indeed, I stole it."

"But during the theft of the Blood of Barthor, a very powerful presence provided me assistance, and due to a previous promise, I cannot reveal his name—I even doubt the name he gave me is real."

"Regardless, I must keep my word."

Matthew raised his eyebrows.

This woman knows how to keep a promise?

Considering her nature and the background of the Blood of Barthor,

Matthew marked the strength of the mysterious person who helped Melinda steal the Blood of Barthor as above a Superior Legend!

"That person, would it be convenient to reveal which faction he is from?"

Matthew continued to probe.

This time, however, it was Melinda who changed the subject:

"Speaking of Sif, I know she’s very fond of you."

"Almost every letter she’s written to me has mentioned you."

"What I want to know is—how do you plan to treat her?"

With that,

her gaze intensively fixed on Matthew.

Matthew countered:

"In what capacity are you asking me this question?"

Melinda softly said:

"As Sif’s mother, of course."

"I care about her as well."

Matthew scoffed inwardly,

but outwardly, he simply replied:

"Is that so?"

"If that’s the case, the current situation isn’t suitable for discussing such a serious matter."

Saying so,

Matthew deliberately quickened the pace of exploration, distancing himself a few steps from Melinda, and they fell into silence once again.

The underground caverns seemed endless in this region.

They walked briskly for about half an hour before they finally seemed to be making their way to the bottom of the cavern.

Here, there emerged stone platforms grown out of the Abyss.

On the edges of these platforms were some blood sacs.

The deeper they went,

the more numerous the blood sacs became, and the malevolent aura from purgatory grew thicker.

Soon,

Matthew and his companion arrived at the central platform.

There,

he saw hundreds of bodies wrapped in the form of blood sacs, hanging down from the ceiling of the cave.

The ground of the platform was engraved with arcane and complicated phrases of Blasphemy.

The platform’s surface was filled with crimson like a carpet, made up of clusters of wriggling red fungi.

On the "red carpet,"

there lay human-like limbs, thighs, intestines, hearts, and various other organs scattered everywhere.

These organs were deep black in color,

as if their blood had been congealed for years, even decades!

On the opposite edge of the platform,

Matthew caught sight of Consonia, the black goat they had encountered before.

She was bowed, feasting on a heap of intestines piled up like a small mountain.

The goat was gobbling down her meal without pause, eating voraciously.

She seemed utterly indifferent to the approach of Matthew and his companion.

Matthew observed calmly.

He saw that at the center of the platform, a small pool of blood had been artificially excavated.

In the pool of blood,

a terrifying shadow was rapidly darkening.

Then a crisp, low laugh echoed.

Matthew turned his head, only to find a sturdy iron cage had appeared behind him, in which, squatting, was none other than the Devil of Hunger whom he had previously encountered on Hume Three—