When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 959 - 324: He Will Rise, and He Will Fall

“Everyone here has partaken of me—the Son of the Moon feeds on his own Blood Slaves, and I allow my beloved to feed on me,” slowly spoke Count Leipzig: “With the love accumulated over the years, when they consume enough of me, they gradually become another ‘me.’ It is not about taking their souls, but merging their souls with mine.

“They are not entirely themselves; they are another ‘me.’ In other words, I have made myself into these forms. Has anyone in Star Antimony decreed that one cannot carve one’s own severed limbs? Or decreed that people can’t turn themselves into works of art? They are all willing participants—not merely offering their bodies, but the sort of willingness that involves themselves.”

As Count Leipzig’s voice trailed off, the “vase woman” opened her eyes.

In a hoarse and ethereal voice, she said, “If you don’t believe me…”

Following that, the antlered youth chased by bullets also shed his fear and turned back: “Then I can change into someone else.”

The Holy Maiden stitched into the tree also looked over with difficulty: “Say the same to you.”

“Come assess the truth of this matter.”

“To prove the intensity, viscosity, and lethality of this love—”

“…Hmph.”

General Karl snorted coldly, frowning deeply as he blurted harshly: “Monsters.”

As his words fell, the statues each returned to their place.

Count Leipzig cheerfully walked up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder: “The Son of the Moon operates thusly… But, you just mentioned you are a Fifth Power Level Transcender? Perhaps… not anymore, right?”

“Correct. I am now ‘a warrior,’ ‘a fireshaper.'”

General Karl spoke calmly, slightly tilting his head.

The once dark golden pupils of his turned into blazing raging flames, as if they were just windows through which one could see a building burning fiercely in the darkness of the night.

“What, you want to kill me?”

General Karl countered: “Because I know things I shouldn’t… like the Ring of Ouroboros ritual?”

“The Red Chancellor had such demands, but I spared your life.”

Count Leipzig patted General Karl’s shoulder: “You should thank me for that.”

“Well, thanks for that—then I take back the comment about you being like a child in your teens.”

General Karl was not particularly surprised, he just nodded slightly and said in a tone that could sound either sarcastic or complimentary: “At least you can still negotiate with your elders… What did your family have to say?”

The General didn’t specify the matter, but Count Leipzig already knew what he was asking.

“I was just about to return to Leipzig when I was called back by my father.”

Count Leipzig complained, “It all started with that fool Alfonso getting into trouble… My father started smashing things in his rage again, this time even punching through the ceiling. But it’s fortunate he has such temper, at least he doesn’t take out his anger on people.

“And just after my father calmed down slightly, it was the matter of Banquet Celestial’s promotion—he was even more furious and threw whatever he could get his hands on, he even tossed me flying out of there. After all, he had long coveted that piece of dragon liver from Count Dorn… When I stopped them from silencing you, he demanded that I list Count Dorn as a sacrifice for the Ring of Ouroboros.”

“…Sacrifice?”

General Karl was stunned for a moment.

Count Leipzig honestly said, “Yes, one secret of the Ring of Ouroboros ritual is that you must choose a Fifth Power Level Transcender as the sacrifice—it was supposed to be you. Now that you’re no longer a Transcender, it doesn’t matter if I tell you this secret.”

“You’re telling me this so candidly, aren’t you afraid I’ll tell the others from the Rose Cross Society?” General Karl was quite astonished.

“Heh,” Count Leipzig laughed, “Is it possible, almost everyone knows this—except you? They know this, but they have not told you… not even the details about the Ring of Ouroboros ritual. You should know what this implies, right?”

“…Hmph.”

General Karl gave a cold snort, also knowing that Count Leipzig had once again done him a favor.

Compared to the Demon Scholar, he was too upright and thus he did not fit in. It was also for this reason, compared to other Fifth Power Level Demon Incarnates, his ability to control the demon inside him was the weakest… and in this “time to pick someone for sacrifice,” naturally the least favored General Karl received people’s “joint recommendation.”

Not even one came forward as an informer.

Karl could only nod and take in this cheap, expired favor: “I’ve noted it—whether it’s you or them.”

“Don’t blame me. As you know, I was only able to join the Rose Cross Society because of my father’s influence. In The Association, everyone knows that I am not the original Prince Heinrich. I can inherit my predecessor’s social relations purely because I represent the Red Chancellor…”

Count Leipzig smiled: “Exactly because of this, they will not treat me as one of their own. At the very least, they will avoid me when it comes to the plan of the Son of the Moon. In this regard, perhaps my intelligence is not as good as yours…”

“Indeed.”

Karl nodded: “I have some intelligence here that may interest you.”

“I have some too—how about you go first?”

Count Leipzig said amiably.

“It’s not just within the Rose Cross Society. The entire Association now believes that Count Doane was personally killed by the Red Chancellor—the Association is very dissatisfied with this. And the Red Chancellor’s son was given an equivalent retaliation by Sprengel, to which the Red Chancellor chose Silence.

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“There are a few Demonology scholars within the Association who have lower ranks, instructed by their superiors to provoke the Red Chancellor and demand him to respond… Among them are members of the police and the media, who have spread the news that ‘the Red Chancellor is suspected of murder’. Conveniently, many others received orders and began to write denunciations of the Son of the Moon, proclaiming his many vices.

“Of course, in my view… these are all true. At least they are not lying; they’re simply writing the things they were not allowed to write before.”

General Karl provided a sharp commentary.

“Is that all?”

Count Leipzig smiled: “I already know all this—do you want to know the fate of those people?”

“What?”

Karl was startled, subconsciously clutching his cane: “You said… fate?”

Count Leipzig raised his eyebrows and spoke leisurely:

“After my father calmed down for the second time, his mood actually improved. He told me… we no longer need to endure, because the god belonging to the Son of the Moon has been born.

“Neither the Blood Celestial Marshal nor the Eternal Self would easily respond to our prayers; the Fallen Celestial Marshal worshipped by Demonologists, also a deity of vice, cannot provide protection for Star Antimony; the Spirit Amber Celestial Marshal worshipped by the Spirit Summoning Tower likewise does not offer protection for the living; and Alchemists don’t even have a related sacred protector at all.

“Now, it is our Son of the Moon who is best suited to be the ruler of Star Antimony—the Banquet Celestial Marshal is unlike other Celestials who are indifferent to the Material Realm; Dragon Master is our ancestor and is famously hospitable. Certainly, He will be able to protect Star Antimony, just as the Silver-Crowned Dragon protects Avalon.”

“…So what?”

“So, those ‘members of The Association who denounced the Son of the Moon’ that you talked about—have all been killed by us.”

Count Leipzig answered: “Drained of all their blood, ready to be strung up in Leipzig’s municipal plaza come morning. Leipzig will become the new capital… I’ve bought you a house right in the heart of the capital, are you happy?”

“…All killed?”

General Karl was shocked: “And drained of blood? Aren’t you afraid that people’s resistance towards the Son of the Moon will further increase?”

“Resistance? What can they use to resist?”

Count Leipzig laughed: “Those who dare resist, will all be killed.

“My father said, we need not care about laws, public opinion, or news anymore—the Red Moon belonging to the Son of the Moon has descended and we must seize this opportunity. The people of Star Antimony have been longing for their true god for far too long… and Son of the Moon around the world have yearned for this day for far too long.

“Now, the time has come. It is time to hold a bewitching celebration to honor our lord’s ascension.

“Whoever dares to make a sound now, hangs; whoever dares to resist, dies… Regardless of who actually killed Count Doane, it signifies that the Demon of Winter is no more and we no longer have any natural enemies.

“You see, during the Imperial Era, demons of the caliber of Flame Demon, Demon of Winter, and Night Fiend were worshiped by the ignorant masses as gods… They are all apostles of the Fallen Celestial Marshal, not something you could summon on a whim.”

“And… Your Majesty?”

At the moment General Karl uttered these words, he already had a bad premonition: “And… what about the Black Chancellor? What says the Spirit Summoning Tower?”

“My father said…”

Feyn Heinrich von Leipzig spoke calmly, one word at a time: “He will personally deal with Little Alfonso, and there will be no problems. His resolve is set; even the ‘Principle’ can’t stop him.”

“The curtain he drew back must be brought down by him. He who rose must fall. Just like the sun, moon, and stars, in eternal rotation, day and night forever bright…

“—That is called, having a beginning and an end.”