Chapter 462: The Tears of the Whale King

Beneath the roots of the Ancient Gomodoro Tree, countless Wriggling Demons had been nurtured—perhaps hundreds or even thousands. Among them, a single Blue Giant infant would emerge!

Why did the Blue Sky Tribe not consider the Wriggling Demons to be of their kind?
Charlot speculated that upon reaching maturity, the Wriggling Demons were released through the labyrinthine underground tunnels, spreading across Solomon Island. However, the Blue Giants were extracted and born elsewhere, from a specific location within the Ancient Gomodoro Tree.

Charlot was now certain he had misjudged earlier. The Ancient Gomodoro Tree was not benevolent—it was utterly insane.

This divine entity might appear normal at first glance but had completely lost its sanity. It likely harbored self-destructive tendencies as well. In any case, it shared a chaotic alliance with Eumibella and Amon, forming a trio of notorious entities onboard the same metaphorical ship—a situation bound to be tumultuous.

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Drusineia sped through the tunnel, abruptly halting. Without turning, she coldly commanded, “Show yourself!”

Emerging from the darkness, Gareth Mecklenburg stepped forward, his body emanating blood energy. Stretching his limbs, he declared, “I have condensed the eight Knight Proofs and reclaimed my place among the Commanders of the Thousand Knights! I don’t care who you are—if you threaten my father, I must eliminate you.”

Behind Gareth, eight distinct visions manifested—God of War, Scribe, Banner, Hill, Ocean, Storm, and others. With each step forward, one vision disappeared. When the final Knight Proof materialized and faded, a Bloodsteel Lance slowly emerged from the void.

With a low growl, Gareth seized the Bloodsteel Lance.
“Damn this hound! Such a nuisance!” Drusineia cursed under her breath.

Raising her Alchemical Pistol, Blood Demon, she squeezed the trigger.
Gareth’s Bloodsteel Lance spiraled, enveloping the blood-red glow in a protective barrier before casually hurling it aside.

Drusineia, having mastered Juno Arthur’s unparalleled marksmanship, responded with precise shots. The Blood Demon fired six blood-energy bullets in two triangular formations, sealing all of Gareth’s potential paths of attack.

The Bloodsteel Lance, a fused and mutated weapon born from the eight Knight Proofs, had no special abilities other than vampirism and extreme durability. Gareth brandished the lance in a sweeping motion, unleashing a powerful Bloodfire Combat Energy that prematurely detonated the six bullets.

In the cramped underground cavern, the two exchanged dozens of blows, neither gaining the upper hand.

Drusineia’s wide array of abilities, unpredictable techniques, and swift movements, paired with the Blood Demon, gave her a versatile edge. However, she could feel the vast gap in power between herself and Gareth. His strength had fully returned to the peak of Rank 22, far surpassing her own.

Never had a Blood Thrall reached such heights!
Drusineia had no intention of prolonging the fight. Having finally escaped Juno, she had no desire to waste time here. With a flicker of her form, she shifted from corporeal to incorporeal, vanishing from Gareth’s sight.

Unhesitating, Gareth chose a direction and pursued her.

Blood Butchers were infamous as the “hounds” of the vampires, partly because of their heightened sensitivity to blood-energy fluctuations. This innate ability allowed Gareth to track hidden vampires with ease.

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Charlot witnessed the destruction of numerous Wriggling Demons along the way, his unease growing with every step.

Drusineia was one of Juno Arthur’s three “nocturnal” Blood Thralls.
Gareth, despite his flaws, was still an ally.

But Charlot couldn’t fathom why Drusineia ignored him entirely, nor why Gareth seemed out of control.
Passing through the cavern where the two had fought, Charlot furrowed his brow. It was obvious to him that both combatants were vampires, leaving no doubt that it was Drusineia and Gareth who had clashed.

“Why would they fight each other?” Charlot wondered, perplexed.

His greater concern lay with Gareth. He had deliberately suppressed Gareth’s power after the Flame Evil God Anururu shattered Gareth’s soul. While Gareth retained extraordinary strength, he had been unable to wield it effectively. Charlot feared that regaining his power would restore his memories. To prevent this, he had guided Gareth to train as a Blood Butcher. However, based on Gareth’s combat performance, his strength had fully recovered to Rank 22, albeit with altered attributes.

Even Argon and Andreas noticed the lingering traces of battle in the cavern. They correctly deduced that Gareth and Drusineia had clashed, as the residual blood-energy was overwhelmingly potent. Yet they, too, were baffled by Gareth’s pursuit of Drusineia.
The situation grew increasingly complicated, prompting both to proceed with heightened caution. After all, they knew of Gareth’s enigmatic origins as Charlot’s “prodigal son.”

Could Gareth have suddenly awakened?
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Charlot suddenly heard a sound akin to a whispered melody. Glancing at the Whispers of Fate, a golden serpent-shaped ring on his finger, he noticed it nudging him toward an untraveled path.

Without hesitation, Charlot abandoned his pursuit of Drusineia and Gareth, instead taking a narrower tunnel.
Argon and Andreas followed silently, understanding the dangers around them. Their sole focus was ensuring Charlot’s safety.

As Charlot advanced, the Whispers of Fate subtly guided him at every fork in the path. After over two hours of walking, the tunnel opened into a small valley.

At its center lay a crystal-clear pool. The water was so transparent it seemed unnatural—devoid of fish, algae, or any plant life.

Kneeling, Charlot reached into the pool. The Whispers of Fate fell silent, while another golden ring on his finger stirred with strange power, drawing water from the pool.
Startled, Charlot quickly realized what was happening.
“The Tears of the Whale King!” he exclaimed softly.

He raised a hand to stop Argon and Andreas, who had rushed to “rescue” him, and focused on the two golden rings.

The ring sealing the Radiant Holy Kingdom had originally depicted Eumibella’s graceful curves. Now, three additional images adorned it: a lush tree with sprawling roots and leaves, an endearing whale, and a small boy hidden beneath Eumibella’s gown.

The four distinct symbols formed a bizarre and ominous golden ring.

Charlot could sense its growing malevolence.
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Settling down, Argon sighed. “I’ve never experienced such a whirlwind of adventures. Life with Mr. Mecklenburg is thrilling to the point of excess.”
Andreas nodded. “Who would’ve thought that post-war life would be even more exhilarating?”

“On this island alone, we’ve encountered countless mysteries.”
“And to think, we’re not here to explore the island but to challenge an evil god.”
Andreas smirked. “At this rate, confronting the evil god might just be another routine day.”

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