Chapter 638: Chapter 359: Yinluo’er (Double-Length)
At this moment, it seemed he had not used his authority to hide the Gelin.
This could be seen from the way those Blood Race soldiers on the giant ship repressed their hungry gazes.
The Duke of Yinluo’er, who had just appeared on the screen, was now right in front of them, as if he had anticipated this moment.
"Please take a step forward for a chat, my guest."
"Let’s go." Rogel chuckled and slowly stepped onto the giant Blood Race ship.
The rest followed suit after exchanging glances.
Only Hudson shook his head at Rogel, indicating he would stay on the Gelin.
Rogel didn’t insist and led the others into the giant ship under Yinluo’er’s guidance.
As the vessel of the Grand Duke of the Blood Sea, the giant ship was lavishly decorated in both style and structure, exuding an air of noble elegance while also being adorned with rare corals and sea monster skulls, adding a touch of danger.
The group sat in the largest room on the top floor.
Two tall Blood Race soldiers guarded Yinluo’er on either side, seemingly unwilling to leave.
They only turned and left after Yinluo’er gave the order.
From start to finish, these two Blood Race soldiers did not look at the Gelin crew with the same thirsty eyes as the others.
"Apologies, I still don’t know how to address you."
Yinluo’er looked at Rogel, acting very politely.
"Rogel." Rogel smiled.
"Mr. Rogel." Yinluo’er nodded at Rogel, then said, "I’m curious about what has drawn your gaze to my ship?"
Ordinarily, anyone who knew they were being watched would naturally be angry.
But Yinluo’er’s words were extremely polite, as though he were carefully avoiding conflict with Rogel, a strange powerhouse.
This cautious character is difficult to associate with his previous "trouble-seeking" demeanor.
Thus, the truth can only be that Yinluo’er had deeper considerations, which is why he attacked the Morton Clan’s ship.
"My crew is quite interested in the history of your Blood Race."
"However, I would like to speak with you alone."
Rogel said with a smile on his face, looking at him.
Upon hearing this, Yinluo’er was silent for a moment, then raised his hand.
Soon, a middle-aged Blood Race with a steady demeanor walked in.
Yinluo’er nodded at him, "Tell my guests about the Blood Race’s history."
After speaking, he looked at Rogel.
After giving Lina a reassuring look, the Black Tide rose, enveloping him and Yinluo’er, and they disappeared from the room.
...
In the pitch-black mysterious space.
Yinluo’er looked at the surrounding darkness, a trace of horror flashing in his eyes, forcibly suppressing the unease in his heart, looking at the Rogel before him.
"No need to worry, I mean you no harm."
Rogel’s expression was calm as he sat down directly, and the Black Tide quickly surged up to form a chair behind him.
Simultaneously, he gestured for Yinluo’er to sit down.
His words made Yinluo’er’s heart slightly relax, but he still did not let down his guard.
He really couldn’t fathom the thoughts of this suddenly appearing strange powerhouse before him.
At this moment, whether it was his identity as a Grand Duke of the Blood Race, his own strength, or the powerful army outside belonging to him, none could give him the slightest sense of security.
The reason he was so respectful to Rogel, and even though he discovered being watched, his speech was cautious, was naturally because he couldn’t fathom the other’s thoughts.
He was well aware that this strange powerhouse before him could crush him without even lifting a finger...
But...
Things had come to this point, so Yinluo’er could only take it one step at a time.
After he sat down.
"You didn’t attack the Morton Clan’s fleet because of some so-called conflict."
"And also, you’re not the Patriarch Yinluo’er of the Longus Clan."
Rogel directly threw out two bombshell statements, causing Yinluo’er’s blood eyes to constrict, his heart surging with turbulent waves.
How did he know?!
Yinluo’er couldn’t imagine how his two greatest secrets, which he had been hiding, had been exposed with a single word from Rogel.
The person in front of him... what kind of being was he?
"No need to be so surprised; it was just a little trick."
The flat tone of the other party left Yinluo’er extremely shocked.
"I have a doubt."
"Regarding the matters of the Blood Sea, most seem to be blocked by some inexplicable force, preventing further probing."
"That force is strong, but it’s just instinctual."
"The tier of the Blood Sea also shows significant differences compared to other places."
"I wonder if you could explain this mystery to me."
Rogel looked at him.
Yinluo’er immediately felt an invisible pressure envelop his body.
Faced with Rogel’s question, Yinluo’er appeared somewhat hesitant.
As if noticing his hesitation, Rogel spoke again: "Here, no one can eavesdrop... not even a True God."
Hearing his words, only then did Yinluo’er let out a soft breath.
After pondering for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "All the anomalies of the Blood Race originate from the source of the Blood Sea, the progenitor of all Blood Race..."
At this point, he did not continue.
Even though Rogel assured the safety here, he didn’t mention the exact name.
Subsequently, Yinluo’er recounted to Rogel the origins of the Blood Race in the Blood Empire and the six great clans in the Blood Sea.
In ancient history, a mighty True God level being fell because of a calamity.
But He didn’t completely die; instead, He used this fall to escape that terrifying calamity, to awaken again at an appropriate time.
He dispersed his soul and body.
The body was divided into six parts, each forming a powerful clan.
The soul was also divided into six parts, each managed by different clans, granting each clan distinct secret techniques and abilities.
Indeed, He managed to avoid the calamity in this special way.
However, when He wanted to awaken again.
The six great clans, formed from His shell, betrayed Him.
Because His resurrection required the bloodline of the patriarchs of the six great clans as the foundation and the sacrifice of six Crimson Artifacts.
The patriarchs of the six great clans were unwilling to lose their lives and equally unwilling to lose the secret techniques and abilities that maintained their rule.
This infuriated Him.
But He didn’t have the ability to directly threaten this race formed from His body.
However, His will could influence His bloodline to some extent.
Thus, He planted a curse within the bloodline.
He wanted this race to slaughter each other, hence the craving for blood.
He wanted this race to lose its power, hence the emergence of the Blood Embrace.
He wanted this race to suffer, hence the burning of sunlight.
Additionally, there was aging, illness, the diminishing of the bloodline, and plagues that only spread among this race, etc...
More weak Blood Race individuals emerged in this process, their bloodlines mixed, without talent abilities, yet inheriting most defects.
The suffering six great clans, due to the pain brought by these curses, ultimately chose to compromise.
But He did not choose to remove the curses, instead using it to warn the Blood Race.
Only during each Crimson Festival, when all Crimson Artifacts are gathered, can they temporarily escape the suffering brought by these curses.
And the Crimson Festival is undoubtedly paving the way for His resurrection.
’No wonder the tier rules of this Blood Sea are completely different from the outside world...’
’This is similar to Oduan, the Blood Race is almost entirely His bloodline, but He seems to have broken away more thoroughly than Oduan, unable to control the individuals of His bloodline, only able to influence their bloodline...’
After hearing Yinluo’er’s account.
Rogel seemed thoughtful.
He didn’t expect these characteristics of the Blood Race were due to a curse from the will of a True God, rather than being inherent in their bloodline.
"This is the story of the Blood Sea."
"Then, what about your story, Grand Duke Yinluo’er?"
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