Unholy Player Chapter 533 Henry's Plan (Part 1)

The Blood Sect, true to its title, formed a group that united various races and all sorts of people sharing the identical outlook.

Provided someone agreed to switch their Path over to the Blood Path and held sufficient power or sway in the Midlands, entry into this group was open to all, no matter their origins or previous allegiances. Kaelor stood alone as the sole member of his race in this assembly.

This isolation stemmed not from any inherent goodness in his race that resisted altering their Paths, nor from lacking the strength to enter such a formidable group.

Rather, his race teetered on the brink of total annihilation, destined for an unavoidable demise. Their population dwindled steadily with each passing year.

Known as the Mechari, this race suffered from sparse numbers due to their reproduction process diverging sharply from that of other species.

Unlike the majority of races that bred via physical union, the Mechari came into being through the efforts of their elder, knowledgeable members known as Creators. Essentially, every fresh Mechari was crafted instead of delivered into the world.

Regrettably, every Creator had vanished ages ago. Just one lingered, yet his advanced age prevented him from generating any new Mechari for hundreds of years. Incapable of imparting the essential lore for creation, the absence of that wisdom blocked any fresh offspring, leaving the race without a future.

Thus, upon spotting the airborne drone, Kaelor instantly identified it as a far-off relative. A spark of hope ignited right away, prompting him to voice the initial query that sprang to his thoughts ahead of the others.

"Is there a Creator here?"

Tremors shook his joints while the concealed mechanical cogs inside him whirred at high speed. The escalating heat and pace intensified as thrill coursed via his wiring, nearly causing his structure to overheat.

His whole existence had focused down to one vital purpose. Securing a fresh Creator for his kind was essential to revive their numbers and avert total extinction, regardless of the distances he might traverse.

That very aspiration also drove his decision to align with the Blood Sect. With no answers forthcoming from the established four gods, he opted to gamble on an unfamiliar deity. This choice demanded treading a route that terrified the masses.

"Creator?" Zephan and Liora echoed, puzzled. They caught the abrupt change in his attitude and shared a glance, puzzling over the significance of that term to him and the reason it sparked such intense eagerness.

In the meantime, the drone floated closer to the group and halted at a brief interval. It maintained its hover with eerie steadiness, free from any quiver or adjustment.

Suddenly, a holographic display unfolded before it. Rays beamed from its projector, revealing a form that began to address them.

"Lady Liora, Lord Zephan. Sorry to interrupt, but could you please brief me on the situation?"

Henry Bates was the figure addressing them via the display.

From the beginning, he had monitored the scene via surveillance cameras deployed by the STF across the vicinity. The video captured and relayed directly to his workspace, delivering a constant stream of all actions.

Observing Sevrak's swift demise brought a profound sense of ease washing over him. The stakes placed on these three leaders had yielded rich rewards, with the outcome beyond dispute.

Yet, in that same moment, witnessing the remarkable growth in the trio's might planted a subtle concern within him. It lingered softly yet insistently.

As long as Adyr remained in slumber, no figure possessed the clout to curb these three beasts should they choose to oppose the Humans. This reality weighed heavily in his thoughts, impossible to ignore.

Therefore, upon viewing the battle conclude with Sevrak's fall and transition to idle talk, he sensed an urgent pull to participate. Presence was crucial before events veered into uncontrollable territory. "Lord Henry," Liora and Zephan responded with courteous salutations.

Even though they recognized Henry Bates as a mere mortal, his humanity elevated his standing. As the overseer of the Human City at present, his role commanded respect akin to that of a Rank 4 Practitioner in these lands.

Zephan stepped up to outline the circumstances. "These two hail from the Blood Sect. They arrived seeking a relic named the Heart of the Blood Palace. They suspect it's located nearby and seek permission to access the city for their hunt."

The instant Henry caught the name, a slight constriction gripped his chest.

It's fortunate I chose to enter their discussion. A profound surge of comfort swept over him, affirming his wise intervention.

Of all those gathered, solely Henry and Rhys were aware that Adyr had discovered and employed the Heart of the Blood Palace. Should the secret reach others, particularly Zephan, disaster would surely follow.

The fallout would intensify if Zephan pieced it together: Adyr slaying his forebears, then harvesting their blood to empower the artifact, all masked as aid to the Lunari.

Henry masked his unease with expert poise and paused briefly in quiet. He assessed his choices carefully, aware that precise phrasing was key.

Afterward, he addressed them steadily. "I see." He inclined his head, his expression betraying no unease. "They are correct. The relic, or rather its leftover fragments, resided

within the city."

Henry avoided feigning ignorance of it. He acknowledged its prior ownership straightforwardly, treating it as a mere troublesome detail.

Liora and Zephan observed the projection with little astonishment. The true nature of the relic escaped their knowledge entirely.

Arvyn, though, appeared as though a brilliant light had flared in her gaze. Joy erupted at once, as this validation alone justified the entire voyage.

Conversely, Kaelor gaped at the drone in stunned silence. Its vocal output deepened his astonishment. Thin wisps of vapor escaped his metallic auditory vents and oral slit, signaling his inner temperature had surged past his body's limits.

Zephan squinted at the phrasing, "Were?"

Henry dipped his head once more, unflinching. "Indeed. Our Lord Adyr located it by the peaks and claimed it." He hesitated, then continued with a graver inflection, "You likely can infer its current location."

At these words, Liora and Zephan gulped deliberately. Pinpointing its whereabouts proved simple for them.

Adyr's months-long disappearance on "family" matters supplied the clue.

Should their assumption hold, the full might of the Blood Sect descending would barely afford them a peek at the relic. Seizing it through conflict lay utterly out of reach.

Naturally, such notions occupied only Liora and Zephan's minds.

"Tell us where it is now," Arvyn demanded eagerly, having grasped the full Latin dialogue between the pair and the odd hovering device.