Unholy Player Chapter 535 Henry's Plan (Part 3)

A profound hush descended upon the devastated terrain, so thick that the very damaged atmosphere seemed frozen in place.

Sudden silence gripped the far-off bird calls. The gentle wind altered its path, as if dodging an invisible force. It swept over fractured rocks and burned soil. High overhead, the sun continued to gaze down on the realms beneath it, radiant and grand as always.

Kaelor's shocking revelation caused all present to stand motionless. Even Soulforge Throgar, who lingered there idly, responded. His dual visages swiveled simultaneously. One contorted in terror, while the other glowed with intense thrill. The shift happened so abruptly it resembled a mechanism activating within him.

"You... Why did you..." Aryvn stammered, her eyes bulging as she gazed at him. Words failed her to confront this twisted heap of machinery before her, resembling a mobile testament to lunacy.

Kaelor had forever been the prudent type, prioritizing discretion and moderation over all else, occasionally to an extreme degree, weighing each phrase and shielding every clue as if it might draw blood.

Yet at this moment, he exposed their sect's supreme ambition to outsiders. Including foes. This surpassed mere folly and recklessness. It appeared as though he'd resolved that repercussions held no sway anymore.

We can't let them live.

Aryvn resolved in a flash. Murderous resolve flooded her frame. Her crimson Rank 4 aura tainted the surrounding zone, coloring the particles and atmosphere while drenching the vicinity in ancient savagery.

Every observer had to be eliminated. This needed doing prior to the secret falling into improper hands. She aimed to stop the details from circulating via talks, couriers, or whispers. Before it escaped all bounds.

She prepared to obliterate them all via one technique sequence in a swift, spotless strike, rapid enough to leave zero remnants—no gore, no remains, no residual energy linking back to her.

Yet prior to acting, the drone's following statement stopped her cold.

"The God of the Blood Path, huh? It should be very difficult to resurrect someone like Him."

Henry uttered the words like pondering a mildly tough arithmetic puzzle, composed and pragmatic, as though mentally cataloging approaches and expenses already.

Not a hint of worry crossed his features. Neither regarding their aim. Nor labeling them sacrilegious. Nor any such matter.

He took it in stride with utter casualness. His inflection remained unchanged. His tone held firm via the drone, treating it as mere data to store.

Aryvn found herself thrown off balance. Her lethal urge evaporated in an instant. Astonishment pinned her in place, and the scarlet hue of her aura dissolved from the nearby air like a fire snuffed out.

Difficult? This entity deems our Blood Sect's eternal pursuit merely difficult?

Then comprehension struck her abruptly.

Her thoughts returned to the mentions of this domain's master. An inhabitant of the Central Region.

Her outlook and insight soared to unprecedented levels. It was akin to peering at existence via a slim slit, which abruptly expanded wide.

A realm rumored to house Demigods. Just a single stride from true Divinity...

Naturally, for such beings, immersed in genuine might and striving for godhood, reviving a God amounted to no more than a straightforward task, demanding, indeed, yet feasible, firmly inside the scope of their convictions.

Zephan and Liora pondered in similar fashion. They gaped at the drone with astonished, unblinking stares. Their expressions rigidified, as if fearing a mere flutter of eyelids might obscure the import of Henry's statement.

Humans already operated on a plane ridiculously elevated in their view. Yet Henry's demeanor revealed their ongoing misjudgment. These beings possessed not just raw power but an altered grasp of feasibility. Truthfully, Henry feigned no composure or grandeur. His response rang true. He resembled one compelled to embrace the unbelievable so often that another failed to rouse alarm.

Upon learning Adyr had forged a Path—an feat deemed exclusive to Gods—his worldview had already fractured. It splintered beneath the immense weight.

It resembled a fellow accustomed to tycoons. Encountering a mere magnate, he viewed him as yet another affluent soul. Not from hubris, but due to an altered gauge of magnitude.

Still, certain worries lingered for him.

Grasping the Blood Sect's objective—rousing their Path's originator—he sensed being pulled into a contest. A timer ignited the instant Kaelor's utterance escaped.

We need to figure out how to wake Adyr up soon. He thought with

determination.

Their adversaries wielded the Blood Path. They sought to revive their Deity.

Humans now commanded the AXION Path too. And Adyr, its proprietor, already appeared godlike to countless observers.

This evolved into a contest between rival powers. A debate over whose Deity and Path prevailed. A query on the eventual victor.

Although Humans possessed solely Rhys, the lone awakener of the AXION Path, the scholars persisted in seeking a method for Adyr to rouse additional ones with minimal drain on his vitality, experimenting, assessing, and striving for an outcome that spared his existence.

Henry shattered the dazed quiet at last, having mulled it over. "Why don’t you come to our city as our guests? I can’t let you go like this after coming all

the way here."

In the past, Henry would have barred any perilous outsiders from entering

his city, and resisted any proposal to the contrary, deeming the hazard intolerable.

Yet the reality he inhabited transformed daily. And he adapted alongside it. He grew adept at swapping security for gain and dread for strategy.

The pair of Blood Path adherents before him exceeded mere threats. They embodied chances and insights. Precisely what Humans craved above all presently.

Should Henry and his team glean even a minor fact on their God-revival efforts, it might prove invaluable aid.

A single overlooked element could accelerate Adyr's restoration. "That would be an honor." Kaelor responded swiftly. He dreaded forfeiting the chance with any hesitation. His eagerness bled through his tone, as if the offer unlocked a gateway he'd longed for desperately.

He seemed to have utterly dismissed the Blood Sect's assigned duty. His sole aim now: encounter the Originator.

Aryvn, sensing no basis for denial, agreed too. Their quest for the artifact had crumbled, yet she could at least behold the settlement and its dwellers, reputedly from the Central Region.

"Good," Henry laughed.

Via his arm gadget, he issued a directive audible solely to the STF. "Escort our guests to the cold room." He hesitated, then appended his directive following a quick deliberation. "Make it showy."

His directive triggered quakes in the soil below. Aryvn and Kaelor staggered briefly as pebbles danced and particles erupted in fine puffs. It evoked a colossal entity stirring beneath the surface.

Next, the heavens replied.

Across the expanse, remote from their sight, dark airborne forms commenced

ascending beyond the ridges. Simultaneously, enormous dark forms plunged from the overhead vapors.

They resembled airborne sarcophagi. Their outlines expanded as they neared.

"What are those things?" Aryvn gawked as they emerged from all angles. Distant enough to appear as dark specks. Still, the unfolding scene was evident. Scores of gigantic airborne vessels unveiled themselves collectively, the spectacle robbing their breath as the firmament brimmed with them.

Her inability to sense anything from them—no essence, no aura—as she would from Sparks, sent unease slithering through her. It was then she grasped that the golden projectiles which struck their forms likely originated from these, launched with potency that required no spiritual essence to

prove deadly.

Henry observed Kaelor's response especially.

The automaton, previously rattled by a tiny aerial drone, now quivered entirely at the array of countless vast hoverjets, appearing ready to kneel and revere the sacred vessels.

One hoverjet detached from the lineup and approached the assembly. Its propulsion's rumble intensified nearer, forcing gusts downward in potent surges. It halted overhead, suspended, then lowered gradually.