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Chapter 535 Saint Gilles the Red-Tears and the Silent King
On the crimson soil of Baal, the massive and ancient starship, having completed its repairs, hovers high in orbit above the planet Angels, resembling a magnificent monument sculpted from pure gold.

At the bow of this massive starship, a pair of golden wings unfolded along the ram, which was not made of thick metal, but of a huge, crystalline, teardrop-like crimson bloodstone.
The Red Tear, formerly a Queen Glorious-class battleship belonging to Saint Gillespie, was a near-perfect ship, a collection of human artistic beauty.
This ship was lost for a long period of ten thousand years.
But it has now been restored and stands on its tracks alongside Dante's flagship, the Absolution, and the Blood Angels' battle barge, the Blade of Vengeance.

Lena strolled through the ship with amazement, admiring the stunning works of art and sculptures, many of which were even created by Saint Gilles himself.

"Many of my creations and those of my descendants were destroyed in the Great Expedition, and most of what remained was lost in the Great Rebellion and the past ten thousand years."

"Fortunately, the truly valuable collections were placed in stasis fields with independent power supply and were preserved relatively well."

Saint Gilles smiled and introduced the ship's precious collection to Lena:
“For example, I love this painting. I think it captures a ray of sunshine from the past with ink.”

Saint Gilles stopped in front of a painting.
The painting seemed to lack specific forms, instead being composed entirely of flowing colors.
The vibrant meadow, interspersed with wildflowers, swayed like waves in ink, while the sunlight and cloud shadows swirled and turned, resembling flowing water.

The unseen wind, along with the clouds, outlines a woman in a pure white dress. The woman, holding a parasol, suddenly turns around and looks into the distance. Her face, her body, her very existence seem unreal, as if they are about to dissolve into the wind and light, turning into clouds and smoke.

Lena didn't know much about art, but in this painting she vaguely sensed something that didn't exist in this era, yet she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"This painting was created very close to Zhou Yun's time, and it comes from the hand of a master who was skilled at depicting light, shadow and color."

Zhou Yun recognized the painting. He was slightly surprised that it had been preserved for the fortieth millennium of humankind. It should be noted that the wars created and experienced by humankind during those tens of thousands of years had practically turned the entire galaxy upside down.

"The more tragic and gloomy the world is, the more people cherish the bright past depicted in this painting, and it has naturally been passed down."

A smile flickered across Saint Gilles' lips. He seemed to sense Zhou Yun's surprise and answered him with an emotional response:
"In your time, you were used to such brightness, so you would not understand how much people in a dark era cherished this painting."

“In our time, this painting was priceless.” Zhou Yun shrugged and continued walking along the corridor of the Red Tear with Saint Gilles, temporarily leaving Lena behind. “More than this painting, I’m curious when you found the Red Tear.”

"With my prophetic abilities, finding the Red Tear shouldn't be difficult." Although he said that, Zhou Yun clearly sensed a hint of melancholy in Saint Gilles' words.
Clearly, something sad happened during the search for the Red Tear.

Especially after Zhou Yun arrived in Baal, he noticed that the atmosphere in Baal was a bit strange.

The number of ships gathered here wasn't large, but they were all elites from the Blood Angels. Even the true Dark Regent Dante himself had temporarily left Angel Castle and boarded his flagship, the Absolute Wrath.

Sanguis was clearly preparing for an expedition. A small but important expedition.

“Not long ago, while you were hunting Eribas, a scion of one of my factions attacked me in the Red Tear.” Saint Gilles’ voice was devoid of emotion.

But his downcast eyes were filled with sadness and melancholy.

This made Zhou Yun frown. The Holy Blood Angel attacked Saint Gilles—how could this sound so unbelievable?!

"It's the corruption of the Blood God. You know the Red Angel, right?" Saint Gilles asked in a low voice.

Red Angel?
Zhou Yun's first thought was Anglong.

But he quickly realized that Saint Gilles referred to the Khorne archdeacon distilled from the Wrath of the Holy Blood Angels ten thousand years ago. That demon, known as the Red Angel, had once hidden within the Khorne artifact called "Flame of Fury," attempting to corrupt Saint Gilles.

Meanwhile, Melos, the apothecary of the Holy Blood Angels Legion, took Saint Gilles' place and threw himself into the "Flame of Fury," merging with the Red Angels to transform into a terrifying Red Angel demon formed from a vortex of rage.

That demon seems to have some connection with the Blood Angels, capable of unleashing a crimson thirst that still ravages the galaxy.

“I once swore that one day I would liberate the soul of Melos, who was possessed by the Red Angel, and now is the time to fulfill that oath.”

“The Red Angel is spreading corruption among those scattered among the stars who did not respond to Dante’s call during the Battle of Baal, but I will remove him.”

"Do you need my help?" Zhou Yun asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"This isn't a job that can be finished in a short time; you have more important things to do."

Saint Gilles' eyes shone brightly as he spoke softly:
"I can't see your fate after you choose to sleep briefly; it's too vague."

"If only you could see that, I wouldn't need to take a nap. I could just copy the answer you predicted," Zhou Yun joked.

This is just talk, of course; prophecies are not reliable after all.

Saint Gilles smiled slightly and stood beside Zhou Yun, gazing together at the crimson soil of Baal:
"I can only offer you some insignificant advice based on my experience."

"Fate often presents us with many different choices, but these choices often end up leading to the same result."

"The answer only tells us what choices to make, but the choices themselves are what truly determine the future."

"No matter what answer you get, whether you accept it or not, my friend, you can make a decision more confidently."

"What did you see?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and asked Saint Gilles.

“I don’t know. I only saw hesitation and uncertainty on your face after you woke up.” Saint Gilles shook his head slightly.

Zhou Yun nodded slightly, without saying anything more.
He still doesn't know what answer he will get, and dwelling on the images Saint Gilles saw is pointless.

Moreover, he remembered that he had come to Saint Gillespie with another question to ask.

"Speaking of which, what do you think of the Silent King?" Zhou Yun asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

(The author is in very poor condition, with bloodshot eyes and is barely able to stay awake. This update is being released early to avoid any issues that might arise and prevent revisions from being made while asleep.)

(End of this chapter)