Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 392 Luo Lin Pulls the Flag

Medici was naturally unaware of Rowling's past. He merely glanced at Rowling with slight surprise after hearing his words, his eyes looking as if he had heard something rare.

"Hey, what kind of look is that?" Luo Lin was immediately annoyed by his gaze.

"It's just a little hard to imagine that you would need someone to take care of you at some point," Medici said honestly, his tone unusually free of sarcasm.

"You make it sound like I sprang from a rock. You were raised by Sasriel too," Rolin said, scoffing at the double standards. Then he changed the subject, saying, "And isn't the main focus right now resolving the issue of the Red Priest's uniqueness being corrupted?"

At this point, Rolin looked at Medici and said with a smile, "If the corruption of the Red Priest's uniqueness can really be resolved, Medici, you will once again be a genuine War Angel!"

Although it is unknown whether Medici can currently accommodate the uniqueness of the Red Priest, at least one thing Rolin is certain of: with the Sun God present, even if Medici does not meet the conditions, the Sun God can help him forcibly suppress the uniqueness and make Medici accommodate it.

This is the power possessed by a pillar-level being; even if the Sun God were not yet a complete pillar, he could still achieve this.

“I was born to be the Angel of War.” Medici chuckled, but the slight upturn of his lips showed that he wasn’t in a bad mood at the moment.

Clearly, Medici also has some expectations for the reintroduction of uniqueness, which is not surprising. Perhaps Medici doesn't have too much of an obsession with becoming the Red Priest or the Scourge of Destruction, but he still cares about the uniqueness that he once embraced and then lost.

So the pressure fell on Helabogen.

Faced with the gazes of the two who were looking at him simultaneously, Helabogen still had many questions he wanted to ask, but he knew that now was not the time to ask, so he simply gave a polite smile and said, "Please come with me!"

Without hesitation, Herabogen had his clone take the two to the place where the Red Priest's uniqueness was sealed, namely the "City of Exile," Morola.

This is no ordinary city. There are no ordinary residents in the city. There are only all sorts of strange humanoid beings. They may be monsters or they may still be human, but most of them are not good people. They are basically serious criminals.

Of course, some monsters are not so humanoid.

Roland observed the menacing Morola residents around him with great interest. As expected, these strange creatures, who might appear ferocious to ordinary people, almost all chose to avoid his gaze in terror. Roland guessed that this was probably because he now possessed the aura of death.

"Are you interested in these monsters?" Medici, clearly not interested in Morola's current situation, glanced at Rolin and asked.

“I’m interested in anything worth studying,” Rowling replied with a smile, then looked in a certain direction.

That's the direction where the 001 "Salinger Blood Flag" is located.

“Let’s go, let’s see what kind of mess your former property has been made of.” Rolin smiled at Medici and then headed towards the underground mausoleum. Soon they arrived at the wilderness where “Salinger’s Blood Flag” was located and came to a mountain of corpses.

Rowling looked up and saw a flag planted atop the mountain peak. It was a flag stained with dark red blood, bearing charred marks, evoking images of a history filled with blood and fire. Rowling stared at the flag for a moment, then turned to look at Medici.

Medici was also staring at the flag at that moment, his eyes conveying neither nostalgia nor any other emotion, but the blood-red banner mark between his brows was particularly vivid at that moment.

“Although it would look cooler for you to pull the flag from a ceremonial standpoint, for safety reasons, I should do it,” Luo Lin said at this moment.

"Why can't we be together?" Medici glanced at him and asked.

“Alright, I respect your choice.” Roland blinked, thought for a second, and then nodded with a smile. He didn’t even forget the virtually invisible Herabogen beside him, turning his head to look at him and asking, “Do you want to come along?”

"No, thank you for your kind offer, but I don't think I'm suitable to be there for the next event," Hrabergen shook his head and declined with a smile.

Rowling was not surprised. He then looked at 001 "Salinger Blood Flag" again and walked towards it without hesitation. Medici walked alongside him without saying a word.

Perhaps sensing the approaching danger, the 001 "Salinger Blood Flag" changed at this moment, causing Rolin to blink and feel emotions such as fear and dread that were not his own. These emotions undoubtedly came from the "Salinger Blood Flag," which wanted him to submit.

"How interesting!" Rowling curled his lips into a smile, instantly dispelling those emotions as he snapped his fingers.

"Snapped--"

At this moment, the power of chaos descended upon this region. The ascension to demigod brought Rolin not only the power of the Pleasure Believers, but also a greater control over the fragments of power within him that originally belonged to Nyarlathotep.

After all, Rolin is also Nyarlathotep. He was even the most unique clone of the original body. How could he not control his own power?

Below the mountain, Herabogen stared in astonishment at Rolin, whose aura had suddenly become terrifying. At that moment, he suddenly understood why the proud Osekus was so afraid of Rolin; some beings could evoke a life-threatening fear with just a glance.

Herabogen closed his eyes the next second. He knew he could not continue watching. Even if Rolin had no intention of harming him, continuing to watch might corrupt him with that power.

On the mountain of corpses, the "Salinger Blood Banner," which had just released its power in an attempt to subdue people, suddenly became shaky. The difference in their status was too great, which undoubtedly caused the "Salinger Blood Banner" to suffer a backlash.

But the Red Priests' uniqueness would not easily yield, so in front of Rolin and Medici, countless puppets and corpses struggled to rise, trying to transform into an army to stop the two.

"Truly tenacious. The Red Priest is indeed a being with vigorous vitality," Roland commented, glancing at Medici beside him as he spoke, clearly implying something.

“If I weren’t so resilient, I would have died long ago, 800 years ago. In that case, I wouldn’t care, but you would probably lose your best tool.” Medici glanced at him and said unhurriedly. Because of the protection of Yog’s power, he was not affected by Nyar’s power.

(End of this chapter)