It's night.

Liszt found a rooftop to drink.

When Chloe walked over, his expression had gradually calmed down.

"Your eyes, aren't they cured?"

Chloe hesitated for a moment but still asked.

Liszt shook his head and said:

"Losing vision can amplify perception, and I need to maintain this state at all times to find the clansmen who have already been tainted by the Red Power."

Chloe sighed.

There's actually also a reason of self-redemption, right?

After all, this time in exterminating the vampires, the Blood Race suffered great damage.

It's said that those involved in the Blood Angel plan are all elite of the Blood Race.

This wave essentially exhausted all the technical accumulation of the Blood Race over the years.

Chloe also somewhat understood why it took many years for the later generations of the Blood Race to restart the Blood Angel plan.

It seems they were deeply hurt by one strike.

Liszt shook the wine in his glass and said:

"Don't look at me with such sympathetic eyes. Most new Blood Race have a mistaken belief, thinking the purpose of their cultivation is immortality."

"But, no matter how powerful the force, it will be targeted by restraining means."

"Blood Magic allows us to ignore most physical damage, yet we're more vulnerable to magic injuries."

"Unicorns can ignore most Blood Race magic, but they may not withstand the hunter's pitchfork."

"Even gods we believe in will have a sunset one day."

"There won't be any other kind of death waiting for us."

"All I've learned in this long life is that deciding what kind of person you want to become dictates how you'll die."

"Choosing our paths determines the hardships I must face in the future."

"Sacrifice is certainly required for the Blood Angel plan, the Blood Race isn't afraid of death."

"...But, I don't want them to die in such a futile manner."

Liszt tilted his head up to look at the starry sky, saying softly:

"Is it to die for the race, for the Blood Angel plan, through an experimental failure, or executed for one's private desires..."

"Even dying quietly in the wind would count as a pretty good death."

Liszt hadn't drunk much, yet there was more than a touch of drunkenness in his eyes.

Chloe didn't speak.

He chose to be a sounding board, letting the old man pour out the bitter anguish accumulating in his heart.

"Didn't you ask me why I endure the Unicorn power's erosion just to spar with you?"

"Chloe, you're very smart, you should have guessed it, Ensar's condition isn't right now."

"Our main force has gradually been diverted elsewhere, starting an exceptionally brutal war."

"By our thinking, as members of the empire, we should join the battle."

"But we can't do it."

"The battleground is a place where negative energy gathers; there, the Abyss's influence on us increases by hundreds of times."

"Ultimately, we would completely become vampires, and our claws, which we rely on to survive, would turn into weapons against our comrades."

"In this way, even the last dignity of the Blood Race would be lost."

"So I always want to do more, as much as I can to help you."

The Blood Race has survived this way on the continent for many years.

They just want to try to live like humans.

But now it seems, living is very difficult.

Liszt laughed at himself and said:

"I thought the Blood Race would ultimately encounter a storm of blood due to greed for power, or by seeking resistance for self-rescue."

"But I never calculated, from the start we went the wrong way."

Chloe furrowed his brow and said: "Betrayed?"

"Yes, I searched the memories hidden in their blood and confirmed that their fall erupted in an instant, without giving us time to react."

"How so?" Chloe furrowed his brow.

Liszt shook his head, sighed, and said:

"It starts with the Blood Angel's technology concept. We actually wanted to learn from the Elf Race of the past, using the power of the entire race to cultivate a Racial God, even the weakest Racial God would be good."

"And then?"

"Actually, until a few days ago, the cultivation plan for the Blood Angel was going smoothly, according to our calculations.

In two hundred more years, when the Blood Angel is fully formed, we could break free from the Abyss's shackles and stand under the sunlight."

"But now something unexpected happened."

"Indeed. Chloe, do you know how miraculous the Elf Race's path to godhood is?"

Chloe shook his head.

In his era, the Elf Race was not very present.

Very few mentioned the myths and legends of the Elves anymore.

Liszt shook his head and said:

"Generally speaking, most races, even with a sufficient population base, require over 100 years in a united effort to cultivate a Racial God.

Yet the Elves rose and started solidifying their position in just a few decades, and with far fewer numbers, they pushed their king to the godly throne in only 40 years."

"Forty years?"

"Yes, forty years to push a Demigod to the godly throne, and then in just over a hundred years, they upgraded to Powerful Divine Power."

"..."

You gotta admit.

Although he hadn't thought much about it before, now taking a closer look, the ascension speed is really fast.

Back when he was one of the Seven Heroes, it took him 2 and a half years to ascend from Demigod to Angel Class!

Rounding up, the Elf Racial God's ascension speed nearly matches his.

Alright.

These are just jokes.

Back then, they harnessed the power of an entire World Group to cultivate the Seven Heroes.

Moreover, his brothers and sisters themselves are defying the heavens.

If you eliminate all these factors and look at the Elf God, this speed is indeed quite absurd.

Liszt sighed and said:

"Back then, we found some incomplete elf ascension plan data in an abandoned experimental base of the Elf Race."

"It mentioned the concept and feasible plan for the elf ascension plan."

"Afterwards, we spent nearly 400 years conducting countless experiments and uncovering the secrets of the elves from that era."

"Eventually, we basically determined that the elves' plan was somewhat feasible."

"It was also later that we embarked on the Blood Angel Project, nurturing blood angels in our own way."

"The Elf Race at that time borrowed part of the power of the Wish Technique, giving their king the possibility of ascension."

"We, on the other hand, poured soul fragments of the elite members of our race into the universal source of power of the Blood Race, the Blood Pool, continually invigorating it."

"Under the vast infusion of power, the Blood Pool, representing the source of the Blood Race's power, continually grew stronger and vaguely developed spirituality."

"That period was the happiest time for the Blood Race."

"We genuinely believed that the dawn of victory was at hand, but little did we expect that the blood angels would embrace the Abyss first."

Chloe frowned and said:

"Was the technical route wrong?"

Liszt shook his head, a faint, tragic smile on his lips, saying:

"No, there was nothing wrong with any of the technical paths, and even our calculations were not wrong."

"Then why..."

He couldn't bring himself to say "how could we have failed so miserably."

"Because… the Abyss had begun the Blood Angel Project long before us, so on the throne of the Blood Race True Ancestor already sits a person from the Abyss.

Considering this behavior doesn't resemble that of a normal Evil God, I even suspect that many years ago, we were already targeted by the Jianqi of the Abyssal Four Gods, planting this mine."

Chloe was silent.

The Jianqi of the Abyssal Four Gods was extremely active during this period, creating countless disasters.

In the future, Kai would even have a confrontation with them.

After Kai ascended to the Star Realm, Jianqi rarely showed up.

In his era, it was said that many people saw the King of Redemption chasing the Abyssal Four Gods relentlessly.

But that was all in the future.

In this era, Jianqi indeed had free rein to act among The Stars.

Even…

Chloe's instincts told him that the severe loss of the Blood Race this time was indeed likely orchestrated by Jianqi.

Jianqi's favorite thing to do is to bury pitfalls in various advanced technologies.

If you don't continue developing, your race's strength would regress, but continuing would easily lead you to step into Jianqi's deep pits.

Ogres have been trapped.

Humans have been trapped.

The Dragon Race has also been trapped.

In a sense, the Supreme Eagle's destruction of technology was indeed at a catastrophic level.

Liszt also realized that dwelling in melancholy wouldn't help, he could only sigh deeply and say:

"The focus wasn't on what was wrong, but on timing—we missed the best opportunity to cultivate blood angels.

The blood angels we nurtured couldn't contend with the blood angels of the Abyss and were directly devoured and assimilated, beginning to reverse-pollute us."

Chloe sighed.

Truly, one wrong step leads to another, and before you know it, you've been blocked off at the path's end.

How utterly despairing.

Fortunately, after using him as a sounding board, Liszt's whole state improved slightly.

After dealing with this matter and returning to the imperial capital, Liszt even invited him over for dinner.

...

On this day.

He went to Liszt's home in the imperial capital.

No kidding.

For an old fellow who's lived many years,

the property in the capital was much larger than he imagined.

When he knocked on the door, a woman who looked about twenty-something opened it.

Huh.

Liszt doesn't live alone?

But it can be understood.

Given his age, having some descendants is reasonable.

"Are you Liszt's granddaughter? You're quite powerful."

He glanced at her, realizing this lady only looked young, but in reality, she should be over thirty.

With Exemplar-level strength, that was quite good for someone in their thirties.

The woman seemed surprised, as if she didn't expect someone to visit at this time.

"Lis, Lis, a friend is here to see you."

Chloe's initially uplifted smile gradually stiffened, gawking at the woman as she dashed into a room.

Moments later, he murmured:

"Princess, look at the kind of people you have under you, she's calling that old fellow Lis... that shameless old thing!"

Before long, Liszt came out and welcomed Chloe inside.

Perhaps Chloe's stare was too piercing, Liszt showed his signature business smile and said:

"What's wrong? Why are you so absent-minded?"

"She called you Lis..."

"Yes, she's my wife."

"Old thing, you have no shame!"

This guy is worse than Emperor Ensar.

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