Unholy Player Chapter 534 Henry's Plan (Part 2)

Zephan shifted his attention to her before Henry had a chance to reply, and he addressed her directly. "It's a location that would cause you and the whole Blood Sect to rue the day you inquired about it."

The menace in his statement registered with her immediately. A grin crept over her shadowy features, exposing her sharp, serrated teeth in perfect rows. "Is that so? Believe me, you'll regret it far more if you refuse to disclose it at once."

As part of the Blood Sect, she belonged to an organization that, while not the mightiest in the Midlands, possessed enough strength to challenge leading groups and clans directly. Its reach extended far, capable of unlocking opportunities or snuffing out existences effortlessly.

Thus, facing a threat not only to herself but to her entire sect sparked a fierce anger within her.

"You insignificant Lunari obviously have no clue about the Midlands. A Rank 4 such as yourself amounts to little more than an insect there," she mocked, intent on teaching this rural fool the true might he confronted.

Within the Outer Region, those at Rank 4 held dominion. Yet in the Midlands, individuals of that level served as mere underlings, handling menial tasks for their clans and factions, overshadowed by far greater powers.

Surprisingly, Zephan's expression remained unchanged by her taunt. He dismissed it entirely, merely exhaling softly.

"Yet you of the Blood Sect evidently lack understanding of the Central Region's nature."

Arvyn's smug expression solidified in an instant, as though his remark had hit an unforeseen weak point. "What rubbish are you spouting?"

The Central Region was whispered to house Sages, Demigods, and their kin.

These tales persisted as rumors, since Arvyn herself held no firsthand knowledge of it. She had never ventured there throughout her existence. Nor had she encountered anyone who claimed to have gone, rendering the area remote and almost mythical.

Not even their formidable Sect Leader, despite her immense prowess, possessed the authority to enter such a domain.

This territory lay near the Abyss Line's boundary. Myths described it as the origin point for all deities. For many, it evoked the ultimate destination, a realm reserved for those aspiring to divine ascension, beyond the grasp of ordinary laws.

Although the Blood Sect labored to birth their own deity, they sought only to restore a long-departed ancient one. Uncertainty clouded how much strength He might reclaim upon revival. The timeline remained unknown, as did whether He would emerge unchanged.

Therefore, for the foreseeable future, the Central Region stayed unattainable for them. Discussions of it occurred only in hushed tones.

This casual reference to it by a mere Rank 4 in this spot prompted her to halt and wonder if she had heard right.

Liora chuckled at the bewilderment etched on Arvyn's visage, her voice laced with amusement. "So you've arrived here unaware that this domain is under the control of a Central Region native? Regrettably, he's probably returned there, carrying off your prized item. To reclaim it, you'll need to travel to his home and request its return."

"Lies!" Arvyn bellowed, certain they fabricated the story to instill doubt and terror in her.

Kaelor, however, viewed it differently. "The master of this area hails from that place. It explains everything."

"What do you mean? You're not falling for their deception, are you?" Arvyn barked, baffled by the thoughts churning in that fume-emitting metallic skull.

Kaelor at last averted his eyes from the drone and fixed them on the unmoving Throgar. "Doesn't it strike you as odd that a Gemnarch guards these territories here?"

The Gemnarch race in the Midlands prized their seclusion. They shunned interactions with outsiders except when unavoidable. Abandoning their native lands to safeguard some worthless expanse would require a compelling motive.

Noting Arvyn's lingering doubt and reluctance to accept it, Kaelor extended a metallic digit toward the drone. His tone deepened.

"And that device... only a genuine Creator's gift could produce such a marvel. I've spent my days scouring for one with that ability."

He dipped his head and regarded Arvyn once more. His words now grated like rusted mechanisms. "The single area I overlooked in my quest was the Central Region."

Clearly, the drone's maker originated from the Central Region.

Through the drone's audio feed, Henry absorbed the exchange like a whirlwind of feelings. He tracked each twist, straining to process it all.

Yet the conversation's conclusion redirected his musings.

Creator? Talent? Does this mechanical being refer to an aptitude for crafting devices?

This revelation offered him crucial insights. It suggested that even in the Midlands, technological progress lagged, unable to fabricate basic aerial contraptions.

This held importance. It implied that as humans eventually colonized the Midlands, their superior tech would grant them a substantial edge.

A throbbing ache began to pulse in Arvyn's head as conviction grew within her.

"This should have been an easy task. All we needed was to arrive, eliminate any obstacles in our path, and retrieve the treasure for the sect..." she whispered in despair.

Had a lone Gemnarch opposed them, they could have handled it. They would dispatch him if he refused to yield, given the mission's critical nature.

However, with a Central Region inhabitant involved, progress halted entirely. Even their sect leader's presence would demand multiple reconsiderations before acting. Provoking such a figure could doom them beyond salvation, even with their God's awakening.

An entity of that caliber might obliterate them prior to His emergence.

Returning without success proved equally dire. The sect would execute them for failure. Ultimately, every path converged on ruin, leaving Arvyn ensnared in despair.

Observing the pair mired in uncertainty and a no-win dilemma, Henry quickly evaluated the scenario.

The compact drone approached nearer and addressed them. "Apologies for taking it without realizing its ownership." The holographic visage appeared sincerely apologetic, bordering on contrite.

"Share your reasons for pursuing the treasure, and perhaps we can make amends." Naturally, his offer of amends was insincere. His aim was to uncover their frantic pursuit's motive and uncover their true objectives.

Arvyn remained quiet. She would never divulge their plans so readily, as the secret outweighed her own survival.

Kaelor, in contrast, responded without pause. He addressed the drone as if reuniting with a long-lost sibling. "We require it to revive a God. The lord of the Blood Path."