Unholy Player Chapter 540 Crumbling Beliefs

Arvyn hailed from a commonplace race, neither overly mighty nor unduly feeble, boasting adequate legacy and vigor to persist in the Midlands.

This race primarily dwelled in arid desert zones, sustaining themselves by tracking and hunting prey over barren expanses and craggy sand ridges where farming seldom succeeded.

They were no trained soldiers, yet each one was a born combatant. Existence came through pursuit of game rather than cultivation of fields, fostering toughened grips, acute reflexes, and the knack for silent passage across wide-open spaces.

Concerning the motive behind Arvyn abandoning her tribe and aligning with the Blood Sect, nothing substantial explained it. No disaster or evident crossroads presented itself.

From her early days, she chased beasts to supply supper and even morning sustenance. In tandem, a thirst for blood developed in her youth, teaching her young that fresh blood signified sustenance, endurance, and might.

Once these factors converged, molding her essence and nurturing her drive for dominance, it proved sufficient. She discarded her old Path, adopting Blood in its place, convinced it captured her nature more accurately and aligned with her innate disposition.

Thus far, the account stayed rather ordinary. The ensuing developments marked the emergence of her genuine madness.

Upon entering the Blood Sect and switching her Path to Blood, she obtained the bloodline gift called Sanguivore. This ability enabled her to enhance her attributes by imbibing blood, converting each fatality into concrete gains within her form.

Following the acquisition of this gift, her debut assignment from the sect involved revisiting her homeland to annihilate her whole kin and settlement, slaying all inhabitants and ensuring no trace of her origins remained.

She embraced the task devoid of any objection. She went beyond simply dispatching those she had once deemed relatives; she absorbed their blood to fortify her own being. She partook of it with the identical composed intent she had applied to meal preparation before.

Henry observed the woman while quietly absorbing her tale. Her scarlet tresses were bound in a tail at the back. Her ruby gaze remained steadfast on him, unyielding, while razor-sharp, serrated fangs crowded her jaws. She evoked the image of a savage creature nourished exclusively by newly slain flesh.

Eliminating her relatives solely to amplify her power already defied all human moral codes. Compounding the horror was her narration of events as if they were utterly routine. Her tone lacked any quiver, her bearing showed no remorse, serving as irrefutable evidence of the extremes her derangement could reach.

She poses a grave threat. Henry issued his assessment in an instant, his features unaltered.

Utility might be found in her, but reliance upon her was out of the question.

Liora and Zephan's expressions openly displayed revulsion, as these two sovereigns held profound regard for kinship and lineage bonds, and the strain in their clenched jaws revealed their strenuous self-restraint.

Thankfully, they suppressed their impulses and kept mute, permitting Henry to retain dominance in the space, although their attention seldom strayed far from Arvyn.

Henry preserved his poise. He avoided inquiries into their origins and refrained from critiquing their paths. He sustained easy discourse to uncover further details on their sect, then methodically guided the exchange toward the Blood God their sect aimed to revive.

"The artifact, the Heart of the Blood Palace you're seeking, I presume it's intended to rouse your God? What are your intentions for employing it?" Henry inquired, reclining in his seat.

He possessed no understanding of divine revival methods. Nevertheless, deducing the relic's role came easily, particularly considering the extensive efforts expended merely to pursue it.

Kaelor verified his supposition. "That's correct." He pressed on with enthusiasm. "It was an item crafted by the Corrupted King prior to attaining Godhood. Though ruined, it retains the creator's core essence within, allowing us to employ it in finalizing the vessel for the Blood God's descent."

Henry drummed his fingers on the chair's armrest. This tic aided in calming his agitation and containing the impact of the revelation, all while his thoughts churned rapidly.

The entity Kaelor portrayed was a deity in its pre-Godhood phase. Such a thing eluded discovery throughout the Outer Region—not in tales, archives, or even dependable murmurs.

Zephan and Liora appeared disturbed and intrigued alike as they voiced their thoughts, their prior loathing temporarily eclipsed by raw fascination.

"Do you possess accounts of the Blood God from prior to his ascension as a God?" Zephan questioned, unconcerned that such discourse might appear irreverent, his concentration fixed on the consequences over any sacrilege.

Liora's inquiry diverged. "This Blood God, I've never encountered mention of Him. What connection does He hold to the 4 present Gods, and do additional Gods exist beyond Him?"

She had matured invoking God Astrael's name, her entire existence centered on devotion and pleas to that singular deity. Thus, upon discovering others, an urge arose to grasp their nature, reluctant to forgo this moment, sensing the response might upend her entire perception of reality.

On this occasion, Arvyn provided the reply. "Our understanding stems from our Sect Leader. She conveys her insights to us amid the ceremonies from time to time."

She halted, glancing at Henry, before proceeding. "I can't confirm its full veracity, but from what we've been taught, the Blood God ranks among the primordial deities, predating even the four recognized Gods of today."

She shifted toward Liora, a broad grin unfolding on her features as she responded in a taunting manner. "And indeed, greater numbers of Gods once existed. Far more. Antedating the 4 primary ones you cling to as all-powerful. omnipotent."

"How could such a thing be?" Liora sensed her convictions waver, resisting the influx of those declarations.

By her reckoning, the 4 Gods stood as the eldest, architects of all creation, the very cornerstone of existence.

God Astrael molded every physical aspect, originator of the corporeal—the summits, terrain, boulders, streams, all that eyes could perceive and hands could grasp, the firm reality subject to tangibility and assessment.

Goddess Aetheris bestowed spirit upon those structures, endowing the marvel of selfhood, transforming mere elements into animated entities.

God Ignivar infused vitality into their structured stasis. He conferred evolution and expansion upon creation, introducing flux to the cosmos so existence could advance rather than stagnate.

And finally, Goddess Nethera introduced mortality and the wheel of renewal to all that was made. She established the interwoven system fostering unity in perpetual turnover, binding everything within the equilibrium of closure and rebirth.

These 4 Gods formed the genesis of all, the exclusive forces that transmuted void into substance.

However, now confronted with the existence of more, including ancients who preceded them, proved incomprehensible to her, rendering her invocations abruptly insignificant, as though targeted at a mere sliver of the full verity.

Liora and Zephan refused to embrace the details as instant fact, directing their sights to Henry to gauge his demeanor, probing his countenance for rebuttal or adjustment.

Yet he occupied his seat with unchanging serenity. He displayed no wish to interfere or amend, compelling them toward acceptance of its truth. Henry offered no comment, for the astonishment gripped him as well.

Of course, the jolt lacked the severity of what assailed Liora and Zephan.

These two grappled with the dawning that their reality, sustained over centuries, might prove illusory or at minimum deficient. For Henry, however, it demanded no underestimation. Uncovering the authentic chronicle of the Beyond held equal weight to amassing power for Humanity's sake.

Inexplicably, Earth's chronicle, including its present state, intertwined with this realm. The repetitive loop confining Earth would, upon elapsed duration, culminate in colossal ruin. All would revert, compelling Humanity to origins anew and perpetuating their incarceration within the confines dubbed Earth.

Henry hunted for an appropriate query, vigilant against betraying his knowledge gaps. Ere he could articulate, Liora and Zephan advanced relentlessly, unwittingly fulfilling his intent.

"Then what befell the remaining Gods? If multitudes preceded them, with only 4 enduring now, why are we conditioned to regard those 4 as paramount, the originators of our being?"

Zephan posed, his tone faintly quivering.

Though oblivious to it personally, Henry perceived distinctly how the individual's faith commenced its gradual erosion.