The Last Gentleman
Chapter 610: 608: The Moon Rises Over the Sea

[One Minute Earlier]

In the depths of the Original God Skin Mansion,

William, taking advantage of the moment Greed Greed activated his Blood Armor, teleported here directly using Moonlight Transmission. The two earls responsible for guarding the passage and Pulse Tower had already fallen into a state of utter confusion,

their eyeballs stained black, and a dark Moon Scar, oozing with billowing thick smoke, branded on their foreheads, as they mutilated themselves with their own techniques, desperately seeking any means to quickly end their own lives.

This was nothing like the gentle, hard-to-detect "Moon in Water" illusion technique Lorrian used before.

This was a new and stronger invasive illusion technique, "Dead Sea Moon," which worked faster and was more terrifying, fused with William’s Madness Brain.

However, to William, the execution of the illusion seemed far too easy.

"What’s wrong with these two?

It’s as if they were already weakened before I arrived.

Both physically and mentally frail, they succumbed to the illusion instantly... Logically speaking, even if the fusion with Lorrian far exceeded expectations, the effect shouldn’t be this good.

Well, the easier, the better.

Once Greed activates the [Blood Armor], it’s bound to be a fierce battle, and we cannot allow more Blood Citizens to come."

William reached for the "Moonlight Greatsword" on his back,

a weapon specially crafted and sold only to Lorrian by the Old World merchant, Duke Galrision. The moment William gripped it, his thoughts were momentarily drawn into the sword itself, glimpsing scenes of old days, witnessing the moon of the Old World.

It was a celestial body far larger than any save the Evil Sun, a near-Earth object.

William’s vision was drawn to the surface of the moon, following it to an ancient palace made of white jade stones, vast and splendid yet utterly devoid of life, desolate and uninhabited.

When William’s vision reached the innermost part of the palace, he saw the silver-haired Queen bathing and changing clothes.

At the moment he saw the Queen’s figure and face clearly, William abruptly froze, his mind recalling another person.

"...Principal?"

This silver-haired Queen bore a resemblance to the Principal, especially in her dignified demeanor and her proud, long legs.

Just as William tried to get a clearer look, the image abruptly cut off.

The blue greatsword, shrouded in mist, was already in his hand, feeling the concentrated Moon Power within,

William, standing dozens of meters away, swung his sword directly,

and at the instant the slash was completed,

Hum! A crescent sword qi instantly formed, growing larger as it flew, cutting open the Skin membrane of the Pulse Tower; the twenty-meter diameter Tower was severed in half.

"No wonder this could deal real damage to the Jester Art."

William didn’t linger. He immediately returned the great sword to his back; the blue blade would be automatically drawn to the "Moon Lord’s" body.

With a twist of his foot, whoosh!

William broke into the collapsing Pulse Tower and his Moon Eyes immediately locked onto the First Gentleman, entwined in layers of Skin, the Insomniac, Galon.

He placed his palm on the layers of Skin, seizing ownership of them from the Yellow Skin.

By the time the Skin unfolded, a mummified Galon rolled out, looking roughly ten years older than he did at last year’s [First Gentleman Test].

Four months of inhuman torture had brought him to a critical state between life and death.

"...His body is in terrible shape."

William suddenly looked up, gazing through the layers of the Underground Church to see the moon outside.

Hum! A beam of moonlight pierced down.

Under the cover of the moonlight, Galon’s body was slowly dismantled into a particle state, teleported deep into the clinic on the moon,

Simultaneously, William, in Lorrian’s voice, issued a mandatory order to the medical team, "Save Galon at all costs."

With the departure of Galon, the "connection point," to the moon’s Domain,

the [Passage] in the depths of the Divine Skin Mansion began to close on its own, and a large number of stones grew out of the unknown space to entirely obliterate the passage,

severing the connection to the Skin Factory that had existed since the establishment of the G&D Organization.

As it happened,

Boom! A blood shadow burst through the layers of ground and arrived in the Underground Church.

With golden hair scattering in the air and a face full of loathing, Greed wielded the Cross Blood Sword, descending into the central aisle,

Looking at the collapsed Pulse Tower and the closed passage, his expression grew even more ferocious.

However, Greed’s fury was not immediately vented on William; instead, he looked toward the two earls, deeply ensnared by the illusion and in the midst of self-harm and suicide.

"Useless fellow... Anyway, the passage is closed, no one knows what happened here."

Greed’s left and right palms opened simultaneously, unleashing his evolution from anemia, the power of greed, with a strong suction from his palms instantly pulling the Earl, who had no power to resist, and firmly grasping their heads.

Unlike other blood citizens,

Greed’s experience allowed him to excel at extracting others’ blood,

in a few seconds, the two Earls, defenseless and with a strong death wish, had already been drained to mummies, marking Greed’s ’second’ blood extraction from the Crimson Nobles,

The first was during the time of war, when, at the brink of life and death, he was forced to suck the blood of his subordinates to gain a powerful replenishment.

When this kind of blood from his peers, reaching the Silver Circle Level, completely entered his body, buzz!

Visible blood columns erupted, reaching to the sky, and Greed attained an unprecedented perfect state, his body also began to float in the air.

Lifting his sword to point at the youth before him,

"I, Greed, shall deliver the ultimate judgment upon you in blood!"

The surging columns of blood rushed towards and gathered behind Greed, forming an exaggerated pair of blood wings stretching over twenty meters wide that even had a demon-like face peering from the flowing blood wings,

At the same time, he also took a pair of boots stitched with strange feathers from the Greed Treasure Vault,

With a flap of the blood wings,

Greed’s speed reached the fastest of his life,

Whoosh~ In an instant, he had positioned himself ten meters behind William.

The Cross Blood Sword promptly returned to the Blood Sword sheath at his waist, the strike was complete...

The next second~ Buzz! In the center of New Zion, a blood-colored cross a hundred meters tall suddenly rose, and the entire Divine Skin Mansion collapsed due to the strike.

William’s physical body also began to crack, spewing out ’blood’, with over thirty strikes appearing on his body, which exploded into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

"Come back to life quickly, I know you won’t be so easily..."

Just as Greed turned around, full of confidence, ready to slay him again, his words suddenly got cut off, the reason being that his vocal cords and throat had been cut open, or rather, his entire neck had been severed.

Reaching towards his throat, he touched a hand smeared with pitch-black blood.

Somehow, Greed had been beheaded.

But the speed of the beheading was so swift and the weapon so sharp that it took so long for him to react.

Gradually, a black line appeared on his neck collar, accompanied by spurts of black blood that couldn’t be stopped. As if the act of ’beheading’ tagged Greed’s soul, no matter what he did it couldn’t be stopped, and his head was going to slide off.

His vision flipped, falling freely.

Thud! When his head hit the ground, the forced dizziness and shock to his consciousness caused Greed’s eyes to dim, plunging into a brief darkness.

A faint light squeezed into his eyes, along with a slight shaking sensation,

Greed woke up on a wooden boat, no longer in Zion but amid a dark sea, the blurred moon seemingly the only reference in the vast ocean.

Strangely enough, Greed had no doubts about his surroundings, his brain subjectively determined that it was natural for him to be here.

However, the thought of killing William in his heart hadn’t diminished.

"Where has that guy William hidden? The bottom of the sea?"

Greed jumped straight into the pitch-dark sea with a perfect dive,

but before he could swim more than ten meters towards the bottom, he was completely devoured by some indescribable monster of the Dead Sea.

After dying and waking up on a wooden boat again, 1/20th of the liquid inside his frame had disappeared.

Recalling what he had just seen at the bottom of the sea, his heart raced uncontrollably, an emotion long discarded returning once more—fear.

"I cannot go into the sea," After affirming this, Greed simply sat on the boat.

Drifting for an unknown length of time,

he finally saw something else on the surface of the sea, a massive luxury cruise ship, where he could hear conversations, laughter, and music from a great distance.

Greed even caught a glimpse of William standing on deck, drinking in style.

Just as he couldn’t wait to spread his blood wings and fly onto the deck of the ship,

the crowd he had clearly seen before vanished, and despite the ship being brightly lit with classical music still playing, there was not a soul to be found.

Just as Greed started to feel puzzled, a cold arm gently patted his shoulder.

Turning his head to look,

on the outer corridor of a cruise ship a hundred meters far, an Open Source, a pale foot had just stepped around the corner...