Captain – Chapter 651 – Ghosts and Gods

“Meow.”

Of course, divine blood was just a general term.

To be precise, it was a medium left behind by the gods, like the wooden carving needed to open the magic box.

Listening to the cat’s subsequent explanation, Roy’s brow, which had furrowed at the words “divine blood,” finally relaxed. She asked curiously, “Then what’s the medium needed to activate Aegis? And why was Caine able to trigger it back then?”

Faced with her rapid-fire questions, the cat sighed and reluctantly began to explain.

“Meow.” This question would be complicated to answer. First, this thing is itself a key – there’s no so-called medium. The only difference lies in who’s holding it.

“No medium? That’s not right. If that were true…”

“Meow.”

As if knowing the captain would impatiently interrupt, the Siamese cat glared at her, telling her to be more conscious and not speak up. Any questions could wait until the end.

Startled by the cat’s rare sternness, Roy sheepishly raised her hand, signaling for it to continue.

Seeing this, the cat was satisfied and went on.

“Meow.” However, that’s under normal circumstances. If you take it to those sea cliffs inside that contain the gods’ will, naturally you wouldn’t need to worry about bloodline identity.

But obviously you wouldn’t be willing to do that.

Seeing the girl, though keeping her mouth shut, still nodding repeatedly to show agreement with this statement, the cat couldn’t help but roll its eyes, thinking that while it didn’t like trouble either.

But looking at this situation, this trouble was unavoidable no matter what.

With this thought, the cat crouched down, settling steadily on the slightly curved railing, and meowed expressionlessly, dumping a large amount of information all at once.

The problem circles back then. To wield this broken shield, you need to have at least one thing – bloodline or identity. Bloodline naturally refers to divine blood.

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What you said earlier about this boy being able to drive the shield isn’t actually accurate. In reality, that incident was just an accident and had nothing to do with him.

Hearing this, Roy and her first mate exchanged glances, and she could see he looked somewhat uncomfortable.

Because these words were no different from saying he was just lucky.

Regardless of how the two felt, the information in the cat’s meows continued to flow.

Of course, it had nothing to do with that blade either, but only because during that clash, divine blood from some unknown source touched Aegis’s shield surface.

Hearing this, Caine’s gaze sharpened, suddenly remembering the strange thing that shadowy captain had done before stepping onto the bridge to confront him.

At that time, he had clearly seen that captain pierce the crystal man’s heart with his curved blade.

Could it be… that was the source of the divine blood?

The information continued, though the focus had shifted from explanation to another aspect.

So, how to find divine blood and use it to stain this broken shield is the only solution to this matter, if you insist on making that serpent pay with its life.

As for the identity aspect, don’t even think about it. That’s something nearly all gods aren’t qualified to touch. Only its true master can command it.

The complex information came to an abrupt halt.

The true… master?

Rubbing her somewhat swollen head, Roy couldn’t help but recall the statue she’d seen in that sky city, thinking that Aegis’s master was…

That thunder-controlling King of Gods? Well, it seemed this path was indeed blocked.

But in this age when all gods had departed, where could she obtain divine blood? After all, even the Lady’s statue contained only a single tear.

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Should she really try to contact the Lady, or some other divine incarnation…

Her thoughts gradually stopped as Roy’s eyes moved in circles, then locked onto the cat.

Sensing the probing in the girl’s gaze, Mango meowed flatly, telling her not to get any ideas about it. It was just a cat – even if drained of all blood, it wouldn’t be useful.

Moreover, that shield required divine blood. Even blood from Old Calendar specters of that level wouldn’t work. This was something established a thousand years ago.

Written personally by that God King, almost like law, specifically to prevent it from falling into specters’ hands, especially those adept at disguise who could take human form.

Sighing irritably, the captain said helplessly, “Then… try to find the Lady?”

Although Lady Annisdora had lost her magic power, she was still a divine body after all. Surely such a small matter wouldn’t be beyond her capabilities… it should be possible, right?

Because of the uncertainty, and because making such a request to a deity seemed too impolite, Roy grew increasingly guilty the more she thought about it. But before she could steel herself to follow through, the cat’s faint meow extinguished her flame of hope.

“Meow.”

Don’t get any ideas about that one either. In her current condition, the possibility of her being able to help is already slim. Besides, she would never appear in the world for such a matter.

The cat’s words ended there, without elaborating on why the Lady wouldn’t appear.

“Then what do you suggest we do?”

Hearing this, Roy immediately felt somewhat deflated and asked listlessly.

The cat was unreliable, and the Lady wouldn’t come. Just as she thought this matter would fall through and felt slightly disheartened, Mango’s meow sounded again.

It asked her a question.

“Meow.”

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The key still lies with you – it depends on how much determination you can muster for this matter.

“Determination? Does being willing to stake my life count?”

Hearing this question, Roy replied irritably but sincerely.

Although now, the path laid before her, her destiny, already showed some signs of night’s end and dawn’s light, allowing her to see the peace and beauty at the end.

But this didn’t mean she would fear death because of it.

Or retreat before that serpent, or her ancestor.

Moreover, she had been able to return from the Death Silence Triangle largely because of that night curtain. Now, to avenge him, naturally she had no reason to retreat.

In the first battle with the giant serpent, she had dared to gamble everything – how would this time be different?

To her declaration, the cat showed no reaction, its meow as flat as usual.

But the content was like thunder, leaving the two before it stunned and speechless.

“Meow.”

Then become a god.

These calm words weren’t saying that the girl had already reached the end of that stormy path, already powerful enough to transform into a deity and become a rule.

But rather, to let her complete a transformation of life form.

To become a true “newborn” in every sense.

After a long while, the captain came to her senses, lowering her head slightly, letting her hair obscure her vision. After pressing her lips together, she asked, “Mango, are you certain this will really work?”

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“I won’t… become him, will I?”

Knowing the “him” in the girl’s mouth referred to that devil sitting in the depths of the Cursed Sea, viewing all spirits as ants, the Siamese cat’s eyes finally showed some emotion.

But a moment later, what responded to the girl wasn’t a meow.

“I think it would work.”

The first mate, who had been quietly listening, spoke at this most crucial moment. Feeling the girl’s rarely hesitant gaze, he said seriously.

“I’ve thought it over, Captain. The reason Aegis responded to this blade’s strike back then was because at that time, its tip…”

As if not absolutely certain, Caine paused, then regained his firm tone: “Was stained with Captain Edward’s blood. Yes, that’s the only possibility.”

That crystal-bodied, inhuman monster was so powerful and terrifying precisely because it bore that devil’s curse. The fact that it bled burning golden blood was further proof that within its body, perhaps in its heart, should exist that one’s blood.

This was the source of that towering light mist and the sudden, fierce lightning that fell.

Ancestor’s blood?

Yes, he was indeed different from those monsters. Being able to reach that step was because he had absorbed the Lady’s divine power and even stolen part of her divine position.

If that was the case, then she herself, transformed by this divine power, from a certain perspective…

Was truly divine offspring.

Recalling what the devil had said to her on the Satin – that she was no different from divine offspring – Roy’s pupils gradually brightened, as if grasping something.

No wonder when her ancestor broke free, he could touch the other shore. So the so-called devil…

Was a god.