Chapter 404: The Truth 2

"You still haven't told me who that sorcerer really is."

Li Mochen had already dug his nails deep into his flesh, with thin threads of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. The original owner's emotions were filled with unvented violence, rage, resentment, and pain.

As for Li Mochen himself, he had already vaguely guessed the subsequent course of events. He thought, is this the reason why Li Chunchu's hair turned white overnight, and why he indulged Jennifer's 'rebellion'?

"I can't tell you his name; he's close to condensing a divine persona. Even now, his strength is nearly on par with some lesser deities, no less than Bethel Einstein. Knowing his name would only bring you danger."

White Thomas smiled bitterly. "But in this world, there are only a few who can be called sorcerers. You'll be able to guess who it is even with your heels later."

Li Mochen gave a light snort and didn't press further, knowing that White was telling the truth.

The magical profession of sorcerer, through the study of magic, truth, and divine authority, often masters knowledge that exceeds their own magical rank and is adept at using various external forces.

Some demigod mages are indeed far more powerful than deities. Since the mythological era, there have been over 24 recorded instances of them slaying gods.

"In any case, because of this incident, your father desperately sought power. They prepared to enter that Mayan ruin again and spent the following years making thorough preparations, even borrowing the power of the CIA."

White Thomas's expression was grave. "Then, fourteen months ago, they joined forces with some others to enter that 'City of the Gods' again. No one knows what happened inside, but after they came out, your parents were hunted by their companions and nearly half of the world's official intelligence agencies, forcing them to hide in the continent of Antolia."

Li Mochen frowned. "But the government told me they died in a car accident."

"They eventually returned to the American mainland and completed the CIA's commission, but they died on the East Coast. Someone within the CIA betrayed them, leading to a tragedy on the East Coast that killed over seven thousand people and leveled a small town. So to this day, your parents' files in the CIA are placed alongside those of traitors and criminals. But that's not true; the CIA's top brass know this. So they didn't pursue it further and didn't dare to officially label your parents as criminals. So your parents died in a car accident."

The last sentence, Thomas spoke almost word by word: "In fact, the two of them died before my eyes."

"They told you everything, didn't they?"

Li Mochen's eyes were deep. "What exactly did the CIA commission them to do? And what did they experience in that Mayan City of the Gods?"

"I don't know; that's why I'm still alive. Your parents exchanged that secret with certain people in the CIA to get them to drop the pursuit of me."

Thomas spread his hands. "But as far as I know, your parents should have left a backup plan to prevent the CIA from reneging on their agreement and targeting you and Jennifer. That should be a bombshell, enough to make certain people unable to sit still in their current positions."

Hearing this, Li Mochen frowned, feeling that the murderer who killed the original Li Mochen was becoming increasingly elusive.

"So I still can't know the truth, can I? Even though you followed my parents to the end?"

"Before this happened, I was responsible for helping your father control the Alliance Wing Fleet. I only joined your parents after they returned to America, accompanying them through their last twenty-four hours. Silver Snake Rashaya—that was my alias in the fleet, commanding your father's armed forces. You should have heard that name, right? At the time, I wore a mask, but on this 'Troa,' someone should recognize my voice, including Captain Lister."

Thomas looked out the porthole with a slightly nostalgic gaze. The view was excellent, allowing him to see over twenty cargo ships surrounding the 'Troa' like stars around the moon.

"So I know very little. The only one who might know the full story is your parents' maid, 'Blood-Eyed Angel' Robert Yvonne. She might have been the person your parents trusted most, even more than me."

"Then why did you stop me from meeting her? What danger are you referring to?"

"First, Robert Yvonne is in a dangerous situation. You should have heard about what she did in the continent of Antolia. Nearly thirty percent of those who hunted your parents in Antolia have died at her hands. The rest are using every means to eliminate her."

Thomas's voice was somber. "I even suspect that certain people in the 'East Antolia Continental Alliance' invited you to reorganize the Alliance Wing Fleet with ill intentions, luring you into a trap."

Li Mochen's face was cold and stern, appearing noncommittal, but in fact, he had considered this possibility before setting out.

"Second, Robert Yvonne herself is a danger source, extremely dangerous."

Thomas seemed hesitant at this point. After a moment of hesitation, he still lifted his clothes, exposing his chest to Li Mochen's eyes.

"Remember the three blood-red crystals I specifically mentioned earlier?"

At this moment, Li Mochen's eyes involuntarily showed a hint of surprise. Hazel beside him was also momentarily stunned.

On Thomas's chest was a finger-sized blood-red tumor, from which red veins extended like a spider web, spreading all over Thomas's body.

"Your father found a way to use them. Before their death, they even had strength close to the demigod level. But this method had great drawbacks. They didn't die at the hands of others but from these blood-red crystals."

Thomas's expression was unusually solemn. "Those are 'War Angel Hearts.' In the late Mayan Empire, they seemed to have waged a divine war with some external force. The supreme god Itzamna, the war god Vucub Caquix, and the god of harvest and earth Yum Kaax, using a method similar to the Western Philosopher's Stone, jointly created many 'War Angel Hearts' to mass-produce demigod-level 'War Angels.' But this creation succeeded and failed. It could be implanted into qualified individuals, making them 'War Angels' with demigod-level power. However, according to Mayan priest records, all these War Angels went mad and died after seven days. After years of research, your parents found the correct way to use them: to take on as many magical professions as possible to vent energy, gradually absorbing it without touching the divine power within. But they still failed. After leaving the City of the Gods, two months of relentless pursuit forced them to drink poison to quench their thirst, constantly drawing new power from the 'War Angel Hearts.' The final result was loss of control and mental breakdown."