Chapter 248
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Lakeside, Lake Baikal, Akadoda City.
Tens of thousands of citizens gathered in the central square.
Night was approaching, and there were no lights in the square. Instead, there were countless bonfires.
In the center of the square, there was a spell platform.
An old man in a red robe sat cross-legged on the spell platform, and the people below all kowtowed to him devoutly.
The old man's gaze swept over the crowd, and he slowly spoke.
"The Lord has crossed the Dream Floating Ice and faced them in the ancient and desolate territory."
"The Lord has endured their embarrassing power and crossed the endless ages."
"The Lord has seen countless deaths and let them wither forever."
"The Lord knows that our paradise is near, and we will build it with our hands."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was very ethereal, as if it directly sounded in one's mind.
There were tens of thousands of people in the square, and everyone heard his prayer clearly.
The red-robed old man slowly rose into the air, but he still maintained his cross-legged posture.
Everyone thought that a miracle had descended, and they all shouted the name of the God of Flesh and Blood.
These new believers were almost fanatical. This huge sacrificial ceremony lasted all night and didn't end until dawn.
Before the ceremony ended, the red-robed old man kowtowed to the sky, and a scarlet rain fell.
"The Lord will protect you." He said.
…
When all the believers had dispersed, it was already the morning of the second day.
The red-robed old man stood on the spell platform, his expression calm, and no one could tell whether he was happy or angry.
Those believers only knew that he was the Lord's messenger and was a very powerful Mage, but they didn't know his true identity.
— He was the new God of Flesh and Blood, the leader of the Four Flesh Saints under the Great Warlock Jahn, and a high-level Warlock who represented intelligence, wisdom, perception, and mystery — Naddox.
Naddox had suffered. His tongue had been cut off, his lips sewn together, and he was even castrated.
He wandered the land as an untouchable, but was rejected by the shelters and safe routes.
But none of this could break him.
In the end, he met Jahn, and believed that Jahn was the new savior.
And now, the savior he believed in was about to become a true God.
Was there anything more exciting than this?
But Naddox looked at all of this with a very calm expression.
He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of flesh and blood.
The tens of thousands of believers last night were all just recruited by him.
And these people would become the first sacrifices for Lord Jahn's Ascension.
He thought so, and then a believer of the Flesh Sect walked up to him and said carefully, "Sir, that gentleman wants to see you."
Nadox narrowed his eyes. "Bring him here."
A few minutes later, a young man in a black suit walked over.
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