Death was something that no living being wanted to accept.
Bloody Mary shared the same sentiment.
Although from a certain aspect, it was immortal, the pain of death was real.
However, the pain of 'death' was real. It was something Bloody Mary couldn't escape or reject. It was like facing its boss, it had to endure the pain.
However, the difference was that Bloody Mary couldn't resist its boss.
But against those bastards who killed it …
Bloody Mary wanted those bastards to know that it wasn't just anyone that could kill it.
Bloody Mary clenched its teeth and grabbed the vine in front of its chest with its right hand. Then, it turned around and coiled the vine around its body. Its left hand, which was already prepared, grabbed the rest of the vine with all its might.
Then, it pulled hard!
Bang!
The vine was uprooted along with a handful of dirt.
However, everyone who saw the root of the vine couldn't help but cry out in shock.
The root of the vine was actually a … human head!
The hairless head had fibers growing out from the hair follicles and twisting into a withered vine.
Moreover, the head was' alive '.
The head widened its eyes at Bloody Mary.
"Ignorant troublemaker, who are you?"
The voice was arrogant and cold, and the moment it spoke, it sounded like it was looking down on Bloody Mary.
If it was during other times, Bloody Mary wouldn't mind giving the man a kick before mincing him into pieces, but at this particular moment, it was representing its boss, representing the God of Mist, so it had to behave accordingly.
Under the gazes of the God of Mist's believers, Bloody Mary showed a sense of pity on its face.
"Lost sheep, are you trapped in the Mist as well?
Do not hesitate, do not fear, please recite my lord's name in your heart.
You will be saved! "
Bloody Mary loosened its hands, turned around, and freed itself from the shackles.
On top of that, it picked up the head and used its sleeve to wipe the dirt off the head's face.
"I know how it feels to be frozen.
It's cold, right?
Don't worry, you won't feel the cold anymore. "
Bloody Mary said softly as it picked up the head and looked at it face to face, eye to eye.
Even though the vines kept stabbing and whipping Bloody Mary, there was no resentment in the voice.
Gentle and calm.
Just like …
Sunshine!
The underground hideout, which had been cold a moment ago, seemed to be filled with warmth as the warm sunlight of winter shone in.
Looking at this scene, the believers of the God of Mist had tears in their eyes.
There was no need for words or gestures. The believers knelt on the ground, chanting the name of the God of Mist piously.
This is the god we believe in.
Mercy and compassion.
Perhaps he was sometimes extreme in his actions.
But …
That was probably a last resort, right?
After all, the gods had already lost their eyes and ears. As believers, what was the big deal about sacrificing some limbs?
Besides, didn't we survive?
That was enough.
In front of him was an 'emissary' whose expression did not change despite being hurt at will. He even had a gentle and heartwarming smile on his face.
He was surrounded by devout believers who were almost fanatical.
The head in Bloody Mary's hand was stunned.
Wasn't the God of Mist just a little Evil God that rose during the chaos?
Not to mention the God of War and Lady Calamity, even existences like them paled in comparison to them.
Because of that, when Bloody Mary got the news of the God of Mist's disappearance, it chose to strike at the first moment.
It wanted to devour the God of Mist.
It wanted to acquire the God of Mist's authority and expand it into its own.
It wanted to plunder the God of Mist's believers and expand it into its own.
With that, it would definitely become one of the strongest among them.
It might not be comparable to the God of War or Lady Calamity, but it had greater potential. At least, if a chance presented itself, it might be able to become the second Lady Calamity.
However, the scene before Bloody Mary's eyes told it that the God of Mist that it knew in the past wasn't real.
At least, it didn't have such an emissary.
It was also certain that the others around it didn't have such an emissary either. It was also certain that the 'emissary' wasn't one of them in disguise.
Bloody Mary sensed from the 'emissary' in the 'emissary'. It was also certain that the 'emissary' in the 'emissary' wasn't one of them in disguise.
The 'emissary' and the 'emissary' would only appear in the most fanatical believers.
It would only appear in the most fanatical believers.
Such believers would eventually become their emissary.
It was a pity …
It didn't have such an emissary.
Not only the 'emissary', the others around it didn't have one either.
The War Shrine might have one.
Lady Calamity might have one too.
But …
Those emissaries would never possess the strength of the 'emissary' before it.
A small part of the emissary's strength came from itself and most of it was bestowed.
In simple words, the strength of the emissary had a lot to do with the God that the emissary worshipped.
And this powerful emissary in front of them showed that the 'God of Mist' that they had been ignoring was quite powerful!
Of course, the emissary shouldn't be stronger than the God of War and Lady Calamity.
The emissary before it should be one in a million, a fanatic believer of the God of Mist.
No!
It wasn't just an emissary anymore.
It was …
A believer!
Damn it!
What a lucky bastard!
Why didn't I have such a believer?
Why didn't I have a suitable believer?
The head was filled with jealousy.
However, it stopped.
After knowing that it, a 'substitute', couldn't get what it wanted, why would it waste its energy?
Besides, offending a powerful EsGod wasn't a wise move.
It and the other EsGods needed allies.
A heavily injured and weak God of Mist wasn't qualified.
However, a powerful 'God of Mist' was qualified to do so.
After all, they had the same enemy.
"As the believer of the God of Mist, I suppose you know something about the current Sicar, don't you?"
The head adjusted its tone and spoke again.
'Of course I don't.
If I knew, do you think you can still speak? '
Bloody Mary criticized in its heart, but the smile on its face got warmer.
"I know a little.
The believers of the lord need the lord's protection.
That is why I am here. "
Said Bloody Mary as it looked at the believers kneeling on the ground. The gentleness in its eyes moved the believers who stared into its eyes to the point that tears gushed out from their eyes.
Naturally, the hearts of the believers became firmer.
"Oh the supreme lord!
Please hear our prayers, we will carry out your will, bow to your greatness, bear your name, and shine the world. Everything we have will be bestowed by you … "
The sound of prayer rang out once more.
However, this time, the prayers weren't like the usual prayers, which were filled with pleading.
It was a kind of gratitude from the bottom of the heart.
The tiny changes brought about a qualitative change.
Feeling the pure Power of Faith, the head got more jealous.
It couldn't help but grunt coldly.
"Running away all the time won't buy you survival!
"I think we've all underestimated your God. We've treated his forbearance all this time as weakness. But now, he's revealed his true strength."
Do you think those two will sit back and watch your God continue to be a bystander? "
The head laughed coldly at the end.
Why would the God of War and Lady Calamity sit back and watch the God of Mist being exposed?
It was likely that they had already discovered some clues, which was why they came out to probe him.
The God of Mist didn't want to sit back and wait for his death, that was why he sent his' kin 'here to wait for the head.
The God of Mist had prepared enough 'troops'!
Look at those pitiful mortals, they might even want to die for the God of Mist!
Those bastards that were bought over by small favors were really … pitiful!
The head, who thought it had seen through everything, stared at Bloody Mary with a burning gaze.
"My God is powerful!
"But my lord has too many things to worry about."
We are the lambs in the mist, my God's biggest worry. My God gave up his eyes and ears for us, and now he is going to fight for us … "
Bloody Mary choked on its sobs.
Its body was shivering, it tried its best to close its eyes, hoping to hold back the tears, but everyone saw the tear stains on Bloody Mary's cheeks.
They looked at the scene blankly.
Their already excited hearts exploded at this moment.
Every single one of them cried out loud.
They knew their God gave up his eyes and ears for them, but they never felt pain at this moment.
It was all to protect them.
It was all to protect them.
And …
Now, they had to fight to protect them.
What about them?
Other than praying here, were they not going to do anything else?
No!
It couldn't be like this!
A believer in leather armor with a long sword, who looked like a guard, looked up. His eyes were unprecedentedly firm, showing an indomitable determination.
"My lord, I am willing to follow my God's footsteps.
My God is willing to fight for us.
I am willing to die for my God! "
The guard then drew his sword, grabbed the blade with his left hand and pulled the hilt with his right. Blood gushed out and dyed the blade red.
A vow!
It was the vow of the God of Mist!
This was like a domino effect. The surrounding guards drew their swords and took their oaths. Some of the remaining believers took out their daggers. Those who didn't have daggers bit their fingers.
Vow after vow sounded in the underground hideout.
"I am willing to follow my God's footsteps!"
"My God is willing to fight for us!"
"I am willing to die for my God!"
…
A firm voice.
It was filled with an indomitable determination.
Such determination was the most direct power of faith in the head's eyes.
It was even purer than before.
It was surging!
Damn it!
Jealousy rose in the head again, it didn't want to stay any longer.
"The God of Mist is willing to join our resistance?"
The head asked.
Bloody Mary nodded.
After Bloody Mary agreed, the head rolled away from Bloody Mary's hands. When he fell to the ground, he wiggled a little and vanished into the ground.
"Then tomorrow night, we shall go to Viscount Sicar's mansion!
"That will be our gathering place this time!"
Before the head disappeared, the voice entered Bloody Mary's ears.
Bloody Mary quietly watched the man vanish into thin air.
After the heads disappeared, the believers shifted their attention to Bloody Mary.
"My lord, what are we going to do now?"
The young man who stood up first asked.
"Of course we are going to treat your wounds.
My God may protect everyone, but he can't save everyone from self-harm. "
Bloody Mary said without even batting an eyelid.
If it was possible, Bloody Mary wouldn't mind performing a miracle on behalf of its boss. Unfortunately, although it was near immortal, it wasn't good at healing.
Especially healing humans.
Bloody Mary was a demon after all.
It was already an anomaly for it to enjoy sunbathing.
If it knew how to heal itself …
It might even suspect that its assassin memories were fake.
In order not to embarrass its boss, it had to be more tactful with its words.
'Boss is protecting you, but the harm you inflict on yourself isn't within the scope of his protection.'
Such an excuse was very convincing.
Similar to how raising one's vigilance could prevent accidents, but if one was courting death, no amount of vigilance would work.
Such an excuse won the believers' trust.
While everyone was bandaging their wounds, Bloody Mary walked up to the young guard who caught its attention.
"Shegal."
Bloody Mary addressed him as such.
After entering this place, Bloody Mary had memorized almost everyone's name.
The ability was something it was born with.
It had the memories of an assassin and the talents of a demon.
"My lord."
The young guard, who was bandaged up, walked over and greeted Bloody Mary respectfully.
The identity of Bloody Mary's' kin 'was enough for all believers of the God of Mist to show respect to Bloody Mary.
"Gather the believers of my lord here as soon as possible.
War is unavoidable.
We must prepare for everything. This place will be the sanctuary of my lord's believers. "
Bloody Mary said slowly.
"Shelter?"
Aren't we going to fight? "
The young guard was stunned.
"Fighting is my business.
Your mission is to protect this place.
Protect the defenseless believers of my lord. "
Bloody Mary showed a compassionate look again.
The young guard shivered, looking at the 'kin' in front of him blankly. His eyes slowly showed respect.
If the respect before was because of the young guard's strength and identity as a 'kin', the respect now was because of the sacrifice that Bloody Mary was about to make.
Yes, sacrifice!
Sacrificing themselves in exchange for their survival plan.
How could mortals participate in the war of Gods?
Therefore, he was prepared to die just now.
So was the others.
But now?
Everyone stared blankly at Bloody Mary.
Bloody Mary didn't conceal its words just now, almost everyone heard it.
"My lord!"
"My lord!"
Amid the anxious cries, Bloody Mary waved its hand.
"When I received the blessing from my lord, I was prepared for everything, just like all of you, but the difference is that I'm burning like a torch, I should fight against the calamities and darkness.
And all of you?
You are still the seed of fire!
All of you must stay and spread the light of my lord across the whole of Aïtantin, the whole Northern Land!
Let the people of the world remember the true face of my lord! "
The moment its words subsided, Bloody Mary raised its hands, as if it was hugging the sky. An illusory image appeared above its head.
Wings that tore the sky apart, blazing and long.
Horns that could pierce the sky spiraled upwards.
A strong body stood on the ground, unyielding.
The thick black cloth covered the eyes and ears of this body, but it did not cover the gentleness hidden at the corner of his mouth. This was because, in his hand, there was a pure white flower.
It was as if that flower was his everything!
His everything!
His whole world!
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