All the believers looked at the mirage above Bloody Mary's head in shock.
It was the first time they saw their own God's image.
Compared to the abstract image at the beginning, the image was more abstract.
Now, the concrete image was more deeply rooted in people's hearts.
It felt like the God of Mist was supposed to be like this.
Not only did he have reckless edges, but he also had a strong body and a wholehearted protector.
Yes, protection.
That little white flower is my master's protection for us!
Inexplicably, all the believers felt that the little white flower was themselves!
The believers knelt on the ground again.
They prayed again.
After a round of prayers, the believers looked at the mirage again in excitement.
"This is our lord?"
They looked at the mirage deeply, branding it in their hearts.
Several believers who were good at drawing already took out a brush and paper and started to draw.
Stroke by stroke, the God of Mist's image swiftly appeared on the paper.
Bloody Mary drew 7 more drawings before it kept the mirage.
Although it wouldn't have a problem holding on for as long as it wanted, it didn't do so.
"They fit the numbers of our lord."
Bloody Mary said softly while pointing at the seven completed drawings.
Every God had their own symbol and blessing, the God of Mist should have it too but it wasn't complete. Now that the God of Mist was its boss, Bloody Mary had to perfect the symbols.
Bloody Mary felt that the number 7 was suitable for it.
Its boss liked the number a lot.
"We obey our lord's will."
All the believers bowed.
The 7 completed drawings were placed on the altar in the temporary hideout. The unfinished drawings were quickly thrown into the fire after prayers.
"Fire and flame are our lord's weapons.
It is also a skill that we need to learn. "
Bloody Mary raised its left hand and a ball of flame appeared on its fingertip.
Of course, the flame was just an illusion, it couldn't fool the powerful ones, but it was enough for the believers.
They couldn't tell the real from the fake.
Of course, even if Bloody Mary could tell the truth from the fake, it would be able to explain itself.
Ding!
Just when all the believers were looking at the fire in Bloody Mary's left hand, a Gold Purton appeared in its right hand. It flicked its thumb and the gold coin flew up with a clear chime. Bloody Mary then caught it with its left hand and pressed it on the back of its right hand.
"Dollar, the shield that my master gave me."
"When you are lost and don't know what to do, it will give you an accurate answer."
"Heads are affirmative, tails are negative."
"My lord will peer into the fog and give us the answer."
Bloody Mary uttered the last symbol.
It knew how thrifty its boss was.
Stingy?
Sorry, that's what you said.
I have a contract here, so I can only tell the truth, which is to be diligent and thrifty.
Number 7, Flame, Coin.
After informing its believers of the three symbols, Bloody Mary turned around and headed to the gate.
At that moment, all the believers quietened down.
The believers all knew what was about to happen.
Even the 'Chosen' couldn't guarantee that he could return safely, which was why he couldn't wait to tell his believers everything.
But the more he did, the more uncomfortable they felt.
"My lord, I'll send you off."
Shegal, representing all the believers, walked up to Bloody Mary and spoke softly.
"Em."
Bloody Mary nodded and glanced over all the believers in the temporary hideout, as though it was trying to memorize every single one of them. The glance lasted for almost 10 seconds.
When the figure vanished behind the gate, some of the believers couldn't hold back their tears anymore.
However, none of them allowed themselves to cry.
They covered their mouths and shed tears quietly.
Their lord had gone to fight in their place.
They shouldn't worry their lord anymore.
Bloody Mary heard the muffled sobs, showing a tinge of pity on its face again.
"Don't be sad for me.
Don't be sad for me.
We will meet again in the kingdom of my lord.
I'm just a step ahead. "
Bloody Mary lowered its head and said softly. Without waiting for the young man's reply, it quickly vanished into the night.
After seeing Bloody Mary off, Shegal came back to his senses. He stood up straight and slightly leaned forward, saying softly, "My lord, please take your time, we will try our best to catch up to you."
He took in a deep breath slowly.
Feeling the coldness of the night in Sicar, the young man's eyes were burning like a burning flame.
He stood up straight and looked at his body.
Word by word, he said.
"We …"
"We will meet again in the kingdom of my lord!"
The moment his words subsided, Shegal turned around and returned to the temporary hideout.
Everyone turned to look at Sergei.
The 'Chosen' had made it clear that Shegal was in charge of everything here.
The young man had become the leader.
"We will follow our lord's will and bring our brothers and sisters here to receive our lord's protection.
Not just Sicar, but also the areas around Sicar, form teams in the east, south, west, and north directions.
All four teams will depart at once and must return before dark tomorrow. "
Shegal said.
"Yes."
Naturally, the four armed guards became the leaders of the four temporary teams.
Then, under Shegal's cover, the four teams passed through the west gate of Sicar.
Shegal was the person in charge of the west gate.
Most of the men were also the guards of the west gate.
The night was getting darker and darker.
No one noticed the departure of the four teams.
In other words, there were some who discovered it, but under some special circumstances, they turned a blind eye to it.
Bloody Mary, who was hiding in the dark, retracted its illusion and stood on top of the city walls, watching the four teams leave. The sky was dark, the stars were dim, and the moon was almost gone.
Huu, Huu, Huu!
The night breeze from the north blew relentlessly, causing the fire in the brazier to sway left and right. Bloody Mary turned around and slowly walked into the city.
Its figure vanished into the void, undetectable.
Only Bloody Mary could hear its own footsteps.
Its mission wasn't completed yet.
Bloody Mary had always been perfect when it came to the missions its boss assigned to it.
This time was no exception.
However, it wasn't in a rush.
Maybe …
Could it do better?
Bloody Mary suddenly looked outside the city.
After some thought, it vanished in a flash.
…
Carl bit his tongue hard.
The pain instantly made him sober up a little, and the whispers in his ears also quietened down. He lowered his head and touched his warhorse.
"Phernesa, where is this place?"
Carl asked.
It wasn't that he didn't want to find a simpler way.
It was …
His eyes couldn't see anymore.
Not long ago, when the whispers in his ears exploded, he completely lost his sight.
The appearance of the darkness made him panic all of a sudden.
Almost!
He almost turned into a monster!
Fortunately, he managed to break free at the last moment.
But now, he couldn't see anymore.
He touched his eye sockets and realized his eyeballs were gone.
He didn't even have the time to feel sad or angry. He told himself that he had to calm down.
Only calmness could resist the whispers in his ears.
"We're almost at Sicar."
Phernesa answered precisely.
It seemed like because of the previous danger, Carl and Phernesa got closer. There wasn't a gap between them anymore, they could clearly understand each other's thoughts.
On top of that, Phernesa seemed to have become smarter.
It wasn't just purely caring for Carl, it would also protect its master.
"Carl, we're almost there."
Phernesa conveyed the thought to Carl, the gallops getting clearer and clearer, but at the next moment, the gallops stopped.
A malicious aura was approaching this place.
Carl couldn't see it, but his senses were getting sharper.
He gripped his sword tightly and swung it forward.
The blessing from the War Shrine on the hilt was gone, the red gemstone dimmed but the sharpness of the blade was still there.
As a wealthy noble who was proud of his martial prowess, his sword wasn't some common weapon. Other than the blessing from the War Shrine, it was also enchanted with light and sharpness.
If an ordinary sword were to collide with it, it would only take two hits to break it.
At this moment, Carl infused his full strength into the slash, slashing the malicious ambush in half.
Through the touch of the blade, Carl knew it was a spear.
The shaft was made of wood and the head was made of iron.
Most of the equipment was used in the lowest ranks of infantry.
Many robbers were willing to use this kind of weapon.
It wasn't just cheap, it was easy to use as well. All it took was four to five men and after some training, they could form a formidable squad.
Besides, most of the spearmen wouldn't move alone.
Therefore, after cutting the spear in half, Carl leaned down on his horse. He wasn't a young noble who needed a rider, so he knew what he should do when he ran into a spearman.
The moment Karl fell to the ground, four spears brushed past his back.
Although Karl couldn't see with his eyes, he could imagine the disappointment on the faces of those pikemen who missed their attacks. At the same time, Karl took the opportunity to slide down from his horse. He calculated the length of the pike and the distance between him and the pike. After taking a step forward, he swung the sword in his hand horizontally.
Puk! Puk!
Blood gushed out.
Warm blood splattered all over his body.
His hands and face were covered in blood.
But Carl didn't have time to wipe his hands. He turned around and slid under Phernesa's stomach, swinging his sword again.
Puk! Puk!
Amidst the sound of the blade entering the body, blood gushed out like a fountain. Carl, who was the closest, was drenched from head to toe.
Instinctively, Carl touched his face.
Then …
He saw it.
Although it was a little blurry, he did see it.
This?!
Karl shook his head forcefully. He had already touched it before. He didn't even have eyeballs, only two pitch-black eye sockets were left. How could he see it?
A bad thought appeared in Carl's heart.
Instinctively, he turned around to his horse, Phernesa.
Without a robust body, a fluttering mane, and a pair of lively eyes, all that was left was a skeleton, a skeleton of a warhorse.
Its bones were thick and pale, and the soul fire in its eye sockets was flickering.
He raised his hands.
There wasn't a bit of flesh on his palms. The skeletal palms moved according to his will.
"I'm dead?"
Carl muttered in disbelief.
However, he didn't make a sound.
All he heard was the flickering of the soul fire that had just been ignited.
Then, he suddenly thought of something and quickly looked down.
He saw the familiar uniform of the Sicar soldiers.
Kaboom!
Carl felt like he was struck by lightning, his body wobbling.
"I killed one of my own?
I killed one of my own? "
He questioned himself.
The whispers in his ears grew clearer and clearer. Karl curled up his body, and the soul fire in his eyes flickered rapidly once more. It wasn't a normal flickering, but a dying struggle, as if it was about to be extinguished.
"Carl, don't give up!
Carl, hold on! "
Phernesa's voice came from the bottom of Carl's heart.
As a warhorse, it didn't know what exactly happened.
But it knew if this continued, the bastard who had been watching them would get what he wanted.
As a matter of fact, the bastard was already here.
"Are you in pain?
"Do you want to wail?"
But you can't even make a single sound … "
"Doesn't that feel even more painful?"
Amidst the gloomy voice, a deer slowly walked out from the forest.
When it saw the deer, Phernesa neighed in warning.
"Still not enough.
"It's still too far away."
When I saw my children being tortured to death by you, when I saw my own stomach being ripped open, I wanted to scream too, but my tongue was cut off, I couldn't make a single sound.
All I could do was watch.
Watch. "
The deer said slowly, getting closer and closer.
Its body was finally revealed.
Its head was still intact, with only a few cuts on it, but the antlers on its head were broken and replaced by dried twigs. Its body was only left with some flesh and blood, and on its bones, there were knife cuts and dense bite marks.
"That's not us!
We didn't do it! "
Phernesa refuted.
"But we are the same as you, intruders who barged into my home without reason!
So … "
"Suffer the curse of pain!"
The skeletal deer's eyes were glimmering red.
"NO!
We were hiding from our enemies … "
"Sigh!"
Phernesa wanted to explain, hoping to resolve the misunderstanding, but at that moment, a sigh sounded.
The sudden sigh startled both parties.
Phernesa and the skeletal deer looked at the direction where the sigh came from.
He was wearing a grey robe without a hood. He had an ordinary face with a compassionate expression. He walked over step by step, ignoring the malevolent aura of the Skeleton Deer. He stood beside Karl and placed his hand on the Skeleton's head.
"Lost child, you've suffered."
The voice sounded sorrowful, as if it was Carl himself.
Carl, who was disturbed by the wicked voice, shivered and looked up blankly.
He saw the man in front of him.
A man who didn't show any signs of compassion when facing his skeletal face, instead, his eyes were filled with pain.
"You … You … Who are you?"
Carl asked.
When the question came out of his mouth, he came back to his senses. No one could hear him, so what was the point of asking?
However, to his surprise, the man in front of him heard him.
That was because the other party was answering meticulously.
"I was once in the same pain as you."
"My lord saved me."
"My Lord has borne my pain."
"At the same time, my lord saw your pain."
"That's why I'm here, my brother."
Bloody Mary moved its feet and stood in front of Carl. Its chest was pierced by the antler-like tree branch, but its smile didn't diminish. It looked at Carl with a warm gaze and said word by word, "I'll bear the pain for you."
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