At first, when Khorów saw Kieran nod, his face showed a sense of delight but when Kieran rejected him, the delight on Khorów's face froze.
'Why did you nod if you don't agree?'
Lagren clenched his teeth. If he wasn't certain he wasn't a match for the young man before him, he would hang the bastard on top of the castle walls to let the night breeze blow.
Breathe.
Breathe.
After a few deep breaths, Lagren regained his calmness.
"Corin, did you not understand what I said?
Or do you think I'm lying to you?
I can swear to you, the accumulation of a Demon Hunter for a thousand years is much more than you can imagine. As for the chance of ascending to Godhood, it's also much higher than you can imagine! "
Lagren said sincerely again.
"I understand what you are saying."
I don't feel like you are lying to me. "
Kieran shook his head, stood up and prepared to leave.
"Then why did you …"
Lagren looked at Kieran's back in confusion.
Kieran didn't answer, he walked out without a pause.
Borl smiled apologetically at Lagren and quickly caught up to Kieran.
Both of them returned to their own courtyard one after another. The smile on Pol's face was swiftly put away and turned into a heavy expression.
"Is there something wrong with Khorów?"
Pol didn't say anything, he asked with hand gestures.
If Pol didn't think much at first and simply followed Kieran's lead, after Lagren stated a series of conditions and Kieran rejected them, Pol realized something was wrong.
A player from the big city didn't risk his life to enter a dungeon world for fun.
Every instance dungeon was an adventure where danger and opportunity coexisted.
Now that the opportunity had appeared, even if it was dangerous, a famous high-ranker shouldn't give up, unless … there was an unpredictable, unimaginable danger inside.
Such as a trap!
Only then could it explain Kieran's rejection.
He wasn't a rookie, so how could he not know how to grasp the opportunity?
However, when Borl thought about how the hotel owner he treated as a friend had a problem, his mood instantly turned complicated.
He hoped that there was some misunderstanding or that he had no other choice.
Although logic told him that there was no difference in the outcome, at least he would feel better.
"Yes."
Kieran nodded slightly but didn't say anything.
Of course, Kieran wouldn't tell Pol anything that was related to him. After all, Pol wasn't Starbeck.
After Pol left with a complicated expression, Kieran, who was in the room, slightly narrowed his eyes. Even with his eyelids covered, it was still difficult to conceal the glint in his eyes.
He raised his hand and touched the Elite Hound's head as a reward. He then used the power of the contract to inform Bloody Mary of his discovery.
The mastermind?
Interesting.
…
Somewhere in the sewers of Sicar.
There was an altar made entirely out of bones, looking extra creepy under the candlelight.
There were human skeletons, cattle, sheep, and even wild beasts on the altar. In the center of the altar, there was a basin of stinking liquid.
Although it reeked, the liquid was very clear, like clear water.
A withered old man was kneeling in front of the altar, listening attentively.
"Very well, my lord.
I will bring everyone out of Sicar and hide in the barren mountains. "
After devoutly restoring his divine spirit, the priest of Decaying Water stood up. He carefully picked up the basin of clear but stinky water on the altar.
Then …
Gulp, Gulp!
He drank it all in a single gulp.
Feeling the power of the 'God' spreading in his body, the priest was intoxicated.
Then, he started to move.
Decree after decree of God was delivered to his believers.
When the last edict was successfully passed down, the priest who was about to leave felt a little unwilling to accept it.
But it was the decree of God.
He couldn't defy it.
'But if I can make those bastards who forced my lord to leave suffer before I leave, my lord will be happy, right?
Even if my lord executes me in the end …
'I should make my lord happy!'
'That's right!
This is what I should do! '
An unknown thought bloomed in his heart and expanded rapidly, eventually becoming irresistible.
Because of his excitement, he neglected a lot of unusual things.
The whispers that flashed past his ears.
He neglected them.
Likewise, Decaying Water was neglected as well.
Under normal circumstances, the 'Decaying Water' would have sensed it, but for safety's sake, the 'Decaying Water' that hid in its believer's body immediately entered a dormant state. Unless the believer suffered real damage, it wouldn't wake up at all.
It believed that its loyal believer would complete all the tasks it ordered.
Because the believer's faith told it that the believer was willing to die for it.
What else was there to doubt about such a believer?
None.
A loyal believer who was willing to sacrifice his life was totally trustworthy.
However, Decaying Water had never heard of the saying 'good intentions do bad things'.
Therefore, certain things were changed.
…
In the eastern sector of Sicar, on the side of the market.
It was a three-storey wooden building, very inconspicuous. Similar to the other similar buildings around it, it had a sense of age and looked a little shabby, but it was the first choice of the traveling merchants.
Not everyone was willing to go to Anan.
Most of the peddlers cared more about price than comfort.
As long as they could sleep and eat their fill, it wouldn't make a difference.
Therefore, this place became the most crowded place in Sicar.
Most of the people from Wither and Rest Sects were hiding in this place.
Nothing else was more delightful than this prosperous and mixed place with crooks and honest people. They had endless believers and resources here.
Both sects were able to gather in the same area and live in harmony, so it was natural that they had a close relationship.
As a matter of fact, Wither and Rest Sects were very similar from a certain aspect.
Wither was once a withered tree, a mother who lost everything in the Black Cataclysm hid in its trunk with her baby in swaddling clothes.
She wanted to escape the vicious soldiers and bandits.
Unfortunately, the baby's cries turned everything into a fantasy.
The innocent baby in swaddling clothes was hung on a spear, the mother was raped by the soldiers and she witnessed everything with her own eyes.
The soldiers and bandits did not kill the woman right away.
They probably did not have enough fun.
However, when the baby died, the woman was already dead.
At night, the weak woman hung herself on the withered tree.
Then, Wither realized it was alive again.
It seemed to be the withered tree, the woman, and the child.
It stared blankly and helplessly at the soldiers killing the elk they had just caught. Then, it realized that it could move again. Not only could it move, but the elk that should have been dead could also move.
On top of that, it seemed to have acquired some unusual power.
So did the elk.
Then, rage appeared.
It belonged to that woman.
It seemed like it really became that woman and started to take revenge for itself.
The elk?
It was more direct.
It wanted to take revenge for itself and its baby.
The group of soldiers and bandits did not walk out of that place alive.
Only Wither Branch and Resting Deer walked out. They used the mystical power to roam the Land of Sicar, slowly gaining intellect and were worshipped as Gods by the ignorant people.
Wither Branch and Resting Deer were born as a response to the situation.
They grew bigger and bigger.
Following the weakening of the War Shrine, they even entered Sicar, a place they never dared to enter.
Now, they were preparing to complete their final descent.
They wanted to break free from the shackles of their bodies.
They wanted to acquire a real body.
They wanted to become a true God!
But …
Recalling the mist giant in the morning and the fireball that fell from the sky, Wither Branch and Resting Deer went silent.
That kind of power had exceeded their knowledge.
Or in other words, according to the knowledge they possessed, the Mist shouldn't have such an ability.
But facts spoke louder than words.
Everything was seen with their own eyes.
And this was definitely not good news.
Since it exceeded their knowledge, there was only one possibility.
The Mist had completed its descent!
It had acquired a real body!
Although they didn't know how it did it, Wither Branch and Resting Deer knew what they had to do.
Leave!
Leave Sicar!
They had to leave!
Otherwise, death would await them!
There was no such thing as mercy in a God's War. Since the Mist had seized the initiative, the excuses and little tricks that they had prepared beforehand were no longer necessary.
It was useless!
However, Wither Branch and Resting Deer were reluctant to give up on Sicar, which they had painstakingly built up.
In the entire north, other than Edatine Castle, only Sicar was a densely populated city. The rest were just some villages and towns. Further away at the border of Mozaar, despite having quite a high population, compared to Sicar, Mozaar was like heaven and earth.
"What should we do?"
The Resting Deer maintained its ferocious expression and asked in a low voice.
Perhaps it inherited the woman's knowledge of the human world, but the Withering Branch was much smarter than the Resting Deer. The Resting Deer was also used to letting the Withering Branch make plans and decide everything.
All it needed to do was cooperate and pour human blood on its body.
Other than that?
It didn't mind listening to the wails.
"Leave.
"Decaying Water has left," Kieran said.
"If we don't leave now, we won't have a good ending when the Mist comes here."
Withering Branch said with difficulty, to the point that even the head that it had attached itself to showed difficulty.
"Okay."
The Resting Deer nodded.
Just when the two pagans were ready to leave, two pagans reported to them at the same time: most of Decaying Water's believers had left, but a few stayed behind, including their archpriest.
The archpriest was heading towards the mansion of Viscount Sicar.
Withering Branch and Resting Deer looked at each other.
"What is Decaying Water trying to do?"
"Didn't it choose to leave?"
"Why would its archpriest stay?"
The Resting Deer didn't understand.
"Why?"
"Of course it's because it's unwilling and unwilling to leave.
"Just like us, so it chose to struggle."
The head that Withering Branch controlled showed a smile as if it understood everything. Before Resting Deer could ask, it continued, "Decaying Water has taken the initiative to ally with that lord viscount. Although the lord viscount has been saying that he has abandoned the useless God of War, we all know it's just a pretense. His faith in the God of War has never changed, he even has a closer relationship with the bishop. According to our plan, the descending sacrificial offering will start from the lord viscount."
"But now, Decaying Water will tell the lord viscount everything."
"With the Lord Viscount's faith in the God of War, he would never allow an Evil God to truly 'descend'. So, he would try his best to clear the 'fog' instead of fighting a battle of wits and courage with us.
"At least before the Mist is cleared, he won't care about us."
"After all, compared to the Mist, we're not even worth mentioning."
As Withering Branch spoke, Resting Deer's eyes shone brighter and brighter.
In the end, the Resting Deer asked impatiently.
"What should we do?"
"This is our chance!
If we succeed, not only will we complete our descent, we might even become something like Lady Calamity. Don't forget, this time around, not only the possible incarnation of the God of War and the whole of Sicar will be sacrificed, there's also a Demon God that has completed his descent. "
"Let's go!
To the viscount's mansion! "
The moment its voice subsided, Withering Branch controlled the head and sent it into the wall of the secret room.
The Resting Deer followed closely behind and disappeared.
…
Lying on a soft mattress, Bloody Mary felt a comfort that it had never felt before.
A soft bed, a warm stove, and a bowl of nourishing medicinal soup on the short table beside the bed.
Beautiful!
It was too beautiful!
It felt like a dream!
When the heavily injured Bloody Mary returned to the west gate of Sicar, it was brought back to the secret hideout by Shegal.
Without any orders, the believers in the shop took care of their lord emissary from the bottom of their hearts.
Bloody Mary had never bandaged its wounds before, so it touched the bandage on its chest and felt the clear potion under the bandage. It almost cried.
First time!
The first time in its life!
It relied on its own recovery all the time, not even a single bandage, let alone potions.
Unlike now, not only did it have bandage potions, but it also had a soft nourishing potion and everyone looked at it with respect.
Especially when Shegal told it how it stood in front of Resting Deer's antlers for its brothers and sisters, the respect was elevated to reverence.
'What West Coast?
What sunshine? What beach?
I'm not going anywhere anymore.
From today onwards, this is my home! '
Bloody Mary made its decision while floating in the air.
Then, Kieran's message appeared in its heart.
Bloody Mary, who was on the verge of ascending, was swiftly pulled back to the hell of reality.
After it swiftly deciphered the content of the message, its lips trembled and its heart trembled.
It …
It still wanted to go back to West Coast.
There was nothing bad about wandering on the sea.
Really, it swore.
Wasn't it just monotonous and lonely?
At least it was better than death, right?
Besides, the boss' mission wasn't just about dying once or twice!
Bloody Mary couldn't help but shrink its body.
Death was unavoidable.
At least it should enjoy the comfort before its eyes.
Every second it could enjoy was a second.
At least …
This kind of death was worth it, wasn't it?
.。 m.
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