The metallic clanging of the sword on the ground echoed in front of the gate of Aïtantin Castle like a loud bell.
Everyone was stunned as they looked at Bloody Mary's body on the ground.
What … What is he doing?
Committing suicide?
Why would he do that?
Was it because he didn't want to put the young man in a difficult spot?
This … This was ridiculous!
Both of them were enemies!
Who would think for the sake of the enemy?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Messy thoughts flooded everyone's mind. Whether it was shock, doubt, or disbelief, everyone's eyes were locked on Bloody Mary's body.
Including the young man's captain.
As a matter of fact, the captain was also extremely shocked.
However, the captain was quick to react.
Chang!
The sword was unsheathed, a layer of God of War's brilliance shrouded it, and the sword was swung out like the wind.
Within a breath's time, Bloody Mary's body was minced into pieces.
'Since you are seeking death!
I'll fulfill your wish! '
The captain chuckled coldly in his heart.
Enough life experience, countless missions, and a firm belief in the God of War made the captain's heart as hard as stone.
He wouldn't care about anything.
He wouldn't think twice.
All he needed to do was obey the priest's order and execute the will of the God of War: kill the enemy before him.
Even though the enemy seemed to be immortal … it was the same.
He knew very well that the so-called immortality was just an illusion!
Other than His Majesty the God of War, no one was immortal!
As long as one broke through to a certain level, immortality was nothing but a joke.
Coincidentally, the War Shrine had such a secret technique.
Combined with his sword skills, even if some pagans were slain, they wouldn't be able to come back to life!
The captain was very confident about that.
So, he turned around and sheathed his sword.
He looked at the young man behind him and unconsciously frowned.
Gino was a young man that he had high hopes for.
He had a clean background and outstanding talents.
All he needed was a little training and he could become a qualified armed deacon. After some more training, he could even become the best candidate for an armed priest.
But …
He was still too young!
He was fooled by the illusion before his eyes!
The captain sighed in his heart.
"Gino, don't be …"
The captain was about to persuade his young teammate, but he saw that the young teammate, who had been staring blankly, was looking behind him in astonishment.
Moreover, the people around him were the same.
Immediately, the battle-hardened captain took a step forward, turned around, and swung his sword.
This was pure battle instinct.
When there was someone behind him, he would definitely be pursued if he moved forward. Turning around and slashing with his sword would have a miraculous effect.
Even if he couldn't heavily injure his opponent, he could still disrupt his opponent's attack rhythm and seize the initiative.
However, the captain's sword missed.
There was no one chasing after him.
More precisely, the resurrected Bloody Mary stood on the spot, looking at him with a smile.
Had it been any other time, the scene would have been awkward, but when the captain saw Bloody Mary standing in front of him again, he didn't feel awkward at all. All he felt was fear!
How was that possible?!
Why didn't the sword, which was strengthened by divine spells, work?
The doubts in his heart didn't make the captain hesitate at all.
He swung his sword again, and at the same time, he chanted the name of the God of War.
"My lord makes my sword sharper!
"My Lord has made my will stronger!"
My lord's will is the direction my sword points to! "
Amid his loud chants, the captain's sword was enchanted with the light of the God of War again, slicing Bloody Mary into pieces again.
It was even more broken than before.
Then, he widened his eyes at the pieces of the body before him. The white light gathered and resurrected him.
It was still as clean as new.
The smile was still warm.
It never changed.
It would never change.
It was like the sun that rose every day. No matter what you did, it would shine down on you, providing you with light and warmth.
Everyone looked at Bloody Mary at the moment, such a thought rose in their hearts without a reason.
'So this is the Mist religious sect?'
The old marquis took a deep breath.
Despite his vast knowledge and experience, he was also astonished by the continuous resurrection scene.
It seemed like the resurrection method before his eyes had surpassed all the methods he knew.
And, more importantly …..
The people around him had memorized the name of the Mist religious sect!
Just look at their gazes!
There was shock and disbelief in their eyes, but most of them were yearning!
That's right!
Yearning!
The old marquis was sure those gazes …
He had seen it in too many people's eyes.
He was certain that as long as this person who kept 'resurrecting' waved at the ignorant commoners, they would kneel down and beg for mercy.
Danger!
The Mist was even more dangerous than the God of War and Lady Calamity!
He had to control them!
The old marquis unconsciously thought of the believers of the Mist religious sect in the slums of the Lower Seventh Ring.
Maybe it was time to bring it forward.
The old marquis couldn't help but squint his eyes when he thought about the fact that he had to use one of his other trump cards.
If he had a choice, he really didn't want to use this trump card.
No!
Not now!
The old marquis quickly denied his thoughts.
He only had one chance to use this trump card.
It would be a waste if he didn't use it during the crucial moment!
Now, it was far from the crucial moment.
As for being discovered?
The Mist was a God, yes.
But a God wasn't omniscient and omnipotent. Moreover, God of War and Lady Calamity didn't notice, how could he?
If it wasn't for the bigger picture, he had more ways to destroy the so-called two big … no, it should be two big and one small churches.
He was reluctant to use his trump card.
The old marquis wasn't frustrated.
If one method couldn't be used, he would use another.
He looked at the God of War and the Mist.
The old marquis quietly made a gesture to his back. The royal spy hiding among the crowd caught the gesture right away. He pretended to be shocked and shouted, "Ignoring the blade, is this a gift from His Majesty the Mist?"
Amidst the silence, such exclamations immediately spread throughout the entire place.
The captain who was still in shock quickly reacted to the situation.
Not afraid of the blade!
Then, what about the others?
For example … fire!
With the thought in mind, the captain wielded his sword with his right hand and pulled out a black ball the size of a pigeon egg with his left.
The next moment, the black ball was fired at Bloody Mary.
Before the black ball landed on its body.
Bloody Mary had a general idea of what was going on based on the intense emotions from the captain.
Fire!
Burning fire!
However, it didn't have the intention to dodge.
In the beginning, Bloody Mary was afraid of fire.
But as it leveled up multiple times and reached rank 2, it only had to take 60% of the damage from the previous fatal fire attacks. It was nothing for Bloody Mary with [Super Regeneration].
Because of that, it was able to resist the buff from the God of War divine art that was attached to its sword.
Of course, it hurt a lot.
But for the sake of boss, everything was worth it.
For the sake of the smooth execution of the plan.
From a certain aspect, the fire before its eyes was what it wanted and desperately needed.
Bang!
The black ball landed on Bloody Mary's body.
KABOOM!
The exploding fire burst up to the sky.
The fire engulfed Bloody Mary's body in an instant.
'Is it dead?'
The captain stared at the fire tightly.
So did the others.
However, not including the members of the Mist religious sect.
They looked at the flames soaring into the sky, and each of them wore a calm expression.
How could fire hurt the bishop of the Mist religious sect?
They didn't forget their own creed.
'Fire and flame are our lord's weapons.
It's also a skill that we need to learn. '
…
The old marquis, who had been observing the Mist religious sect members, couldn't help but frown when he saw their expressions. Suddenly, his eyelids twitched.
He saw the divine emblem on the Mist religious sect members' chests.
It was a burning gold coin with the number 7 on it!
A bad feeling rose in the old marquis' heart.
At the next moment …
"Oh, Supreme Lord!"
We will listen to your teachings, we will carry out your will, we will bow to your greatness, we will bear your name, we will shine upon the world, everything we have will be bestowed upon us by you … "
Prayers came from the blazing fire.
Bloody Mary slowly walked out of the blazing fire.
This time, the civilians couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
The continuous and unbelievable phenomena were attacking their rationality.
A few of them weren't mentally strong enough, so Bloody Mary naturally captured them and paid special attention to them.
It didn't need all of them.
All it needed was a few.
Humans followed blindly.
Once someone took the lead, everything would be simpler.
After all, it was the nature of humans.
Just as Bloody Mary expected, when the first person knelt down, the rest of the crowd started to fall like dominoes and a chain reaction started.
Groups of people started to kneel.
All of them were merchants and civilians.
The soldiers and nobles were still hesitating.
The captain's face turned ugly.
He knew what the situation before him meant.
The Mist was shaking the War Shrine's foundation!
"You will be punished by the gods!"
The captain shouted.
He then knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and placed his sword in front of his forehead, praying softly.
Behind him, other than the young man, all the elite warriors of the War Shrine prayed in the same way.
Suddenly, a dark cloud appeared in the sky.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky.
Bolts of lightning began to weave back and forth like giant silver snakes.
Bloody Mary smiled in its heart when it saw the scene.
It had been waiting for this moment.
It put its hands together and slowly knelt down.
The calm believers of the Mist religious sect also knelt down together, including Rogart. The bear-like young man tried his best to make his kneeling posture less conspicuous, but his huge height made him stand out like a crane among chickens.
However, no one paid attention to the young man anymore.
They were captivated by the prayers before them.
Because, in the midst of such prayers, a fog suddenly gathered from all directions.
Kieran felt something in his heart. He put down the honey and butter biscuit in his hand and took out [Lord of Mist] from his pocket.
Bloody Mary had set up the stage for him.
Next, it was time for him to perform.
The Lord of Mist shall enter the stage!
[Dispirited Dragon]
Fatty Dragon said that he had indulged himself too much after writing yesterday. He had eaten eight kinds of cakes, drank wine, had steaks, a pot of pork ribs, and a bowl of lamb soup until morning … Then, he felt dispirited today. His stomach was in pain, and his teeth were starting to hurt. That was all. He said apologetically …
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