"Orff … I'm familiar with this name. He was the pope of the Church of Massacre 3,000 years ago. He suddenly disappeared 3,000 years ago and disappeared from the various countries."
Walking in the wilderness, Marr looked at Adil and continued, "After he disappeared, the entire Church of Massacre suddenly fell into silence. Under the suppression of many churches, it slowly declined. It was only in the recent ten years that it slowly became active."
"Now it seems that he did not disappear that year. He deliberately preserved the power of the entire Church of Massacre, waiting for this opportunity."
"What does he want to do?"
Looking at Marr, Adil frowned and asked.
"Of course he wants to revive the God of Massacre."
Looking at Adil, Marr smiled and said, "Orff was the former pope of the Church of Massacre, and he was also the most devout believer of the God of Massacre. He deliberately preserved the power of the entire Church of Massacre until now to ensure the revival of the God of Massacre."
"The drop of Massacre Blood on My Lord is one of the methods to revive the God of Massacre."
Speaking up to this point, Marr's face became serious. "The Massacre Blood contains the divinity of the God of Massacre. Once the host cannot resist the temptation, or if their will is not strong enough to resist the Massacre Will, they will be transformed by the Massacre Force and become a Son of Massacre."
"Son of Massacre …" Hearing this, Adil frowned. There seemed to be a flash of light in his mind, causing him to remember something in an instant.
"The so-called Son of Massacre is the person chosen by the God of Massacre …"
Walking on the road, Marr continued, "Inheriting the divinity of the God of Massacre, these Sons of Massacre will obtain endless Massacre Force as long as they kill, and they will continue to grow stronger."
"When the Sons of Massacre kill in the various countries, they will definitely cause massacre after massacre, causing the Massacre Force on the continent to boil. When all the Sons of Massacre have grown up, it will be time for the God of Massacre to revive."
"Killing each other?" Adil raised his head and recalled the records of the Son of Slaughter in the past. He raised his head and asked.
"Yes." Marr sighed, then nodded. "Because of the same divinity and divine power, when the Sons of Slaughter kill each other, the winner will obtain all the power and divinity of the loser. When all the blood of Slaughter converges on the last Son of Slaughter, that is when the God of Slaughter is revived."
"This is a trap from the beginning to the end. All the Sons of Slaughter are sacrifices, just offerings for the final resurrection of the God of Slaughter."
She said softly, seeming to think of a terrifying scene. She couldn't help but raise her right hand and cover her chest. "The more the Son of Slaughter kills in the world, the more power he gains, and the stronger the God of Slaughter will be after he revives."
"Orff has been looking for talented geniuses to be his hosts. He has scattered the Blood of Massacre so that the God of Massacre can gain more power after he awakens."
At this point, she couldn't help but stop walking. She then raised her head and looked at Adil in front of her. She said with some relief, "Fortunately, although Orff injected His Highness with the Blood of Slaughter, he resisted the erosion of the Blood of Slaughter with his own will and did not turn into a Son of Slaughter."
She couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the calm, handsome, and expressionless Adil. There was a deep sense of admiration in her eyes.
Using one's own will to resist the erosion of the Blood of Slaughter, to resist the erosion of a god's power. There were very, very few people who could do this, even in the long history. Only the Sons and Saintesses with divine blood could do this.
Adil was probably the first person who could resist the erosion of the Blood of Slaughter with his own mortal body.
"With such will and potential, even if he is not favored by fate, he will definitely rise in this era and obtain a glorious future."
Looking at Adil's calm face, she sighed in her heart, but gradually, a smile appeared on her face.
No matter what, the stronger the favored one was, the better it would be for her in the future.
The stronger Adil's will and potential, the more she liked him.
"Son of Slaughter …"
Standing still, listening to Marr's words in Silence, Adil murmured to himself. At this moment, he felt a sense of crisis.
"Even if I did not turn into a Son of Slaughter, I still have the Blood of Slaughter in me. I am afraid I will still be targeted by the other Sons of Slaughter."
"I am afraid that is indeed the case." Marr was stunned for a moment, then a bitter smile appeared on her face. "The merging of the Blood of Slaughter is irreversible. Under the influence of the God of Slaughter's will, the Sons of Slaughter will instinctively find other Blood of Slaughter and try to integrate it into their bodies."
"My Highness, you have the Blood of Slaughter in you. Whether you turn into a Son of Slaughter or not, you are destined to be targeted by these people."
"I see." Adil nodded. Thinking of this, he was speechless. "I don't look for others, but they will look for me. This feeling is really strange."
"So, in order to not be killed by those Sons of Slaughter in the future, my Highness must become stronger as soon as possible."
Marr raised his hands and took out a complicated round coin. He kept calculating there. "With my ability, I can easily find some hidden ruins nearby and get some things from them. By then, with your talent, my Highness, you will naturally become stronger quickly."
"Of course, the attack of the Sons of Slaughter is a matter for the future. In the next few months, my Highness, you need to worry about other things."
"There are other things?" The corner of Adil's eye twitched. This time, he was really surprised.
"That Bloody Knight, an ambitious person who wants to become a god."
Under Adil's gaze, Marr slowly said a name. "The few demigods that my Highness killed before were sent by that Bloody Knight."
"Demigod Bastards?" Adil was stunned. Then, he reacted. "Bloody Knight, the person who killed my brother?"
"My Highness has been targeted."
Marr said in Silence. As if sensing Adil's doubts, she paused before continuing. "The Bloody Knight has the resurrection ritual left behind by the Blood Moon Church. This is the key to the resurrection of the God of the Blood Moon."
"In order to control the God of the Blood Moon and use the power of the God of the Blood Moon to achieve his own ambitions, this Bloody Knight wants to collect the blood essence of all kinds of powerful creatures to cultivate a body that can bear the descent of the God of the Blood Moon."
"His Majesty's elder brother died because of this."
She said quietly, "The transformation of a vampire is a very difficult thing. Every vampire can be considered a precious resource. The Sovereign's elder brother, on the other hand, was compatible with the power of a vampire and was lucky enough to transform into a vampire."
"The vitality of a Silver or even a Golden Knight is equally strong. To the Bloody Knight, they are also rare materials."
Adil listened in Silence. Listening to Marr's words for a long time, he did not say anything.
After a long time, he said, "As a mortal, he wants to control a god. What gives him the confidence to do it?"
"Who knows?" Marr shook her head. "Maybe he has other tricks up his sleeve, or maybe he has already fallen into madness. Either is possible."
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