Chapter 1734 Acting? I'm Professional!

Death is something no creature is willing to accept.

The same goes for upper-level evil spirits.

Although, to a certain extent, it is immortal.

However, the pain caused by 'death' is real. It is something that upper evil spirits cannot escape or reject. It is just like facing your own boss and must be endured.

However, one difference is that it cannot resist its own boss.

But facing those guys who want it to die...

It wants to let those bastards know that it can't kill just anyone.

The upper evil spirit bared his teeth and grabbed the vines on his chest with his right hand. Then, he turned around and wrapped the vines around his body. His left hand, which was already prepared, suddenly grabbed the remaining vines. .

Then, pull hard!

boom!

Along with a handful of soil, the vines were uprooted.

But everyone who saw the root of the vine couldn't help but exclaimed.

Because, the root turned out to be a... human head!

On the human head without hair, fibers sprouted from the hair follicles and were 'twisted' into a dry vine.

Moreover, this head is still ‘alive’.

The other party stared at the upper evil spirit.

"Ignorant spoiler, who are you?"

The other party's voice was arrogant and cold, with a condescending feeling as soon as he opened his mouth.

If it were normal times, the superior evil spirit wouldn't mind giving the opponent a kick first and then chopping the opponent into pieces, but at this time, it represents the Boss and the 'God of Mist', so it should naturally have a corresponding demeanor. .

Under the gaze of a group of followers of the 'God of Mist', a trace of compassion appeared on the face of the superior evil spirit.

"Lost lamb, are you also trapped in the 'fog'?"

"Don't be hesitant, don't be afraid, please silently recite the name of our Lord."

"You will be saved!"

The upper evil spirit loosened its hands as it spoke, and with a turn, it released the restraints.

Not only that, it also picked up the head and gently wiped the dirt on the opponent's face with its sleeves.

"I know what frozen soil feels like."

"Is it cold?"

"Don't worry, you'll never feel the cold again."

Holding up the head, facing each other, eye to eye, the upper evil spirit spoke softly.

Even though the opponent's vines were still piercing and beating the upper evil spirit, there was no resentment in that voice.

Mild and gentle.

Like...

Sunlight!

The underground stronghold, which had been slightly cold just now, seemed to be filled with warmth as the warm winter sun shone in.

Seeing this scene, the believers of the ‘God of Mist’ burst into tears.

No more words or gestures were needed. The believers knelt down and worshiped on the ground, chanting the name of the 'God of Mist' devoutly.

This is the god we believe in.

Kindness, compassion.

You may sometimes act extreme.

but……

I'm afraid it's a last resort, right?

After all, the gods have lost their eyes and ears. As a believer, what does it mean to sacrifice some limbs?

What's more, didn't we survive?

that's enough.

In front of him was the 'messenger' who had been hurt arbitrarily, but his face remained unchanged, and there was a gentle and heart-warming smile.

He was surrounded by devout believers who were almost fanatical.

The 'head' held in the hands of the superior evil spirit was stunned.

Isn’t the ‘God of Mist’ just a little evil god who took advantage of the chaos?

Not to mention being compared to the God of War and Lady Calamity, even existences like them are inferior.

Because of this, it chose to attack as soon as possible after receiving the news that the ‘God of Mist’ was seriously injured and disappeared.

It wishes to devour the other.

Gain the authority of the other party and expand it into your own authority.

Plunder the other party's followers and expand them into your own followers.

In this way, it can definitely become the best among them.

It may still not be comparable to the God of War and Ms. Calamity, but it has greater potential. At least, if any chance arises, it may be able to become the second Ms. Calamity.

But everything in front of it seemed to tell it that the 'God of Mist' it had learned about in the past was not real.

At least, it has no such 'messenger'.

It can also confirm that the few guys around do not have such 'messengers', and it can also confirm that this is not pretended by those guys.

Because it felt in the other person that the other person had unparalleled piety and a belief in giving up everything to a certain existence!

Such piety and belief would not appear in guys like them.

It only appears to the most ardent believers.

And such believers will inevitably become their messengers.

Unfortunately……

It has no such messenger.

Not only it, but also the few guys around it.

There may be one in the Temple of War.

Ms. Calamity might have one too.

But……

It is absolutely impossible for those messengers to have the strength of the 'messenger' in front of them.

A small part of the messenger's strength is his own, and most of it is given to him.

Simply put, whether the messenger is powerful or not has a great relationship with the god he is believed in.

The powerful messenger in front of them reflects from the side the 'God of Mist' that they have always ignored. He is quite powerful!

Of course, it shouldn't be possible to surpass God of War and Lady Calamity.

Because the messenger in front of him should be the kind of fanatical believer who is extremely suitable for the 'God of Mist'.

No!

He is no longer just a messenger.

But...

Beloved!

hateful!

What a lucky guy!

Why don’t I have such believers?

Why don’t I have a suitable lover?

The head was filled with jealousy.

However, it stopped.

Why waste your efforts when you know that your 'substitute' can't get everything you want.

Moreover, offending a powerful alien god is not a wise move.

What it and several other gods need are allies.

A seriously injured and weak 'God of Mist' is certainly not qualified.

But a powerful 'God of Mist' has qualifications.

After all, they share the same enemy.

"As a favored one of the 'God of Mist', you must not know anything about the current Sika, right?"

The head adjusted his tone and spoke again.

Of course I don't know.

I need to know, do you think you can still speak?

The upper evil spirit cursed in his heart, but the smile on his face became gentler.

"I know something."

“Believers of the Lord need the Lord’s protection.”

"So, here I am."

The upper evil spirit said, looking at the prostrate believers on the ground. The softness in its eyes made the believers who looked at it moved to tears again.

Naturally, the hearts of these believers in front of them became more and more determined.

"O supreme Lord!"

"Please listen to our prayers. We pursue your will, bow to your greatness, hold your name, and will shine in the world. Everything we have is given by you..."

The call to prayer rang out again.

However, this time the prayer was not filled with supplications like a confession.

But a kind of gratitude from the heart.

Subtle changes bring about qualitative changes.

Feeling the pure power of faith, the head became more and more jealous.

This made him snort uncontrollably.

"You can't survive by simply escaping!"

"I have become, we have all underestimated your god, and regarded its long-standing forbearance as weak, but now it has exposed its own strength."

"Do you think those two guys will still sit back and watch your god continue to 'watch'?"

At the end of the sentence, the head sneered again and again.

Why did God of War and Lady Calamity sit back and watch the exposed ‘God of Mists’?

I'm afraid some clues have been discovered before, and then the corresponding temptation appeared.

And the 'God of Mist' didn't want to sit still and wait for death, so he sent his 'favorite' to wait for him here.

Moreover, sufficient ‘troops’ have been prepared!

Look at those poor mortals. At this moment, they probably want to die for the ‘God of Mist’, right?

Guys who are bribed for small favors are really... pathetic!

The head, which thought it had seen through everything, stared at the superior evil spirit with piercing eyes.

"My Lord is very powerful!"

"But my lord has too much to worry about."

"We, the lambs in the mist, are our Lord's biggest worry. My Lord gave up his eyes and ears, all for us, and now he has to fight for us..."

The voice of the superior evil spirit was choked.

Its whole body trembled slightly, and it tried hard to close its eyes, hoping to suppress the tears from flowing out, but everyone saw the tears streaked by the upper evil spirit across its cheeks.

They watched all this blankly.

The already excited heart completely exploded at this moment.

They all burst into tears.

They all knew that their Lord had given up his eyes and ears for them, but they never felt pain at this moment.

All to protect us.

All to protect us.

and……

Now, we have to fight to protect us again.

And what about us?

Are you doing nothing but praying here?

No!

can not be like this!

A believer wearing leather armor and carrying a long sword, who was similar to a guard in his own right, raised his head. His eyes were firmer than ever before, and his eyes revealed his determination to move forward.

"My lord, I wish to follow in the footsteps of my Lord."

"My Lord will fight for us."

"I am willing to die for my Lord!"

After saying that, the guard pulled out the long sword, grabbed the blade with his left hand, and pulled the sword hilt with his right hand. Suddenly, blood gushes out, staining the blade red.

oath!

This is the oath of the ‘God of Mists’.

And this was like a domino effect. The surrounding guards drew their swords one by one and swore an oath. Some of the remaining believers took out daggers, and those who did not have daggers simply bit their fingers.

Oaths of oaths began to sound again and again in the underground temporary stronghold.

"I would like to follow in the footsteps of my Lord!"

"My Lord will fight for us!"

"I am willing to die for my Lord!"

…

A firm voice.

With determination to move forward.

And such determination is the most direct power of faith in the eyes of the head.

Even more pure than before.

Even, surging!

Damn it!

The jealous head started to feel in my heart again, and I didn't want to stay any longer.

"The 'God of Mists' is willing to join our resistance?"

the other party asked.

The superior evil spirit nodded slightly.

Facing the superior evil spirit who agreed, the opponent rolled away from the upper evil spirit's hands. When he fell to the ground, he squirmed slightly and disappeared into the ground.

"Then when night falls tomorrow, go to Viscount Sika's mansion!"

"That will be our gathering place this time!"

Just when it was about to disappear, this sound reached the ears of the superior evil spirit.

The superior evil spirit watched the opponent's disappearance calmly.

However, after the head disappeared, the surrounding believers turned their attention to the upper evil spirit.

"Sir, what are we doing now?"

asked the young man who stood up first.

"Treating your injuries, of course."

"Although our Lord protects everyone, he cannot save everyone from their own harm."

The upper evil spirit said without changing his expression.

If it could, it wouldn't mind casting a miracle on its boss. Unfortunately, although it itself was nearly immortal, it wasn't good at healing.

Especially treating humans.

It is, after all, an evil spirit.

It is already an anomaly to like to bask in the sun.

If you know how to treat...

It might start to suspect that its previous memories of being an assassin were false.

In order not to damage the face of its boss, it had to speak more skillfully.

The boss is protecting you, but the harm you do to yourself is not within the scope of the boss's protection.

Such excuses are easy to convince.

Just like being more vigilant can prevent accidents, but if you want to commit suicide, no matter how vigilant you are, it won't work.

Such reasons won the unanimous trust of the believers present.

While everyone was simply bandaging, the superior evil spirit walked up to the young guard who caught its attention.

"Sergey."

The superior evil spirit called the other party this way.

After entering here, the upper evil spirits have remembered almost everyone's names.

This ability is innate.

He has the memory of an assassin and the talent of an evil spirit.

"grown ups."

The young man who had finished bandaging came over immediately and responded respectfully.

The identity of the Beloved One is enough for all those who believe in the ‘God of Mist’ to respect the superior evil spirits.

"Gather the followers of our Lord here as quickly as possible."

"War is inevitable."

"We must make all preparations. This will be a refuge for our Lord's followers."

The upper evil spirit said slowly.

"Shelter?"

"Aren't we going to fight?"

The young man was stunned.

"Fighting is my thing."

"And your mission is to protect this place."

"Guard the defenseless followers of our Lord."

A look of compassion appeared on the face of the superior evil spirit again.

The young man's whole body trembled. He stared blankly at the beloved in front of him, and his eyes gradually showed admiration.

If the respect before was due to the strong strength and the status of the beloved, then the respect at this time is because of the sacrifice that the superior evil spirit is about to make.

Yes, sacrifice!

A plan to sacrifice themselves in exchange for their survival.

How can mortals participate in the battle of gods?

Therefore, he had just avenged his death wish.

So does everyone else.

And now?

Everyone stared blankly at the upper evil spirit.

The superior evil spirit’s words just now were not concealed, and almost everyone heard them.

"grown ups!"

"grown ups!"

Amidst the urgent shouts, the superior evil spirit waved his hand.

"When I received the gift from my Lord, I was already prepared for everything, just like you, but the difference is that I have burned into a torch and should fight against those disasters and darkness."

"And you?"

"It's still fire!"

"You must stay and spread the light of my Lord throughout the entire Etentin and the entire Northern Continent."

"Let everyone in the world remember the true appearance of our Lord!"

After the words fell, the superior evil spirit raised its hands, as if embracing the sky, and an illusory image appeared above its head——

The wings tearing apart the sky are hot and long.

The two horns pierced the sky and spiraled upward.

A strong body, standing unyieldingly on the ground.

The thick black cloth covered the eyes and ears of this body, but it did not cover the gentleness hidden in the corner of his mouth, because in his hand, he held a small white flower.

That flower seemed to be everything to him!

His all!

His, the whole world!