Chapter 250: Ambush
In this world, having lost the protection of the gods, if one wishes to preserve their essence under the covetous gaze of the Outer Evil Gods, relying on certain ‘True Gods’ is undoubtedly the best choice.
After all, ‘True Gods’ seek a continuous harvest of living beings’ faith, rather than draining them dry like the Evil Gods.
For Karl,
what he desires is to kill the Deity’s Followers to obtain Source Essence. Aligning with True God’s Followers would be safer and easier to achieve.
Mevia…
No one knows what this woman truly wants, but she seems equally interested in killing the Evil God’s Followers.
Since they are to join forces against the enemy, it is natural to familiarize themselves with their own side’s strengths and methods.
“I possess the bloodline of the God of Slumber, with the innate abilities of hypnosis and death curses, though they are extremely ineffective against the Evil God’s Followers,”
Mevia spoke first:
“Furthermore, some years ago, I obtained a fourth-order gauntlet from the Divine Realm, which can easily cut through any being below the third order.”
As she spoke, she raised her hands. Her smooth, well-shaped hands shimmered with a fleshy luster. It was difficult to notice that she was wearing a pair of gauntlets unless one looked closely.
Fourth order?
The others’ expressions grew solemn, while Karl raised an eyebrow slightly.
He had seen Mevia in action. With a light flick of her fingers, a Lower Deity’s Follower was separated into bone and flesh, without any ability to resist.
The gauntlets are real!
But Mevia definitely has more than just this pair of gauntlets.
Having been trapped in Death City for hundreds of years, with her cultivation difficult to increase, she most likely cultivated martial arts and secret techniques.
Holy techniques?
Divine techniques?
At least her method of flight is very strong.
“I am a native of this world, walking the path of the knight. I accidentally gained the recognition of the God of Slaughter and became His Follower,” Karl said:
“My methods mainly involve physical combat. I have a mid-second-order cultivation and have mastered several holy techniques.”
Hmm?
‘Mei’ blinked her eyes in surprise.
In her impression, Karl’s aura was ferocious, not like a mid-second-order, but more like a late-second-order or even a third-order Upper Follower.
But considering that the deity he worships is the God of Slaughter, it was also understandable.
The Followers of such deities often possess strength exceeding those of the same rank.
Mevia, on the other hand, secretly shook her head.
She didn’t know how many methods Karl had, but the fact that he possessed a third-order Abyssal bloodline was undeniable.
“I am, Night Owl.”
Night Owl spoke:
“A Middle Follower of the God of Death. I have a second-order Scythe of the God of Death, a book of wronged souls, and nothing else.”
“Mei,” Mei spoke knowingly:
“A Middle Follower of the God of Light, gifted with an early-second-order cultivation by the deity. I have cultivated some Light-based Divine Techniques and possess a third-order scepter.”
“I can restore you!”
“Heh…” Night Owl chuckled dryly, seemingly displeased that the other side had a third-order item:
“If you don’t want to kill us, don’t mention restoration.”
“Uh…” Mei was stunned by this, then suddenly understood:
“I forgot.”
Whether it was the God of Slumber or the God of Death, they had a natural aversion to light. Her restoration divine techniques were like poison to Mevia and Night Owl.
As for Karl…
His physical body could transform into an Abyssal Giant Squid, and he also had second-order Water of Life. His recovery ability was already exaggerated enough. Unless it was a third-order divine technique, it would be difficult to stack.
“That’s it then!”
Mevia stood up:
“I will notify you when it’s time to act.”
“That…” ‘Mei’ slowly raised her right hand, tentatively asking:
“Your Highness, can I start spreading the faith now?”
Night Owl’s eyes lit up, and he also looked up, clearly already impatient.
“As you wish,” Mevia waved her hand:
“Just don’t start a fight.”
“Rest assured,” ‘Mei’ nodded emphatically:
“The teachings of the God of Light are to persuade people towards goodness. I will guide the believers to view death correctly.”
Night Owl scoffed.
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The City Lord of Marsh City was named Jin Ge, a fat man with rolls of fat, his short legs running quickly on the fourth-order stone steps.
His eyes scanned the stone steps as he reached the top of the mountain, kneeling on one knee:
“Your Highness!”
“Mm,”
Mevia stood with her hands behind her back under the stone pavilion, squinting her eyes as she looked at the city below, a cold smile on her face:
“You are covered in fat, yet you have a kind heart.”
“If I had not contacted you, would you have really agreed to convert to the Outer Realm’s God of Water and Marshes?”
“I wouldn’t dare!” Jin Ge was covered in sweat:
“This humble servant just felt that if the rain continued to fall, it wouldn’t be good. I had to find a way out for the people in the city.”
“Ever since I conveyed the words of faith in the God of Water and Marshes, it hasn’t rained near Marsh City for days.”
“Hmph,” Mevia snorted coldly:
“Will he come today?”
“He will,” Jin Ge quickly nodded:
“The God of Water and Marshes’ Upper Follower is named Hong Qiu, a very strange name. Although he is overbearing, he is very punctual.”
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“If he says he’ll come today, he’ll definitely come today.”
“Good,” Mevia said:
“You wait at the foot of the mountain. If he comes, so be it. If he doesn’t, you don’t have to go back.”
Jin Ge’s face turned pale, and he respectfully took his leave.
“Your Highness,”
Watching Jin Ge’s retreating figure, Night Owl frowned and asked:
“Can he be trusted?”
“Deity’s Followers have methods to probe people’s hearts. It’s not easy to hide one’s true thoughts from them.”
“Rest assured,” Mevia said:
“He is my bloodline knight.”
Night Owl understood.
A bloodline knight could not betray his creator. Even the slightest hint of rebellion would be known to Mevia.
“Let’s wait!”
Karl closed his eyes, letting the cold wind and drizzle hit his face.
…………
“They’re here!”
After an unknown amount of time had passed.
Mevia suddenly spoke. Karl also opened his eyes. Night Owl and Mei reacted a beat slower.
In the distance, within the rain curtain, a crystal-clear water dragon was rushing towards them, carrying a storm.
Looking closely.
On the water dragon’s massive head, stood two figures.
“One Upper Follower, one Middle Follower, just as we expected,” Mevia squinted, and said:
“I’ll hold off Hong Qiu. The three of you take care of the other Middle Follower, and then we’ll join forces.”
“Alright!” Night Owl responded, transforming into a wisp of black smoke and rushing upwards, his Scythe of the God of Death slashing towards the water dragon.
At the same time, a book appeared behind his head, its pages flipping, vaguely locking onto the figure on the water dragon.
“A Follower of the God of Death?”
Hong Qiu was stunned by this, then his face turned disdainful:
“A Middle Follower not obediently hiding in a corner to spread faith, but actually coming here to seek death!”
“Whoosh!”
Before he could finish speaking, his vision blurred, and a crystal-clear palm appeared in his perception.
Those slender fingers were long and thin, like the most perfect work of art, making people subconsciously immerse themselves in them.
No!
Hong Qiu was, after all, an Upper Follower.
Moreover, he was a third-order Upper Follower. He instantly sensed something was wrong, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
“Bang!”
A water sphere suddenly appeared out of nowhere, in front of the palm.
The water sphere was not large, but each water droplet inside weighed a thousand pounds. If it were to explode, it could even shatter a large mountain.
Such an effortless, precise, and delicate method was clearly something only a third-order expert could achieve.
A loud bang echoed.
Mevia had to dodge and retreat.
But in an instant, she pounced again. Her seemingly light movements forced Hong Qiu to deal with her with all his might.
Without realizing it, he had been separated from his companion.
“Great God of Light, please grant me the blazing sun, transforming into light arrows to punish the guilty,”
Mei chanted softly. Immediately, magical light arrows appeared around her, shooting towards the figure on the water dragon’s head.
“Clang, clang, clang…”
Rapid collision sounds rang out.
The water dragon, with its soft body, suddenly swirled, its skin instantly transforming into gold and iron, blocking all the light arrows.
“A dragon?”
Mei was stunned, then her face showed understanding:
“It’s a Dragon Blight bloodline, not a water dragon created by divine techniques.”
“I’ll go,”
Karl appeared above the water dragon, his battle aura roaring out, and a phantom of the Buddha appeared out of thin air.
Ten Thousand Buddha Hands ━ Subduing Dragon Seal!
