Chapter 97: End it yourself! [Seeking Recommendation Votes]
2016-08-23
Author: Floating Tower (诸生浮屠)
Deities should not engage in favors.
After all, Anya Lee had helped Soren and Vivian when Soren was at his weakest, so this time Soren came to understand a matter close to his heart.
As the Saint’s Cataclysm gradually ends, Soren will eventually have to return to the Divine Kingdom.
Once he returns to the Divine Kingdom, Soren naturally cannot roam the mortal realm as freely as he does now, so some things are better dealt with sooner rather than later.
Anya Lee has adopted about twenty to thirty children. Compared to the past, the girl’s face has lost some of its elegance, gaining instead a bit of hardship and determination. Soren actually admires her actions; being able to uphold her beliefs during the cannibalistic era of the Saint’s Cataclysm and adopt so many orphans, Anya Lee can be considered an outstanding young woman. With her convictions, most deities are unlikely to reject her, so Soren was merely taking initiative. While other churches didn’t pay attention to her, he took the opportunity to extend an olive branch, leveraging their existing relationship.
Accompanied by a shimmer of divinity.
Soren waved his hand gently, and the wounds on Anya Lee’s body disappeared.
He smiled slightly, then suddenly turned his head to frown at the entrance of the temple and quietly said, “Are you in trouble?”
Several mercenaries with unfriendly expressions were approaching.
Leading them was a middle-aged man with a rebellious demeanor, likely a high-level professionist, carrying a heavy sword on his back with teammates beside him, all exuding an aura of killing intent.
Clearly, these were seasoned bloodshed veterans.
“Boss!”
“That little ***** is still refusing to submit to you! We need to teach her a lesson; does she think she is still the pastor of the Church of Dawn?”
“The Lord of Dawn is already dead.”
“She can’t cast any divine techniques now. I saw her battling alongside Kata and others against werewolves yesterday, fighting like a warrior.”
The speaker was a hawk-nosed wanderer.
Soren’s perception had already covered a radius of several hundred meters, so while others couldn’t hear him, Soren immediately understood what was happening.
It was evident.
When a person, especially a woman, falls from a glamorous position to the dust, all sorts of monsters come crawling out. Amber City has always been a hotspot for gray areas, and when Soren was still here, there were numerous gray organizations. Now, someone clearly had set their sights on Anya Lee, a priest who had lost the protection of her deity, unable to cast divine techniques due to her fallen faith.
She was young and beautiful.
And she had once held the high position of a lead pastor, her standing in Amber City was not low.
With such status and beauty, many predators were undoubtedly eyeing her in her downfall, and those before them were the first to strike.
“I heard a pretty little girl is following her.”
“Hehe.”
“Boss, once we capture her, that little girl can be given to us.”
The speaker was another warrior, suddenly struck by a thought, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.
Soren narrowed his eyes slightly; to be honest, he wasn’t angry. The Saint’s Cataclysm had already shattered order, and such events were exceedingly normal. Countless places were witnessing similar circumstances, which is why he was fixated on the order in Modo City, as order is what maintains the existence of law, deterring those with malicious intents.
Footsteps sounded outside the temple.
At this moment, others also noticed the approaching outsiders. The orphans adopted by Anya Lee were fearful and hid behind her.
Seeing these people, Anya Lee’s expression also darkened, as if these individuals were not here for the first time to trouble her.
“Little…”
The hawk-nosed wanderer swaggered forward, seemingly wanting to curse, but when he saw Anya Lee’s cold gaze, he swallowed his words. After all, she was the pastor of a temple, and her past might still impose some authority, intimidating the others.
However, the hawk-nosed man soon showed signs of embarrassment and anger.
“Do you really think you are still the esteemed pastor? It would be wise to… Hmph… otherwise…”
Only then did the hawk-nosed man notice the presence of outsiders.
Soren and Vivian’s level suppressed them too much; unless they saw it with their own eyes, they couldn’t possibly sense their presence. Upon seeing Soren and Vivian, the people before them were clearly a bit surprised, but because of the significant difference in strength, they couldn’t even perceive the gap, making them foolishly fearless.
“Anya Lee, sister!”
“Are they trying to pick on you?”
Vivian tilted her little head and walked to Anya Lee’s side, grasping her slender hand.
The little girl spoke with heavy killing intent.
However, Soren didn’t want Vivian to take action, as she was still too young, and carrying too much killing intent wasn’t good for her.
He scanned the people before him and couldn’t help but frown.
Because the wanderer had a church emblem hanging from his chest; the hawk-nosed wanderer was, in fact, a believer of the deity he served.
Alright.
An emerging church inevitably has its share of good and bad.
Anya Lee seemed to have noticed the emblem, her expression becoming somewhat interesting. She quietly took a step back, intending to leave the matter for Soren to handle, as it appeared to be his responsibility.
——“Group Human Stun Technique!”
Soren looked down at the group before him and waved his hand, casting a group immobilization spell.
At this point.
The people before him finally realized something was amiss. Because they were completely unable to move.
There was no need to waste time on these mortals.
Soren slowly approached them and softly asked, “Who prompted you to do this?”
The leading middle-aged man looked terrified, stammering, “I!…”
Death pointed.
A body that had entirely lost its life collapsed, and Soren turned to the second person.
“I’ll say!… I’ll say!… It was Sir Henry!… He has harbored resentment after being scolded by Miss Anya Lee!… He wanted us to find trouble with Miss Anya Lee!…” The second mercenary immediately knelt down, spilling out everything he knew.
Soren’s expression remained calm, and with a wave of his hand, another body fell.
He ruthlessly erased these people’s lives, and finally, he came to the hawk-nosed wanderer’s face.
Then, Soren slowly removed his hood.
“Master!… Master!”
The hawk-nosed wanderer froze in shock, collapsing where he stood, his face ashen, filled with the aura of despair.
He had seen an image of Soren.
And when Soren no longer concealed his power, he instantly recognized Soren’s identity, as He was the deity he believed in and served.
Then, he was utterly terrified.
Oh my!
He had offended the true god he served! As a wanderer, he had offended the ruler of shadows, the true god of wanderers!
“End it yourself.”
Soren looked down coldly at the wanderer, slowly saying, “After serving a hundred years of hard labor in the Divine Kingdom, you will have a chance to be reborn.”
Despair.
Endless despair.
The wanderer before him could hardly imagine his fate, but upon hearing Soren’s words, a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his eyes.
“Master!…”
Knowing he still had a chance to enter the Divine Kingdom, the wanderer humbly knelt down, respectfully bowing to Soren, and then drew his curved blade from his waist, plunging it into his heart without hesitation. Death arrived, causing his body to convulse, yet he still used his last strength to maintain his kneeling posture.
A grayish light shimmered.
Soren opened his palm and collected the soul of the believer before him; it was a gray soul stained with blood, certainly one who had committed numerous evil deeds in life.
“Purify!”
A glimmer of light appeared, transforming the soul into a white shadow, and then with a wave of Soren’s hand, he sent it into the Divine Kingdom.
No matter what he had done, he has now paid the price.
Soren kept his word; as long as he served a hundred years of hard labor, he would treat the soul of this believer equally.
………………
(PS: Second update.) (To be continued ~^~)
