In the end, only a barely audible whisper lingered in the Sanctuary for a long while.
"Whatever you intend to do... I will never let you succeed!"
"This ti, I will definitely kill you!"
...
...
"What just happened? Was I dreaming?"
Steven looked up blankly, uncertain if he had beco delusional from exhaustion.
Did the sun co out just now?
One should not go out on the night of the blood moon, but he could no longer rember the ti.
Having traveled with a stubborn determination for more than ten days, Steven finally arrived outside the village where his daughter was settled.
Yet just before returning to his daughter’s village, Steven witnessed an unusual miracle with his own eyes.
Bathed in this sunlight, Steven felt his awareness beco much clearer and shook his head vigorously.
Dragging his weary body, he released the third horse he had used and walked step by step towards the village alone.
"...I hope Teresa is alright."
He originally ca to find his daughter, but now that he was truly here, he felt a sense of trepidation at nearing his native place.
He worried about sothing unexpected happening to his daughter, and even more about seeing her hateful expression.
"Should I wash up before I see her? Will I scare her looking like this?"
Steven stroked his beard, aware that he probably looked no better than a beggar.
A myriad of emotions welled up inside him, and for a mont he didn’t know what to do.
But just as Steven stepped into the village in his conflicted state, the wooden plaque on his chest suddenly heated up, causing him to shudder and snap out of his indecisiveness.
Huh!!?
Steven looked at the quiet village, his entire being tensed up.
"No, sothing’s wrong!"
It was completely silent.
Village folk would rest early at night, but the animals guarding the hos would still react.
How could he walk in so openly without hearing a single sound?
No.
He couldn’t even hear a single breath!
Steven swallowed anxiously, cautiously slowing his breathing, and slowly walked deeper into the village.
Danger? Escape?
If he were capable of doing that, he wouldn’t have risked his life rushing back here.
"Teresa, my daughter, please be safe!"
Yet as Steven stealthily reached the center of the village, he froze, his ntal defenses shattered in an instant.
"No... no, this isn’t real!"
There stood a serpent-shaped statue composed of dozens of human flesh and bone, posed in an exquisitely beautiful stance.
Its fallen yet sacred aura declared its existence to all creation.
This was an idol.
An artistic creation molded from human flesh by an Evil God!
And the na of that deity...
"The God of Sinful Desire!"
Steven completely broke down, neglecting to conceal himself, hot tears streaming from his eyes as he bellowed in a frenzy: "No, no, no!!!"
This place had been marked by the God of Sinful Desire!
He had co after all.
Teresa, like her mother, could not escape her fate... she was eventually found by Him.
What happened to Teresa after all? He no longer wished to guess...
"Damn Evil God!!!"
"Aaahhh!!!"
"I will kill you! I will definitely kill you!!!"
And as Steven cried out frantically, the flesh and bone idol responded.
Crack, crack.
The idol moved, seemingly revealing a mocking smile, its serpent tail lashed out violently, sending a flesh-spike flying towards his chest.
Steven had already overexerted himself on his way here, and with his spirit crushed, he had no reaction to evade.
He stared blankly at the spike flying towards him, murmuring in his heart, "Teresa, I’m sorry... Father is coming to join you."
In these final monts of life, Steven suddenly recalled many things, mories previously sealed awakening.
He rembered the promise made to that gentleman—he had clearly promised to return to him.
"Lord Herbert, I’m sorry to disappoint you... I cannot return."
Steven smiled bitterly, ashad of breaking his promise.
He has always broken promises to people.
He did not keep his promise with his lover, letting his daughter fall into the hands of the Evil God again.
Nor did he keep his promise with his daughter, failing to bring her a new life.
In the end, he didn’t even keep his promise with his benefactor, becoming a deserter who breaks promises.
A life of such failures ending like this might actually be a good result.
Whoosh—
Just at the mont the sharp spike of the bloody statue was about to touch Steven, a light emanated from his chest.
The seemingly ordinary wooden plaque floated up, releasing a shadow that transford mid-air into a thick shadow tentacle.
Splat.
The shadow slapped away the flesh spike fiercely and used the force to carry Steven flying backward out of the village.
...
...
Malagas.
Once the embodint of Sinful Desire was eliminated, Herbert regained control of his body.
The mighty power receded like a tide, leaving only deep emptiness inside him — how he wished to be filled again by such powerful forces!
And so concerned Miss Xie Shen successfully overca her instinctive desires, refraining from taking her ally’s body by force.
It was indeed worth celebrating!
The trust between them was truly moving and worthy of great praise.
However, even though such a good thing happened, Herbert’s expression was far from relaxed.
Because he suddenly realized... even after the Evil God’s avatar was destroyed, the city’s blood sacrifice ritual showed no signs of stopping.
That force still existed, the dead still turned into undead monsters — sothing was seriously wrong.
"What does this an? Nenasha, is its avatar still alive?" Herbert asked confusedly.
Nenasha, was it your mistake this ti?
Don’t make excuses, I handed over control to you just now!
However, Nenasha was not about to shoulder the bla, exclaiming: ["How could that be~ How could I fail? Indeed, its avatar has already been burned to ashes."]
["However, this does not an it has no other ans to watch over this place."]
Herbert squinted his eyes, pondering a possibility: "Does this an there is still a vessel here? It can descend here?"
["Probably, let check... oh? It’s her?"]
"Hmm?"
About to ask further, Herbert’s view flickered, revealing that person’s appearance.
Looking at that face, Herbert squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, murmuring quietly in his heart, "Tsk, this damn fate..."
Crack.
The ground split with a crevice, as Svanni led others to Herbert’s front.
"Herbert!"
The red-skinned Eliza was the first to leap forward, jumping to Herbert’s front, laughing loudly: "Haha! You actually did it! Hahaha!"
The red-skinned limited Vampire lady laughed triumphantly, placing her hands on her hips, as if she was the one who saved this city.
He’s my plaything, I’m his master!
But soon, Eliza’s laughter halted as Svanni solemnly shook her head quietly at her.
"Hahaha, haha... hey? Why aren’t you happy?"
She turned her head, finding Herbert’s expression not one of victory excitent, but instead tightly furrowed, staring at Teresa hiding at the back.
"Hmm?"
Quinna noticed Herbert’s gaze, unsure of what he was thinking, forcing herself forward to block Teresa.
"Sir Herbert! Teresa is innocent, her current condition has a reason, please do not act impulsively... she is not a Demon, but cursed!"
To reinforce her argunt, Quinna produced an identity badge quickly, stating, "I am a Cultivator from Mist Monastery, I can vouch for her with my identity! Teresa, she..."
Herbert shook his head, interrupting her, saying softly, "You needn’t say more, I know who you are."
Quinna was clearly taken aback, "...Ah? You know ?"
Herbert nodded, speaking calmly, "Because I am one too."
"Ah!!?"
Upon hearing this, the previously slightly confident Quinna panicked completely.
He’s also a Cultivator from Mist Monastery?
Then it’s all over...
As a Paladin from Mist Monastery, she knew too well how zealously those Cultivators pursued eliminating the Alien Race.
No kidding, they all seed masters of pyre.
Finished, finished, finished!
"Teresa."
Herbert’s gaze passed over the panicked Quinna, looking at the uneasy young lady, saying softly, "Though I’m sorry, but..."
"I will kill you."
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