Chapter 57: Redemption

The remaining issues from the previous meeting's transactions had been resolved; Sasriel scanned the room and began to recount the upcoming plan.

"Within one hundred years, my Lord will formally begin to reclaim all lost Authority."

One hundred years... this was already a long period of time, yet Lilith and Amanises still felt the pressure!

"At a suitable juncture, we will wage a war against the Elves and the Dragons, and Ormir will also declare war on Grejary."

"This is the beginning of the end of this epoch, the darkness before the dawn." Sasriel looked at everyone, "Your help may still be needed."

"Very well!" Amanises nodded directly; that the Ancient God should disappear was something everyone agreed upon.

The very purpose for which they had gathered in the first place was to overthrow this era ruled by the Ancient God.

"Then let us begin." Lilith's blood-colored pupils were slightly indifferent, yet they also held an irrepressible excitement.

The few of them had plotted much for this matter, and now it was the final stage to put everything into practice.

Menghai City, this was a city-state protected by the Dream Angel during the war with the Elves.

After that, all the humans in the entire city-state unanimously requested to change the city's name to "Dream".

The priest in charge rejected this request, believing that using the name of an Angel directly was a form of blasphemy, so he changed it to "Menghai", meaning the boundary between dream and sea, and furthermore to commemorate that Dream Sea which the Angel had manifested to hold back the boundless Tsunami.

Following this, the city-state even received special care from the Creator's Divine Kingdom and achieved great development.

This should have been a flourishing city-state, but today, its administrator had gone missing!

"There are traces of Elves here!" a Beyonder proficient in Divination made a judgment, "I saw traces of a 'Storm Priest'!"

"It's the Elves!?" The Beyonders of this city-state were all shocked, and then fell silent.

The impression the Elves had left upon them was far too profound.

"Elves! It's the Elves again!" A young man of short stature even jumped up directly.

"How many of our companions have the Elves killed in these past few years?! Now even the priest is dead!" The young man's face was agitated, his eyes red.

"We should take the initiative to hunt the Elves! Avenge the priest of our Menghai City!"

"Revenge!" The Diviner also shouted, "The priest was the teacher of us all; we must avenge him!"

"The Elf patrol guard responsible for our city-state is a 'Storm Priest'; only it could have killed the priest!"

"Kill it!"

The young man's words were extremely intense; silently and imperceptibly, a power was spreading, and the few Beyonders present, whose mental states were poor due to the priest's death, were all affected.

"'Storm Priest'? It must be it!" Another Beyonder also nodded with a tone of absolute certainty, expressing fear and hatred toward the Elves.

"Then let's go kill that Elf and avenge the priest!" These Beyonders reached a consensus amidst the intense emotions of revenge.

"We cannot be hasty; we need a plan!" The first man stopped the others again.

Afterward, he even synthesized everyone's situation to propose a plan to hunt the Elves, which gained everyone's approval.

"Good! Let's do it!" These Beyonders dispersed, preparing to carry out the plan to hunt the Elves.

"Cheek..." the Diviner called out cautiously.

"What? Is something the matter?" Cheek, who had instigated everyone to hunt the Elves, revealed a smile.

The Diviner shrank his neck, not daring to ask further.

"You go and prepare as well; we will begin the plan tomorrow." Cheek deliberately mimicked a gentle demeanor.

"... Yes!" The Diviner was very afraid of Cheek and could only walk quickly out of the church.

Watching the Diviner's back gradually fade away, the gentleness on Cheek's face dissipated, and he returned to his residence with a gloomy expression.

He opened several hidden doors and arrived at a cavity dug out underground.

"Child, do not continue to go wrong; you are a child favored by the Lord, you should not walk on an erroneous path." A weak voice entered Cheek's ears.

Covered in blood and with all four limbs broken, the priest lay on the ground, restrained by ropes imbued with extraordinary power; the powerful vitality of the Giant Pathway allowed him to hold on until now.

"Erroneous?" Cheek's expression gradually turned ferocious; fear, confusion, and unwillingness welled up in his heart.

"That was also guided by you! You sinner!" A blue Bone Blade appeared in Cheek's hand, and he stabbed it into the priest's abdomen; blood flowed incessantly.

"I did not know that the Assassin Sequence 7 was 'Witch'." The priest truly did not know; before being favored by the Dream Angel, Menghai City was located in a remote area bordering the Elves, and the Potion Formula resources it possessed were very limited.

And at that time, Cheek had pressed him too hard, so he could only concoct the Assassin potion; this... was perhaps Fate.

"Don't mention that word to me!" Cheek shrieked, rotating the Bone Blade in his hand, and the priest immediately screamed in agony.

"'Witch'... 'Witch'..." Cheek had already fallen into madness; relying on his merits from driving away Monsters several times, he had already exchanged with the Church for the Potion Formula and materials for "Witch".

However, the description above had caused him to collapse.

"This is the choice of Fate..." The priest recalled everything from a few years ago and spoke these words.

Because of his own experiences, Cheek was unwilling to trust anyone, which led him to use the favor of the God to coerce the priest, and it just so happened that at that time, the priest could only concoct the "Assassin" potion.

All of this was the arrangement of Fate.

"Fate has forsaken me! I will definitely take revenge!" Cheek's tone was chilling and unspeakable.

"You... can choose to remain in the present forever... the higher the Sequence, the greater the risk... of losing control." The priest said intermittently; his consciousness had already begun to blur.

"Impossible!" Cheek's eyes were blood-red, "As a Sequence 8, I don't even have the chance to go to the Kingdom of God!"

"Why do you..."

"As a Sequence 8, how could I have the qualifications to approach the Dream?" Cheek already showed signs of going insane.

After obtaining the "Witch" formula, he had fallen into a frantic self-interrogation, his spirit stretched to the limit.

"Why must you approach it?!" The priest truly could not understand; approaching a God was a good thing, but the side of a God could not accommodate mortals.

For ordinary believers, this was very likely to be fatal.

Cheek's eyes were blood-red, and a stratum corneum began to appear on his face; black patterns spread across his cheeks, and his hair began to grow coarse, dancing without wind; he was already on the verge of losing control.

He hurriedly took a Cake that had only been bitten twice out of a pocket close to his body, sniffed the aroma on it almost pathologically, and then tore off a piece the size of a fingernail and put it into his mouth.

The signs of losing control on his body vanished instantly.

"Because... He is the only salvation for this mad world!"