Chapter 362: Pure Love War God is Invincible!

The Count, after silently reciting the password in his heart once and confirming it was correct, nodded firmly.

"There's the God's Chosen!"

"Good, you go first to the ambush site and give the password; once we confirm they've left, we'll follow them together, root out their lair, and then wipe them all out!"

"No problem!"

Although the Count still couldn't quite grasp the situation even now, he was certainly no talentless coward lacking courage; after briefly discussing the plan with Ji Ming, he began to carry it out.

While watching him charge fearlessly into the darkness of the lower city district, Ji Ming, after checking the ammunition of his box cannon, also followed him.

The enemy's insider has already been pulled out by my own hand—how could our own few possibly be let go?

Earlier, when he discussed with the Concealed Archbishop how to carry out the strategic shift, he specifically emphasized that, to avoid any mishaps, the corrupted Holy Light followers must not defect immediately, nor may they privately leave Wind Shadow Territory.

He even ordered them to actively request sufficient Holy Light higher-ups to come to Wind Shadow Territory, so that while guiding them to 'discover' the forest intelligence network, they would fully cooperate with their investigation.

It would be best to stir them up into fighting each other, to relieve some pressure on our side.

"What an excellent two-birds-one-stone plan! Then, Your Excellency the God's Chosen, what should they do first?"

"Well, it's still best to play it safe: have them pretend to go out on a night patrol and then all return to the Holy Light Church together—yes, they should leave at the time I've set, it'll be safe!"

Thus, under Ji Ming's arrangement, the Count smoothly, at a spot just a wall's distance from those few traitors, uttered the password that Ji Ming had previously drilled into his mind—though it was actually meaningless.

But because this set of password procedures is rather special, involving not just words but also a prop, the corrupted cultists, upon hearing it, although they didn't know what it meant, still quickened their steps back to the church.

After all……

"Tsk, what's that buzzing noise?"

"Damn, that reeks of alcohol… must be a drunk who's had too much!"

"What bad luck, let's hurry up and leave!"

Upon hearing the curses from behind the wall, the Count, who was splashing a hot wine bottle back and forth, frowned and wondered why this didn't match the agreed-upon response.

But upon second thought, the core of this password is to pretend to be drunk and urinate anywhere, so it's only natural that they'd mainly curse the first part.

…Never mind, we still have to do the tailing later—we can't waste time!

So the Count, not daring to slip up even a bit, stopped dwelling on it and hurried back to report to the God's Chosen.

"Good, take this talisman; we'll follow them and see who they really are!"

With the Breath-Holding Talisman as cover, this tailing was so easy it felt like a spring outing.

Of course, there weren't no incidents along the way—after all, this is the lower city district; occasionally bumping into a ghost on night roads is quite normal.

But whether it was a passing wild necromancer or a gang of four burly thugs lying in wait at the alley entrance to rob, upon seeing the two of them they all reacted like blind men—no response at all.

On the contrary, the Count wore a look of shock the whole time, thinking to himself, 'I should still be considered a diligent, people‑loving official, so why is the night in my Wind Shadow City as chaotic as Sunshine City?'

Ji Ming: 'Brother Lao, you're joking—even at the most chaotic times in my Sunshine City, at night there are no rural little evil‑god cultists daring to snatch random passersby on the street and rip out their five organs for sacrifice.'

While the diligent Count's heart was filled with sorrow and he swore to crack down hard when he turned back, the few 'Evil God cultists' walking ahead unexpectedly also ran into an accident.

In a dark corner, a filthy fellow who was probably crazy suddenly lunged out with a short sword, wanting to see if he could create a myth of piercing seven.

If he had a spear on that short sword, Ji Ming thought he might have a chance, but this short sword is literally a cold weapon.

So whether he could achieve a one‑through‑seven is uncertain, but a seven‑through‑one is certain—in less than three minutes his 'kek kek kek' turned into 'bie bie bie'.

"Hah, what sort of thing dares to provoke us?"

"You're coming to die while I'm pissed off? Today I'll definitely beat you until you're stuffed!"

"We have to give him a lesson today, or else how will we ever get by in Wind Shadow Territory?"

Squatting side‑by‑side with the God's Chosen in the distant shadows, the Count listened and grew ever more alarmed, thinking, 'What kind of Evil God cultists are these, so fierce? They're almost starting to feel like Holy Light cultivators.'

Moreover, there were clearly men and women, old and young; standing together they looked like a normal family on a trip, but when they spoke each one was more vicious than the last.

"Yo, this kid's life is pretty tough—surrounding him and kicking won't even kill him?"

"Who's got a rag? Stuff his mouth—this trashy whiner is too annoying, really messing up my performance!"

"Increase the force! Today we must beat him to death!"

But this stinking beggar's life is truly tough; no matter how hard they strike, after a round of beating he may be weak, yet he can still breathe.

"What kind of legendary damage‑sponge is this?"

The Evil God cultists were panting, and a thought involuntarily rose in their minds.

Could it be……

Is this also an anomaly?

"Let me check… Damn! Turns out he's a little mongrel mixed with some blood‑clan stock!"

One of them felt he'd been duped, flew into a rage, and a micro‑light deadly to anomalies instantly flickered at his fingertip.

But before that light could fully ignite, another person rushed forward and, without a word, chopped it off with a sweeping strike.

"Hey… you! What… what happened?"

The one who delivered the chop seems to be the leader of the seven, his voice oddly sounding like both a woman and a man.

"You idiot, are you using this here just to court death?"

This overly reckless big guy, facing him, dared not retort at all, only daring to explain in a suppressed voice.

"But… but aside from this, I really have no other good way to deal with anomalies."

"If we can't kill it, forget it— the big picture matters! We've already wasted too much time here!"

Although it's a pity we didn't crush this little bug, since the boss said so, everyone had no choice but to comply, following him swiftly forward and quickly leaving the area.

"This……"

The Count, who had watched the whole ordeal, trembled all over, feeling that tonight was truly full of surprises that could scare his heart to pieces.

After hesitating a moment, he tentatively spoke.

"God's Chosen, just now that flicker on that man's fingertip—was it……"

"Whoo~"

Before anyone could finish speaking, the Divine Chosen beside me covered his face and let out a sound that was both a sigh and a whimpering wail.

"I never imagined our congregation could commit such beastly deeds! Secretly consorting with evil gods and trying to assassinate their beloved Divine Chosen!"

The Count, hearing this, felt the choking frustration in his chest nearly burst, clenched his teeth, and simply extended both arms, gripping one of the Divine Chosen's hands tightly.

"Divine Chosen, the Wind Shadow Lord's domain could have these events; you bear no responsibility. All blame falls on me!"

"As the lord of a fief, a regional vassal, such heinous events occurring in my lands must be entirely my fault!"

Honestly, Ji Ming's impression of the Wind Shadow Count Lang Ge remains fairly good.

Even though he was affected by the tempting demon's influence, he still strived to keep a city stable, and the villagers outside, though not wealthy, had rosy complexions—rare prosperity in this unfathomably low‑level world of rebuttals.

Thus, even the status of "nobility" is hard to deem "good", but in the bug‑infested southern kingdom, Lang Ge is a rare gem of character and ability—at least worthy of being kept alive in a glass case as a precious reptile pet.

And.

This is the lion‑hearted king's prized stallion Giuseppe.

This is the legendary potion master's little stallion Siwen Disi.

This is the crazy alchemist, super sycophant Edgar.

This is…

In short, even amid this chaotic noble circle, Lang Ge truly is a reincarnated pure‑love war god, his romantic line a single path to darkness.

Not even a mistress, not a hint of scandal—he's solely devoted to living with his wife.

One must realize that even the well‑reputed Duke of Jueqiao is rumored to have "more mistresses than heirs, and a slender waist."

Conversely, the still‑young, strong, good‑looking Lang Ge, had he not been ruined by a necrotic parasite, might already have a brood of offspring by now.

Therefore, as a fellow pure‑love war god, Ji Ming is truly satisfied with him; after all, this kid feels…

Hmm, indeed, a shuffling whine.

From now on, I can reserve a seat for him on my war chariot!

So he grasped the Count's hand again and said firmly.

"Count, the situation is urgent; now is not the time for self‑blame. While they haven't gone far, let's hurry after them and not let them escape!"

That was indeed the right reasoning, so they quickly left the cover and continued the pursuit.

But when they passed the half‑dead blood‑line hybrid, the Count hesitated for a moment before stopping.

The fellow, already wrapped in burlap and filthy from head to toe, was left with a bruised, swollen face after the beating, his features unrecognizable.

"Divine Chosen, what should we do with him?"

Ji Ming turned back, puzzled, thinking I had just praised you—did you intend for me to vaporize him with holy light on the spot? He then saw the Count crouch and hoist the scruffy fellow onto his back.

"Divine Chosen, forgive me. Since he appears here, he is now my subject!"

"Even if he is guilty, he should be tried fairly in broad daylight before other subjects, so until then, he must stay alive!"

Ji Ming: Damn, what a dazzling brilliance of humanity.

Carrying him on his back didn't slow their pace, so they soon located the seven heretical god followers again.

They followed them in meaningless circles, watching helplessly as they slipped stealthily into the Sheng Guang Jiao Tang.

"Did you see?"

"I saw."

"Let's go, we'll return to tell the Archbishop!"

Elders usually retire early, so by the time Ji Ming and the Count returned to the manor, Te Nisi had already fallen asleep in the guest room.

Unaware of what she was doing in the dream, she was jolted awake by a pounding on the door, barely having time to retort to Ji Ming before hearing the explosive news.

And it was explosion after explosion, chain‑reacting, propelling them a thousand miles a day, a whirlwind of ferocity, and then…

Te Nisi: Ah, you unfilial (master) nephew, my heart aches!

Since leaving Sunlight City, in just seven days they found a suitable place and rested properly only twice, yet endured two assassination attempts.

When entering the southern border, at the impregnable Jueqiao Pass, during a noble banquet attended by the Duke, a top‑level heretical assassin appeared, using silent poison to nearly cripple the lively princess for life!

Now, as they near exiting the southern lands, in a peaceful noble manor just after a warm family dinner, even the kingdom's Count can be mind‑controlled by heretical undead, colluding with a corrupted Holy Light Church monk to lure the Divine Chosen into a killing circle!

Fortunately, they only rested twice in total.

If I hadn't held back midway and borrowed a toilet from a minor noble, could my old bones have twisted, spread a cover, and let the entire sect wait for dishes, all low‑carbon, eco‑friendly, packed in a box back to the Holy Seat?

Even worse, after such a grave incident, if we were still in Sunlight City, Te Nisi could have pulled Buluowa out from the blankets to shift the pressure, making her uncomfortable while she herself felt a numb thrill.

But now it's impossible; those around me are either strangers or juniors, and there's no time even to hear their complaints, let alone have my own share, so I can only grimace and force the painful words down.

Moreover, with a headache, as the team leader she must figure out how to resolve this mess, especially those damned heretical valuables…

Thus, at dawn the next day, after a sleepless night, Te Nisi sat up stiffly from the bed, feeling she had almost been assassinated once already.

Te Nisi applied a somewhat livable makeup before daring to go out, and the first thing after dressing was to take the princess and the Divine Chosen to the church under the pretext of a superior's inspection.

The reason was perfectly legitimate, so when they arrived at the local Sheng Guang Jiao Tang, a crowd of believers was already waiting at the entrance.

Since the Wind Shadow Lord's seat is within the kingdom's interior, the Holy Light Church's mission there remains chiefly to assist nobles and pacify the populace.

Therefore, few protective knights are stationed here; the staff mainly consists of monks skilled in preaching and counseling.

Consequently, the local overseer is certainly not a famed wild warrior, but an elderly aunt with a kindly face, no longer young.

Although her ecclesiastical rank is that of a regional bishop, the townsfolk and congregants still call her "Grandma" as they would a regular nun, making her a beloved Holy Light Church monk.

Upon meeting Ji Ming's party, she spoke very appropriately; when asked why the church's followers were few in the countryside, she answered that one can pray to the gods without statues, greatness resides in the heart.

"Hmm? Really?"