Chapter 788: Guardian of Children

A huge red moon hung in the sky behind Him, so clear that it was almost enough to make one collapse.

Above the blood lake, the evil yet sacred figure was so magnificent. God's narrow eyes looked at everything by the lake, observing Xia De and the young ladies behind him. As for the huge undead giant beast in the distant sky, the four-colored spiritual light that kept lighting up, and the burning mountains and smoking craters, those were just decorative backgrounds at this moment and could not attract the god's attention at all:

"After two eras, unexpected guest, we meet again."

"God, why have you descended to the mortal world?"

Xia De wanted to look up, but the headache and the groaning of his entire body were almost enough to crush him. Without divinity, he was just a mortal.

"Isn't it clear what I want?"

The god in a blood-colored formal suit said softly in the ancient language of the Fifth Era:

"When we first met, I already said it—

The blood of the twins, although good, is still not perfect. It's just a little short of being my collection. (Chapter 568)"

A smile was on God's face:

"Yes, at that time, it was really just a little short... It's a pity, isn't it?"

The two young ladies behind Xia De stood trembling, grabbing his clothes, hiding in his shadow, waiting for the arrival of their final fate. Xia De could still remain clear-headed, but they had completely lost control of themselves.

"You, at that time, when you saw them, you already had this idea..."

"Yes, I have given you many hints, my blessing to the twins, and guiding them to find the twin gods. Could it be that this was all because of my kindness? Unexpected guest, I am an evil god, why would I be generous?"

"Waiting for a thousand years, even guiding them to eliminate the subspace evil object, and assisting in suppressing the Ringed Shushi, just for... brewing wine?"

Under the blood moon, Xia De's voice trembled by the blood lake. Surrounded by blood mist, his body almost uncontrollably wanted to fall forward. Even though he had guessed this long ago, he still found it hard to accept:

"You are not for the power of thousands of souls in the Ringed Shushi,

Not for stepping into death to obtain the power of death,

Not for the protagonists of the Sixth Era, those Chosen Ones,

Not even for the struggle with other gods—

Doing so much, planning for such a long time, waiting for two eras, and even appearing here and now in Saint form, just for... brewing wine? Just for Helen and Grace? Are you... too bored?"

"No, what you said is what's too boring. Blood brew is my interest."

God answered softly. He had always been generous to Xia De:

"The ten stories of brewing wine I told you were the most obvious hints. For the perfect blood brew, what is waiting for a thousand or ten thousand years? Now is the eleventh story, and it is the eleventh story that you personally experienced and personally promoted."

He looked at Helen and Grace behind Xia De with eager eyes:

"The twin blood brew of that year only mixed pain, entanglement, love, and reluctance. Although good, it still had flaws.

But now, when two souls entangled with each other, loving for a thousand years and unable to get what they want, when the bond of affection is fermented by mutual torture in cycle after cycle of reincarnation, plus the temperature of the phoenix's slight flames... this cup of blood brew is much better than the wine made by the techniques of pure virgins, high-end firewood flames, and mithril and gold utensils. I will call the blood wine brewed from their bones, blood, and souls 'Red Butterfly Blood Brew'..."

He issued an invitation to Xia De:

"Unexpected guest, let's taste it together. This deliciousness cannot be produced in every era."

"You."

Xia De wanted to roar, wanted to growl, but only spat out a mouthful of blood. He really couldn't hold on anymore.

The god under the red moon didn't care about his attitude:

"You see, I didn't do anything wrong. They wanted to break the shackles of their family mission, so I gave them five thousand years of mutual attachment. Even, I specially arranged for them to assist in sealing the Ringed Shushi here, and I don't know how many mortals' lives they saved. Now, the problem of the Ringed Shushi is about to be solved, and their mission is complete. And the small reward I want is just a cup of wine... Gods are very generous."

For a moment, Xia De even felt that the other party made a lot of sense, and this reward was not exaggerated. But he still blocked in front of Grace and Helen, tremblingly stretched out his left hand, and handed over the blood brew in his hand:

"I, want this, to exchange, for them."

He wanted to fall forward, but the two young ladies behind him grabbed him. Their trembling voices were their last courage at this moment:

"Mr., you don't have to do this. We, this is our fate."

"This is a quarter of the soul of the Chosen One, and this is also a story of love and unrequited longing. In this, there is even the purest power and curse of the ancient God of Death. I, use this, to exchange for Helen and Grace."

He hoped to end this matter by this means. Exchanging Marilyn Handel's corpse for a quarter of the soul in death was for this exchange at this moment. This was not for Xia De himself. Grace and Helen had used their own bodies to seal the Ringed Shushi for two eras, while Barton had catalyzed the collapse of the Ringed Shushi. This bottle of blood brew was what Helen and Grace deserved.

But God shook his head slightly:

"This is indeed good, but it is still not perfect enough."

"But this is the Chosen One's..."

"I know, but so what? He is not the real Chosen One after all, and your brewing technique is too rough. Compared to the garbage in your hand, I prefer the blood brew I made myself and waited patiently for fermentation. What I enjoy is not just the result, but also the process. Unexpected guest, we got along very well at the banquet in the past, so, please walk aside and don't stand there."

Although the god under the red moon spoke in a gentle tone, Xia De already felt the chill.

But he still shook his head, blocking the two young ladies behind him:

"Just like back then, I will protect them. All souls are free, and their souls should not become food for evil gods."

"Mr..."

"That is really a pity. I originally wanted to take advantage of this visit to the material world to have another drink with you."

Above Mount Xikar, shrouded in white mist, above the thick black smoke spewing from the crater, in the pure starry sea, a crack appeared abruptly. As the spiderweb-like shattering spread toward the surroundings of the starry sea, the entire starry sky seemed as if it were about to split open.

God looked up:

"The Star Sea Whales are coming. That scene is one of the most beautiful scenes in the material world. You can take a good look in a while; I specially chose this time. But now, unexpected guest, don't disturb my brewing, otherwise..."

He kept his smile and didn't speak, gently bending his fingers. Grace in the white dress and Helen in the black dress behind Xia De actually floated toward the sky on their own.

The two young ladies scattered into red butterflies in the air, trying to escape the gravity, but under the light of the blood moon, they turned back into human bodies in the next second:

"Dual-in-One!"

Holding hands, surrounded by red butterflies, their bodies seemed to melt and blend with each other. Helen and Grace disappeared. Floating in the air was a young lady in a white dress and black skirt, her black hair scattered, and her blue eyes were so pitiful.

Helen and Grace already looked the same, and the young lady before them also looked the same as them. Xia De inexplicably understood that this was the strongest power of the Red Butterfly Twins. The twins merged into one, two became one, and like the ancient Old God 【Twin Gods】, they achieved dual-in-one, exerting the power of a true angel-level supernatural item.

But even so, it only resisted that inexplicable suction for less than a second before she floated toward the blood lake again.

Xia De's right hand grabbed the Red Butterfly girl's hand, trying to pull them back, but he also had his feet off the ground because of this:

"Mr., leave."

The Red Butterfly pushed Xia De away. He fell toward the ground, while Grace-Helen floated toward the god in the sky.

Just between them, above the blood lake, a transparent fishing line connected the two together. Xia De grabbed the soul fishing rod, and the bronze hook pierced deeply into the young lady's palm.

God had already grabbed her, and the spreading blood-colored light looked as if it were about to swallow her completely, but God saw the hook at this moment.

He chuckled:

"A very good idea. But unexpected guest, you don't think that what mortals call supernatural items can have any effect on me, do you?"

He looked at Xia De, who could barely stand by the lake, as if expecting him to have some unexpected move:

"If you had a way to hide from my perception, or if you were at the same 'height' as me right now, you might be able to rely on this to tear power from me to protect your Red Butterfly. But now you are just a mortal. Do you think I can't see this?"

Xia De shook his head slightly, gripping the fishing rod tightly and pulling toward himself:

"I am just a mortal right now, but I..."

Lung bleeding made it almost impossible for him to speak:

"... I don't want any reward, I just want to help them. I am not a... a person, and there are others who are willing to help unconditionally like me..."

The starry sky above his head shattered like glass, and blue transparent giant creatures had the colors of a dreamy starry sea. Those Star Sea Whales entered the material world through the shattering of space, swimming freely in the starry sea, leaving behind deep colors like oil painting smears.

Luweiya once said that the best place to observe Star Sea Whales was probably in the central-eastern part of the Old Continent, and this location was the Mount Xikar region.

Above his head was the starry sea and the whales, behind him was the undead giant beast fighting the church in the firelight, and before him was the blood moon and the god.

Xia De's perception of time seemed to have an error at this moment, but it was also possible that severe cerebral hemorrhage made him unable to perceive time normally.

But he still held the fishing rod firmly and tried his best to reel in the line, wanting to snatch Grace and Helen back.

God unhurriedly held the other hand of the Red Butterfly that didn't have a hook:

"Mortals firmly believe that kindness can be passed on, but I am very curious, at this moment, who else can help you?"

He laughed sarcastically:

"Who dares to appear before me at this moment?"

God just pulled the girl's hand gently, and the fishing line immediately tightened. Cracks appeared on the fishing rod, and Xia De was uncontrollably dragged toward the sky. The fishing rod could not immediately absorb divinity. Just as God said, Xia De was just a mortal at this moment, and the Him before him was not just a projection of a god like the original Lord of the Blood Banquet.

But He didn't notice that the bronze hook deeply pierced into the Red Butterfly's right hand was emitting a faint golden light.

"You save them selflessly, but who will save you? Unexpected guest, you are still the same as before, believing in a kind heart? Then tell me, will there be a miracle at this moment? Who will save you! Who will protect you!"

God laughed loudly. He pulled gently, and the fishing line snapped immediately. But the next moment, the golden light on the bronze hook pierced into the Red Butterfly's right hand extended along the broken fishing line, connecting to Xia De's hands.

The power of miracles repaired the shattered fishing rod. In the golden light that illuminated the blood lake, the voice of a young man rang out:

"If it is to protect innocent children, then I will come."

"What?"

A golden figure walked from behind Xia De, illuminating the blood mist, illuminating Xia De's face, and also making the Blood God in the air frown.

The blood lake surged with waves. The golden figure was so illusory, so illusory that it seemed like just a hallucination:

"Just for your own drinking desire, targeting two poor children, planning for two eras. Blood God, you are still the same as before, carrying a nauseating stench of blood."

Although the power of miracles was weak, it truly appeared.

A young man wearing a jester's hat stood in Xia De's path. This familiar figure looked up at the Blood God in the sky, bathing in the light of the red moon, and rebuked the god who appeared "high-class" on the surface.