Chapter 191 Madman

Under the cast iron gate of the armory, the sheriff and the garrison soldiers were fighting a group of slaves who appeared from nowhere.

What a bunch of reckless lunatics! Even regular soldiers couldn't help but feel a chill at the sight of the hundreds of bloodshot, bulging eyes before them. Slaves were everywhere, an endless stream. Shrouded in darkness, they were like a horde of vengeful corpses crawling out of the earth, insensible to pain and fearless of death. As long as they could kill the creature before them, they would even pounce, shackled, and tear at their enemies' throats with their teeth.

The influence of the God of Night and Death gradually expanded. As the black mist-like divine power spread, the iron sheets of the entire armory door rusted and curled up. A skinny slave boy, seemingly no more than eleven or twelve, slid through the gap like a skinned eel, nimbly breaking the chain and jamming the door hinges.

But before the slaves could even cheer, a massive blast of air unleashed by the spell sent everyone flying. A group of dark sorcerers still able to move from the port garrison arrived, and the young slave, who had been so gloating just moments before, collapsed silently, a massive hole piercing his chest. His vacant eyes reflected the pitch-black sky.

The dissipation of the forbidden magic circle suddenly made the situation more serious. Some slaves still had the black blood mark on their bodies, and the pain inflicted by the spellcaster completely destroyed their fighting ability. As time passed, the weapons and resources within the Scarlet Market warehouse were rapidly depleted. Without further supplies, once the firepower suppression provided by guns and ammunition was lost, ordinary people would lose their only means of self-defense.

"Greven! News has come in from the East District team. They've completely depleted their ammunition and must retreat!" In an abandoned warehouse near the armory that served as a makeshift command post, Ashes yelled at Greven amidst the constant roar of explosions. "What should we do? There are too many warlocks gathered near the armory. We can't get close!"

"Retreat!" Greven said decisively, "Tell the East District team to head northwest—"

"No, not to the northwest."

The ghost's voice, lacking any fluctuations, suddenly rang in their ears. Ashes turned his head sharply and saw a pale face in profile.

The other party pushed past him without hesitation and gestured quickly on the map. "The northwest direction is too close to the Temple of Night. Samuel's divine power is encroaching on the area, and fighting for this area is meaningless. Tell the East District team to retreat to the southeast."

Ashes glared at him as if he had seen a ghost. "That's where many nobles and big businessmen gather. There must be even more sheriffs and mercenaries!"

—And what the hell is Samuel's divine power? Couldn't this sudden "darkness" be some kind of spell from the Temple of Night?!

"Do you think those cowardly gentlemen will just hide at home trembling in fear in this situation?" The ghost tutted impatiently. The red-haired girl behind him separated the restless slaves and loyally guarded the black-haired young man. "They'll just run away with their families towards the port, trying to escape Port Morris. These wealthy people must have a lot of valuables hidden in their warehouses. Now's a good time to go there to replenish supplies and rest our troops."

Ashes opened his mouth, but then felt that what the other person said seemed to make sense. Then he saw the black-haired young man staring at Greven seriously, and he opened his mouth without hesitation: "This happened suddenly. If you can trust me, I want the temporary command of this battle."

“…”

Grayven stared at the sharp smoky gray eyes, and after a long silence, he suddenly took a step back and made room in front of the map for others.

"Thank you for your trust." The other party nodded gracefully at him, quickly getting into the situation without a word, and then issued the first order: "Continue to reinforce the armory! Don't give up, reinforcements will arrive soon!"

Soon, the Port Morris garrison, which had been gradually reacting, felt the pressure again. These slaves seemed to have become even more elusive and cunning. Fires erupted everywhere in the city, and they began to run frantically. Slaves could emerge at any moment, firing sniper shots or dropping bombs. Add to that the fear of the strange black fog spreading across the port, and gradually, these soldiers preferred to huddle together and move toward the port, where the dark power was weaker, rather than explore the unknown depths of the black fog under the scolding of their superiors.

All the slaves in the port went crazy, and darkness suddenly enveloped Port Morris on the day of sacrifice - could this be the legendary divine punishment?

But if this was divine punishment, why hadn't they ordered the evacuation of the port? Were the nobles and officials planning to leave first and then leave them to die on land?

A feeling of restlessness and despair spread through the hearts of all the soldiers. At this moment, without any warning, everyone heard a furious roar that enveloped the entire port.

"How dare you destroy my—"

Nova suddenly felt a weight drop, as if a mountain were collapsing down on him. He was pinned to the ground, unable to move—or rather, everyone was pinned to the ground, unable to move. They could only watch as the darkness of the entire port was frantically extracted by a pump, condensing into a giant black sphere above the Temple of Night.

The black sphere is still expanding. If it explodes, no one knows how terrifying the power will be. It may even destroy the entire Port Morris.

But the next second, the black sphere was shattered by an invisible huge sword energy.

The gust of air seemed to shatter even space, tearing a rift through the heavens. The black sphere instantly disintegrated under the terrifying impact, breaking into countless fragments that vanished into thin air like windblown ashes.

Maxine suddenly felt her body relax, knowing that Azuka had probably done something, and she felt much more relaxed. However, she noticed that there was no one beside her. Turning around, she saw His Majesty running towards the armory without looking back.

Mashilin: “…”

Maxine chased after him in shock: "Don't move so freely on the battlefield!"

——Does this person even have any awareness of being a normal person?!

Orel, who was providing support at the armory, frowned. The sudden clash of divine power also interrupted the war between humans. He was almost the first to stand up, but in a blink of an eye, he found an incompatible figure on the battlefield. Marshilin was chasing after the other person to help him block bullets.

Ole sighed, quickly caught the man, and prepared to take him to a safer place: "What are you doing here?!"

“…Here I come.”

Ole was stunned. He recalled the plan and found that the other party should not be here at all. He was about to frown and scold him, but he was suddenly pushed away by someone. He was not paying attention and was actually pushed to stagger.

The next second, he was horrified to find that the guy seemed to have suffered a serious injury. He collapsed to his knees on the ground, barely supporting the ground with his arms. His face turned pale in an instant, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

But the other party was still laughing, looking very proud that his plan had succeeded and everything was under control. He looked really crazy.

"Decided to choose me? Unfortunately, that's a mistake." He said to the void in a very neurotic tone: "You really can't resist this temptation, Samuel."

A fainter and fainter scream lingered in his ears, a sound that only Nova could hear: "What the hell are you? Ahhhhh——"

The professor didn't answer. This time, he saw even more fragments of memory. The overwhelming amount of information that instantly flooded his brain threatened to burst his skull, causing his vision to suddenly go black. He simply endured the excruciating headache and tried to reverse-extract the fragments of memory that revealed why the gods had been reduced to spirit form.

They never thought of completely defeating the God of Night and Death with a complete soul. The savior needed to delay time and force the other party to continuously exert divine power until it reached the critical point - and then wait for an opportunity to destroy the body of the little prince Hardy.

A soul without a body will consume a lot of its own soul in every move it makes in the world. Samuel's next course of action is very clear - he will leave the Temple of Night and search for Orel throughout Port Morris. The other party has a divine seal on him and can re-possess him and leave the world. Azuka can also use the residual divine power fluctuations of the divine seal to find out the true hiding places of these gods.

This was the primary plan he and Azuka had decided on, but there was also a backup plan that he had not mentioned to Ole and the others. That was that the frustrated Samuel would most likely try to devour his soul, and by relying on the "power" and "specialness" of his soul, he would complete the entire sacrifice in one breath and thus stay in the world.

This was actually the original "primary plan," the safest approach for the overall situation, after all, there was a possibility that Orel himself could be forcibly controlled by the Divine Seal. However, the Savior himself strongly disagreed with his plan, so the "primary" became the "backup."

Unfortunately, Samuel, like the other three gods, misjudged the power comparison between the enemy and us, and mistook the real top predator for a weak and delicious prey.

"Are you okay? How are you-?!"

Someone hurriedly helped him up from the ground. It was Maxine. Nova blinked slowly. In the intense pain, there was darkness. He could not see.

But this should be temporary, the professor thought calmly. In his previous life, if he wanted to deal with these gods, directly devouring their souls would be the most efficient way. So it would not be a problem if he just swallowed the God of Night and Death. It was most likely that he had another "rejection reaction" caused by the last time he swallowed the soul fragments of the God of Lust.

"Ore, record this. Seize the armory, open the door, and distribute guns to the slaves."

The black-haired young man calmly turned his head to the left and continued giving orders, as if he had already rehearsed everything in his mind a thousand times: "Then, use the armory as the base and occupy the second, third, and fourth firing points on the left. The second on the left will be responsible for blocking the east street, the third on the right will be responsible for controlling the dock, and the fourth on the right will be responsible for ensuring that they are not outflanked from the rear. Once the firing points are established, immediately dispatch a reconnaissance team to find out the movements of the remaining soldiers—"

No sound.

The professor's brows slowly furrowed, and he raised his voice sternly: "Why don't you write down what I said? We don't have time to waste. The enemy will react soon."

"...I'm on your right." Ole looked at the other person's face stained with mud and blood, covered with cold sweat, and the pair of unfocused smoky gray eyes, and whispered in a rather suppressed voice.

The black-haired young man, whose forehead veins bulged due to a severe headache and whose entire body was trembling slightly, remained expressionless, only a slight tremor rolled in his throat that he couldn't suppress: "Oh, so? You remember everything I just said?"