Just as Merlin was about to approach the deacon of the Ancient God Cult, the milky white stone in his palm finally emitted the last glimmer of light. The warm healing holy light gradually dimmed, and Merlin knew that its power was nearing the end.

"Merlin!" Arthur looked at Merlin who was still moving forward, and at the dense bite marks on his body. He saw the holy light on Merlin's body gradually dimming until it disappeared.

Finally, Merlin stopped one step away from the deacon of the Ancient God Cult. His body could no longer support him and he fell heavily. His blood gathered on the ground to form a red lake. The milky white stone shattered in his hands, and the power of the healing holy light dissipated like a meteor, leaving behind only endless darkness and pain.

"Merlin!" Stacy's cry was like a heart-wrenching cry, causing Merlin's heart to ache. His consciousness gradually blurred, and the world before his eyes began to become blurry, but deep in his heart, that unyielding flame still burned.

"Is this the only way to go?" Merlin whispered in his heart. His body could no longer move and his soul seemed to be sinking. He had thought about dying in another world, but he never thought that this day would come so soon.

Sorry, I tried my best—

Merlin fell to the ground and looked in the direction of Stacy and Arthur. The deacon of the Ancient God Cult looked nervously at Merlin who fell in front of him, and a look of madness of victory finally appeared on his face.

“Haha ...

"This time it's really over, damn you, you really scared me! I thought you were just a useless piece of trash, but you showed such a tenacious soul."

The deacon of the Ancient God Cult grabbed Merlin's hair with his only remaining hand and lifted him up. He looked at Merlin with satisfaction as his pupils gradually lost their color. This guy could actually endure the pain of being bitten all the time and walk in front of him. This was almost like being punished by being cut into pieces.

It seems that this guy not only has a handsome face, but also a noble soul. His body and soul must be extremely delicious. Dedicating him to the Lord will definitely bring the greatest gift.

Stacy watched Merlin being lifted up. The intense pain and anger made her struggle madly. Arthur on the side suddenly roared, and a terrifying golden and white air wave emanated from his whole body.

“Stop it, ahhhhhhhh!”

Rumble, rumble, rumble - the earth seemed to feel the intense anger of the two and began to tremble continuously. The power erupting in this desperate situation frightened the deacon of the Ancient God Cult. He knew that he had to sacrifice these three people as soon as possible.

The deacon of the Ancient God Cult held Merlin's head. Under his feet, the black dirty blood was "burning" as if boiling, and the blood drew a strange magic circle along the burning traces.

In the dark realm, shadows are constantly spreading, a strange ritual is about to be ignited, and dirty blood drips onto the magic circle and gathers into a river of sorrow.

Countless broken limbs and arms surged out from under the magic circle, these arms intertwined with each other to form a chaotic web, the stars dimmed, and the moon hid its light.

"Great Lord! This is the best sacrifice I can offer to you!" The deacon of the Ancient God Cult laughed crazily. The broken limbs and remains on the ground revealed white bones that gradually spread from Merlin's ankles and gradually wrapped around Merlin's body as if they were eating.

The gray-black light withered everything around it. Looking at the guiding beam of light, the deacon of the Ancient God Cult shouted in his heart, "It's done, everything is done."

“Merlin!!!”

Buzz—Above the Warcraft Mountains, at the end of the sky, a stream of light quickly passed through the sky. Suddenly, the stream of light seemed to sense something and suddenly turned from the air and fell downwards.

"I sense it! The Lord is coming!" The deacon of the Ancient God Cult laughed as he watched the bones and flesh piled up into a strange aggregate.

But at this moment, a stream of light tore through his fragile territory, like a pair of scissors cutting a piece of black cloth.

The deacon of the Ancient God Cult had no idea what was happening. He just saw the black light of the original sacrifice of the Guide to the Lord suddenly shattered, and then a ball of light smashed into the polymer of bones and flesh that wrapped Merlin's body.

Boom——

"Damn it! What's going on again!" The deacon of the Ancient God Cult looked at the scene in front of him in horror. He saw the bones and flesh wrapped around Merlin melt instantly. Then, he saw the guy whose body and soul were supposed to be devoured by the Lord suddenly opened his eyes.

Merlin's eyes were like deep sapphires, sparkling with a mysterious and profound light. Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything and see through everything.

His pupils sparkled as bright as stars under the moonlight, as if containing endless power and mysterious secrets.

The deacon of the Ancient God Cult felt an intense burning sensation under the gaze of these eyes. His body felt as if it was in flames. The scorching sensation left him with nowhere to escape, as if every cell in the body was ignited and began to melt at this moment.

The deacon of the Ancient God Cult sensed the danger and wanted to stay away from Merlin, but Merlin had already transformed into a dazzling light and quickly came in front of him.

One punch! Merlin swung out without hesitation, and his fist roared like tearing through the air, hitting the face of the Ancient God Cult's deacon. At that moment, it seemed as if time had frozen, and the deacon's mind was filled with endless astonishment and fear.

With a loud bang, the deacon's body was blown away by the punch, half of his head was almost unrecognizable, and blood splattered everywhere, like a blooming blood-red flower.

The deacon of the Ancient God Cult rolled around in the air for a few times and then fell to the ground. He was like a wounded spider, lying on the ground in a panic, his face full of shock and disbelief.

His thoughts were still on Merlin's previous state. He couldn't understand how a dying man could recover so strongly in the blink of an eye? This all seems like something out of a dream.

The moonlight player dispersed the clouds and sprinkled on Merlin's body, like the light of an angel, washing away the filth on Merlin's body. The light outlined Merlin's beautiful figure, as if a god had descended to earth. His outline appeared particularly clear in the light, his skin was white as snow, exuding a faint luster, as if he was out of tune with this world. His temperament was transcendent, as if he was a boy walking out of a dream, with endless mystery and attraction.

Merlin raised his head slightly, glanced around, and finally saw those twisted "mouths" in the darkness. Those horrible beings were like twisted intestines, wandering wantonly in the darkness, connecting to the twisted body of the Ancient God Cult's deacon, as if sucking his life force.

Merlin's heart trembled as he realized that it was these things that had just been biting him, and it was they who made him feel endless pain and despair.