Its head transformed into the sun, bringing us light; its heart gave birth to independent divinity, transforming into the God of Light to protect humanity.
As for the evil gods like Heather and Vella, they were born later than the Great Old Ones, and how some of them came to be remains a mystery.
However, some evil gods are formed from the body fragments or soul fragments of the dead outer gods.
Outer Gods are powerful beings in unknown universes. They have no concept of death and can even be described as immortal.
Therefore, even though they were defeated in the struggle against the supreme and great Creator, they did not truly die. Instead, a part of their bodies underwent an unknown and wondrous transformation, giving birth to a portion of the evil gods.
Most of these evil gods wander in the universe because our world is protected by the soul of the supreme and great creator, so they cannot enter. They can only enter some projections through occasional gaps.
Or perhaps it's only through the sacrifices and summoning of those idiots like Nat that a portion of their power can be channeled.
At this point, Master Morton revealed a mocking smile: "Do you know how Nat's idiotic ancestor was made an earl?"
He was made an earl because his ancestor once led a group to wipe out a town that worshipped the evil god Heatherville and then successfully sealed Heatherville away.
As a descendant of a hero, he actually sacrificed his life to summon Heatherveld. If his ancestor knew, he'd probably rise from his coffin in fury.
At this moment, Lenser winked at Hughes, signaling him to come out with him first.
Yang Cheng saw it but didn't pay attention, only asking, "So this matter is just over like that? Thousands of lives have been lost just like that."
Master Morton did not answer, but asked, "You haven't registered with the Witcher Guild in St. Brand yet? Are you still a free witcher?"
There are two types of witchers: freelance witchers and guild witchers, although both are registered.
Witchers in the Association must obey the Association's management, be assigned tasks by the Association, and receive various rewards upon completion of the tasks.
Freelance witchers, on the other hand, have much more freedom. They are not required to undertake missions and can accept assignments from private individuals, governments, or other organizations to complete tasks.
Of course, you can also deal with some supernatural events and monsters and exchange the materials they leave behind for money.
Many of these materials are needed for alchemy or astrology.
"I am still a free witcher."
Master Morton sighed and said, "If you were a member of the Witcher Guild, you would know that people are dying every day throughout Saint Brand, or even the Kingdom of Assyria. The number of people who die from supernatural events is even greater than the number of people who die naturally."
Although the Earl of Nat's atrocities resulted in the deaths of over a thousand people, its impact was relatively low because more than eight hundred of these people were his own slaves and servants, with little contact with the outside world, thus not causing much panic.
Just then, Hughes and Lenser walked in, followed by a chubby middle-aged man in a black police uniform.
Hughes introduced, "This is Chief Grace of our St. Brand West Police Department."
Yang Cheng nodded slightly and said, "Director, may I leave now?"
Grace rubbed her hands together and said, "Mr. Cheng, of course you can leave. You are not only innocent, but also a great hero who saved our St. Brand."
"Without you, who knows how many people the evil god would have bewitched, causing countless losses and casualties."
Hughes nudged the chief cautiously: "This gentleman's surname is Yang."
Grace's smile remained unchanged: "Mr. Yang, I actually have a favor to ask."
I heard that you are not a Witcher of the Witcher Guild, but a freelance Witcher.
"Then our Western District Police Department would like to hire you as our special advisor, with the same status as Master Morton. What do you think?"
Yang Cheng looked at Grace calmly and said, "But what can you give me? Forgive my bluntness, but if I'm not mistaken, your police station seems to be quite poor, with no funding whatsoever?"
Grace glared fiercely at Hughes and Lenser.
Those two little brats are good for nothing and good for making trouble. Why do they have to tell everyone everything?
Yang Cheng said calmly, "Don't blame them. They didn't say anything; I figured it out myself."
Your police station's financial difficulties are practically written all over your face.
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