“You have a difficult task to accomplish.”

"I am going to...accomplish this difficult...task."

“You can reap huge gains by just delaying for a little while.”

"Just... just hold on for a little while."

"Once we have completely mastered Kovag, you will be the second most powerful Blood Mist Priest."

"Wait for the master... Kovag, the Bloodmist Priest."

Under the dim light, Guette was gradually hypnotized by the invisible power in the bewitching words, and his eyes began to become confused.

Looking at Guette who had been hypnotized by his magic, the red light in Moore's eyes dimmed, and the strange smile on his face gradually faded, becoming expressionless again.

"Take the blood oath, and you will have everything."

"Blood...blood oath?"

"Yes, take a blood oath to complete the mission, in the name of the God of Blood Mist."

Moore nodded and added as he looked at Guette who had lost himself.

A red and black light flashed in Guet's eyes, and there was a hint of struggle on his face, but he quickly regained his composure under the invisible force.

"I, Guettehawks, swear hereby, with the great and noble Lord of Blood Mist and Eternal Life as my witness, that I will..." Just as the oath was coming to an end, the situation suddenly changed. A red light suddenly lit up from the tattered cloak behind Guette and enveloped Guette's body.

Guette felt like he had had a very long dream.

In his dream, he wiped out all the knights who came to destroy them on the Coen grassland, and then Moore's plan succeeded. They successfully killed the damn guy Marko and successfully occupied Kovagr.

Afterwards, he obtained a large amount of resources for cultivation and smoothly became a powerful blood mist wizard. With powerful strength, he was no longer willing to be inferior to others, and he got rid of Moore through a series of arrangements.

He became the leader of the Blood Mist Sect, and his career went smoothly afterwards. He was favored by the God of Blood Mist, gained legendary strength and eternal life, and with his powerful force he occupied an entire country and annihilated all invading enemies. In the end, he possessed everything he had never dared to imagine before.

Just when he was about to rule the Longwa continent and become a god in one fell swoop, the scene in front of him turned red. Just when he thought someone was attacking him, the scene in front of him suddenly shattered... Under the red light that suddenly bloomed from the black and red cloak, red mist visible to the naked eye gradually emerged from Guet's mouth and nose.

The red mist dissipated in the red light. Guette shook his head, came to his senses, and remembered what had just happened.

"Moore!"

"How dare you use magic to hypnotize me!"

He looked angrily at the expressionless man in front of him, took two steps back, and pink mist suddenly appeared around him.

Damn it, I actually fell into his trap without realizing it.

Fortunately, my Blood Night Cloak was not completely damaged in the previous battle, otherwise I would have sworn a blood oath in a daze with my life as a guarantee.

Guet thought with some fear.

But what to do next?

After all, he was no match for Moore even in his prime, let alone now that he is seriously injured.

It’s better to find a chance to escape. You can’t just stay here and wait to die.

He made the decision, and a thin layer of blood mist quietly gathered under his feet.

He looked at Moore warily, glancing around with the corner of his eyes, looking for an opportunity to escape.

Suddenly, a flash of blood appeared before his eyes, and before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

······"I asked you to stop the people sent by Marco."

"Answer me, do you agree or disagree?"

A sharp blade made of blood mist extended from Moore's arm and was placed on Guet's neck. He looked at him coldly and said.

what happened?

Feeling the wound on the chest caused by the sharp blade and the sense of death brought by the bloody blade on the neck.

Guette was a little slow to react.

The defense he had set up was broken in an instant, and he was thrown to the ground before he even had time to react.

He looked at Moore's face with some disbelief.

"How is it possible!

How could you possibly have such strength!

You just obtained the power of blood mist!"

The next moment he seemed to have thought of something and shouted in surprise.

“Could it be... Could it be that you have been favored by the God of Blood Mist!”

God’s favored one!

Only those favored by God can gain such powerful strength in a short period of time.

Guette thought with great determination.

What he didn't see was that after hearing what he said, a trace of loneliness flashed in Moore's eyes.

"That's enough, answer my question!"

Feeling the sharp blade on his neck close to his skin, Guette put aside the thoughts in his mind.

No matter whether he is a person favored by God or not, it has nothing to do with me. Instead, my life is now in his hands.

With his body stiff and not daring to move at all, Guette pleaded with Moore with his eyes.

Seeing his pleading eyes, Moore raised the blade in his hand slightly so that he could speak.

"Um... Lord Moore, I can go and stop the enemies on Cohen Prairie, but you see, given my current situation, I can't stop them even if I go."

Guet said, looking at Moore cautiously.

Seeing that Guet had lowered his posture, Moore took two steps back, and the blood-red blade in his hand turned into a blood-red light spot and dissipated into the air.

He looked at Guette expressionlessly, took out a small bottle of red liquid from his sleeve and threw it at Guette.

"This will restore most of your injuries and strength. I will also let that idiot Bandy and the two Blood Mist Cultists go with you."

Guette took the bottle of red liquid in a panic, which caused him to tear the wound on his chest, causing him to gasp in pain.

Looking at the red gun in his hand, he recognized it and cried out in surprise.

"Gifted blood!"

This is one of the miraculous medicines recorded in the Blood Mist Sect's scriptures. It is said that just one drop can save a dying person, and now he actually has a whole small bottle in his hand.

Moore walked to the door and turned around to look at the somewhat surprised Guette and sneered.

"That's just a replica. It's far from being as effective as the records say. It just has a miraculous effect on recovering from injuries and strength. I suggest you take it as soon as possible so you can recover faster."

After saying that, Moore opened the door and walked into the corridor.

He turned sideways and looked at Guet with a hint of murderous intent.

"Ten minutes later, take your people and the bat-winged demon and set off. I hope you don't do anything irrational, otherwise, only death will be waiting for you."

Guet looked at the empty door nervously. Just now, he suddenly felt that something had marked him, giving him the feeling of being stared at by the god of death.

He took a breath, checked himself to see if there was any strange magic or stuff left on him, lowered his head to look at the imitation 'Blood of Grace', opened the bottle stopper and drank it in one gulp...