Bart looked at Heidi’s corpse with regret, continuing, "I was hoping you could stop me, the Devil is awakening inside me, I can feel it, he has already reached Dragonheart Island."
Kerr’s pupils shrank sharply, recalling the mural of the Evil God’s descent, his heart beating uncontrollably faster.
He took a breath, trying to calm the frantic beats, but soon found that his heart, beyond his control, was speeding up even more.
Kerr clutched at his heart and knelt to the ground.
Elsewhere, Bart’s withered body stood up, eyes blood-red, as he lightly flicked the magic array’s lowest layer, bringing a streak of gold before him.
"Humans lack faith so much, they sign contracts, swear they won’t go back on their word, yet they always find loopholes, not like us, we respect sacred contracts and operate only within the rules," Bart said as he took the golden Dragon Blood into his mouth, closing his eyes to savor the strengthening of his flesh.
Strictly speaking, his thoughts were replaced by the Evil God of Hell, so he was no longer Bart.
Just as humans are duplicitous with Devils, the Devil didn’t trust humans much either. Concerning the grand plan of descending into the human world, the Devil chose to do it himself.
For now, the Evil God of Hell had succeeded by eighty percent.
As the golden blood was ingested, Bart’s withered body rapidly filled out; golden lines swam under the skin, and his cheek suddenly burst open with a bloody slash.
"Still too weak, this body cannot bear more of my thoughts, nor can it control the Dragon Blood..."
The Evil God fixed his gaze on Kerr, the Silver Mage might be mediocre, but certainly much stronger than Bart’s body; as a stopgap vessel, it was enough to carry him back to Bart Manor.
There, a perfect Holy Spirit Body awaited, capable of bearing most of his thoughts.
Then his power could be more fully wielded!
Speaking of power, the Evil God couldn’t help but think of the Death Knight, wondering how there could be two Death Knights and hoping that next time they met, the imposter would maintain a tough attitude, not going weak at the knees at the first scare.
Footsteps sounded; the Evil God focused his gaze, and before him appeared a black-haired Mage.
With a thought, the Evil God commanded the blood to flow backward, waiting for the Mage to die from a heart explosion.
But that didn’t happen; the Evil God gradually felt unable to sense the other’s blood, the hollow vessel was like an undead, devoid of flesh and blood.
"A Disciple of Death, somewhat troublesome..."
The Evil God’s fingers grasped in the air, and from Heidi’s corpse, a blood-red Crystal Longsword was drawn: "Annoying scent of death, kneel before the mercy of the gods..."
A gunshot rang out, and the bullet struck the Evil God’s eye socket, interrupting his pompous oration.
Wayne’s eyes flickered with gray mist, his body filled with the eternal silence of death, holding the pistol, he walked forward, pulling the trigger as he went.
The Evil God was sent rolling all over the ground.
Once Wayne approached close to the Evil God past, the gun was empty, the Evil God laughed cruelly, lifting his head while a fist enlarged rapidly before his eyes.
A dull sound of a skull shattering, and half of the Evil God’s head turned to fragments.
Silent roars echoed all around, layers of blood shadows flickered uncertainly, but to no avail; this was the God-chosen Continent, not his domain, unable to achieve omnipotence with a single thought.
Wayne unmoved, swung his fists, repeatedly striking the flesh body that the Evil God occupied, feeling that Hell’s Devil was rather overestimated, nowhere near the level of the Void Lord.
Kerr struggled to open his eyes and saw Wayne pounding on the Evil God, murmuring under his breath and with the blood on his body, he drew a simple Magic Array on the ground.
"Don’t let him leave, he’s found a way to descend to earth..."
Finishing his words, his eyes closed, and he passed out.
The holy Magic Array spread out powerfully, heavily battering the layers of blood shadows, forcing the Evil God’s thoughts back into the possessed body.
Wayne’s punch came down, shattering a piece of Blood Crystal Stone.
A vortex of blood gathered not far away, the Evil God’s half-flesh, half-crystal body reformed, a Blood Longsword condensed in his hand; his ferocious face full of resentment.
The script wasn’t supposed to be !
Well-written, the script should be !
Wayne’s expression turned grave as he took out another knuckle duster and put it on.
The Evil God roared angrily, swinging his longsword in a chopping motion, and after five moves, he was again caught by Wayne in a gap and flipped over onto the ground.
Wayne’s punches rained down ferociously, frustrated by the feeble, unskilled, loose-footed, slow-reacting god; today, he would be relentless.
Strike while the enemy is down!
Fist raised, death follows like a shadow...