John had indeed noticed Silver Tear’s situation and quickly directed the Bloodthirsty Blade towards them.
He had already surmised that this object indeed exerted a suppressive effect on them, but it was mutual.
Although their attacks had no substantial effect on the vines, the Bloodthirsty Blade was different.
It seed to effortlessly cut through the vines completely.
Moreover, after cutting down the vines, he saw that Godson’s expression had soured, as if he felt greatly threatened.
Without any hesitation, John cut through all the cages.
Silver Tear breathed a sigh of relief and imdiately jumped out, instantly feeling the ongoing sensation of being drained of blood.
"What do we do? We’re still being drained," Silver Tear asked Dark Fox, who grimaced slightly and then glanced in John’s direction.
Godson was too preoccupied to attend to them, so they were montarily safe.
However, they were still surrounded by vines, making it impossible to move away.
If they were to confront the situation head-on, it would only beco more dangerous, so they dared not take such a risk.
"Head to the areas that have been cleared."
Both glanced around and noticed that a small section nearby had been cleared, offering relative safety.
If they could quickly clear away the rest, the situation would be different.
They hoped this might also reduce so of the pressure on John.
Relieved by this thought, they did not hesitate any longer.
They were well aware that if they encountered any problems, it would complicate things further for John since he would need to look out for them.
John indeed glanced over at them when he could.
Seeing that they were managing to solve so issues on their own gave him a slight sense of relief.
Honestly, he had been harboring so different thoughts; if an unexpected situation arose, he might not be able to attend to them.
If they could fend for themselves, that would be ideal.
If not, he might have to prioritize and make so tough decisions.
Godson, seeing that John’s blade had managed to slash through all his defenses, grew even angrier.
Why? Why were the divine gifts so ineffectual in his hands?
The thought fueled a fiery anger within Godson, burning incessantly in his heart.
"Just for trying to destroy what belongs to the gods, you shall die!"
Godson roared, and the vines on the ground, as if alive, began to grow frenziedly.
Even as the Bloodthirsty Blade cut through the vines like reaping wheat, they regrew even faster the next mont.
Initially as thick as a baby’s arm, the vines had started to thin out.
They all knew why: likely, the current power wasn’t sufficient for the vines to regain their initial thickness so quickly.
Godson’s complexion, previously flushed with vitality, now paled dramatically, as if the severed vines were linked to his own life force.
John’s mind cooled slightly, and he began to engage Godson in close combat.
This was a risky move for him, primarily being a ranged mage.
In lee, he absolutely needed the Bloodthirsty Blade!
The Blade, still swinging wildly in midair, although weakening Godson’s ability to move, also diminished John’s combat effectiveness.
He had lost a significant advantage, and was unsure if the blood shield within the Blade would still function without his control.
But from what it looked like now, as long as he could handle this situation, everything else was inconsequential.
Godson’s expression darkened further, as if he wished he could slap John dead.
He forcibly restrained himself, however, controlling his emotions and remained stationary, slowly extending his hands into the air.
It seed as though faint white orbs were gradually taking shape in his palms, the orbs flickering and swirling together.
The two orbs rged into one, and in that instant, the entire church was filled with brilliant white light.
Shadows flickered incessantly within it, as if the gods themselves were descending.
John instinctively shut his eyes tightly, knowing that if he were to see those things, he would sense sothing amiss.
Even though he closed his eyes swiftly, he still felt sothing unusual.
The figures danced and leapt before him, seemingly flaunting themselves.
At that mont, John felt as if voices were slowly erging in his mind.
"Open your eyes, and you will witness the descent of the gods. Open your eyes, and you will fully experience the call of the gods. In this world, only the gods are truly great, only they are worthy of overseeing everything. When you devote yourself to the gods, all that you are will be transcended."
John chuckled coldly.
"Just as I expected, more of these trashy tricks! These so-called dark gods only have these little ways of beguiling people. Anyone with real power wouldn’t resort to such ans but would directly descend upon this world!"
John bit down hard on his tongue, a sharp pain coursing through his body, bringing him back to a state of calm.
[Affected by dark god’s contamination! ntal resistance increased by 10%!]
Previously, John needed the Heart of Dwarf necklace to keep his mind clear, but now, he didn’t need anything to stay fully alert.
When Godson saw John close his eyes, he felt imnsely smug.
After all, it seed unlikely that anyone could resist the temptation of a god.
But unexpectedly, John had only closed his eyes for a mont before reopening them, his deanor as composed as ever.
"This is impossible!"
Godson’s eyes widened in shock, his tone filled with surprise.
Honestly, he had never imagined John could possess such resilience; it was simply inconceivable!
No one could resist the temptation of a god, absolutely no one!
Suddenly realizing sothing, Godson looked at John with a different expression, then scoffed.
"Have you also devoted yourself to a god?"
Only a follower of another god could possibly resist; otherwise, it was utterly impossible.
John chuckled lightly, his gaze devoid of any emotion as he looked at Godson across from him.
"Sorry, I don’t trust anyone, I only believe in myself!"
Though he indeed possessed divine power, he never had any trust in these so-called dark gods.
If they truly had any bit of genuine faith, they wouldn’t be called dark gods! Continue your journey at .Côm
Godson looked montarily uncertain, but he quickly regained his composure.
He conjured another white orb in his hand.
If once didn’t work, he would try a second and a third ti.
He simply couldn’t believe that John’s willpower was strong enough to withstand everything!
Impossible!
There was no one in this world who could resist a god!
"I am Godson, the spokesperson for the gods, the only child of the gods in this world! I am the ruler of this world!"
Reviews
All reviews (0)