The next mont.
The originally savage ancient being suddenly froze in place.
It seed as if Ethan’s raised palm was filled with so kind of magic power, rendering him unable to move an inch.
Then, wisps of a turquoise aura, with a deep blue undertone, rushed towards Ethan’s palm like flowing water.
As those currents surged continuously, the life force of the towering ancient being quickly withered away.
In the end, even the sticky, damp liquid on his body dried up.
Then, he finally turned into a genuine ancient corpse, collapsing on the ground almost soundlessly, like a piece of dust.
He truly turned into ashes, from flesh to bones, disappearing without a trace.
A mont ago, the roaring Huoyan stood there dumbfounded, as if temporarily losing the ability to think, you could almost imagine his gaping mouth behind the mask through his robe.
Even Shadow temporarily forgot to scream, his expression was likely very entertaining.
So much so, that when the hand that attacked him struggled to climb out of the ground to attack him again, he didn’t even react.
It was Anya who remained calm, turned around, and shot the ancient being.
And thus, the dust settled.
No one could have imagined, that in just one second it would flip from a life-and-death situation to this outco.
"Godfather, just who... are you?"
Huoyan finally recovered and asked with so difficulty.
He realized he had not understood this person known by the codena Godfather at all.
Initially, he only thought this was a sowhat capable Mafia mber with a decent sense of style, as only figures from the underworld could acquire such a large batch of bootleg alcohol in a short ti in this era.
When the battle started, he thought this person was calm and had so wits.
But now...
Now he truly didn’t know.
The ability that turned the ancient being into ashes just monts ago was completely beyond his comprehension.
Even after racking his brain for information, he couldn’t find which True God’s Na this power belonged to.
It was beyond his scope of understanding already.
Indeed, it was beyond his understanding.
After all, the power Ethan wielded ca from—
’True God’s Na’.
In fact, since he ca into contact with that family mber who fled back, Ethan grasped onto that snowflake only he could see, and he felt that the ’True God’s Na’ might be able to decipher Saint Kuanti’s tic pollution.
Later, when he entered the historical layer, he quietly tried feeling it.
While everyone hid under the daylight of the sun, he reached out his hand.
He felt sothing being slowly digested by the ’True God’s Na’.
Then, after being attacked.
He was completely sure that his ’True God’s Na’ had an almost suppressive power over everything here.
With the first few ancient beings he killed, he was actually secretly absorbing their strength.
When it was the big guy’s turn, he had already prepared to fully take action.
No one expected Huoyan to have another trick, but the ambush on Shadow was unforeseen.
Otherwise, Ethan would have continued to hide and observe.
Now, he was completely exposed.
It wasn’t without benefits.
He fully absorbed the power from that towering ancient being.
This caused the ’True God’s Na’ to stir directly.
It’s a sign that a new true na was about to erge.
But it’s not there yet, still lacking a little sothing.
Perhaps he needs to absorb one or two more ancient beings.
The atmosphere hung in a stalemate for quite a while.
Only then did Ethan speak: "I am the Godfather."
This sentence startled Huoyan, who let out a dry laugh, seemingly trying to play it off, joking, "Yeah, you are the Godfather, who else could you be."
But then, Shadow straightforwardly pulled down his hood, removed his mask, and revealed his true face: "Thank you for saving , Godfather."
Shadow was an excessively thin man, about thirty years old, with a face so pale, whether from excessive blood loss or naturally, that he truly had a shadowy aura.
"My na is Sean Macaulay, from Butan City, thirty-one years old, by profession a night watchman, sotis a part-ti assassin, residing at..."
He began to introduce himself in incredible detail, including his ho address and marital status.
This made Huoyan cough repeatedly.
"Wait, wait, what’s happening here?"
"I don’t want to die, I want to live." Shadow, or rather Sean Macaulay, glanced at Huoyan, seemingly advising him, "The Godfather saved us, he exposed his secret, so I too must tell him my secret..."
"Godfather, we can sign a contract, a soul contract, I assure you everything I say is true, I also assure that I won’t speak of anything that happened or happens hereafter. Please don’t kill ."
"I didn’t say I was going to kill you." Ethan said so, but looked towards Huoyan.
"Heh heh heh, Godfather, we’re friends, aren’t we?" Huoyan said, seeing Ethan remain motionless, he reluctantly took off his hood and removed his mask, revealing a face well over forty, ravaged by long-term alcohol abuse.
He even had a bit of a bulbous nose.
"Hello everyone, I am Rich Gat, as you can see, I’m a drunkard, forty-two years old, my profession is inventor..."
The self-introduction ended.
And so began the signing of the soul contract.
A contract is the cornerstone of the Kingdom, and a soul contract is the ultimate guarantee.
If violated, the power of the contract would directly strangle the soul.
Ethan had previously heard Klei talk about it but had never really been in contact.
It was Rich who provided the parchnt to sign the contract.
Ethan signed the contract with them in turn.
The mont the contract was signed, Ethan could feel that sothing was being accomplished in the unseen world.
"Alright, there’s nothing more, is there? Let’s continue on the road." Huoyan muttered, putting on his mask again.
But Shadow raised his hand and said, "Gentlen, since you’ve decided not to kill , please save , I’m bleeding to death."
Ethan nodded, and Anya imdiately began to administer first aid to him.
With Anya’s excellent first aid skills, and the tools provided by Huoyan, Shadow’s wounds were quickly treated.
Huoyan even crafted him a temporary prosthetic limb.
Ethan curiously looked at him: "Where did you pull all these things from?"
Huoyan patted a small pouch on him with so pride and said, "I told you, I’m an inventor."
With everything ready, the group prepared to set off again.
Before leaving, Ethan saw the parchnt book that had fallen to the ground from before, which he felt an urge to retrieve.
This book seed to hold great significance for him.
He walked over, picked it up, and upon opening the first page, saw a sentence:
"Saint Kuanti, the heretic, stole the Lord’s glory!"
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