But now, a major problem had arisen.
It seed that upon seeing Kael's arrival, a group of goblins on the ship, led by Old White, opened a corner of the protective barrier covering the fleet.
Kael reacted swiftly, raising his hand to cast an energy-shaping spell, and suddenly, a gigantic stone wall erged from the sea, catapulting the attacking Chosen Ones into the sky.
As the Death Chosen were launched into the air, they cast a deep glance at Kael, and a dark divine art instantly corroded the stone wall into a mass of fine sand.
anwhile, Kael had already entered the ferry where Old White was located in the half-breath that followed.
His expression sowhat grim, he thought of the cost to kill the Death Chosen, which was much more troubleso than dealing with other Chosen Ones.
If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have arranged for Old White to snipe at the Death Chosen.
But the fact that the Death Chosen appeared here first ant that sothing had definitely gone wrong with the arrangents of the Earth Mother Goddess Church and the Dawn Lord Church.
The only consolation was that, even with these issues, only the Death Chosen and their Legion of Prayers had rushed over.
At least this indicated that the other two Chosen Ones were also held back.
"So, what mission did you actually undertake? From whom did you receive it? Why didn't you follow the original plan?"
Old White shook his head, looking sowhat dazed, and said, "Calm down, Lord. Haven't you also faced a god? Just believe in the power of the gods, even the direst predicants can be handled!"
At that mont, Kael felt an overwhelming anxiety and unrest about to burst forth, but upon hearing these words from Old White, he involuntarily ceased all movents.
He felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, soaking him completely, a chill the likes of which he had never felt before spreading throughout his heart.
"Who are you?" Kael asked coldly.
"? I am Old White, am I not?"
"Then... remove your goblin disguise."
"Of course, no problem!" The relaxed tone of Old White's voice held no tension, making Kael montarily doubt if he had overthought the situation.
Then...
A chilling noise sounded, and Old White frantically kneaded her face, realizing that kneading was futile, she abruptly stretched out both hands and violently grabbed her mouth.
"Tear~"
Under Kael's stern gaze, a short, bloodied goblin erged before him in a rather grueso appearance.
She... forcibly peeled off a layer of skin from herself.
Blood dripping continuously from that bloodied body pooled on the ground, her now-exposed and unsettlingly bloody teeth were visible.
"Old White," pointing to the sagging skin lying on the ground, said cheerfully, "Lord, see, I have successfully removed the goblin disguise!"
By then, Kael could no longer hear the bizarre noise coming from the extrely odd "Old White."
For at that mont, an unprecedented anger along with the magic power within his body was ignited by a force.
There was no pain, Kael rely felt as if the flow of ti in the entire world had suddenly slowed down.
The attacks launched by the Death Chosen, striking like a sudden violent storm, seed to skip fras, stuttering in his eyes.
In this super-sensory state, reminiscent of bullet ti, Kael did indeed feel it.
He felt as if his body had beco a container, within which lay the hidden entirety of his spiritual body world.
And now, within the spiritual body world, an anomaly was shining brightly.
It was—
The Shire Scripture Draft!
The Shire Scripture Draft, which had been completely contaminated by the power of Kael's spiritual body world, now had a pink cover. However, the color of the cover seed to be suppressed, gradually reverting to the original appearance of the Shire Scripture Draft.
A skull quietly surfaced on the cover of the draft, and from this skull extended nurous chains, as if trying to shred the draft, squeezing the entire book out of shape.
Through the book, Kael felt the presence—
The Prince of Lies, Shirek.
At this mont, this deity, who could be considered a demi-god, was giving him a sinister smile.
Ah, he should have realized it earlier.
The Prince of Lies, Shirek, a deity unpopular both among player communities in previous lives and many kingdoms in the continent of Divinity, even worse to so extent than the demons of the Bottomless Abyss.
Even the Goddess of Calamity, hatched from the corpse of the Heavenly Fortune Goddess, could use her powers to help people by providing benefits and avoiding harm, but not the Prince of Lies, Shirek.
Wherever He appeared, it was certain no good would follow.
As a powerful deity, the Prince of Lies is the type easily weaving supernatural phenona among mortals, and...
Because of His domain of divinity, this guy could be terd as a disaster itself, essentially the embodint of "bad luck."
"Is this all within your calculations, Prince of Lies, Shirek?"
The "Old White," who due to the "bullet ti" condition should have been completely motionless, suddenly stirred.
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