Chapter 840: Chapter 852: The Grim Reaper’s Plan
“Don’t be surprised, is there only one King in the world?” Cranvo smiled easily, “Many races and cultures have their own Grim Reaper. So are my aspects; others are not, like the Raven Queen worshiped by the Shadow Spirits or Rose followed by the Zoel. In the known world, I am indeed the most recognized Grim Reaper among mortals, but who knows what kind of existences lie in the distant lands beyond the Multiverse?”
“Is that so…” Lancelot nodded, accepting this explanation since he had already seen beings from ‘another universe’. “But even if Peyton really becos a Grim Reaper on the material plane, his power would be far inferior to yours. Dispelling him should be an easy task, right?”
“Conflicts between gods take an entirely different form. Our essence is more akin to a ‘concept’, and you cannot destroy a ‘concept’ with sword and steel,” Cranvo sighed. “Unless there’s another Saint’s Cataclysm, the only way to annihilate a True God is to completely destroy Its faith—usually by killing all Its followers.”
“Killing all Its followers?” Lancelot gasped, “Can’t their faith be transford?”
“Of course, but the essence of faith makes it hard to change under external forces; it might even beco stronger,” Cranvo’s voice carried a hint of subtle weariness. “As the Lord of the Dead, it’s my duty and obligation to maintain the order of death, and Peyton’s actions leave no choice. But if possible, I hope it doesn’t co to that. I believe you feel the sa?”
“Certainly.” Lancelot nodded earnestly, “What must I do, under the Grim Reaper’s orders, to prevent that from happening?”
“Religious wars have their own thods,” Cranvo showed a sowhat peculiar smile. “Have you ever spread faith, Sir Lancelot?”
“Spread faith?” Lancelot froze for a mont, then quickly caught on. “You an, to counter Peyton by spreading your faith?”
“Yes,” Cranvo nodded. “As long as most people doubt Peyton’s claims, his attempts to beco a god will be in vain.”
“I see. And after all, you are the true Lord of the Dead, whereas that Lich is just a counterfeit…” Lancelot’s expression turned a bit conflicted. “But I…it’s not that I doubt your teachings, but I’ve never done such a thing before…”
“Haha, you’re not even my follower. How could I expect you to be a missionary?” Cranvo smiled, turning his head. “Such matters will be left to Miss Elizabeth. All you need to do is protect her safety.”
“Eh?!” The little Vampire, focused on pouring tea, was so startled that she nearly dropped the teapot. “?”
“That’s right,” Cranvo smiled at young Elizabeth. “You understand all my teachings. You’re the only true follower I have on this land, blessed by . You can shield the dead from the Lich’s evil magic and bring peace to restless souls. Your re existence will invalidate Peyton Derrick’s false claims.”
“Brilliant!” Lancelot clapped his hands. “A cute Vampire girl against an ugly and terrifying Lich. It’s obvious who the mortals will choose. I can’t imagine how we could lose…”
“Uh…” This ti, the god was taken aback. “If you put it that way…you do have a point…”
“Brother!” Little Elizabeth lightly kicked Lancelot under the table and bowed her head reverently to her deity. “I won’t let you down, my lord…”
“I have no worries about you, because you will proclaim my teachings, and I am confident that is what people truly desire,” the Lord of the Dead smiled confidently. “And Sir Lancelot, your task is simple: protect Miss Elizabeth. That shouldn’t be hard for you.”
“Ordinary minions are no problem, even if there are many. If I can’t win, I’m confident I can escape…” Lancelot awkwardly scratched his nose. “But what if… Peyton Derrick himself cos? Grim Reaper, could you give so special item, like a magical ring? Press a gemstone on it, and you’ll instantly teleport here to stop the Lich…”
“…”
Cranvo’s smile stiffened as he looked at Lancelot, causing an awkward silence.
“…Not possible?” Lancelot sulked, “…Just asking. It’s a risk that can’t be ignored…”
“Regrettably, I currently lack that ability. I can’t do what your Succubus lover does…” The mask reappeared on the Lord of the Dead’s face as Zombie Princess Fran erged from the staircase, followed by the Elves’ Soveris, looking thoughtful. “But, as I promised before, if any of you fall, you can be resurrected in this Temple, even without a body. By the ti the Lich reacts, its plan to beco a god will be thoroughly ruined.”
“Ruined?” Fran asked curiously, “How will you do that?”
“I will spread Cranvo’s teachings to let people know what the true Lord of the Dead is like, so they won’t believe Peyton is a True God,” Elizabeth explained to her. “As long as nobody believes, Peyton can never beco a True God. We’ll use this thod to foil his plans.”
“I see…” Fran scratched her head in puzzlent. “But even if my dear brother fails to beco a god, we still can’t defeat him now, right? Does failing to ascend weaken his powers significantly?”
“Sadly, no,” Cranvo shook his head. “But by then, Peyton will focus most of his attention on , trying to destroy this Ancient Temple…”
“But his army is made up of undead creatures. Attacking your Temple would be like a flock of sheep assaulting a lion’s den…”
“So gods fell in the Saint’s Cataclysm due to overestimating their strengths. I won’t make the sa mistake,” Cranvo rose from his chair. “However, by then, you will have the opportunity to help a powerful ally regain their strength, who can defeat the Lich head-on…”
“An ally?”
“Regain strength?”
“They?”
Soveris, Fran, and Lancelot spoke simultaneously, surprised. The Grim Reaper, now with the mask back on, showed no expression, just nodding calmly.
“Go speak with your white-haired Half-elf friend. She should have figured it out by now…”
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