As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

You have accomplished an astonishing feat.

The "Threads of Fate" feature is now available.

[Legendary System Now Available]

[Achieve the unique title: Blasphemer]

[Introduction: The raging flames of calamity annihilated the remaining divine figures. Your true name is unknown to anyone, but on that day, the gods crumbled beneath your feet.]

[Passive effect: When facing all divine beings, your own aura assessment is increased by 30%, and your divine resistance is increased by 20%]

[Legendary Status: 1 point]

Moen glanced at the notification on the panel that the Ring of Judgment was a mortal enemy, and his lips twitched.

However, he was quite satisfied with the title of "blasphemer"; those who do writing are quite good at coming up with names.

As for legendary status, that's a good thing.

In the setting of Blood and Wine, this is a world-class reputation independent of faction prestige.

With it, you can get discounts when buying things in certain hidden shops, and you can also gain extra respect when you encounter certain neutral big shots.

Even enemies would have to consider the weight of this legend before taking action.

Moreover, this is a feature exclusive to NPCs; players don't have this feature on their interface.

Because of the vast difference in strength between NPCs and players in the game, it is almost impossible for players to obtain legendary status.

But now is not the time to be complacent.

The divine storm in the square had just subsided, but the lingering power of the calamity fire had razed the surrounding buildings to the ground.

"Retreat immediately!"

Moen called out to Sylvie, who was still in a daze.

Sylvie reacted swiftly, summoning several shadow servants who emerged from the ruins to carry the unconscious Arya and the heavily injured Gray on their backs.

Moen swiftly snatched the [Judgment Scales] that had fallen to the ground and carried the [Sword of Judgment] that the black-armored knight had dropped on his back.

These are all treasures; even if they break, the materials themselves are of immeasurable value.

The group quickly slipped into the underground passage that Sylvie had left behind and sped along until dawn, without hearing any sound of pursuers behind them.

Moen guessed that the archbishop in the Holy City probably never dreamed that someone could actually kill a Shadow of Judgment wielding a holy artifact in a place like Nohanville.

【Holy City Paradis】

Paradis, meaning "land promised by the gods," is a city that is itself a great miracle.

In the center of the city stands a towering mountain, atop which sits the Cathedral of Judgment.

Leading to the Cathedral of Judgment is the famous "Stairway to Judgment" that is renowned throughout the continent.

Ten thousand pure white marble steps, like a stairway to the kingdom of God, each step is engraved with intricate legal inscriptions.

Inside the church, in a very simply decorated meditation room, there were no glittering decorations, only four white walls and a statue of the God of Judgment that was only the size of a palm.

An elderly man dressed in plain white linen clothes, with his white hair neatly combed, was kneeling on a prayer mat in front of the statue of a deity, praying with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the old man paused in his silent chanting, and a wisp of his soul power returned from beyond the heavens.

That was the sign of Theodore's death.

Each of the Shadows of Judgment is a killing weapon he has cultivated since childhood.

Their souls, having been cleansed and reforged by the elder's divine power during the coming-of-age ceremony, were already connected to his soul.

Augustus slowly opened his eyes. There was no sadness in his cloudy eyes, only a hint of displeasure at being interrupted from his prayers, and a deep sense of doubt.

"Theodore is dead? How can that be?"

According to the revelation, the little guy named Gray should have been pierced by the Spear of Judgment, and that imperfect container should have been completely shattered and reassembled.

"Who is it?" Augustus did not get up, but remained kneeling before the statue. However, a terrifying pressure that seemed to freeze the air instantly filled the entire quiet room.

He didn't turn around, but spoke calmly to the empty room, "Why would the Inspector General of the Secret Service be interested in visiting my quiet room?"

"Or is it because you disrupted my plans that those old guys from the Anmi Society sent you here to apologize?"

The quiet room was deathly silent.

A moment later, a voice, indistinguishable between male and female, rang out simultaneously from all directions: "Oh dear, Your Excellency the Archbishop, why are you so angry?"

"I was merely passing through and happened to bring my teacher to offer my condolences to you, my old friend. Besides, Paradis is a place all clergy yearn for; is there any problem with me coming here to purify my filthy soul?"

The voice paused, then became even more innocent: "As for that matter, don't jump to conclusions. It has nothing to do with the Anmi Society."

"At most, it was just my immature apprentice who provided some insignificant help because of our personal relationship. You know, young people are always prone to impulsiveness."

The old man fell silent. The inspector was telling the truth; this was how his divine magic had fed back to him.

Augustus snorted coldly and closed his eyes again: "If that's the case, then don't get in my way here."

"This time, my plan was not meticulous enough, but the incomplete container has been repaired, and everything was already predetermined."

"Theodore's death merely delayed the arrival of the angels."

As he said, he was not flustered.

Because long before the plan even began, he had seen fragments of the future through prophecy, the image of the golden Judgment Gun shooting down Gray.

That was divine revelation, an undeniable fact.

Once Gray dies, Arya's last line of defense will collapse, and the container completion plan will be 99% successful.

As for Theodore, even if it meant the death of a hundred Judgment Shadows, as long as he could gain a perfect Goddess of Judgment, the deal would still be worthwhile.

"Haha, since you're so confident, I won't bother you any longer."

The sound faded away, and silence returned.

The [Sanctuary of True Sight] that shrouded the exterior of the Church of Judgment, supposedly impenetrable even to mosquitoes, never issued a warning.

The old man closed his eyes again, bowed his head to the small statue, and murmured, "For a greater justice."

The next second, in a dense forest dozens of kilometers away from the holy city, space distorted slightly.

A tall woman, dressed somewhat inappropriately, appeared out of nowhere.

She was the one who had just spoken with the old man in the quiet room; she was one of the Grand Inspectors of the Secret Society and also Sylvie's mentor, Vivian.

"call……"

Vivian took a drag on her pipe, exhaled a smoke ring, and patted her ample chest, causing it to sway dizzily.

"This old geezer is getting scarier and scarier."

"This time, I, your master, have to go through all the trouble to clean up your mess." She snorted somewhat discontentedly, then licked her red lips.

"Next time we meet, you must let Master take good care of you." Before she finished speaking, her figure disappeared into the wind again.

Moen was exhausted from traveling all night, but he was still a day away from his destination, Skargard.

They are now resting in a huge natural ice cave that they found in Sylvie. The cold winds of the ice field are kept out, and only a faint blue light shines through the ice to illuminate the interior.

Moen dragged Gray to a natural ice platform deep inside the ice cave; the old man was in bad shape.

Although Morne managed to withstand the Judgment Spear, saving Grey's last breath, it was still a divine attack.

Gray had a wound torn open by divine power on his chest. The wound had not healed, but was instead surrounded by wisps of golden light.

This is divine power erosion, which not only blocks the body's ability to recover, but also continuously erodes Gray's remaining life force.

Moen looked at Gray's health bar, which was now only a sliver of health, and took a deep breath.

Seven days have passed since I last imprinted the skill on Sylvie, and the skill cooldown has just ended.

Moen breathed on his right hand and solemnly placed his palm on Gray's chest.

"Engraving, activate!"

[Detection indicates that the person being inscribed, "Grey Valgard," has a very high level of trust in you, which meets the requirements.]

[Destiny Track Engraving in Progress]

[Skill "Adversity Baptism" inscription complete]

[Detection indicates that the recipient, "Grey Valgard," possesses the bloodline of the Silver Wolf.]

[Skills undergo adaptive transformation]

[Detection indicates that the person being inscribed, "Grey Valgard," has a very high level of trust in you, which meets the requirements.]

[Destiny Track Engraving in Progress]

[Divine blocking detected]

[Source of the blockade: God of War and Valor - *&*%]

[Judgment Result: Rank Too Low]

[Imprinting in progress]

[Skill "Adversity Baptism" inscription complete]

[Detection indicates that the recipient, "Grey Valgard," possesses the bloodline of the Silver Wolf.]

[Skills undergo adaptive transformation]

Your followers comprehend the "Wolf Blood Baptism".

As the notification tone faded, Gray's body trembled violently, and countless white mists gushed out from the pores of his entire body.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling silver light wave spread outwards from him, and the hideous wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. His health bar, which had been almost depleted, instantly soared to 80% like a rocket!

Moen quickly checked the description of this mutated skill.

The activation restriction has been changed to only require low health. The blinding effect is the same as his skill, but the latter two effects have changed.

One effect removes all negative effects, restores 80% of health, and enters a berserk state, with attacks having a magic-breaking effect that can ignore divine or magical shields.

Another effect is a 30% increase to all attributes for 30 seconds and the ability to block pain.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Moen shook his head. Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Is there any justice in this world when believers are always more skilled than oneself?

A moment later, Gray's fingers twitched.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze bloodshot, and let out a low growl as he instinctively reached for the heavy sword beside him.

"François! Watch out!!"

His memory was still stuck on the moment when divine punishment descended.

"Calm down, old man, the battle is over." Moen pressed down on his shoulder and channeled a cool magical energy into him.

Gray paused for a moment, then his eyes gradually cleared.

He looked around and saw the cold cave, Moen, and Arya sleeping soundly not far away.

"We survived?" Gray touched his chest in a daze; the spot where the spear of judgment had pierced through him was now completely unmarked.

"Not only did we survive, we also killed that black bucket," Moen explained briefly.

Of course, he vaguely glossed over the details of how he tore apart the divine punishment with his bare hands, referring to it as some kind of one-time life-saving scroll.

Gray used his blood energy to dissolve some ice water and drank it. Although he had many questions in his mind, such as what the ability he felt coming out of his body when he woke up was, and how he actually died, he didn't ask any more questions.

He glanced at Moen, and finally just patted Moen's shoulder heavily: "I knew I hadn't misjudged you, kid."

"However, old man, I have some bad news." Moen pointed to himself with a wry smile: "I'm now a Class A criminal wanted by the Church of Judgment throughout the entire continent."

"The charges include, but are not limited to: kidnapping a saint, murdering Bishop François of the diocese, stealing sacred artifacts, and massacring the Shadow of Judgment..."

Why doesn't he say I'm a god-slayer? Moen thought to himself.

"It's only been less than a month, and I've gone from a country adventurer to a great demon who can stop children from crying at night. This speed of advancement is faster than taking an airship."

Gray listened to Moen's banter and knew that the kid was deliberately trying to liven things up, but he also knew in his heart that Moen had taken on these crimes to save him.

"Alright, stop joking." Gray stood up, stretched his limbs, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

"A church warrant for my arrest is less effective than my words. Once we leave the Aureliano Empire, which church would listen to the Church of Judgment?"

"I have some old friends in Skargard. When you get there, I'll treat you to a big meal."

Because Gray woke up, the group sped up considerably. After a day's journey, as night fell, a magnificent and breathtaking steel city appeared before them.

From the outside, this is an insurmountable snow-capped mountain.

But halfway up the snow-capped mountain, a huge black iron gate, large enough to accommodate giant warships, was carved out by human hands; that was the entrance to the city.

Inside the mountain, the entire mountain was hollowed out, forming a huge, vertically distributed cylindrical city.

Moen looked at the city, and information about it kept surfacing in his mind.

He knew that the city's lord, Grand Duke Balthazar of the Forge, was a genuine level 70 legendary powerhouse.

However, he is not a soldier in the conventional sense. Fifty years ago, he voluntarily and permanently connected his body to the core of the city—the Central Geothermal Reactor.

His spine is connected to the city's defense center, with countless tubes replacing his nerves.

Within this city, he could control the city's defensive artillery, gates, and elevators as if they were his own fingers.

As long as he is there, Skargard will be an invincible fortress.

"Halt!" A mechanical synthesized voice came from the loudspeaker above as the group walked up to the black iron gate that was a hundred meters high.

Several blinding searchlights instantly shone on them, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

"Click click click".

On the defensive towers on both sides of the gate, dozens of dark steam cannons rotated automatically, locking onto them.

The voice from the loudspeaker suddenly turned cold and piercing: "Personnel at the front, immediately disarm yourselves, put your hands on your heads, and kneel down!"

"Otherwise, a devastating strike will be launched."

Moen squinted at the machine guns that were charging, his hand quietly resting on the hilt of his sword.

"Grandpa, are your old friends reliable?"

"If we had come out any later, we might have been riddled with holes."