Wizard Immortal

Chapter 601 Meeting

Are gods also born of humans?

Looking at the murals and the inscriptions on them, Adir asked a question.

"Of course." Irula's expression remained unchanged. "Everything in this world has its reason for being."

"Humans are born of their parents, and so are Gods."

"The only difference is that mortals always like to embellish this, adding all sorts of colors to their birth, while true holiness never hides its humble past."

Irula spoke earnestly, her expression focused and serious.

"I agree with that," Adir nodded in agreement.

Led by Iruula, he continued to wander through the hall and tour the entire church.

To his disappointment, however, he did not see any trace of the group from yesterday, even as the other apprentices gradually entered the church.

In the end, he shook his head and gave up on this attempt.

"I am very satisfied with the explanation of the Irura priesthood."

Looking at Irula before him, Adir smiled and glanced at the growing number of people outside: "I apologize for taking up your time. As a token of my gratitude, I would like to donate thirty large gold coins to express my appreciation."

"I will use your donation in a suitable way." Irula's eyes lit up slightly when she heard the amount Adir donated.

Thirty large gold coins—that's a lot of money.

At this time, right after the war, even buying a healthy slave with all limbs intact would only cost two large gold coins. Thirty large gold coins was an enormous sum; in the past, a church might not receive such a donation in an entire year.

Of course, this amount of money wasn't much to Irula, but the fact that Adir could donate it so readily was something he should take seriously.

Thinking of this, he smiled and then personally escorted Adir to the church entrance before slowly walking back into the church.

As soon as she returned to the church, the smile on Irula's face vanished completely.

"What?! Prince Gruul is missing!"

His expression changed, the smile on his face vanished instantly, and he looked serious. He took several quick steps and went straight to the room where Gruul had been the night before.

In the room, Hill stood there, his face ashen, one hand gripping the blanket on the bed.

Following his gaze, Irula looked towards the headboard, where a black doll lay quietly, emitting faint breaths and sounds.

The aura emanating from the doll was exactly the same as that emanating from Gruul.

"It's an alchemical golem!"

Standing before the bed, watching Irula's arrival, Hill said with a grim face, "These puppets need to be manipulated from a short distance to be effective. He can't have gone very far yet!"

"Activate the time rewind immediately and bring him back!"

"Huh?" Outside, Adir paused for a moment as soon as he stepped out of the church.

In my perception, a massive surge of soul power was permeating the surroundings inside the church behind me, as if some grand ceremony was about to begin.

"What went wrong?"

"Subconsciously," Adir muttered to himself, then hesitated for a moment before walking toward his carriage.

As he slowly walked to the carriage he had come in, Adir suddenly sensed something was wrong.

A faint smell of blood wafted from the surroundings, the source of which was the carriage that belonged to him.

Whoosh!

A sharp sword light flashed past in an instant, piercing down with an incomparably fierce killing intent. It was even coated with scorching life energy, and it directly pierced down with a deadly sword.

This sword strike is terrifying in its power, imbued with the knight's life energy. Struck with deadly intent, it is so sudden and unexpected that even a knight who has activated the Seed of Life would be severely injured, if not killed, by this single blow.

boom! !

A fierce clang of metal rang out as the two longswords clashed in an instant, the force of which instantly separated them.

Standing outside the carriage, Adir remained calm. He raised his sword with one hand, and specks of silver light emerged in mid-air, directly suppressing the opponent's sword momentum and preventing them from continuing to swing.

A surge of intense power erupted, a power that burst forth in an instant, causing the opponent's eyes to widen in shock: "Battle Qi!!"

At this point, the curtain of the carriage was torn open by Jianfeng, and Adir was able to see the other party's appearance clearly.

He was a handsome young man with blond hair and a face full of astonishment. His figure gave Adir a faint sense of familiarity.

"Who are you!"

Before Adir could even recognize the other person, inside the carriage, the other person, looking at Adir's face, exclaimed as if they had seen a ghost: "Yasuo?"

"You know me?" Adir frowned, looking at the somewhat unfamiliar person in front of him, just about to say something.

Tap tap tap...

A series of hurried footsteps came from afar, carrying for quite a distance, as if someone was hurrying along, running quickly from all directions.

Hearing the rapid footsteps, Adir frowned, looked at the young man half-lying in the carriage, hesitated for a moment, then gently lifted the carriage and ran quickly away.

He drove straight through the streets without stopping, reaching the outskirts of the city and the place where Adir was currently staying. After confirming that no one was following him, he slowly stopped and got into the carriage behind him.

Inside the carriage, the young man was lying half-reclined, his face pale and seemingly without any strength. He could only lean against the wooden plank behind him to prop himself up.

It was only then that Adir noticed that the other person had numerous wounds and cracks of varying sizes all over his body, many of which were still bleeding, making him look painful at first glance.

"Who exactly are you?"

Looking at the young man before him, and noticing his obviously disguised appearance, Adir frowned and spoke calmly, slowly raising his sword, which was vaguely aimed at the young man's neck, as if he would cut him down and kill him without him even speaking.

On the other side, watching Adir's actions, the person gazing at Adir silently had a complex expression, a mixture of surprise and shock: "It's me..."

A voice slowly rose up, gradually merging with a majestic voice from Adir's body's memories.

"Your Highness Gruul?"

Listening to the voice and carefully comparing it with his own memories, Adir frowned and asked in return.

(End of this chapter)