Wizard Immortal

Chapter 631 The So-Called Son of Slaughter

"Orf, that name sounds familiar. He was the pope of the Church of Slaughter for three thousand years, who suddenly disappeared three thousand years ago and vanished among the nations."

Walking across the wilderness, looking at Adir beside him, Mar continued, "After he disappeared, the entire Church of Slaughter fell silent and slowly declined under the suppression of many churches, only to gradually become active again in the last ten years or so."

"Now it seems that he didn't disappear back then, but deliberately preserved the entire power of the Church of Slaughter, waiting for this opportunity."

"What does he want to do?"

Looking at Mar in front of him, Adir frowned and asked.

"Naturally, they want to revive that god of slaughter."

Looking at Adir, Mar smiled and said, "Orf was the former pope of the Church of Slaughter and the most devout believer of the God of Slaughter. He deliberately preserved the power of the entire Church of Slaughter to this day, naturally in order to ensure the revival of the God of Slaughter."

"That drop of blood of slaughter on the Lord's body is one of the means by which the God of Slaughter has been resurrected."

At this point, Mar's expression turned solemn: "The blood of slaughter carries the divine power of the god of slaughter. Once the host cannot resist the temptation, or if their own will is insufficient to resist the killing intent within, they will be transformed by the power of slaughter and become a child of slaughter."

"Son of Slaughter..." Upon hearing this, Adir frowned, as if a flash of inspiration had appeared in his mind, instantly reminding him of something.

"The so-called Sons of Slaughter are the chosen ones of the God of Slaughter..."

As they walked along the road, Mar continued, "Bearing the divinity of the God of Slaughter, these children of slaughter will gain an endless source of power to kill as long as they engage in slaughter, thus constantly growing stronger."

"The children of slaughter will wreak havoc among the nations, inevitably triggering massacres and causing the killing energy on the continent to boil. When all the children of slaughter have grown up, it will be time for the god of slaughter to be resurrected."

"Killing each other?" Adir raised his head, recalling past records of the Son of Slaughter, and asked in return.

"Yes." Mar sighed, then nodded. "Because of the shared divinity and divine power, the victor in the killing between the Sons of Slaughter will gain all the power and divinity of the loser. When all the blood of slaughter finally converges on the last Son of Slaughter, that will be the time when the God of Slaughter is resurrected."

"This was a trap from beginning to end. All the children of slaughter were victims, sacrifices offered for the ultimate resurrection of the god of slaughter."

She spoke softly, as if recalling some terrifying scene, and unconsciously raised her right hand to cover her chest: "The more bloodshed the Son of Slaughter causes in the world, the greater the power he gains, and the stronger the power will be after the God of Slaughter is resurrected."

"Orff sought out exceptionally talented geniuses from all over the world to serve as hosts, dispersing the Blood of Slaughter to spread it out, all so that the God of Slaughter could gain more power after his resurrection."

As she spoke, she paused, then looked up at Adir before her, and said with some relief, "Fortunately, although the Lord was infused with the blood of slaughter by Orf, he resisted its corruption through his own will and did not become a child of slaughter."

Looking at Adir, whose face was calm and handsome, and whose expression showed no trace of murderous intent, she couldn't help but sigh softly, her eyes filled with deep respect.

Very few people can resist the blood of slaughter and the erosion of a god's power with their own will. Even throughout the long history, there have been very few. Only those divine sons and daughters with divine blood can do it.

Adir is probably the first person to resist the corrosive effects of bloodshed with a purely mortal body.

"With such will and potential, even if one is not favored by fate, one is bound to rise in this era and achieve a brilliant future."

Looking at Adir, whose expression remained calm and composed, without the slightest emotion, she sighed inwardly, but a smile gradually appeared on her face.

In any case, the stronger the benefactor of fate she follows, the better it will be for her future.

The stronger Adir's willpower potential, the more she liked him.

"Son of Slaughter..."

Standing still, listening quietly to Mar's words, Adir muttered to himself, feeling a sense of crisis at that moment.

"Even if I didn't become a Child of Slaughter, I still carry the blood of slaughter in my veins, and I'm afraid I'll still be targeted by the other Children of Slaughter."

"That's probably true." Mar paused for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. "The merging of the blood of slaughter is irreversible. Under the influence of the will of the God of Slaughter, those children of slaughter will instinctively seek out other blood of slaughter and try to integrate it into their own bodies."

"My lord, you possess the blood of slaughter. Whether or not you become the son of slaughter, you are destined to be targeted by these people."

"I see." Adir nodded, then sighed, "It's really strange that others come to me when I don't go looking for them."

"Therefore, in order not to be killed by those sons of slaughter in the future, my lord must become stronger as soon as possible."

Mar raised his hands, took out a round, complex coin, and pondered, "With my abilities, I can easily find some hidden ruins nearby and obtain something from them. Then, with your talent, my lord, you will naturally become stronger quickly."

"Of course, the arrival of the Sons of Slaughter is a matter for the future. In the next few months, my lord, you need to worry about other things."

"Anything else?" Adir's eye twitched; this time, he was genuinely surprised.

"That bloodthirsty knight, an ambitious man who dreamt of becoming a god."

Under Adir's gaze, Mar slowly uttered a name: "Those demigods that the lord killed before were sent by that Bloodthirsty Sir."

"A demigod?" Adir paused, then realized, "The Bloodthirsty Sir, the one who killed my brother?"

"Our lord has been targeted."

Mar spoke quietly, seemingly sensing Adir's doubts, then paused before continuing, "The Bloodthirsty Knight possesses the resurrection ritual left behind by the Blood Moon Church, which is the key to the Blood Moon God's revival."

"In order to control the Blood Moon God and use his power to achieve his own ambitions, this bloodthirsty man wanted to collect the essence of blood from various powerful life forms to cultivate a body capable of bearing the descent of the Blood Moon God."

"The lord's elder brother died for this very reason."

She said quietly, "The transformation into a vampire is an extremely difficult thing. Every vampire is a precious resource. My lord's brother, however, was compatible with the power of vampires and was fortunate enough to be transformed into a vampire."

"A silver knight, or even a gold knight, possesses equally vigorous vitality and is a rare find for the Bloodthirsty Knight."

Adir listened quietly to Mar's words, remaining silent for a long time.

After a long while, he finally spoke, saying, "As a mortal, what makes him so confident that he can control a god?"

"Who knows?" Mar shook his head. "Perhaps he has some other tricks up his sleeve, or perhaps he has gone mad. Either way is possible."

(End of this chapter)