Chapter 129 The First Person to Leave

"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor."

Holding the black and white lance in his hand, the one-eyed god swung the spear of cause and effect with an aim that was sure to hit the target.

The door opened the inevitable passage.

"Ga, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-one." Crow Amon talked about Fors's battle record.

Across the door, Fors's weapon nailed a "vegetative person" to the ground. The charred flames burned, and in just the blink of an eye, the vegetative person was burned to ashes by the black blade.

"next."

"Why don't you take a rest?" Amon kindly suggested, "Your physical condition is very bad."

"No, I must clean out the followers of the Immortal God Sect."

After witnessing the sect's disastrous spread, Fors no longer had any intention of sitting back and waiting.

Fors had always believed that the Cult of the Immortal God was a force that could be temporarily dealt with after dealing with the evil side of Tingen City in Lanevus.

However, after witnessing the spread of the virus from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, like the spread of plant pollen spores, she made a decision.

"The next location is here..."

Amon followed the crow's identity and reported the coordinates to Fors, who was holding a lance as if he was cosplaying Odin.

"But he didn't completely..."

"It has been infected and must be cleared." Fors's right eye emitted a strange scarlet light.

"You know, if you join the Cult of the God of Immortality, you will be eroded by that power and have no chance of survival."

"Not necessarily. The stigmata can save us..."

"Too slow." Fors looked at the back of her right hand, her tone calm and steady.

"The speed of purification of the stigmata holders cannot be compared with the spread of the Immortal Sect."

"You look like a villain." Crow Amon complained.

——A danger was discovered, which might endanger Tingen City or even spread to other cities, so they decided to kill them all and issue a demon-killing order.

This seems like something a qualified villain would do.

"What a mediocre person." Fors didn't care about Amon's complaints.

Compared to leaving it to the so-called stigmata to save them, it is safer to kill them all cleanly and swiftly.

“This is it. This is where it all started.”

Following the crow's vision, the door opened.

At this moment, Fors saw someone who surprised her.

"stop…"

One meter five tall, familiar figure from behind.

Without further ado, Fors knew that she was Xio.

"Gah, interesting encounter."

"Long time no see." Xio turned his head and looked at Fors who was watching him through the door behind him.

Taking a step forward, Fors looked at Xio in front of him.

"Who is she?" the black-robed man next to Xio asked doubtfully.

"My loved ones." Xio raised the corners of his mouth and put his hands behind his back.

Fors glanced over, focusing on Xio's right eye.

The monocle worn on his right eye indicates that Hugh has received help from Amon.

"Amon..."

"Gah, I don't know what the rest of me thinks."

Crow Amon landed on Fors's shoulder and explained casually.

Xio also explained the reason at this time.

"I met Medea, and..."

"My Lord is the God of Immortality!" Beside Xio, the man in black robe raised his hands enthusiastically.

His eyes were red, and the branches and leaves under his robe made a rustling sound.

"Quiet."

"Yes, messenger of God!" The man in black stood respectfully beside Xiou, taking off his head and upper body to show Xiou's height.

Xio, who was not surprised by this, coughed lightly, and then continued: "Due to some opportunities, I have now become the Patriarch of the Immortal God Sect."

"As for him, then..."

"I am a believer in the God of Immortality."

"Quiet." "Yes." The man in black took out his intestines and stuffed them into his mouth.

Fors suppressed the urge to fire a lance at the man in black and continued chatting with Xio.

"You should know..."

"Yes, about the Stigmata War, about your sequence problem, about..." Xio looked up at the sky.

It seemed that above the sky of Tingen City, there were gods watching them one after another.

"I understand." A black and white patterned lance appeared in Fors's hand.

Then she pointed the tip of her lance at the ground in front of Hugh.

"Fors, you should still choose this." Xio sighed.

She was not surprised by the choice Fors made.

If he were to put himself in her position, Xio would surely make the same choice, participate in the Stigmata War, and then send Fors out of Tingen City.

If she doesn't want to, break her legs!

"Sorry, I had no choice."

"I know that the Stigmata War is like him. Once you participate in it, you can't leave. This is the stage of God, and we are just ants on the chessboard."

"so……"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Happy? Joyful? Or...sad?

Even Amon at the scene couldn't explain what this emotion was.

"Holy Lance! Draw Anchor!"

The glory of the ancestors stood behind her. Although Fors did not have the blood of this family, she had the same extraordinary inheritance and the corresponding mystical meaning that she was infected with. At this moment, she became the carrier of Mr. Men's power.

The power of the Angel King of Kings, plus the reflection that appears in the right eye, and the ritual magic of the occult, this is - the gun of cause and effect.

"Immortality is what all living beings seek!"

Shouting incoherent gibberish, the man in black next to Xio lifted up his black robe.

The next moment, his limbs bounced off like bullets, and after falling to the ground, countless vines grew out of them.

Hanging from the golden branches are plump and rich fruits. These fruits crack open, revealing eyes of different shapes inside.

Blossoming flowers appear on the cracked and deformed head, vividly showing what "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head" means.

As for Wu Qi Converging to Origin, judging from his current style, he seems to be competing with Mushroom God Frank, probably performing Cthulhu Xingyiquan.

The vines that looked like arms opened their eyes, and their tentacles and branches mixed together to block the lances.

The huge shock wave created a waterfall of golden pollen.

"Gah."

Amon, the crow wearing a monocle, pushed his eye open, and the next moment, the pollen waterfall was "stolen".

"My god is immortal, I...Puff!"

The deformed head coughed up blood made of small insects. Under the squirming meat paste, he turned his head with a confused expression and looked at the person who attacked him.

"She is my relative." Xio waved his hand and took out a ball of "fruit" from his palm.

"Kneel down."

"Patriarch!" The deformed head looked at Xiu fanatically, then bent down and knelt down towards her.

The man in black who believed in the God of Immortality did not know why Xio took action, but since she was the patriarch and the messenger of God, he should follow her orders.

Xio shook off the squirming juice and threw the fruit to Fors.

"Give."

"This is... a stigmata."

Fors looked at the "fruit" in his hand with a little surprise, and his eyes changed several times.

"Yes, the stigmata."

"You'll need it to participate in the Stigmata War."

"So, Hugh..."

Xio smiled at Fors. "You are the participant in the Stigmata War. I will help you win."

Fors clenched her fingers, and under Xio's gaze, she merged the fruit-shaped holy mark with the holy mark on the back of her hand...

"How do you like this ending?" Amon pushed his monocle and looked at Medea sitting on the black iron throne.

Medea waved her hand and said casually, "Whatever."

(End of this chapter)