20demayo Chapter 141 The Battle Deep Within the Soul
Chapter 141 The Battle Deep Within the Soul
Chapter 141 The Battle Deep Within the Soul
"You're getting more and more comfortable calling her 'Mother Goddess'," he joked Emlyn. Before Emlyn could erupt in a rage, Sirion turned to Father Utravsky and asked earnestly:
"Father, what do you need me to do?"
"Or rather, what kind of revelation did the 'Earth Mother Goddess' give you?"
Father Utravsky said calmly, "Kill me, or more accurately, kill another bloodthirsty, cruel, and evil version of myself."
"You... if you want to die, just use that giant sword to kill yourself." Emlyn curled his lip.
Father Utravsky ignored his words and instead took out a candle that was mostly burned.
The candle was wrapped in something resembling human skin, with several bumps protruding. The wick was short, and the entire candle was jet black with fine, black, scale-like patterns. "This is a sealed artifact I brought from Fenneport's headquarters. It's called the 'Heart Demon Candle.' It allows the holder to enter the deepest part of their mind, or rather, the deepest level of their dreams, and materialize the corresponding scene."
"That way, you can directly see my negative personality and then eliminate it through battle."
"In that special state, once he truly dies, he will never appear again."
"And this will allow me to achieve spiritual purification and get rid of my current troubles."
He paused briefly, turned to look at the emblem of life on the table behind him, and after a devout prayer, continued:
"The revelation given by the 'Mother Goddess' is a guide, not specific content. I only know that the hope for resolving this predicament lies with you, but as for what you will do, I do not know."
"As for the 'Inner Demon Candle,' it was a solution devised by the church's higher-ups after discussions during my time in Fenneport."
"You can choose this method, or you can use your own."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully, then chuckled softly:
"No wonder you helped me deal with the Steam Church's investigation back then. I thought you wanted to recruit me as a follower of 'Mother Earth'."
...In other words, "Earth Mother Goddess" Lilith noticed me a long time ago. I shouldn't have had any interaction with her; it was simply the power of a deity.
If that's the case, then how many of the Seven Gods have already noticed me...?
From now on, I must be careful to avoid churches dedicated to "Lord of Storms," "Eternal Sun," and "God of Knowledge and Wisdom." I've gotten too close to Adam, and to them, I've most likely already been categorized as Adam's ally.
Gathering his wandering thoughts, he nodded slightly to Utravsky and said:
"Let's go with the method you provided, but I need to make some preparations, and I also need to know your fighting habits and abilities."
"Although I have reached or even surpassed Sequence 6 on a spiritual level, I am not good at combat because of the Sequence pathway."
He paused, then turned to Emlyn: "I hope you won't take the 'Demon Candle' at a crucial moment to use it to break free from your own psychological suggestion."
"You are insulting the dignity of a noble vampire!"
Emlyn looked at him angrily, but a hint of guilt flashed in his bright red eyes.
Just now, for a fleeting moment, he did have that thought... but only for that one moment, and only for a brief instant.
He paused, then looked at the two of them seriously and said, "If you're worried, I can leave first. I've already spent enough time at the church today."
Father Utravsky gently shook his head at Sir Ryan: "No need, I trust him."
"Although he may not yet fully grasp the concept of 'life is precious, and a bountiful harvest is joyful,' I believe he would not do anything to harm innocent lives."
Emlyn muttered somewhat disgruntledly, "I never would have! I've always been a law-abiding citizen of Backlund!"
"You are the more despicable priest who restricts my personal freedom. No wonder you have never been able to obtain permission from Rune to preach."
"I really find it hard to equate vampires with law-abiding citizens," Cyril muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly.
Emlyn corrected him, his face darkening, "They're vampires!"
Cyril ignored him and turned to Father Utravsky, calmly saying:
"Father, please tell me about your fighting style and strengths."
Father Utravsky nodded slightly: "I am a 'Dawn Knight' of the 'Warrior' pathway, Sequence 6."
"He possesses extraordinary strength, physique, and agility, and is proficient in using all weapons, mastering most of the martial arts styles."
"In terms of extraordinary abilities, I can fill a fifty-meter radius with a clear and holy dawn light, which can dispel illusions, suppress and weaken evil spirits, and eliminate negative and evil energy."
"In addition, there are three powerful skills formed by a deeper application of the dawn: 'Dawn Armor,' 'Dawn Sword,' and 'Light Storm'..."
After a detailed explanation, Sirion used materials collected from the Harvest Church to make several spiritually rich pigments, and then painted a few pictures.
This knowledge comes partly from the incomplete "Otherworldly Traveler" power and partly from information he obtained from other dimensions.
Although he has not received any training in related skills, he feels that he is now a mature and experienced painter.
In addition, after seeing the phantom of the "Goddess of Fortune" last time, he gained a lot of knowledge about music and performance.
...I don't know if it's a coincidence, but I've really gone further and further down the path of art.
Gathering his scattered thoughts, he took a deep breath and stepped forward, holding the "Heart Demon Candle" that was burning quietly.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of seawater crashing against the rocks, the creaking of his feet on the old deck, smelled the salty sea breeze, and saw the thin mist that always surrounded him.
The next second, the fog that had been shrouding him slowly receded, and he could finally see his surroundings clearly.
This was a somewhat old sailboat. Some of the wooden planks on the deck, stained with dark blood, were rotten and warped. Fish were drying on the fishing nets hanging outside the hull. Barrels of cheap beer were piled up on the deck near the cabin. The sail on the mast was half-raised.
As he looked around, a loud whooshing sound suddenly rang out behind him, and he instinctively lunged forward a short distance.
Boom!
He heard the sound of wooden planks breaking and water splashing behind him.
It's a wooden barrel that contains beer!
In the instant he reacted, a two-handed greatsword covered in silver morning light slashed diagonally at him from the side.
The moment Pila was struck by the silver greatsword, his figure suddenly became illusory, turning into a life-size portrait, before being sliced in two by the silver greatsword.
This is just a figment of Cyril's imagination, conjured up by the picture frame!
This is the depths of the soul, the depths of dreams, the realm of idealism. As long as one's faith is firm enough, creating things out of thin air is not impossible.
The moment he entered the depths of this dream, he materialized his own picture frame through willpower and replaced his physical body with fantasy.
"After all, I've been following Adam for so long, so this mental realm can be considered my semi-home turf."
As he muttered to himself, Cyril's figure appeared on the ship's side not far away, smiling as he looked at Father Utravsky, who was taller, younger, wilder, and more dangerous, wielding a giant sword, in the center of the deck.
"It's hard to imagine how the people of the 'Mother Earth' church transformed a notorious, ruthless pirate into a priest who now respects and loves life."
"With this kind of method, it would be a real shame not to open a program for modifying inferior humans."
In the center of the deck, the younger, wilder version of Father Utravsky looked at him with cold eyes:
"Hmph... that cowardly helper I hired, are you trying to appease me with words, or are you trying to provoke me into a life-or-death battle?"
"You die, then I live," Sirion corrected with a light laugh.
"snort!"
The young and wild Father Utravsky snorted coldly, then made the silver dawn light shine on his two-handed greatsword again. He bent slightly and charged forward like a speeding steam train. Because of the speed, he left a gradually fading silver afterimage behind him.
With a crackling sound, Cyrien's figure once again turned into a flimsy painting, torn apart by the silver greatsword.
Snapped!
The crisp snap of the fingers brought blinding light and a howling wind.
At the same time, the deck beneath the young Father Utravsky's feet became smooth, as if it had been coated with grease.