Chapter 26
"Herlo!" Noah softly chanted the name of the God of Strength, the spirit of strength that originated from the world manifested itself on his body, strengthening his body.
"Samira!" The wind once again blew past. Although this wind was fierce, it would only cause a person to fall over. The true threat was the things hidden within the wind, if one wasn't careful and got grazed by one of those things, it would leave a long scar on their body.
Bukittel didn't panic at all. When he fought without holding back, he was definitely one of the strongest combatants in this world. He had a total of five Blessings of God on him.
The Blessings promised in the name of Salvation could heal wounds and diseases.
The Blessings promised in the name of Protection could form a form of protection against harm.
The Blessings promised in the name of Truth could form a special field of vision, allowing one to observe things that humans couldn't.
The Blessings promised in the name of Justice could destroy the existence that one believed to be wrong.
The Blessings promised in the name of Life could grant the recipient a powerful physique.
It was because Bukittel had accepted the five Blessings of God as a human that he was able to become a top-notch warrior of Divine Grace within the Church of Divine Grace.
"My Lord has granted me the power of Justice. Young man, you are working for an Evil Spirit, that is unjust, and I shall destroy you!" Bukittel wielded his sword, which glowed with the light of faith, slashing through the wind to prevent the things hidden within the wind from getting close to him. The Blessings of Life had given him a powerful physique, allowing him to reach the alleyway where Noah was standing in the blink of an eye.
"Ste Milanro!" Noah didn't panic and skillfully chanted the name of God, summoning the spirit of the God of Wall. Something quickly gathered in the air and blocked Bukittel's sword.
Black liquid splattered everywhere as a wall of flesh manifested in front of Noah. This wall of flesh seemed to be made of black flesh. As it was stabbed by Bukittel's sword, black blood began to splatter everywhere, at the same time, it was wriggling like a living creature, trying to devour Bukittel's sword.
"Blasphemy!" Bukittel frowned, the longsword in his hand glowed brightly with a white light, and the entire wall of flesh immediately split into a puddle of black liquid.
The mark on his forehead shone brightly. Bukittel looked at the calm and collected Noah, and he could not help but praise this young boy. He was only about ten years old, but he was able to remain calm in the face of any situation.
Even the most outstanding young man in the Church of Divine Grace is nothing more than this. Bukittel sighed, but as an enemy, he definitely cannot let go of such a talent.
"You, the one who pursues evil will, I cannot extend my hand of salvation to you. I'm sorry!" Bukittel didn't say much. Instead, he thrust his sword towards Noah with the power of the Blessing of Justice.
"Where do you think you're fighting, Cleric?" Noah looked at the incoming sword without a hint of fear. If he were to really compete in strength, he would not be a match for Bukittel.
Even his ability as a Spirit Shaman was only half-baked. The powers of the Divine Names he currently knew were all things that he had slowly figured out on his own, so he was still far from being able to use them in battle. The only reason why he was able to display such power was because this place was the domain of that Lord.
The things that were hiding in the wind that could injure people were the germs that were spreading through the air. The reason why the Divine Names of the Shoots were able to germinate so quickly was also because the germs were providing a large amount of nutrients and energy.
"Negri!" This was different from the other God Names. This was the God Names that Noah had called out. This was the God Names that he had offered his forehead to. This was the God he had made a pact with. This was the God he had chosen to serve for the rest of his life.
The germs in the air began to quickly gather. With the help of Noah's Divine Names, the germs gathered together and formed a black mass of flesh. The black mass of flesh caught Bukittel's longsword.
The black mass of flesh wriggled and twisted before finally forming a humanoid shape. White mucus flowed out from the black mass of flesh, the mucus dried up and turned into a pale-white skin. Finally, a naked man appeared in front of Bukittel, his sword tightly gripped in the man's hand.
Noah took off his cloak, draped it over the man's shoulders, then respectfully retreated.
"Negri!!" Bukittel shouted, wanting to swing the sword in his hand, but it was caught by a powerful force and couldn't be pulled out.
As soon as he saw the man, an extremely ominous feeling directly struck his mind, giving off the impression that he was the Cauchy legend of Negri, the symbol of evil and misfortune.
"You can call me that, the missionary of the Church of Divine Grace" Wang Yuan didn't deny Bukittel's words. He was only a remnant soul without a true spirit, so he naturally didn't have a true name. Whether he was called Wang Yuan or Negri, it was the same.
"So this is the Grace of the Church of Divine Grace? It's really interesting! " Wang Yuan grabbed Bukittel's sword and sensed the unique power on it, his body a bit stiff as he walked forward.
This was a body formed from the fusion of germs, so it didn't have any bones, organs, blood vessels, etc. It only looked human, but in essence, it was still an amalgamation of germs that was controlled by Wang Yuan's germ manipulation ability.
"My Lord has promised me the power of Justice, I shall cut through the darkness!" Bukittel shouted in anger, fully focusing his mind and body on drawing upon the Grace of God. A blinding light shone from his sword, but the result caused Bukittel to feel despair.
His sword was still tightly gripped in Wang Yuan's hand, the power of the Grace couldn't harm Negri at all.
"How is that possible!?" Bukittel shouted in disbelief.
"There's nothing impossible about that" Wang Yuan smiled: "After I've seen through the power represented by your Grace of Justice, I no longer fear this power. As long as something exists, there will always be a weakness, and since I've seen through your weakness, you have no chance of winning"
"Weakness …" Bukittel seemed to have thought of something, the rune on his forehead glowed as he observed the sword in his hand. At some unknown point, the nature of the sword had changed.
"The Grace of Justice, in essence, is a power that rejects all, but this power is based on my faith, and my faith is to cut through anything with my sword"
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