Thief God Milton did have his fair share of strange experiences, so he wasn’t too worried to have encountered a spirit like this. As long as he was using his own spirit to assimilate this spirit, he believed that everything strange that just happened would just explain itself.
In terms of the ridiculously high concentration of the druid spirit, for instance, to his understanding, he never remembered any class holder who had stronger spirituality than the divine spirit. That being said, it was very weird that the spirit didn’t take any damage under the strikes of his golden spirit. He couldn’t assimilate it, much less take any control. The soul he was encountering was like a fort. His golden spirit could not attack from the outside and never go into the centremost part of the spirit.
Meanwhile, the druid spirit began its counterattack. First, a pure white light was emitted out of the hollow shadow of the crystal angelic statue. It was then transmitted from the inside through the holy hymn. There were not many hollow spirits inside the statue, but it did contain the spirits of nine mad knights and one legendary sacred knight, And Izual, the angel. As soon as the druid spirit was attacked, they all began enchanting and generated a giant, invisible hand that grabbed tightly onto Thief God Milton.
Thief God Milton was shocked, “What is this thing?”
He tried to break through the imprisonment of the crystal angelic statue, but the statue seemed to possess some power that was meant to target the soul. Some kind of power was making it very hard for him to resist. Now, Thief God Milton was not very knowledgeable about how druids, so he wasn’t even sure if he could do a good job trying to assess the situation.
Thief God Milton kind of understood something, however. If three-quarters of his soul were to be going into the hollow shadow, he would just lose permanent control over his own spirit. So he trusted his feelings and what the divine spirit was doing. He quickly began struggling as much as he could, but the struggling only traded for a temporary stalemate. His soul was still slowly moved towards the hollow shadow.
Meanwhile, Thief God Milton just noticed something that could be more terrifying than staying asleep. He just voluntarily sent three-quarters of his soul into Grandmaster Bennett, and it might turn out to be the worst decision he’s ever made. Grandmaster Benentt would just have no way of seizing full control if he hadn’t done this, but this bold move of his just put him in a danger that was more than just being put to permanently sleep. He might actually die if Abel found a way to seize control over the three quarters. So thief God Milton might just lose his existence once and for all.
“No!”
Thief God Milton howled in anguish. He made his last attempt by having his one-quarter reaching for his two other divine items. He knew how futile all this might be, but he didn’t want all his efforts over the last few thousand years gone like this.
Meanwhile, in a land somewhere else…
Rick was a very skilled assassin. He wasn’t famous in any way, but he did hold a very good reputation in his line of work. With a success rate of close to perfect, all the job offers he got were quite expensive.
A few days ago, Rick received a mission to go after the lord of a small city. It was the lord of a small city, but his good friend was a class holder that most assassins wouldn’t dare to target. What was important was to survive and kill the target. Killing the target wouldn’t mean anything if it meant wasting your life for the target. Rick was very blessed in this sense. He had a divine dagger on him that he got by accident. This dagger made his life very different from what it was like before he got it.
Anyways, Rick was spending a few days spying on the city lord. He noticed that the city lord had the habit of coming to a backyard every afternoon at the same time. The city lord enjoyed spending some time drinking red wine by himself. During this time, the class holder bodyguard, who was his friend, wouldn’t follow. Now, the other assassins knew this, but they couldn’t use this information, given how tight the security was around the backyard.
Rick was just standing amidst the backyard one day. The sun was shining on him, but he had no shadow. He was in camouflage mode, which was an ability granted by his divine dagger. The dagger was the reason why he had succeeded in so many silent kills before. Slow and carefully, he closed in on the city lord that was drinking his red wine. He was keeping his emotions and murderous intent down. He was like a puppet that couldn’t be detected.
Rick went to the back of the city lord. He was watching the city lord with his back towards him. He liked the feeling of having control over whether whatever important figure in front of him got to die or not.
“It’s over!”
He thought as he stabbed towards the city lord’s heart. He understood how sharp the dagger would be, so it wouldn’t matter if the city lord wore any armor. Actually, he might just go after class holders after this if he wasn’t afraid of any revenge.
While the dagger was stabbed towards the heart, Rick noticed that something was wrong. There was nothing in his hand. He was just standing behind the city lord with nothing in his hand. He couldn’t understand where his divine dagger went. The city lord, on the other hand, noticed him and screamed.
“Assassin!”
The city lord screamed and kicked Rick in the groins. Rick fell to the ground after letting out a terrible scream. The bodyguards rushed in quickly afterward. They got Rick in handcuffs so the city lord could decide whether to burn him alive or kill him by multiple blade slashes.
In another intermediate-sized city, Viscount Bethune was hosting his own banquet that would last from afternoon all the way till midnight. The family he was from was of nobleman status for the past few centuries. He was one of the wealthiest men in this city, actually. As the leader of his kin, he would enjoy the most lavish lifestyle daily. He liked having banquets, in particular. He liked the atmosphere and the noble-status women that would come to the banquet. These were the things he loved about his lifestyle choices.
Today, he was hosting another banquet under the name of welcoming his good friend. But, of course, most noblemen knew that he was in for something else. He was really into it, so he could pick whichever lady he was most interested in for this occasion.
The butler quietly said, “Time’s up, sir!”
Viscount Bethune quickly rushed towards the middle of the hallroom.
He held a glass of red wine in his hand, “Welcome, everyone, to the banquet today!”
All the guests started looking quite shocked when they saw him. Even his butler was looking different.
Viscount Bethune scolded his butler, “What’s wrong with you? Hey!”
Viscount Bethune noticed very quickly. His voice was much different from his usual self. It became a lot thinner. He was quite familiar with this, actually. This was his original voice, but the question was, why did he hear himself in his original voice? He touched his face with his hand. He could tell that the divine mask he was wearing was gone.
He was actually not Viscount Bethune. He killed the real Viscount Bethune. He used the divine mask to steal Viscount Bethune’s identity so he could enjoy his wealth for the next ten years. The divine mask could help him do that because it could change his face, presence, and voice to whoever he wished.
The butler was grabbing him by the collar, “Viscount Bethune! Where is he? Who are you?”
The imposter would be facing judgment from the royal courts very soon. His fate would be no different to Rick, the assassin that was just mentioned.
Back to Thief God Milton. He just retrieved his two divine items in exchange for his two followers. Two divine items appeared in front of his weakened divine body. He was grabbing onto the divine dagger, but he didn’t care for the divine mask. As it was quite difficult to move with just a quarter of his soul, he began stabbing towards the ancient steel wall surrounding him.
Still, the druid spirit decided not to give Thief God Milton any more chances during this time. The crystal angelic statue started becoming stronger, and three-quarters of Milton’s soul was dragged right into the hollow shadow of the crystal angelic statue. If the effect of the holy hymn outside the crystal angelic statue was “one,” then that one would be magnified to “ten” now that most of what Thief God Milton was inside the statue.
Three-quarters of Thief God Milton’s spirit quickly lost the ability to resist. The golden spirit became nothing more than a figure. The figure was quite hesitant, but it went ahead to lay flat on the ground. Meanwhile, at the same time, Abel was starting to feel that a powerful faith power was transferred out of the golden spirit. The faith power that was generated was pretty much identical to what Izual generated.
Just when Thief God Milton lost control over himself, a quarter of his remaining spirit just stopped. Having lost control of his three quarters meant that his remaining quarter would be sustaining a lot of damage. This would be fatal if he was a mortal. If he was a regular class holder, this would mean that he would have no way of making any progress. Since he was a divine spirit, this would mean that the damage was truly fatal.
Thief God Milton could not sustain a quarter of his spirit. Rather, it was being sucked from the three quarters that were inside the crystal angelic statue. If Milton was still conscious, he should resist in some sense, but he was already losing all abilities to make the right call. His spirit was so injured that he couldn’t do anything.
A quarter of his spirit was just sucked right into the angelic statue to merge with the three quarters that were already taken. Abel was quite shocked to see this as well. He just saw an entire golden divine spirit appearing inside his angelic statue. He thought about something else when he noticed this. If soul light was what appeared out of law-defying wizards when they were killed, what would appear when divine spirits were dead? If some kind of phenomenon was to take place, how was he going to explain it to anyone close to the golden castle when they saw it?
He wasn’t even sure what killed Thief God Milton, actually. He didn’t think that he would just be sucked into the crystal angelic statue. He thought that divine spirits were supposed to be immortal. The spirit was already sucked in, so the divine spirit should be dead permanently. Quickly, Abel focused his power of the Will onto the starlight defensive circle. He was shocked to see that Thief God Milton was not dead. Thief God Milton was standing still with his divine body. The body was not collapsing yet.
Abel didn’t go inside the starlight defensive circle. He wasn’t going to take the risk even if all of Thief God Milton’s spirit was sucked away. The body did make his eyes red, though. This was truly the body of a divine spirit in front of him. This would probably take more “longevity poton” than he knew to forge.
