Thump.
The Godfather spirit, his ghostly body, slowly fell to the ground.
And Ainsley could only see his body.
She didn't see the spear embedded into his waist.
She didn't see the whip strangling the neck.
She didn't see the bullet buried deep in his leg.
She didn't see the arrow piercing his chest.
She didn't even hear the voice of the trumpet that took the spirit's movement, rendering him freezing on the spot..
She didn't see the last bullet flying toward the Godfather's forehead as the spirit's body fell to the ground.
She saw nothing.
Nothing but a certain spy suddenly running toward the Godfather and…hugged him with his back facing the East Gate.
"GODFATHER– "
Martin used his body to block the Godfather's body from head to toe, leaving no room for a sudden attack.
And right at that moment, the sniper's bullet hit the back of Martin's head.
It happened so fast. Just a millisecond– no, maybe even quicker than that.
The bullet was just a hair away from the Godfather's forehead…yet Martin took the shot meant for the spirit.
SPLASH.
The transparent golden bullet splashed Martin's head and scattered into golden dots that no one could see.
No one except for the exorcists and the dumbfounded spirits around the battlefield.
The shamans were still attacking Ainsley. Yet the baby froze on the spot.
Her 'luck armour' was the sole reason she's not harmed at all…and her subordinates that tried hard to protect her.
Some of the shamans also went to target Martin, but Martin did nothing. He only pressed the ground with a certain spirit lying beneath him.
The spirit's breath was weak. His eyes were closed.
But Martin didn't move from that spot.
"God…father…" Tears trickled down Martin's cheeks as he looked at the guy's pale face.
He couldn't see all the weapons on the spirit's body, but could see the transparent blood dripping out of his chest.
Blood trickled down his leg.
His neck had transparent red and blue-ish marks.
His waist burst with blood.
His ghostly body was dyed in crimson red…
Blood. The thing he liked the most in this world.
At that moment, time seemed to stop for Martin, and for Ainsley.
Ainsley suddenly found herself ditching Ava and ran toward the body on the ground.
Her heart was thumping hard. Her ears buzzed non-stop. The noises from the battlefield became her backsound.
The dark night was still dark and the torches were the only light illuminating the surroundings.
Yet her eyes could still see the transparent body on the ground with Martin on top of him, becoming his shield.
Her eyes could still follow the motionless body…and her gaze captured the tears Martin shed.
Tak. Tak.
His tears dripped onto the spirit on the ground, yet it bypassed the body and directly touched the soil.
"G-Godfather. Godfather. T-the boss is coming soon. Y-you…you…"
Martin's voice was shaking. His ears were full of the noises over the Airpods, yet he heard nothing.
"ZIDAN! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
"FCK YOU TRAITOR WHY DID YOU BLOCK THE LAST BLOW??"
"Everyone retreat! All the exorcists leave! Mission is over!"
"Did the lunatic die?"
"I don't know, but he should be."
"The last shot is blocked by a human, though. It didn't touch the Godfather's head at all."
"No worries. That lunatic will surely die. He lost too much 'spirit blood' and his energy will leak out with the 'blood'. He will die."
"Roger. Let's go!"
"Tsk. Golden Scale, retreat! Leave that traitor alone. He's not one of us from now on!"
The buzzing and noises in Martin's ears kept going, but Martin couldn't hear anything…other than a certain baby's hoarse shout.
"GWODFATHEL!"
Ainsley ran to Martin's place and immediately hugged Martin's arm.
She didn't care that Martin was a spy, but all she knew was that…somehow, Martin did something…
And maybe that something closed the gate of death.
"GWODFATHEL! Martin! Y-you guys! This– "
The baby already choked on her tears as she looked at Martin's listless eyes and the Godfather's body on the ground.
The moment Ainsley saw the Godfather dripping transparent blood, somehow, in her eyes, his no-colour blood looked especially bright red…
It was crimson red.
"G-g-god-godfather– "
Ainsley kneeled on the ground, not caring if the shamans behind her tried to attack her.
Her knees scraped the rough soil, and the dirt stained her skirt. Yet none of them could take the baby's gaze away from the spirit's face.
"God…father…? You– "
Ainsley felt lightheaded.
The moment she saw the Godfather's pale face, his weak breathing, the various wounds on his body and the marks on his neck….
She felt like fainting.
Swoosh.
Ainsley wobbled, and her body fell to Martin's side.
"Boss!" Martin hurriedly caught Ainsley's body even when the shamans behind them just struck his back.
His back kept bleeding, and some of the attack even pierced his body, yet the young man kept Ainsley in his embrace as he shielded the Godfather on the ground.
"Boss! Boss!" Martin slapped Ainsley's cheek, trying to keep her awake and it did.
The baby instantly regained consciousness and her eyes reddened.
"Martin. Martin. I– I won't ask how you can see the Godfather. B-but…p-please…protect him. Protect him. G-get some spirits to move his body…"
Ainsley trembled from head to toe.
Tears already wet her cheeks and stained her clothes, but she gripped the spirit-trapping lamp in her hands.
Calm down. Calm down. You can do this.
Ainsley clutched her chest as she tried to remain calm and rational. She had to get some trusted spirits that could touch the Godfather to move his body.
Not Zev. He already fainted.
Someone…anyone!
Help the Godfather!
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