[Gold-tier curse: Instant Death]
[Effect: cast on the enemy, causing the enemy to die suddenly and unexpectedly.]
[Additional effects: Aura of bad luck (significantly reduces luck), Guaranteed Hit (the curse can’t be avoided).]
Watson opened his right hand. A ball of pitch-black fog floated in his right hand, constantly changing its shape. At times, it would transform into a grim reaper with a sickle and a cloak. At other times, it would transform into a demon with countless heads and hellish hellfire wrapped around its body as a terrifying roar was heard.
“The curse, which is a combination of many curses, contains a rule that changed from the Rule of Bloodshed to the Rule of Death. That rule is very powerful! Unfortunately, as a gold-tier curse, the total number of rules contained in it is still too little. It is not good enough for me to master.”
The Rule of Death sounded very powerful. If one were to master it, one might be able to control the life and death of all living things.
Watson had a better understanding of a priest’s role after fusing the curses on his body. He would consider a priest’s powers as stolen. In comparison to other roles, that one was considerably easier because no cultivation was required. All that was needed was a devout prayer to the gods and the use of one’s faith to exchange for the gods’ benefits.
How would one feel about that?
Just as Watson could generate the Blessings of the Gods and Demons that would allow one to advance to platinum-tier immediately, he would not distribute them readily to strangers. However, if someone provided enough money to stir his heart, he would also sell the Blessings of the Gods and Demons. Of course, he would charge differently depending on one’s attitude. He could freely provide gifts to those he favored, and he might demand tens of millions of gold coins from those he despised.
It was the same for the gods. Even if the priests they liked did not pray to them every day, they would still give them great power. As for the pious priests who prayed every day, they would get nothing from the gods if they could not satisfy them. It made it seemed as if the priests relied on nothing but luck, and the role seemed the easiest one out of the four roles. It was no wonder Denise said that priests were the main role in the kingdom when she explained the composition of the kingdom’s occupation to him.
However, there was one thing that he did not understand. The faith of those in silver-tier and lower should not matter to those powerful gods. Why would they also receive the gods’ blessings at all? The benefits they received were few and far between, and everyone who prayed to the gods would get a response. It was hard to imagine how busy the gods would be if they were to do that.
Were the gods very free and bored in heaven that they would do that as a form of entertainment?
Watson did not know. After all, most of the gods were at starlight-tier, and he was not even a diamond-tier now. It was too far-fetched to think about that.
“Kid, what did you do?”
Waldo stared at the constantly changing fog in Watson’s right hand. He was an experienced bishop, so he knew it was a curse, and it was at least gold-tier.
He had cast more than 50 curses on Watson, and he had used almost all the curses he had mastered. He thought that Watson would fall to the ground in pain and beg him for mercy, so he was shocked when that did not happen. Not only was there no pain, but he had also fused all the curses he had released, turning them into a new curse.
He had never heard of such a method, let alone seen it before.
“You’ll know it when you see it. I’ve fused all your curses into one! By the way, do you believe in the God of Light? It’s the Bleeding Curse, a method that can make one’s heart explode. I feel like the god you believed in is more like an evil god.”
Watson spoke with a calm expression after he snapped back to his senses.
He had a gold-tier curse in his hands, and he had also mastered more than 50 low-tier curses that were used to fuse that curse. He hoped that Waldo could master more curses. If he could fuse those curses into a platinum or diamond-tier one, he might be able to extract the complete rules.
“D*mn you, Brat! You dare to slander the great God of light, Lord Baldur! He will definitely punish you with a calamity.”
Waldo rebuked Watson angrily. Then, he turned around and knelt on both knees, opening his arms toward the ceiling of the church, and chanted, “Great God of Light, your humble servant is facing a powerful enemy. I am willing to offer more faith. Please grant me strength.”
Whoosh!
Then, a faint light appeared in the sky. The church’s ceiling was initially carved with a mural. The image depicted a man with many light wheels on his back descending from the sky as he extended his right hand to a praying person on the ground.
The mural’s meaning coincided with Waldo’s actions at that moment. Following the light that appeared in the sky, the mural seemed to have come alive at that very moment. The man descended from the sky had a divine glow on his body. Faint golden feathers floated downward, and the face of the man kneeling on the ground and praying had also changed into Waldo’s appearance.
“All who desire power must pay the price. Stray Lamb, what price are you prepared to pay for your power?”
Along with the light, the mural emitted a weak but majestic voice. Waldo appeared to be conversing with the gods. Watson was taken aback when he saw that image. He sensed that the heavenly light in the mural came from a projection of some mythical creature in the sky far above the kingdom.
Could priests really communicate with the gods?
Watson was interested in that. If he could learn the priests’ prayers, he might also be able to communicate with those powerful creatures.
“Great God of Light, I am willing to offer my hands and feet to you—”
Then, Waldo hesitated for a moment before he continued to say, “I have not cut my nails for more than half a month. I wonder if that level of service will satisfy you?”
The voice in the sky fell into silence.
“If you are not satisfied, I am willing to offer my hair. My hair is now longer because I haven’t cut it for a month! My wish is very simple. I only need an invincible divine sword or divine punishment to kill the youth in front of me.”
Swoosh!
The light in the sky immediately vanished as if it had never appeared. The distorted murals had also been restored to their original state.
“Great God of Light, Lord Baldur, why did you leave?” Waldo looked at the sky with regret. He stood up slowly from the ground, swept the dust on his knees, and looked at Watson. “Kid, consider yourself lucky. The God of Light, Lord Baldur, was too benevolent to agree to my request. Otherwise, you would be a dead man by now.”
Watson was speechless, but the corners of his mouth twitched.
Waldo had wanted to offer his hands and feet in exchange for strength. In the end, he hesitated and offered his nails instead. Finally, he even offered his hair. The God of Light must have been unwilling. He must have been upset when his believer offered trash in exchange for an invincible divine sword. The God of Light was not angry; he did not even punish Waldo.
Watson was very suspicious of how Waldo had obtained the gods’ favor and his position as the bishop.
“Kid, don’t be so arrogant. The God of Light is the main god that the Holy See worshipped. Other than the God of Light, we also worship six other gods. Since the God of Light has not responded to my expectations, I can still pray for blessings from the other gods,” Waldo said harshly to Watson before he turned around and knelt toward the sky. Just as he was about to start praying again, Watson covered his face. He could no longer bear to look at the man.
“What’s going on? Why is it so noisy inside the church? And Waldo, why are you kneeling on the ground?”
Right at that moment, a majestic voice came from outside the church. A man and a woman had appeared at the entrance.
