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Chapter 822 Incarnation of a Sacred Relic
Legend has it that the faces of the gods are carved into the Ngranik Mountains on the island of Oriba.

If you happen to have been to Oriba Island and seen those otherworldly faces on the cliffs, and then happen to see the figure bathed in soft light above the sea, you will immediately recognize the bloodline between the two.

...

This method of manifestation is actually a traditional technique of the Auriba pantheon.

In this ancient and isolated sea where the people generally hold a primitive worship of blood, most of the time the rulers do not need to bestow any real blessings upon the people. They only need to show their majestic figures there to capture the worship and faith of these ignorant people.

They do not need to save people from calamities, nor do they need to fight to the death with beings from other dimensions for the sake of a nation, like the pantheon of the Golden Law.

There are many foolish believers in the southern region who often perform miracles; all they need to do is "perform."

...

But in reality, everyone knew what kind of people lived on Oriba Island. Milo had already seen the so-called true descendants of the gods back in Muta. They were a group that could be strictly understood as deformed children, or even hybrids. Most importantly, apart from having the so-called blood of the gods flowing in their veins, they did not inherit any power related to the gods.

Despite the self-comforting notion in ancient legends that the power of the gods lies dormant within the bloodline, waiting only for the right opportunity to arise.

In reality, the creatures living on Oriba Island are just ordinary, weak beings like mortals.

Regardless of how many pairs of eyes or nostrils they have, they are essentially still lowly beings.

Their fate was sealed from the very beginning.

Overcome all obstacles to become the new generation of Vovardows, or live a mediocre life confined to a deserted island in the South.

...

Within the entire belief system centered on Oriba Island, the descendants of the gods are the weakest, yet hold the highest status. They possess almost no combat power; even the Nuo dance performed during funeral rites in Muta is enough to exhaust their strength.

The truly formidable fighters are the bloodline believers who serve the descendants of the gods. Among them are some powerful psychics, but their abilities are limited to the realm of psychics.

In the entire Bloodborne belief system, those who can cross the threshold to enter the higher levels are definitely not these believers, but those who had the opportunity to become Vovados but ultimately failed. Some of them did not even succeed in being born.

For example, the guy Milo encountered in the Zar Islands was an avatar sealed within the relic ring.

The Islian chronicles' assessment of those beings who were neither dead nor alive is—

"The inferior products of the cycle of reincarnation, obsessed with achieving the godhood of the Watchers, ultimately become tools for searching for the chosen ones, only to wake up on the day they truly feel the pain... or perhaps not."

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Bloodborne followers certainly have no right to block the path of the snake ship.

Those golden figures hanging in mid-air are the "rejected" items sealed within the sacred relics. They have various unconventional names: incarnations of sacred relics, divine messengers, pioneers...

In the Southern Territory, they were the strongest fighting force below the gods.

"really?"

Yan had witnessed the scene of that "divine messenger" running away crying last time.

To him, these guys shimmering with golden light were no different from the bratty kids at the village entrance who strutted around with a stick.

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"do not know."

Milo shook his head.

...

Soon, the incarnations of the sacred objects in the air questioned the snake ship.

It wasn't really a questioning; at least, there wasn't any obvious emotional expression in the tone.

"Humans from afar, you are rootless souls. Without the protection of the heavens, you will not live long in this treacherous sea."

"The serpents of the sea and the poisonous insects of the mountains will corrupt your minds and devour your bodies."

"Holy bloodline beings, descendants of the gods, have forgiven you for disrupting the order of the Southern Realm. The three malevolent deities from the outer realms have been defeated by our joint efforts."

"Return to the great Oriba pantheon."

"This is the only way for you to absolve yourselves of your sins."

"The benevolent gods will help your city shake off the gloom, return to the embrace of supreme light, and rejoin the warm world."

"What are you waiting for, you poor lost soul?"

……

These words were spoken slowly in the ancient language of the descendants of the gods of Oriba Island.

The sound was grand and melodious, like the tolling of an ancient bell, lingering in the sky for a long time without dissipating, and it carried almost no hostility.

Ripples spread across the sea surface centered on their projections.

The content of the words was also quite concise, much more accessible than many of the riddlers' sayings that Milo had encountered.

Even Yan could understand it.

"Wait, do they mean that they helped us drive away those three old hags?" Yan grinned broadly.

Listening to the nonsense spoken by the incarnations of the relics, it seemed to make sense. They took full responsibility for Emma and the others' bloody defeat of the Three Ladies of Sorrow, and used this as a reason to "persuade" Milo and the others to lead Nanwei City to submit to the rule of Oriba Island.

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Under the traditional order, any civilization without faith would likely have had a similar experience.

A self-proclaimed deity descends from heaven, earnestly persuading "foolish people" to join their ranks of believers.

For this reason, they are willing to slap a label of original sin on you.

Anyway, I don't care who you are or where you come from. If you don't come and offer your faith, you're guilty, but I can forgive you. Yes, that's what I mean.

……

“I’ve discovered something,” Milo said calmly, sitting on the edge of the fence.

"What is it?" Yan asked.

“Exactly, haven’t you noticed that you’ve become much more resilient than before?” Milo said. “In the past, you might have already made a move or run away.”

"How could such a discovery suddenly come about?" Yan crossed his arms and glanced to the other side, where Xiao Yan was aiming at the distant incarnation of the sacred object through long binoculars.

He said, "Is it because of her?"

“And that one up there.” Milo pointed to the sky directly above.

At the lookout point atop the mast, Rebecca's boot rested on the edge of the railing as she set up her Whitworth rifle, its red-hot barrel already aimed at the head of one of the relic incarnations in the distance.

This scene was almost identical to when she was just an ordinary spirit messenger, aiming her gun at the Great Old One Dagon.

The only difference is that her red hair is much longer now.

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The power level of the incarnations of the relics is roughly equivalent to that of ordinary Old Ones, or even weaker than those like Upper Imnar. The weakness here refers to their immature and underdeveloped minds. Some of their physical forms are stillborn children, while others are simply stillborn.

Just look at the avatar who was beaten to tears in the Zhar settlement before, and you'll know that these guys are terribly mentally deficient. Their arrogant and compassionate appearance is just an act.

On the other hand...

These guys aren't very good at fighting.

They may not even have the concept of fighting or combat in their minds.

Otherwise, how could he possess the strength of the old days yet be completely unaware of the auras of the superiors on the snake ship, and even be oblivious to the gun barrels pressed against his head?

They truly had absolutely no sense of crisis.

...

……

"What are you hesitating for? Poor humans."

“If you return to Oriba with us, you will all enjoy the honor of being chosen by God and receive the favor of the will of the gods. This is an unparalleled glory and an opportunity that you will hardly encounter again in thousands of lifetimes.”

“We know that you are the masters of that city of creation. Lay down your guard and your foolish obsessions, command the city gates to open, and bring those pitiful and lost souls into the embrace of God.”

"The impending evil catastrophe is something you can never resist by your own strength. If you remain stubborn, we will have to knock on the city gates ourselves, but that will... result in widespread suffering."

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Bang!
The incarnations of the sacred objects still hung high in the sky, trying to persuade Milo and the others to convert to the embrace of the Auriba pantheon.

But Rebecca wouldn't tolerate them.

Especially when she caught a hint of threat in the other person's words, she pulled the trigger immediately.

...

The clouds high in the sky, and even the streaks of light, looked as if they had been slashed hard with a knife.

The sky seemed to be torn in two by the trajectory of the bullets.

The sharp gunshot rang out in an instant.

One of the many holy incarnations in the distance instantly lost its soft, holy luster, became dim, and even fell directly from the sky into the sea!
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"Good marksmanship!"

Yan Gui yelled, turned around, ran a few steps on the deck, spread out the black mist that gathered into Night Demon Wings, and flew away from the snake ship.

Milo thought he was about to get started.

As a result, the Night Demon that flew out did not head in the direction where the incarnations of the sacred objects were located.

This guy must have come up with some crazy idea again; in any case, his figure quickly disappeared into the clouds.

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"What are you doing!"

In the distance, the incarnations of the sacred objects stood frozen for a full ten seconds before letting out screams and questions.

The unfortunate soul who was shot had already fallen into the sea. The spiritual matter and power that He gathered in His incarnation dissipated wildly below the surface of the sea, like ink dropped into clear water.

Yet none of the incarnations chose to lend a helping hand.

There were five incarnations of the sacred objects, and apart from the one that fell into the sea, the others were all terrified.

Yes, they were truly bewildered.

After all, I've never seen anything like this before.
What weapon is that?
Did they just knock my brother out with a bang?
Should I run away or what should I say?
Should I be angry?

...

These guys are not only immature, some of them are born idiots.

But Milo won't give them time to react.

As the incarnation of the sacred object cried out, "What are you doing?", the shadows wreathed in black flames had already appeared behind them.

(End of this chapter)