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"It's so pleasant. I haven't been this happy in a long time..." The deacon of the Ancient God Cult looked at his own decayed body. His soft skin and muscles kept trembling. Tumors burst on his body. He approached Arthur and Tinavia, who were completely suppressed, step by step, cautiously.

"If you really hit me, I can go to see the Lord in one go. It's really dangerous. Are you really first-year students?" The deacon of the Ancient God Cult gradually woke up from his daze. He looked at Arthur and Tinavia who were lying on the ground and looked them up and down with satisfaction.

At this moment, Arthur and Tinavia's vision was blocked, and their lower bodies seemed to be deprived of all feeling. Their bodies were suppressed by the "mouths" behind the deacons of the Ancient God Cult, and they were unable to get up. Those "mouths" bit their bodies dishonestly, and blood soon spread all over the dark grass.

"Now everything is over. I will dedicate your soul and body to the great Lord. Celebrate and be happy. When the time comes, I will embrace the Lord's arms with you!"

The deacon of the Ancient God Cult laughed loudly, raised his hands and hugged the sky, and shouted, "Great Lord, I will sacrifice these two people to you, please grant us eternal love..."

The deacon of the Ancient God Cult was immersed in the pleasure of impending victory, with a grim smile on his face. However, at the moment when he was excitedly shouting for sacrifice, a sudden punch came at him and hit him hard in the face. The force was so great that he instantly lost his balance, flew out, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Puff--" Dark and dirty blood spurted out of the mouth of the Ancient God Cult's deacon. He covered his face in pain, feeling as if it was burned by flames and twisted like a melted wax figure. A mixture of anger and shock surged in his heart.

"Who! Who is it!" He sat up trembling, his eyes full of disbelief, his gaze fixed on the figure walking out of the darkness.

The deacon of the Ancient God Cult looked at the figure in front of him with great astonishment. The young man whom he had always regarded as a vase, the guy who had always been ignored by him was actually still alive!

At this moment, Merlin was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, his skin was covered with bite marks, the bright red blood was intertwined with the dark dirt, and he looked extremely miserable.

However, despite this, Merlin exuded an incomparable holy light, as if he was a messenger walking out of the light and was constantly repairing his wounds. This power, like warm sunshine, dispelled the darkness around him.

"How could this happen..." The deacon of the Ancient God Cult couldn't understand. He was clearly in his own territory, so why was he still alive? After such a long time, the "mouth" should have eaten him up long ago.

Merlin's eyes were blurred, blood continued to seep out of his body, soaking his torn clothes, like a tragic painting. His consciousness became more and more hazy under the impact of pain, but the strong willpower in his heart continued to support him, allowing him to move closer to the deacon of the Ancient God Cult step by step.

"It hurts so much. I never thought being bitten would be so painful, but luckily I made it through..." Merlin wiped the blood off his face. Even though he knew he was about to collapse, he was unwilling to back down.

He slowly raised his hand, and the white stone in the palm of his hand was emitting a soft holy light. As time passed, the light gradually dimmed, but it still exuded a warm breath.

The deacon of the Ancient God Cult felt the same power in Merlin as in Arthur, which was the power of God. He looked at Merlin in disbelief. Could he also be a person favored by God? But how could this be possible?

Merlin himself was also gambling, betting that the stone that Jones gave him to save his life last time would be effective. This was also his last trump card. Fortunately, his bet was right. In his understanding, Jones must be a high-level magician beyond the fifth level, and the things he left behind should not be affected by the forbidden magic field. After all, Weber was a person who could chat and laugh with the vice-president, and the old man who could hang out with Weber was definitely a powerful old man.

However, there was only one magic left on this milky white stone, and that was the healing holy light. This magic had no destructive power or defensive means, but it had amazing recovery power.

After Tinavia lifts the field protecting Merlin, the "mouth" in the darkness attacks him and begins to eat away at his body.

It was not a pleasant feeling to watch his own flesh being torn apart and eaten piece by piece. The piercing pain almost made him collapse, but he bit his clothes tightly to prevent himself from screaming out. He did not want his screams of pain to disturb Tinavia and Arthur and distract them.

Although he activated the healing holy light in the milky white stone, the healing holy light could only heal his injuries. Although it could regenerate his flesh and blood, the pain still existed. Fortunately, he survived and even adapted to it.

Even now, those ferocious "mouths" around him were still gnawing at his body, and the tearing pain was like countless sharp blades moving through his flesh. Every bite was like carving a mark deep in his soul, but Merlin stubbornly endured the pain.

Under the gazes of Tinavia and Arthur, the "mouths" around Merlin were like hungry beasts, biting him madly. However, under the protection of the healing holy light, his wounds were healing at an alarming speed, and every inch of his skin was trying to resist the erosion of darkness.

As he approached step by step, a trace of fear flashed in the eyes of the Ancient God Cult deacon. The determination and courage that he had never seen before made him shudder.

"Merlin!" Stacy's voice was like a sharp sword, piercing Merlin's ears. Her tears blurred her vision, and endless worry and fear intertwined in her heart. She didn't want to see Merlin suffer greater harm. This consciousness even broke through Tinavia's possession, but Merlin's figure was like an unshakable mountain, still moving forward firmly.

"Don't come over here!" The Ancient God Cult deacon was filled with fear and frantically ordered the "Mouth" in the area to attack with all its might. His voice echoed in the air, but Merlin never stopped.

Merlin clenched his fists, blood dripped down his fingers, forming beautiful and sad flowers on the ground. His eyes were blurred by the blood, but the strong belief in his heart drove him to keep moving forward.

Although the pain in his body surged like a tide, he still told himself in his heart that it was not the time to fall down.