May the Lord Be with You

"Boom!"

In an instant, flames and shockwaves filled the entire house. All the windows shattered under the intense impact, and the shockwaves and air currents sprayed out of the windows, along with fragments of bricks, glass, and window frames, scattering them into the Garden and onto the street.

The house was filled with thick smoke and completely destroyed by the explosion.

The impact and flames engulfed and swarmed Luther at close range, causing him to lose Consciousness for a period of time.

His clothes were tattered beyond recognition, his entire body was burned, the bones in his arms and thighs were broken from the impact, and his internal organs were a jumbled mess. But even as he lost consciousness, the Flesh at his wounds began to wriggle and heal. After about ten seconds, he regained consciousness.

As he regained Consciousness, Luther convulsed violently, as his entire body was sending pain signals to his chaotic brain. Every nerve was filled with intense vibrations, sending a surge of intense stimulation down his spine into his Mental World.

"Click, click..."

Luther convulsed and struggled on the ground. His vocal cords had not yet recovered, and he could only let out hoarse cries of pain.

That's gone too far!

It hurts so much!

It hurts so much!

No, I don't know how Ms. M is doing yet, I have to get up quickly...

Thinking of this, Luther focused his Consciousness on his wounds and tried his best to heal them. Finally, after about ten seconds, he managed to heal the most serious injuries, and then knelt up with his burned, red skin. He felt much better in his lungs; the explosion seemed to have blown away all the disease and toxins in the house.

He scanned the room with his remaining eyeball, then couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.

"Ha ha."

The laughter was weak and feeble, yet it carried a powerful mix of hatred and exhilaration.

Because Luther saw that Ms. M, who had once been so arrogant and caused him countless troubles, was standing on the floor in the center of the room, looking extremely miserable. Her white robe was already tattered, her body was covered in wounds, and half of her delicate face was burned away by flames, revealing a cruel beauty.

"Luther Rondal."

She looked at Luther and murmured. Although her face was severely injured, her golden eyes still shone with a fierce light.

"Haha... I'm here, I'm here."

Luther regained some strength and stood up, leaning against the wall, saying, "You're really resilient; you're still alive even after all this."

Ms. M's body was already on the verge of collapse, but after so many methods from Luther, she managed to barely maintain her physical integrity.

"Please, give me your body."

She reached out her hand to Luther, the Rose Ring on her finger as red as fresh blood.

"The Creator of everything..."

The broken magic circle beneath her began to glow again, and Ms. M softly chanted the Honorific Name of the True Creator. An invisible force gathered in the air, and the light in her eyes shone even brighter.

"No!"

Luther shouted, his movements a bit too abrupt, and he accidentally fell to the ground again. The Revolver in the holster fell to the ground due to the explosion, and he picked it up and pulled the trigger at Ms. M, firing the last bullet.

"Bang!"

The Degenerate Nature of all Living Things...

The bullet pierced Ms. M's chest. She paused for a moment, then continued reciting her prayer as she walked towards him.

+!

The Clockwork Clown's time limit had long expired, and it was unknown where it had been thrown during the impact. Luther struggled to his feet, picked up the silver dagger from the ground, only to see Ms. M make a gun gesture with her finger, and fire Air Pistol at his arm, breaking his right hand again, and the Silver Dagger fell to the ground.

He endured the pain, bent down, and picked up the Silver Dagger with his remaining left hand. But by the time he finished, Ms. M was already upon him. "Praise be to you, my Lord."

A familiar, sweet fragrance mingled with a burnt smell reached Luther's nose. Ms. M spoke gently, extending her hand to him.

"Puff!"

Just then, a gleaming blade suddenly emerged from her chest.

A figure slowly appeared behind her, with black hair, blue eyes, and an angry expression. It was Cecilia, who had finally arrived at the scene!

"Call!"

Black flames erupted from the tip of the blade, scorching Ms. M's body. She shuddered, but did not stop chanting. Instead, she swung her arm, easily sending Cecilia flying. Cecilia's body crashed into the wall and did not get up.

"Cecilia!"

Luther called out anxiously. Before he could finish speaking, he saw Ms. M approaching, so he rolled on the ground and knelt down behind her, grabbing the dagger that Cecilia had dropped.

"The Lord's will will be done on earth as it is in his Divine Kingdom."

He heard Ms. M reciting some familiar phrases.

Isn't this something from that Holy Bible book?

In that critical moment, Luther didn't have time to consider Ms. M's purpose in saying all this. It had nothing to do with the prayers required for the Ritual; he simply assumed she had gone mad. He had barely picked up the Beyonder Item dagger when Ms. M turned to face him.

"Die!"

Luther gritted his teeth, gripped the dagger imbued with the Demoness's Characteristic, and plunged it viciously into Ms. M's stomach. An extremely cold aura emanated from his hand, and Ms. M's wound was covered by a dark blue ice, extinguishing her life force.

"Puff!"

Blood gushed from Ms. M's mouth, yet she did not stop. She gently embraced Luther's neck, gazing directly at him with her golden eyes, "The Lord bestows truth upon us, leaving Filth to himself, through mercy and grace, accomplishing the sacrifice of Degeneration."

A warm, sweet fragrance enveloped him; even after being hurt to this extent, her body remained soft, its touch evoking fantasies. "Get away!"

For some reason, seeing Ms. M offering no resistance, Luther suddenly felt a strong sense of unease. He pushed Ms. M away violently.

The woman's arm caused her to fall backward onto the floor.

Ms. M could no longer get up, but her eyes remained fixed on Luther's, as if she wanted to imprint her existence deeply into Luther's mind.

The light in her eyes shone even brighter.

"We will faithfully carry out your will, and cleanse our sins with the precious blood of the Lamb."

The sound of Ms. M's prayers echoed in Luther's mind, layer upon layer, never ceasing, making him feel uneasy, as if something unknown deep within his Consciousness was being changed.

Stop reading!

Stop reading!

Your plan has failed, your life is about to end, so struggle even more uglyly!

A strong sense of unease welled up in Luther's heart. He straddled Ms. M with a fierce expression, gripped the dagger with both hands, and raised it high.

She's just a Lunatic person with a broken brain; killing her will solve everything!

"Stop being so extravagant, your Lord won't hear you."

He roared and plunged the dagger down with all his might!

"Puff!"

Black flames erupted from the dagger, easily severing Ms. M's ribs before piercing her heart and burning it to ashes. "May the Lord always be with you."

Ms. M did not struggle; with her last bit of strength, she spoke gently to Luther.

A few seconds later, the light in her golden eyes gradually faded, and she lost all vitality.

She died.

"Huff, huff..."

Luther's hand holding the dagger trembled, and he gasped for breath, his mind filled with an inescapable sense of absurdity.

He just died like that?

But why does it always feel like it's not over yet?

He breathed heavily in silence, gathering his strength, and after a few seconds, he climbed off the corpse and stumbled towards his sister.

"Cecilia!"

He helped his sister up, checked her over, and confirmed that she had only temporarily fainted, which Tranquility him considerably.

"I'm sorry, Luther, I wasn't of much help..."

Cecilia's first words upon waking were an apology.

"Stop talking about that! Get up now, we need to get out of here immediately!"

Luther said.

The gas explosion was too loud; the police would be here soon, and in a little while, the Nighthawks or other official extraordinary beings would arrive. They had to leave before then!

Next, we need to quickly clear the scene and then find a hidden escape route.

Luther was thinking about his next move when suddenly, as if sensing something, he abruptly looked up.

On the street outside, several men in black coats had rushed over. When they saw that it was him inside, they were all extremely surprised.

When Dunn Smith, who was leading the group, looked at Luther, his iron-gray eyes revealed a deep complexity and regret.