Call out His honorific name!

"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."

Neil Sharp quickly regained his composure and said to the little boy, "Just a moment, it'll be over soon."

Oh dear, Goddess, please forgive my slowness...

Faced with numb and fearful expressions, he was filled with regret, regretting why he had contacted General Sanchez.

Neil had only intended to borrow some manpower to maintain Order. However, he never expected that Sanchez, in an attempt to curry favor with him, would have soldiers forcibly drive a large group of civilians to the scene—a move completely contrary to his missionary ideals!

Calm down... We can think about how to adjust our missionary methods later. Right now, the most important thing is to at least get the event over with smoothly... He said to himself, then gestured for the little boy to sit down and said in as calm a tone as possible:

"One more question, and today's presentation will be over... Is there anyone else who would like to ask a question?"

"Me, me, me! Over here, over here!"

Among the crowd, a young man raised his hand high, appearing very enthusiastic.

Neil looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man with black hair and black eyes, whose features were soft and ordinary, yet different from those of people from the Southern Continent. To his surprise, he found his friend Alfred Hall standing next to the young man.

Is that Alfred's friend?

Neil Sharp thought to himself. Because of the awkward situation earlier, no one in the Square was willing to raise their hands, so he Consciousness nodded to the other person and said, "Alright, sir, please ask your question."

Just then, Neil suddenly noticed that Alfred next to him was waving his hand frantically at him, looking anxious.

What does this mean...? Can't this person ask a question...?

He had barely realized what was happening when it was too late. The dark-haired young man had already stood up and loudly addressed everyone in the Square:

"Gentlemen, what's the point of believing in the Evernight Goddess? At most, it'll just let you indulge in a beautiful but illusory dream. If you truly want salvation... have you ever heard of the 'God of Blood and Shadows'?"

Ah?!

Neil Sharp stared in astonishment, and the Square erupted in an uproar.

What kind of Lunatic is this, promoting the belief in an evil god in such a setting?!

No, no, no, if they're already promoting evil gods, it would be normal for them to be Lunatic!

"Stop!"

Alfred's eyes narrowed, and he snapped, "I order you to stop talking!"

A terrifying aura emanated from him like a tidal wave. Centered on him, a large group of people trembled with fear, yet dared not utter a sound. The power of the "Arbiter" Pathway!

Alfred's mere intimidating aura was enough to subdue the crowd in fear. However, his true target seemed completely unfazed. The young man, as if unaffected by any pressure, continued to smile broadly and loudly proclaim to the crowd:

"Some people ask, who is this Blood God, and what can He do? That's a good question! The so-called Blood God is the Light of the Desperate, the Redemption of the Fallen, and the beacon of revenge... He always stands on the side of all the oppressed!"

"Stop listening to the doctrines the Loen are trying to indoctrinate you with! They just want to keep you as slaves forever!"

Damn it! Why is the "Arbiter's" authority ineffective against him?

We have to take action!

Everyone, get out of here!

Alfred shouted, calling to Sanchez's soldiers in the distance, "And you, come and grab this guy!"

After saying this, he tensed all his muscles, twisted his body, and concentrated all his strength in his elbow, striking the man who was still preaching incessantly.

"Snap!"

A crisp sound and the shattering sensation immediately followed. Alfred's blow had broken the young man's ribs, causing a large indentation in his side. Even just looking at it was enough to feel the terrifying pain!

"..." The black-haired young man looked down at the wound, then smiled at him.

As if completely unconcerned, he turned his head and continued shouting:

"Honestly enduring life's hardships will only bring double the suffering. The reason you're struggling is because someone is riding roughshod over you..."

"Puff!"

As he cried out, bright red blood gushed rapidly from the wound on his side, a shocking sight, but he himself remained oblivious.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Mother!"

"Run!"

The Square quickly descended into chaos; screams and cries erupted as people scattered and fled. Sanchez's soldiers were pushed along by the throng and couldn't get close at all.

The chaotic crowd pushed Alfred aside, gradually increasing the distance between him and the black-haired young man. Because there were so many people, he was worried that using his ability to move them away would cause a stampede, so he could only advance little by little with his body.

His view was completely blocked, and he quickly lost track of the other person's exact location, only able to hear the loud voice echoing in everyone's ears:

"The Blood God cannot take you to heaven, but he can send your enemies to hell!" "Everyone, remember this: if you reach a point of utter despair, if the flames of vengeance are burning your heart, if you are willing to pay any price, remember to call forth the Honorific Name of the Blood God..."

Where did that guy go?

He must be captured and stopped from spreading the evil god...

Alfred thought anxiously to himself.

"He went over there!"

Just then, Alfred heard Neil's shout. Looking up, he saw Nelson standing on the altar, pointing him in a direction. He must have been standing higher to see more clearly.

Alfred immediately changed direction and, following Neil's directions, pushed through the crowd and struggled forward. Once he was out of the Square, the crowd gradually thinned out. He saw the figure in the distance, disappearing into an alley, and rushed over to it.

"Stop!"

Alfred darted into the alley and shouted.

He tensed up warily, scrutinizing everything inside. Then he saw several of Sanchez's soldiers cursing and beating an old woman.

The old woman was the same one he had seen on Moulin Rouge earlier. She was wailing and pleading for mercy, her arms outstretched, protecting a little boy beneath her—the one who had just asked Neil the question.

These soldiers, having lost face before, are seeking revenge on the child! Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

"Madam, you've been beaten badly. Why don't you believe in the Blood God, borrow His power, and kill them all?"

The young man with black hair squatted to one side, his face serious, and asked the old woman who was being beaten in Dutanese, "But you will die because of this..."

Surprisingly, the wound on his abdomen had already healed.

"Enough!"

Alfred roared, yelling at the soldiers, "Have you no shame? Get up!"

He grabbed the dark-haired young man and sternly stopped the soldiers' brutality, ordering them to take the Lunatic preacher to the local police station.