Redemption of the Fallen (Two chapters in one)

Luther's physical body was buried deep in a cave at the center of the island, but his spirit floated up and rose to the high sky above the island.

Upwards, and even higher...

Beyond the Spirit World, reaching the innermost aspect of reality, reaching the world of the most essential symbolism of things...

Language and imagery lose their function here; time and space are no longer barriers. Everything is reduced to its underlying structure, to the simplest images, symbols, and representations.

Luther's gaze swept over the magnificent Divine Kingdom, the mysterious and complex symbols, and the outermost blurry shadows, without observing them much. Instead, he turned his view downwards and looked far into the distance towards the Southern Continent.

That continent was vast and magnificent, where countless living beings gathered, radiating Spirituality brilliance as surging as the sea.

He saw many strange symbols and emblems floating above the continent, reflecting the Spirituality within them. There were pale, cold symbols of Death, Distortion and Filth symbols of madness and Indulgence desire, and deep black, fierce deep blue, proud gold, and wise brass...

These symbols and emblems are connected to and resonate with the Spirituality of the people of the Southern Continent.

Is this what it feels like to see the world from the Astral World...?

Luther thought to himself as he began searching for the Avatar he had created.

Based on the resonance of Flesh and the imprint on the spiritual level, he quickly discovered them. From his perspective, these Flesh Puppet were very conspicuous in the sea of light, like bright red reefs scattered along the coast and gradually spreading inland.

Luther extended his Consciousness over there. His Consciousness seemed to transform into an octopus with dense tentacles, stretching out its tentacles towards the distant Southern Continent, attempting to connect with hundreds of his own Avatar.

The crimson stars trembled, responding to Luther's call and connecting with him one after another.

Countless memories then flooded into my mind.

He reviewed all of "Li's" experiences in the Southern Continent, the details of his missionary work, and the feedback he received in a very short time.

Luther soon discovered some things that left him speechless.

"... What do you mean by 'the Blood God is awesome'? Did I ask them to preach to us like that?"

Why go to Orthodox Churches and publicly provoke them?

"No, how did they come up with this missionary terminology? It's so abstract..."

When giving these Flesh Puppet personalities, he referenced part of his own nature before he transmigrated.

At the same time, in order to make them behave more like humans, Luther also added all kinds of common sense, which seemed to include various knowledge and clichés from previous online platforms... This knowledge was absorbed in large quantities by the Flesh Puppet, causing them to become abstract, god-like beings.

Fortunately, despite their abstract approach, these Flesh Puppet still did what they were supposed to do.

They made deep contact with the inhabitants of the Southern Continent, using their ability Pathway "Spectator" to inscribe the Honorific Name of the Blood God in their hearts. This was the most efficient form of evangelism, directly planting a seed in the Subconscious of these people. And now it was time to harvest that seed.

Luther slowly closed his eyes.

The experiences of those people from the Southern Continent unfolded before my eyes, scene by scene, with unparalleled clarity.

The colonists took control of their ancestral homeland, enclosing the land and turning it into plantations. They didn't grow food there, but only the most profitable crops like cotton, coffee, and rubber. The colonists starved to death one after another on the fertile land.

The vibrant mountains were blasted open by gunpowder, the churned soil resembling ugly wounds. They were whipped by overseers, crawled and worked like dogs in the mines until they exhausted their last drop of blood and sweat.

The local ruling class, supported by the colonists, was even more brutal and insane, not only squeezing every last drop of profit from them but also riding roughshod over them and acting with impunity.

There are also evil cults such as the "Rose School of Thought" that treat people as mere sacrifices, as tools to please evil gods...

Pain, despair, Degeneration, anger, hatred, grief, loathing, thirst, madness... all the negative emotions filled the hearts of those people, and were seen by Luther's Flesh Puppet.

A vast number of potential believers, the Honorific Name delivered in place—everything is ready. Now, all that is needed is a spark to ignite it.

They had nothing left to fear losing, and were willing to give up everything to vent their pent-up hatred!

How ironic!

Sensing these memories, Luther's lips curled into an almost mocking smile. "If you people had properly managed the Southern Continent, even if the Blood God's Honorific Name had spread, it wouldn't have generated such a large-scale response... You gave the Blood God the opportunity; you dug your own graves and made your own noose..."

Let's go then.

"Whoosh..."

The Phantom Tide echoed beneath his feet, and in Luther's vision, an endless, deep black Ocean seemed to emerge, along with a tall white White Tower rising above the sea... Around the tower, dense points of prayer light responded to his gaze, vibrating with a pure and strange radiance.

A profound and powerful force surged within Luther. He raised his hands, stirring the Astral World, then extended his Spirituality, transmitting his power to everyone who needed him...

Southern Continent, Amikash State.

"Buzzing..."

The annoying buzzing of flies was dense and loud, constantly ringing in my ears. In a low, dilapidated house in the slums of Doyin City, an old woman was holding a funeral for her grandson.

The boy's body was piled up in some tattered cloth; the warm environment of the Southern Continent caused the body to decompose quickly.

Countless flies swarmed around it and clung to it, creating a disgusting scene.

The old man, his body hunched over, stared blankly at his grandson's corpse. His lips moved incessantly, murmuring words only he could hear. "Hmm, so that's how it is."

Li's figure quietly appeared to the side, and he nodded slightly.

His expression was no longer as frivolous as before, but much more serious.

"What a good child! Because of the famine, he wanted to keep his grandmother from going hungry, so he risked everything to steal food from the shop where he worked..."

The black-haired young man named "Li" looked around the dilapidated house and found it even more run-down than when he last visited. Everything that could be sold was gone. The broken grain jars were empty, and the whole house felt like it had never been used for cooking.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"What a silly child! The owner of that shop is General Sanchez's nephew..."

Upon closer inspection, the boy's legs were broken, and his skin was covered in sores, as if he had been severely beaten.

"Unfortunately, he was eventually caught, severely beaten, and taken to the police station... He was already on the verge of death when he was thrown out... Did he die in your arms...?"

Li asked softly.

The old woman, of course, did not answer his question, but instead took out a bottle of medicine from her bosom.

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"It seems you spent all the money Neil Sharp gave you on potions, leaving nothing for yourself."

Influenced by their belief in the Death, the natives of the Southern Continent have their own understanding of death.

They have a traditional funeral practice where the body of a loved one is kept by their side, never leaving their side, until the body has completely decomposed into bones, which are then kept at home for permanent preservation. Of course, some who miss their loved ones too much will also have the bones made into vessels for their own use.

The decomposition of a corpse is a long and complex process, which some people are not willing to accept. As a result, demand created a market, and soon someone developed a Corrosion agent that could quickly dissolve the Flesh of a corpse, leaving clean bones.

The old woman mechanically opened the potion and poured it onto her grandson's corpse.

"Hiss..."

A sharp, Corrosion sound immediately rang out, and the flies, startled, exploded with a "boom," like a black cloud. Following closely behind was a plume of white smoke, emanating from the boy's rapidly dissolving body.

As the Flesh dissipated, the bones became visible, revealing the boy's underdeveloped but broken leg bone.

The old woman poured out the clean medicine, dissolving all the Flesh of the corpse, leaving only bones. She took out a clean white cloth, carefully cradled the boy's head, and meticulously wiped it clean with the cloth.

She held the pure white, translucent head, staring at it blankly for several seconds, motionless.

What a tiny head! Two hands could fit together. When she was alive, the soul residing in this small skull gave her so much hope to endure and live. But now, it's just a cold, silent bone.

After a few seconds of silence, the old woman gathered the remaining bones and went to the cabinet in the room. She opened the cabinet, and inside were two white skulls. They stared at the old woman and the small head in her hand with their empty eyes.

The old woman, her body hunched over, faced three gleaming white skulls. This sole survivor gazed upon all her deceased loved ones, her figure utterly alone.

Gradually, a deep and visible sadness, and... resentment, appeared in her eyes.

That resentment was a hundred times stronger than the sorrow.

The resentment grew stronger and stronger, eventually turning into a powerful impulse that led to a certain consequence.

"Bang!"

As if invisible shackles had been broken, memories buried deep in her Subconscious erupted. She remembered that she had another choice!

Are you sure you want to do this?

Li Pingjing asked, "Regardless of whether you achieve your goal, if you pray to that person, you will surely give your life."

His body grew increasingly solid, and his words carried a hint of holiness and compassion.

The old woman answered his question with her actions. She reached into the cabinet, took out the two severed heads, held them tightly to her chest, and then, in her broken tongue, recited with despair and anger:

"Blood and fury, hatred and fire..."

"Alfred, are you really leaving?"

Neil Sharp asked worriedly, "Was it because of my stubbornness last time that I caused you trouble with the military...?"

He felt a little guilty, but if he had to do it all over again, he believed he would still make the same choice to save lives.

No, it's none of your business.

Alfred Hall looked somewhat tired, but his tone remained calm. "It was my own decision. Rather than staying here and becoming Sanchez's accomplice in oppressing the people, I'd rather return to the Northern Continent, go to the front lines, and truly defend the country."

On the battlefield, he only needs to defeat the enemy; he doesn't have to endure such moral condemnation.

"... Good luck, and may the Goddess be with you."

Neil Sharp tapped his chest four times, tracing the path of the Crimson Moon, his precious Gem Sacred Emblem gleaming in the sunlight.

At this moment, the two were sitting in a carriage heading to the port of Doyin City. Alfred had already applied for a transfer order to leave the Southern Continent and go to Loen to fight against the invaders of Feysac. He felt that even rolling in the mud of the trenches was better than being a purely evil person in the Southern Continent.

"If you leave, my work in the Southern Continent will be even more difficult."

Neil Sharp sighed, "I doubt the officer who will replace you will support me..."

"Boom!!"

As the two were talking, a loud bang suddenly came from the street outside, followed by terrified screams from the people.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Murder!"

"Monster! Run!"

"Fire! Fire!"

A series of screams and gunshots filled the air, escalating the chaos in the street and forcing the two men's carriage to a stop.

What happened?

Alfred frowned and asked. He sensed Filth Spirituality fluctuations outside, which seemed to be the source of the disturbance. "What is that... an out-of-control Extraordinary? But it looks... terrifying!"

Neil Sharp looked out the window, shocked by what he saw. "We have to hurry, the victim is about to give up!"

Both were extraordinary individuals with official positions, and they did not hesitate to jump off the carriage and try to take control of the situation.

It wasn't until he got out of the car that Alfred could see what was in front of him. And after seeing what it looked like, even he, a veteran of many battles, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

It was a Distortion and terrifying Monster, its Flesh covered with countless bones—breast bones, ribs, leg bones... and even three white heads were fixed between its shoulders and abdomen. Clearly, those were human bones!

The Monster stretched out its bony arms and grabbed a well-built, exquisitely dressed native of the Southern Continent, Greed and ferociously tearing at his legs.

The native guards stood around, firing continuously at the Monster. Their shots were either ignored or easily fired away.

"Aaaaaah! My lords, help me!!"

The Southern Continent native, upon seeing them, seemed to recognize them and, spitting blood, cried out for help, "I am Sanchez's nephew! You've seen me before!! Please, save me!!"

"... snort."

A flicker of disdain crossed Alfred's eyes; he knew how despicable the man before him was.

But under these circumstances, he had to prioritize the safety of the people and act immediately to kill the Monster. Well, at least he could do something good for the Southern Continent before leaving...

"Neil, give me a hand."

He shouted to his friend, then rushed forward without hesitation.