The Blind and Deaf God!

"This... it's up to you!"

Merlin didn't want to argue with her anymore about whether he was kind. No matter what, he just needed to be able to live with himself.

Killing people!

Or saving them!

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It was all up to him to decide.

As long as he held firm to this belief, others could never interfere with him.

Listening to the sounds of gunfire in the surrounding environment, it wasn't long before Merlin led them to another group of pursuing soldiers.

This time, however, all the survivors were dead, and only four of the soldiers survived, with two of them wounded. Three were hiding in the corner of a broken wall, watching as they approached.

Merlin turned his head to look at Yol:

"When they get closer, I'll go first, and you provide sniper support from behind."

Yol nodded, but also asked in confusion:

"Aren't we using grenades?"

"There aren't many of them, we need to conserve them."

Merlin turned his head and said softly.

Before long, as they approached, harsh curses could be heard.

Ten meters... five meters.

Seizing the moment, Merlin gripped his dagger in his right hand, conjured Black Flame in his left, and suddenly leaped over the wall, charging towards them.

Merlin's sudden appearance startled them. The four soldiers reflexively raised their rifles, bang bang bang bang!!!

Muzzle flashes erupted fiercely.

However, the Lynx equipment brought Merlin a powerful comprehensive optimization of dynamic vision, night vision, dynamic tracking, pupil adjustment, and field of view.

The instant they raised their muzzles, Merlin's pupils contracted, and he clearly captured the trajectory of their gun movements.

Although his physical condition couldn't dodge bullets, his dynamic vision allowed him to grasp the direction of their muzzles.

In that instant, as their fingers bent to pull the triggers, Merlin agilely lunged forward and rolled.

He closed the distance in the blink of an eye.

His Black Flame-covered left hand nimbly struck the legs of three of them.

Then, he sprang up in front of the fourth, his right-hand dagger like a lynx pouncing to devour its prey, piercing through his chin and exiting the back of his head with a slish.

At this moment.

A shrill scream rang out nearby.

Of the remaining three, one clutched his abdomen and fell to the ground, blood seeping through his protective suit.

Calamity. Scarlet of Wounds.

The abdominal evisceration Calamity obtained from Yol.

The other two had bloodshot eyes and lay on the ground groaning in pain.

Calamity. Scarlet Lead.

Without even looking, it was clear that large areas of their bodies beneath their protective suits had turned a pallid white.

And it was the severe, late-stage plumbism that was close to death.

With a plick, Merlin pulled out his dagger and walked towards the other three fallen individuals. With his left hand, he reabsorbed and stored the Calamity from the two afflicted with plumbism before slitting their throats with his dagger.

Next, Merlin delivered three piercing wounds to the chest and neck of the last man.

Then, he absorbed the increased amount of Calamity, stored it, and ended his life with his dagger.

Yol walked over, calmly looking at the four dead soldiers, and began to collect their weapons and equipment.

Merlin turned his head and said to her, "I'll go check the area where they were fighting for any other useful weapons and equipment."

Yol nodded gently.

Seeing Merlin walk towards that direction, She then looked down at the four dead soldiers, her lips pursed as she prayed:

"May you be punished in hell, and in your next life, may you be sensible people!"

At this moment, seeing that it was safe here, Lami came over, glaring and spitting curses:

"Executioners like them can only be pigs, dogs, chickens, and ducks in their next lives; they can't be human."

Yol's expression was silent. She looked at her hands. As a nun, her hands were stained with blood. One day, when she died, she would probably go to hell too!

Merlin returned to Yol's side shortly with a bundle of rifles and ammunition. Seeing her low spirits, he looked a little confused:

"Aren't you happy?"

Yol looked at Merlin, hesitated for two seconds, and then said dejectedly, "As a nun who believes in God, I have blood on my hands. I'll go to hell when I die!"

Merlin glanced at her and said faintly:

"A nun who believes in God is not saved by the God she believes in.

This shows that He is just a deaf and blind god, so stop believing in Him.

Instead of believing in Him, it's better to believe in yourself!

Use your own heart as a scale.

Even if your hands are stained with blood, as long as we have a clear conscience, it's fine.

Whether it's killing or saving!

Living this life, there's no need to place your soul in those ethereal beings that may or may not exist.

As for hell?

If it really exists, that's a matter for the future. In the future, I will become very strong...

So what if there's hell?

If it dares to provoke me..."

Yol quickly reached out and covered Merlin's mouth, her eyes reprimanding him, "You're blaspheming."

Merlin pushed her hand away and rolled his eyes, "So what if it's a god? It's just a title.

Aren't there many people in this world who call themselves gods?

They're just a bunch of lunatics."

Yol's eyes were helpless, "Enough, let's not talk about gods anymore. Let's go!"

Lami, standing beside them, covered her mouth and chuckled:

"Brother Merlin is amazing, he left Sister Yol speechless in an instant."

Merlin ruffled her head and said with a light laugh, "That just proves my words are more reasonable.

Yol couldn't argue with me."

Lami nodded emphatically.

Yol looked helpless, but the filter she had for gods in her heart began to blur.

After all, at that moment, it wasn't the god she prayed to day and night who saved her, but the young man in front of her.

Glancing at Merlin, she muttered to herself, "Why didn't I realize he was so eloquent before?"

The three of them continued to wander through this Frevanz, hunting each other in reverse.

Hunting soldiers from neighboring countries, rescuing survivors along the way, pointing them in Eric's direction, and distributing weapons.

Time skipped ahead.

Three days passed.

This morning.

At the port.

On a ship from a neighboring country.

In the conference room.

Bang!

The leader, a middle-aged officer in a sea-blue military uniform, slammed his palm onto the table with force, his eyes fierce.

"Bastards! Why has my soldier's casualty rate increased so much these past few days?"

The officers below looked at each other. At this moment, Laked, the legion commander of the Volgala Kingdom army, glared at an officer below.

"Dalami, you'd better give me an explanation, or I'll report it truthfully to the King. Do you not want your non-hereditary Baron title anymore?"

The one called Dalami was a blond young man with a hooked nose. A deep gloom flashed in his lowered eyes. Report truthfully?

He'd be adding fuel to the fire and taking the blame!

Coming to Frevanz this time was a great opportunity to make a fortune.

Which noble present wasn't making a killing?

However, only his unit among those present had done the most dirty work and reaped the least profit. It was only because his title was the lowest that if anything went wrong, he would be the one to take the fall.

And these past few days, the clearing operation in Frevanz had encountered problems, so the backlash was coming. Dalami raised his head at this opportune moment, his face showing a forced bitterness.

"Commander, the survivors in Frevanz are all tough characters. We are outsiders, after all. This city is full of underground sewage systems. They hide and fight us in street battles, and there's nothing we can do!

And it's not just our country; the other three countries have also suffered many casualties these past few days. Furthermore, we found that over a dozen soldiers who were left alive have contracted varying degrees of plumbism."

At this point, a hint of hesitation appeared in Dalami's eyes, "Is that plumbism really not contagious?"

Laked's eye twitched violently upon hearing this. Recalling the soldiers he had executed earlier who had suddenly contracted plumbism, a flicker of apprehension crossed his eyes.

At this moment, he looked at the others in the conference room, their eyes filled with the same apprehension.

After a silent exchange of glances.

His gaze shifted slightly, and his expression towards Dalami softened a bit:

"Our King received intelligence from the royal family evacuated from Frevanz. According to World Government certification, plumbism is merely a hereditary biological toxin.

It's hereditary but not contagious.

As long as you take precautions and avoid contact with the raw materials for plumbism, you'll be fine.

Alright! Let's move on from this."

But then, he looked at Dalami:

"I'll give you another two hundred men. You will personally lead the team to exterminate those Infected."

Dalami's pupils contracted. Just as he was about to retort, he saw Laked's dark gold eyes flash with coldness and immediately shut his mouth.

His eye twitching, he stood up and said with a solemn expression, "Your command!"

"Alright, meeting adjourned!"

Laked rubbed his temples and waved his hand, dismissing them.

Amidst his colleagues' "good luck" glances, Dalami left with a calm expression.

The same topic was being discussed on three other foreign ships at the port, though the outcomes varied.

Shortly after, Dalami, clad in a protective suit and with an ancient rapier at his hip, led a force of three hundred men into Frevanz.

At the same moment, from three other directions, varying numbers of people led elite troops into Frevanz territory.