The Last Whisper (Part 2)

"Noah!" Noah softly chanted the name of the God of Robustness. Spirit power derived from robustness within the world blessed his body, making him stronger.

"Samira." The gale swept through once more. Though fierce, these winds would at most knock someone down when they blew against the body. The true threat lay in the things concealed within the gale. A moment of carelessness, and brushing against one would leave a long wound.

Bujiter showed no panic whatsoever. Once he let go and fought freely, he was undoubtedly one of the strongest fighters in this world. He bore five gifts bestowed by the gods.

The gift promised in the Name of Salvation could heal wounds and illnesses.

The gift promised in the Name of Protection could form a defense against harm.

The gift promised in the Name of True Knowledge could create a special field of vision, allowing one to observe things humans could not observe.

The gift promised in the Name of Justice could cleave apart anything one deemed wrong.

The gift promised in the Name of Life could grant its recipient a powerful physique.

It was precisely because Bujiter, with a human body, had endured five gifts from the gods that he had become a Divine Grace Warrior considered among the best even within the Divine Grace Church.

"My lord has promised me the power of Justice. Young man, you serve an Evil Spirit, and that is unjust. I shall cleave you apart!" Bujiter gripped his longsword, its blade shining with the light of conviction. It sliced through the gale, keeping the hidden things within from approaching him. The Gift of Life granted him a powerful physique, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the alley where Noah stood.

"Stemilandro!" Noah did not panic. He skillfully spoke the divine name, calling upon the spirit of the God of Solid Walls. Something rapidly gathered in the air, blocking Bujiter's sword.

Black fluid splashed as a wall of flesh abruptly appeared before Noah. It seemed to be made of black chunks of meat. Pierced by Bujiter's sword, it continuously spattered black blood and wriggled like a living thing, trying to Devour the blade.

"Blasphemous thing!" Bujiter frowned. White light burst from his sword, and the entire wall of flesh split into four pieces, turning into a puddle of black liquid.

The mark on his forehead glowed. Looking at Noah, who remained calm and composed, Bujiter could not help praising the boy. He was only around ten years old, yet he did not panic when faced with trouble and could always confront anything with calmness.

Even the most outstanding youths in the Divine Grace Church were no more than this, Bujiter sighed. But since they were enemies, such a talent absolutely could not be spared.

"You who follow an evil will, my hand of salvation cannot be extended to you. Forgive me!" Bujiter spoke no more and thrust his sword, imbued with the power of the Gift of Justice, directly at Noah.

"Preacher, where do you think you're fighting?" Noah showed not the slightest fear as he watched the sword stab toward him. If they truly compared strength, he would be no match for Bujiter at all.

Even his Spirit Warlock abilities were only half-baked. He had slowly figured out the powers of several divine names on his own, and using them in battle was still beyond him. The reason they could produce such considerable power was because this was that lord's domain.

The things hidden in those gales that cut people were precisely the Spread Pathogens dispersed through the air. The Divine Name of Twig could sprout so quickly because the pathogens supplied vast amounts of nutrients and energy.

"Negary!" Unlike the other divine names, Noah's call this time was especially devout. This was the being to whom he had offered his forehead, the one who had made an agreement with him, the lord he had chosen to serve for his entire life.

The pathogens in the air began gathering rapidly. With the aid of Noah's invocation of the divine name, they converged upon one another, forming a black mass of flesh that seized Bujiter's thrusting sword.

The black chunks of flesh continuously writhed and twisted together, eventually taking on a human shape. White mucus seeped from the black flesh, and when it dried, it became pallid skin. At last, a naked man appeared before Bujiter, his sword tightly gripped in the man's hand.

Noah took off his cloak and draped it over the man, then respectfully retreated to the side.

"Ne... ga... ry!!" Bujiter shouted. He tried to swing the sword in his hand, but an immense force held it fast, leaving him unable to pull it free.

The instant he saw that man, an utterly ominous feeling crashed into his heart. He looked exactly like Negary, the being in Kexi People mythology who represented disease and misfortune.

"You may call me that, preacher of the Divine Grace Church." Wang Yuan did not deny Bujiter's words. He was merely a remnant soul without a true spirit, and naturally had no true name. Whether he was called Wang Yuan or Negary meant the same thing.

"So this is the power of the Divine Grace Church's gifts? It really is quite interesting!" Wang Yuan held Bujiter's blade and sensed that exceptionally peculiar power upon it as he walked forward, his body slightly stiff.

The body formed through the aggregation of pathogens had no skeleton, internal organs, blood vessels, or anything of the sort. It only looked human. In essence, it was still merely an aggregate of pathogens, controlled by Wang Yuan's pathogen-control ability.

"My lord has promised me the power of Justice. I shall cleave through the darkness!" Bujiter roared, drawing upon the gift from the god with all his heart. Dazzling light bloomed upon his sword, but the result filled even Bujiter with despair.

His sword remained firmly clutched in Wang Yuan's hand. The gift's power did not inflict the slightest harm upon Negary.

"How is this possible?!" Bujiter cried in disbelief.

"There is nothing impossible about it." Wang Yuan smiled. "Once I saw through the power represented by your Gift of Justice, I no longer feared it. So long as something exists, it has weaknesses. And I have already seen through yours. You no longer have any chance of victory."

"Weakness..." Bujiter seemed to realize something. The rune on his forehead flickered as he examined the sword in his hand, only to find that, at some point, the essence of that sword had already changed.

"The Gift of Justice is, in essence, a power that rejects everything. Yet this power is founded upon my conviction, and the conviction I established was to use this sword to cleave through anything."

"But now, this sword has been completely replaced by Negary!" Countless black veins covered Bujiter's longsword. At some point, it had already shattered into fragments, held together entirely by pathogens. Thus, the pathogens had become part of the sword, and the pathogen body connected to them was also part of the sword. Because of this, the Gift of Justice could not act upon the pathogen body at all.