The Final Whisper (Part 2)

"Cough!!" Bujiter suddenly doubled over and spat out a mouthful of black blood. "Without realizing it, my body has become full of germs too?"

Bujiter released the hilt of his sword. His hands were already covered in wounds, and the germs had entered his body en masse through those openings.

"My Lord granted me the power to save others—the Gift of Salvation!" Black blood spilled from Bujiter's mouth, yet his conviction only grew firmer. A lush radiance burst from his body, and great quantities of white smoke rose from him.

"The Gift of Salvation? The power to cure diseases and heal wounds?" Wang Yuan made no move to stop him, merely watching Bujiter purge the germs that had invaded his body. "I think you should understand. Those germs have already eroded far too much of your flesh. They have become an irreplaceable part of you. Purging them may free you from their affliction, but death will not be far behind."

"Demon! What are you trying to say?!" Bujiter fixed his eyes on Negary. Wound after wound split open across his body, forcing out black blood.

"Submit to me!" Wang Yuan extended his hand toward Bujiter. "With injuries like yours, not even the Gift of Salvation can heal you!"

"Since that is the case, submit to me. Let my germs surge into your body. Offer me your forehead and receive my gift. Share your life with the germs, and with my germs supporting you, you can live on and on and on forever."

"Are you questioning my faith, demon?!" Bujiter shouted furiously. White runes appeared in five places across his body: Salvation, Protection, True Knowledge, Justice, and Life.

"You are angry. You are wavering, aren't you?" Wang Yuan smiled instead. His fingers began stretching infinitely, transforming into black germ-tentacles that Spread toward Bujiter. "You fear death as well, don't you, missionary? Your Lord never granted you the power to face death."

"You are using your anger to conceal your fear of death, missionary. Submit to me, and you will discover that there will no longer be anything left for you to fear!" Wang Yuan's words carried a peculiar charm, as though they could strike directly at the heart.

Over the past ten years, Wang Yuan had Devoured the Soul Qi of far too many people. He understood the human heart exceedingly well. He precisely seized upon the fear common to all humans and provoked Bujiter's mind.

The White Light surrounding Bujiter's body slowly weakened. The black germ-tentacles Spread over him, pierced his skin, and followed his blood vessels deeper into his body.

"Accept my gift, heh heh heh!" Wang Yuan chuckled as he directed the germs into Bujiter's trembling body.

"I truly do fear death! Even now, my body is trembling from the fear of death." Bujiter's voice was exceptionally calm at that moment.

"My Lord truly did not grant me the power to face death. But His existence has given me the faith to fight death, even in fear!" After that calm came a force like thunder exploding from storm clouds, like torrential rain erupting in that instant. "Demon, die!!"

An immense amount of White Light erupted from Bujiter's body and surged toward Wang Yuan along the germ-tentacles embedded in him. The instant the germs pierced his body, they became Bujiter's disease—something that could be cured.

"Heh heh..." After the White Light faded, the humanoid object emitted huge amounts of dense smoke. That smoke was made of the "cured" germs. Yet in the next moment, those dead germs turned into carbonized chunks and fell away, revealing the black lump of flesh within once more.

The black lump of flesh wriggled again, leaking large amounts of white fluid. Before long, Wang Yuan appeared before Bujiter again. "Heh heh heh, your scheme was indeed good, but you know far too little about me. I designed safeguards against sudden attacks long ago."

"So I deliberately changed my body's structure. My body is not tightly connected like a human body. Inside me is a layer of skin formed from the withered remains of this germ slime, turning my body into nesting dolls, one layer wrapped around another."

"An attack from the surface that does not penetrate deeply can only kill one of my outer layers. In this environment filled with germs, my body can recover very quickly. It simply cannot kill the real me at the deepest part of my body." Wang Yuan explained to Bujiter with great seriousness. "I will give you one last chance. Offer me your forehead."

"That is impossible, demon." Bujiter lay on the ground. He felt death closer than ever before. He feared death, but his faith in God gave him the conviction to resist that fear.

"Then there is nothing to be done. Still, it is precisely this kind of conviction that has been cooked into the most delicious delicacy in my eyes. I may be unable to subdue you, but gaining a fine meal is not so bad." Wang Yuan extended his hand toward the dying Bujiter once more.

Over the years, whenever Wang Yuan faced an enemy, he would always provoke them within certain limits. If they lacked sufficient resolve, they would easily choose to submit to Wang Yuan. But if they could erupt with their own conviction, that conviction would become the ultimate delicacy for Wang Yuan, who wished to absorb their Soul Qi.

And the unyielding tenacity Bujiter displayed now made his soul increasingly delicious. Not to mention that his memories contained all kinds of confidential information about the Divine Grace Church.

"I will take that unyielding, steadfast conviction of yours!!"

"Just as you said, we know too little about you, Negary. But that does not matter. I will pass this on to others. They will defeat you, Negary!!" Bujiter recalled the information concerning Evil Spirits.

The Divine Grace Church had conducted considerable research into Evil Spirits. They knew that when an Evil Spirit killed someone, it possessed the ability to read the memories of the dead person's soul. But everything belonging to those who had received gifts, including their souls, had already been offered to God. How could they bear to let souls that should return to God be profaned? Thus, the Divine Grace Church developed a secret art that transformed a member's soul into a special ripple when they neared death.

This secret art protected the souls of Divine Grace Church members from being profaned by Evil Spirits. At the same time, it could record the deceased's final whisper and preserve their memories from before death. Only fellow members of the Divine Grace Church, or masters of the Breathing Method capable of sensing the Rhythm of all things, could read the information within.

"Hm? No Soul Qi spilled out?" Wang Yuan stood before Bujiter's corpse, thinking with slight puzzlement. Recalling Bujiter's final act, he gave a soft laugh and departed under Noah's respectful escort.

"So this was your final whisper? I received it, Bujiter!" Chris rose to his feet, anger on his face. "Negary! In accordance with Bujiter's final wish, I will defeat you!!"

"Heh heh heh..." Beneath a great tree, Wang Yuan opened his eyes and laughed. "I look forward to it!"

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