Grant's trembling lips moved.
He was too badly wounded; in this state, it was hard to say whether he could even speak. In truth, Gu Bei had merely felt that he needed to say something, so he asked. He had not truly expected Grant to answer.
An Ice Needle appeared in his hand. He was preparing to give Grant a clean death.
But at that moment, Grant's blood-soaked body suddenly convulsed again. His eyes widened. Like a terminally ill patient, he stared fixedly at Gu Bei, his gaze overflowing with a desperate longing and struggle to live. He opened his mouth and said painfully, "Don't... don't kill me."
Hearing that, Gu Bei shrugged. "This is where we stand. Accept your fate."
"Do you really think... that killing me will end everything?" Grant suddenly calmed down and spoke in a halting voice. "You... you don't know how The Church came to where it is today. You don't know those secrets... You may be able to wipe us out for now, but one day... we will return."
"So what? If new ones crawl out, we'll kill them again." Gu Bei narrowed his eyes and answered with a cold snort.
"No... you don't understand. The true Church is still hidden across this continent, watching everything in secret..." Grant refused to give up. "You... you think that once we die, the mages' good days will come? I'm telling you, when magic reaches that forbidden step, they will appear..."
Gu Bei frowned and thought for a moment. "You mean the Mage Inheritance Society?"
Grant had been about to say something else, but he froze all at once.
"Sorry, but I met them a long time ago." Seeing this, Gu Bei spread his hands and continued. "I know they originated from the ancient Church, and I