Blood-red organs gathered together, forming a humanoid creature without a single inch of skin on its body, dripping with blood. One look was enough to set alarm bells ringing even in a King's heart, as though merely looking at this creature would cause something terrible to happen.
The Blood Man stood in Divine Spirit Valley, flexing its joints as though adjusting to its body.
A moment later, it raised its head and looked toward the crowd.
It opened its mouth and uttered several syllables of unclear meaning.
"What is it saying?"
"It sounds so strange, but a little familiar."
"Divine Language!" At that moment, a Red Cardinal from the Church spoke up. "Four different Divine Languages, combined into a single sentence. No, more than four. It knows far too many Divine Languages, but it seems to be repeating the same sentence throughout!"
Everyone looked over. Those who knew his background recognized him: this Red Cardinal had started out studying mysticism years ago and had some understanding of Divine Language.
"I was wondering why it sounded so familiar. So it's the language the Gods Organization's powerful members use to pray before every battle."
"What does the sentence it keeps repeating mean?"
The powerful figures all turned toward the Red Cardinal.
He drew a deep breath, his expression grave, and spoke with deliberate emphasis. "Undying. Indestructible."
The instant they heard his translation, everyone present felt their minds buzz for some unknown reason, and the blood throughout their bodies surged wildly upward.
It had been tolerable earlier, when they had not understood the meaning.
Now, every time the Blood Man spoke, those strange syllables reverberated endlessly in their ears like great bells, throwing their Blood Qi into utter turmoil.
"Undying... indestructible. Damn it, what does that even mean?!"
"It hurts so much. I