Blue Birds

In the Real World, everyone was still utterly bewildered.

"Grandfather? The other three gods? Khorne? What on earth is all this?!"

In the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu, the Angel God's Great Enshrined and someone relatively close to the word "deity," had never heard of deities such as Grandfather or Khorne.

"Could they be... some local wild gods? And judging by Ye Wuhen's words... there seem to be four deities on the Douluo Continent?"

The Angel God, the Sea God, and those two unknown wild gods, Grandfather and Khorne.

"Exactly four gods. In other words..." Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes and reached a conclusion.

Heretics!

"That one called Grandfather will directly cause Nuoding City to fall to a plague in the future. Clearly an evil god."

"As for Khorne? That name alone doesn't sound like any kind of good god."

"'Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Throne'-those words are brimming with malice."

"I understand now! They must be evil gods who opposed the great Angel God back then, now reviving on the Douluo Continent because the Angel God has departed!"

After a thrilling bout of filling in the blanks in his head, Qian Daoliu felt he had seen through everything.

"Damned heretics!"

Now that his reasoning flowed smoothly, Qian Daoliu found Ye Wuhen on the Celestial Screen displeasing no matter how he looked at him.

That inherently evil little heretic had actually dared attempt to harm Bi Shuo, an outstanding young man of his Spirit Hall. He truly deserved to die!

In Qian Daoliu's vision, Qian Renxue would complete her Divine Trials and attain the Angel Godhood in the future, while Dugu Feng would succeed him as Great Enshrined. As for Bi Shuo... if Xiao Xue was willing, there would be no harm in making him the next Pope.

After all, judging by the Celestial Screen, Bi Shuo was a good child with tremendous personal charisma, and his character could even be called perfect.

Thinking once again of Spirit Hall's bright future, even someone as composed as Qian Daoliu felt immensely excited.

"But before that, we must strangle this Ye Wuhen in the cradle. We cannot let him become a god before Xiao Xue."

In Qian Daoliu's fixed understanding, Ye Wuhen was the inheritor of that evil god Grandfather, just as Qian Renxue was the Angel God's inheritor.

A heretic who was a deity's inheritor was no ordinary heretic anymore. They had to strike with an iron fist!

As for Ye Wuhen being only six...

He had already unleashed the Notting massacre at six. That was all the more reason he could not be allowed to live!

[The Celestial Screen continued as before.]

[According to Bi Shuo and Chrysanthemum Douluo's original plan, they should have fought while retreating.]

[Finally, they would establish a defensive line in the town nearest the Star Dou Great Forest and await reinforcements.]

[But the appearance of that hundred-thousand-year Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, whose aura exceeded their expectations, had completely put an end to this strategic plan.]

["Truly terrifying! That hundred-thousand-year Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear and that Black Dragon are probably the strongest beings in this forest."]

["Even I probably wouldn't last more than a few exchanges against them."]

[Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed and looked at Bi Shuo beside him, a little more sorrow entering his voice.]

["Little Bi Shuo, it looks like we're really going to die here this time."]

["What a shame. With your talent, you would have surpassed that bear one day. Then you could have shown that bear whose level was lower."]

[A bitter smile appeared on Chrysanthemum Douluo's beautiful face, then gave way to a little more sadness.]

[He had finally found a young man who got along so well with him, only for them to die together before he could even see him grow.]

[What a shame.]

[Bi Shuo stood nearby, uncharacteristically offering no words of comfort, merely staring blankly in one direction.]

[Chrysanthemum Douluo followed his gaze and saw a handsome youth in a silvery-white robe distributing supplies from a Soul Tool.]

["Oh? That person seems to be... Tian Qingyue, right? An outstanding talent from the Tian Family, the Heaven Dou Empire's newly risen nobility."]

["Who knows how the Tian Family's head, Tian Buwei, managed to cozy up to Prince Xue Xing? He's brought the Tian Family rising with the tide these past few years."]

["That young fellow from the Yu Family apparently wrote a theory on Martial Soul Evolution because of Tian Qingyue's rabbit Martial Soul, didn't he?"]

["Speaking of that Yu Family brat, it looks like I won't get to read those novels he writes anymore."]

["..."]

[Bi Shuo did not respond to Chrysanthemum Douluo in his usual relaxed tone.]

[Chrysanthemum Douluo merely assumed that this perfect young bishop was finding their present situation difficult and thinking of a way out.]

[Bi Shuo's purple-gemstone-like eyes were now flashing with an eerie purple light that no one could see.]

[The Purple Gemstone set into the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist was even emitting wisps of purple stardust.]

["You have failed. You cannot lead these people who trust you out of this predicament. You will get them killed."]

["The path you pursue is not perfect, just like your elder sister..."]

["You once chose to swear loyalty to your elder sister because of your blood ties, but your elder sister disappointed you..."]

["You are not perfect..."]

[A few faint whispers reached his ears. Bi Shuo's body suddenly shuddered, and he instantly snapped awake.]

["I... just lost focus?"]

[Looking at his smooth, jade-like hands, a trace of confusion flashed through Bi Shuo's eyes.]

[Meanwhile, in the trenches, the Sons of Glory carried out Bi Shuo's orders, questioning as many survivors as possible in an attempt to find Ye Wuhen's whereabouts.]

[Unfortunately, it was as though Ye Wuhen had never existed. No one had seen him in the Star Dou Great Forest.]

[Time passed, bit by bit.]

[Out of fear of death, the atmosphere in the trenches grew increasingly oppressive.]

[At first, the surviving Soul Masters could still joke around and congratulate one another on having survived once again.]

[Those who were curious would also ask what special Soul Skills those Soul Masters who glowed red during battle had used, but all they got in response were equally bewildered looks from the people themselves.]

[Gradually, disorder began to spread through the camp.]

[With every minute that passed, the fear of death grew a little heavier.]

[The strength displayed by that hundred-thousand-year Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear was far too despair-inducing.]

[This despair brought Ye Wuhen, Grandfather's favored child, an unimaginable sense of delight.]

["Time to make preparations in advance. I've never used the Nurgle Daemon Army Grandfather gave me!"]

[Looking somewhat excited, Ye Wuhen rose eagerly to his feet as five pure green Soul Rings and one blackish-green Soul Ring bloomed in unison.]

["Descend... uh, tsk, tsk." His excitement abruptly faltered. Looking utterly bored, Ye Wuhen turned to look behind him. "You really do spoil the fun. No wonder Grandfather hates blue birds so much."]

[Within Ye Wuhen's sight, two people wearing Blue Bird masks and blue cloaks had slipped behind him at some unknown point and were watching him silently.]

["Roar!"]

[At one of their feet, a golden baby dragon bared its teeth, watching him warily, ready to hiss at any moment.]