Chapter 763 - 350: Do Revived Gods Get Hemorrhoids?

"It’s unexpectedly monotonous..."

Lu Wenwu walked upon the Skeleton Blood Bridge, now turned into a road. With each step he took, bones unable to withstand the pressure crumbled into the most primitive form of the Power of Faith.

He tread upon this land that bore the dreams and best wishes of countless believers, yet he only felt that it was monotonously dull here.

The legendary thieves active through various eras spent thousands of years building this dreamland.

But now, only a cramped ruin remained.

If one must say there was something left related to the Divine Country...

Perhaps, the last remaining Blood Shadow Servant, Blood Demon Bra, could be counted as one.

It is said only the most powerful believers could enter the Divine Country after death, defeating all contemporary souls to achieve this special glory.

They are beings that can serve God closely, the most intimate beings of God, equivalent to angels in the Divine Kingdom of Light.

In other words, Blood Demon Bra actually embodies two legends.

The Blood Demon who can bestow powerful Magic Talent upon a person.

And the Blood Shadow Servant of the Divine Country.

After understanding that the Power of Faith achieves its ultimate goal through reality distortion, Lu Wenwu no longer held any ill-will toward the notorious Blood Demon Bra.

In fact...

There was a faint sense of sorrow.

Faith and Legend can forge Myths, can distort reality.

But they cannot truly revive the dead souls.

Nor can they make a soul eternally indestructible in its physical form before achieving Divinity Transformation, without accommodating Divine Power.

Naturally, they also cannot create a Blood Demon who possesses an Undying Body and strange powers.

The legend of the Divine Country is essentially just the Power of Faith transformed into Divine Power, creating a void puppet that should not exist with more potent reality distortion power.

To create using the template of a real person.

When faith is severed, Divine Power dissipates, and these created beings just like the Divine Country, shatter and fade away, vanishing from this world.

The same goes for Blood Demon Bra.

The Blood Chosen One, Pope of the Blood and Dark Night Church, Great Divine Mage, Ten-Ring Arcane Master, Magic God Bra who betrayed the Magick Magic Academy many years ago, has long died.

What remains alive now is merely a living puppet named Blood Demon Bra, forcibly created by the Blood Demon legend, a living puppet acting according to behavior logic customized by Thought Power.

This is why he continuously causes trouble for countless years, attacking Magick Magic Academy, yet never truly causing significant losses.

Merely playing the role of a clown-like ghost story among students, an atmosphere group with some but not much harm.

He possesses all of Bra’s memories, possesses incredible powers, and can even cast magic and Divine Art in a soul state.

However, he is not truly Bra.

Just a "faith" clone strongly warped by Thought Power, the kind with modified thinking patterns.

Like a classic Hollywood movie trope.

When there is only one clone, and this clone possesses all memories, it will not think of itself as a clone, but as the original.

As the Eye of True Sight once provided the analysis.

[Magic Fusion]

[Blood Demon Bra, retained in the world in a strange soul form after merging Blood Divine Skill and magic, arcane]

Retained, not alive.

The Child of the Earth with special Talent, only needs a strong enough will to form a small "thought wave," possessing a certain level of mind-over-matter power.

This power is called magic.

A thought wave formed by a group of Children of the Earth is also magic, only it is joint spellcasting.

So, in the analysis of Blood Demon Bra at that time, [Magic Fusion] was the given descriptor.

His existence is merely a magical agglomerate formed by Thought Power.

Approaching the towering structure known as Shadow Castle.

Truth be told, Lu Wenwu felt this building somewhat resembled a castle belonging to a certain gray Wolf King in shape, especially the lower parts.

It just looked slightly distorted.

Upon thinking about how in the description of believers, the God of Blood and Night would eternally sit here, Lu Wenwu felt a bit overwhelmed.

Sitting here for thousands of years... wouldn’t that drive one insane from boredom?

I wonder if God could get hemorrhoids.

It’s a topic worth exploring.

If all the believers of a certain sect firmly believed their God would get hemorrhoids, would the God really get hemorrhoids?

Lu Wenwu had a hard time controlling his divergent thoughts.

On his wrist, Blood Demon Bra was still incessantly chattering, excitedly recounting the past glories of the God of Blood and Night.

The castle’s doors were tightly shut, seemingly resolutely refusing all outside visitors.

After a moment of silent contemplation, Lu Wenwu suddenly kicked.

"Bang!"

The thick, dark door exploded like rotten wood that had been left for too long, bursting into a cloud of scattered black ash and some already inconsistent Power of Faith.

Blood Demon Bra was dumbfounded by what he saw, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"You... you just kicked the door open like that?"

"This... this... this is the door to Shadow Castle! It’s the core gateway of the Blood and Dark Night Divine Kingdom, it’s my lord’s..."