Chapter 583: The Reaper

"I need you to make people believe that I am the Perpetual Observer, they just need to believe, not worship..."

Changing their faith was somewhat unrealistic, and the people controlled by Cecelia were primarily from the Uridia Kingdom. If she really did that, the God of Night and Thunder would instantly lose a massive amount of faith, and would be crushed by the God of Vows and Wind.

This wasn't what Loren wanted to see.

"Alright."

Cecelia acknowledged. After being satisfied, Cecelia appeared very calm, calmly analyzing the current situation.

"So, you plan to leave?"

The situation was urgent now; Loren wouldn't stay with her for long.

Loren needed to find his witches as quickly as possible, then launch an attack on the Orthodox Gods.

"Yes, do you want to come with me?"

Cecelia staying here would be more helpful to Loren, but Loren also respected her opinion.

Cecelia and Loren had known each other for a long time, but they had spent the least amount of time together.

"Forget it, I'll continue to stay here. The Uridia Kingdom has advanced equipment, so my Arcane Ability's efficiency will be better.

"All I need is to hold a concert, and I can influence an entire city of people..."

"Alright..."

Sure enough, Cecelia ultimately chose the option that would help Loren the most.

"I've worked you hard..."

In a sense, Cecelia was the one who most resembled the mother of this family. She was responsible for earning money to support the family, while Loren was responsible for taking care of the kids.

She also bore the most responsibility for this family, yet rarely came home...

However, all of this was premised on Mirrorheart only wanting to work hard and not wanting to be some kind of official wife or mother...

"Then I'll be going first. We'll meet again soon, trust me.

"Once all of this is over, we can be together forever."

"Mm."

Cecelia softly acknowledged. She had remained extremely calm throughout, showing no extreme or cowardly behavior.

"Goodbye..."

Loren let out a sigh. He had only just reunited with Cecelia, and now he had to leave again.

There was nothing to be done about it, but at least they had confirmed that each other was safe.

"Not staying for a few more rounds before you go?"

Seeing Loren about to leave, Veronica quickly caught up with his pace.

"..."

Loren didn't reply, he merely knocked Veronica on the head.

...

"We'll take this route, pass through the God of Pain's territory, spread my name there, and then head to the Gedlan Kingdom...

"Once we arrive at the Gedlan Kingdom, there's a good chance we'll see Anna and the others..."

Thinking of this, Loren unconsciously sped up. The moment he walked out the door, he brought Veronica into the air with him.

After reaching the Gedlan Kingdom, Loren didn't plan to leave for a while. He wanted to use it as a hideout, waiting for the other witches to come find him.

Of course, if a Orthodox God really did risk being ambushed and killed by other Orthodox Gods to come after Loren, Loren would still have to run.

Loren felt he needed to be more cautious. Right now, he was roughly equivalent to the Observer, and his previous experience as a Player was no longer useful.

In the eyes of the gods, the Perpetual Observer and the Player weren't even the same level of threat.

So much so that the nine Orthodox Gods were even willing to join forces against Loren, and in the end, the God of Light and Fire even personally entered the fray.

"Master..."

Veronica's voice interrupted Loren's thoughts. Under high-speed flight, her voice wasn't very clear.

"What is it?"

Loren looked ahead and continued flying at high speed.

"What were you doing with Cecelia earlier? She seemed very happy. Can we try it too?"

"..."

Loren, who was in mid-flight, suddenly lost his balance and spun several circles in the air before regaining stability, making Veronica dizzy from the spinning.

"We'll talk about that kind of thing later. At the very least, I need to find the other witches first..."

"Alright..."

Veronica accepted this readily. She hugged Loren's neck tightly, pressing even closer, which helped reduce air resistance and increase their flight speed.

"The lights down here are so beautiful..."

During the flight, Veronica could only see the lights flashing below, but even so, that was enough to shock Veronica.

Before she met Loren, she had been idling around in the God of Freedom's territory. At most, she had only seen some light bulbs, and had never seen the colorful lights down below.

She only saw the lights, not the darkness hidden beneath them. But with her personality, even if she had seen those cruel scenes, she wouldn't have felt anything.

As long as it didn't affect her and Loren, she didn't care whether others lived or died.

So Loren had absolutely no intention of showing her these things, he simply replied lightly:

"Mm, once we kill the God of Night and Thunder, the whole world can have lights like these. We can even install them in our own home."

Although it was possible to do so now, Loren could no longer live a normal life.

During the journey, Loren brought Veronica down to the ground for a meal, and spent the rest of the time traveling.

A few hours later, Loren arrived at the God of Pain's territory.

Thorncrown Kingdom, Royal Capital.

Due to the war, the atmosphere here was extremely oppressive.

Though it hadn't been much better than this before either. The Followers of Pain couldn't feel pain, living like the walking dead.

Conscription was happening everywhere here. Their methods were simple and crude - grab a young man on the street, stuff him into a carriage, and send him directly to the front lines.

They didn't even need training; just hand out a spear and they could go to the battlefield.

Because they couldn't feel pain, and had strong self-healing abilities, these hastily conscripted militiamen were actually slightly stronger than the regular armies of other churches.

Strong, but not by much. They couldn't feel pain, but they could feel fear. If casualties reached a certain level, they would still rout, and in this regard, they were actually inferior to regular armies.

Loren's wanted list was also plastered everywhere here, making the already oppressive atmosphere even more suffocating.

For ordinary people, the news of Loren's return was undoubtedly a horror story.

At this point, Loren made absolutely no attempt to hide. He just walked openly into the tavern.

He planned to have a meal here and gather some information on the side.

There weren't many people in the tavern. The church often came here to grab people, so only a few skinny or crippled men were drinking here.

Loren listened to their conversations, but most of it was meaningless.

Loren did catch one useful piece of information: the "Battlefield Butcher" had joined the battlefield as a Follower of Pain.

Loren remembered him. That man had a Cursed Blade named [Bloodbattle]. Killing people made him stronger, so he kept killing wherever he went.

Since Loren had shown both of his eyes this time, people didn't recognize him immediately, or rather, they couldn't believe this was Loren.

Until a small figure in a black robe sat down beside Loren.

"Loren, killed by the God of Light and Fire four years ago, now resurrected..."

Loren followed the voice and saw a small hand painted with black nail polish. Its owner was short in stature, with a hint of baby fat on her face, and a blank expression.

The most eye-catching feature was the Inverted Cross pattern beneath her eyes.

"The Reaper?"