Their state was clearly abnormal. Previously, there was at least some rationality among them, but now every one of them had glowing eyes, their movements sluggish, creating an eerie scene.
They formed a triangular formation around Wood, chanting spells faster and faster. The Contract Knights seemed insane, as if they were willing to die right there.
“God… God… Your brilliance… Your believers… God, God, God.”
The pace of their chanting accelerated, almost to a frantic pitch. The magic circle emitted a strange white light, blindingly bright, obscuring the figures of these people, making them hard to identify.
Rusnian frowned; this looked nothing like the Church of the Radiant God. Some might believe this was akin to a magical cult practicing demonic arts.
Soon, the Contract Knights simultaneously spat out blood, their bodies slightly floating in the air, and an intense light exploded from their chests. Wood gazed dreamily towards the source of the light.
A strand of light converged to form a human-shaped shadow. It was enormous, with an unclear face, glaringly dazzling.
The Contract Knights seemed to feel no pain; they all looked toward the shadow, their expressions solemn.
The destiny of the Contract Knights was to sacrifice their lives for the Radiant God; their entire existence was to summon the deity.
From the very beginning, they were infused with this ideology, and all the knights took pride in becoming the vessel for the Radiant God, even if the deity only appeared for a brief minute.
Rusnian was also curious. He slightly raised his head to look at the Radiant God; the brightness was overwhelming, and he couldn’t help but blink.
The light on the Contract Knights grew stronger, their vitality waning, while in contrast, the enormous shadow became clearer, seemingly perfectly matching the people’s perception of the Radiant God.
Tall, shining, filled with brilliance.
But at this moment, none of them showed any respect for the deity.
The god, who appeared by consuming the lives of his followers, inspired only fear.
As if frozen in place, everyone’s gaze was not on the Radiant God, but rather on the ten Contract Knights below.
Their breaths had weakened to the point of almost being undetectable, their core nearly shattered, and the blood they spat out was nearly dyeing their clothes red.
If this continued, waiting until the god truly manifested, they might lose their lives.
Some people could not bear to turn their heads, unwilling to witness such a brutal scene.
The world only knew the Radiant God possessed infinite brilliance, yet did not realize that every second of His appearance burned the lives of His followers.
“Rongqing… activate the high alert mode,” Rusnian said as he stepped out of the shop, slowly approaching the enormous shadow.
“Affirmative, high alert mode activated.”
As Rusnian came closer to the shadow, the system’s forced intervention took effect.
The shadow in the air, continually materializing, suddenly stuttered, flickering like a television with poor reception.
Wood was ecstatic, completely unaware that the Radiant God he hoped for behind him had disconnected. Seeing Rusnian approach, he laughed arrogantly, “You’re clever, but it’s too late to beg for mercy now, right? The Radiant God will personally eliminate you, hahaha.”
He didn’t notice, but the crowd hiding nearby was watching as the deity’s form grew increasingly illusory.
As Rusnian took a step forward, the shadow seemed to blur, and the strong light returned to the Contract Knights instead.
The knights’ vitality began to recover significantly; they were pulled back from the brink of death, their chests starting to rise and fall again.
Many people watched this scene, marveling at what seemed like a miracle.
The Radiant God brought death, but the demon brought rebirth and hope.
The light that made the Radiant God appear so sanctified came from the lives of the followers he consumed.
In contrast, the demon had no adornments, with abyss-like black hair and eyes, strands falling haphazardly, evoking a color of hope.
The strong contrast between light and dark made many people instinctively cover their faces, their eyes stinging.
What is a god? It should protect its believers, not harm those who wholeheartedly believe in it.
That is not a god; that is sheer greed and selfishness, the true essence of a demon.
Rusnian soon drew close to the enormous, now illusory shadow.
Standing before the immense form of the deity, Rusnian appeared so small, yet the aura around him surpassed all, guiding attention to him irresistibly.
Wood was completely ignored. He finally sensed something was off, turning around to angrily reprimand Rusnian, but his words got stuck in his throat as he glanced at the increasingly weakened form of the god, unable to get a sound out.
In his heart, he had long viewed the Radiant God as an omnipotent being; how could he see the deity appearing so feeble?
Yes, he knew that the god’s appearance required the sacrifice of the Contract Knights, but so what?
It was their honor to sacrifice for the Radiant God. Ordinary humans could not be compared to the divine.
This secret was known only to the Cardinal level of the Church of the Radiant God, meant to prevent these ignorant peasants from tarnishing the sanctity of the deity!
Every day, they instilled in the Contract Knights that giving everything, including their lives, for the Radiant God was for the sake of this continent.
Truly despicable, this vile demon… no, these people must die! They absolutely cannot let this information leak.
Wood gritted his teeth, seeing the god’s figure become increasingly illusory, on the verge of disappearing. Suddenly, he began to chant a spell.
“％￥#％……￥……％&*&……％￥#@￥￥％”
A mysterious language, obscure and hard to understand, tumbled from his lips, as if carrying a strange magnetic field that rippled gently, exuding immense force, causing even the distant onlookers to feel a sense of daze.
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