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Chapter 115. The Sadness of Edric

"Cough cough cough..."

Her response was another heavy cough from the other end of the phone. Her brother tried to sound as relaxed as possible as he said:
"The enemy was a bit fierce, but my brother just defeated them... There's nothing I can do, I'm just a working man too. My boss usually treats me well, so I have to do my best to protect him in times of crisis."

Jiang Jianxin twitched his lips:

“The workers here aren’t as loyal as you. They’d love to tear their bosses apart.”

The young man on the other end of the phone chuckled wearily, his laughter muffled and unclear. Jiang Jianxin felt his voice growing weaker and weaker, the last syllable brushing against his eardrum like a feather. After a while, he heard heavy coughing and painful vomiting of blood.

"I have a feeling that you're not doing well. What happened...? Would you mind telling me?"

Jiang Jianxin was still somewhat worried about Edric's situation. In the previous few phone calls, the young man's voice had been calm and polite, but this was the first time he had sounded so disheveled.

The young man on the other end of the phone gagged a few times, vomited blood, and then, after catching his breath, seemed to have recovered and spoke in a clearer voice:

"Well, this matter is quite complicated... You know, I am a believer after all. During the fight earlier, the enemy summoned a divine avatar to descend in person. As a human, I was no match for it and only suffered minor injuries."

"But it's not a big problem, sister, don't worry... My lord is the god of death and silence, and the Gates of Hell is the gate to his mansion—no matter how many times I jump over it, I will never die."

Jiang Jianxin felt both angry and heartbroken upon hearing this. She said unhappily:

"Their god descended in a avatar; didn't the one you worship descend to help you?"

She thought it was just a friendly competition between humans, but she never expected the religious conflict to be so intense, with even divine intervention.

No wonder she was so lively and a bit cheeky, while her brother was beaten up and left panting like this.

“I made a request to my Lord to descend, asking only for a clone to come down… but the dead god did not respond.”

The young man looked somewhat aggrieved, but then added, as if to comfort himself:

"Well... that's understandable. The God is often away traveling, so maybe he's just... busy."

Because of the silence of the God of Death, he had to face the church's siege and the descending enemy god alone, while also protecting the Temple of Death.

Edric lost count of how many times he had died, resurrected and died again and again, his whole body filled with the excruciating pain of broken bones, crushed flesh, and then reformation.

Logically speaking, even if he could resurrect infinitely, facing so many enemies, it would be difficult for a wizard like him to defend the Temple of Deathly Silence.

Fortunately, as clever as Edric is, he knows that his boss loves to play and doesn't like to stay at home, and also likes to make a bunch of enemies for him. As his only believer, he knows that one day he will have to clean up his messes.

Therefore, he prepared a little trick in advance—he acquired a copy of "The Complete Book of Ancient Forbidden Techniques," which contained powerful forbidden techniques that involved sacrificing lives to obtain heavenly power.

And so, relying on his boss being a five-star general who could kick him back to the mortal realm no matter what he did, Edric studied the forbidden book frame by frame and used it page by page.

Even now, with his body covered in wounds, after several days of bloody battle, he has finally single-handedly defeated a thousand men, sweeping across all sides and protecting the boss's lair.

Having just cleaned up the mess left by his awful boss and stepped off the battlefield, before he could even rest for a moment, he remembered his missing and troublesome younger sister.

At that moment, Edric's broken body leaned against the altar pillar, and the blood-red moonlight cast a long shadow through the cracks in the dome.

The left side of his body looked as if it had been devoured by a giant beast, with shattered shoulder blades protruding through the flesh and three broken ribs like broken swords stuck in the flesh, stirring up blood foam between his organs with each breath.

Cold sweat mixed with blood congealed on his chin, dripping onto the stone bricks with a pitter-patter sound.

His bloodied fingertips traced broken lines on the phone screen, with fresh blood constantly gushing from the crack in his hand.

When he finally pressed the last number, his sweaty back had left winding bloodstains on the stone pillar relief.

In the silent temple, the ancient statue looked down with its empty eye sockets at his trembling fingers as he slowly pressed the call button, and tried to smile.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Jianxin's face was flushed with anger, and her fists were cracking. She hadn't expected her brother to suffer such a great injustice.

Back in Zhenbei City, she saw the God of Death converting vengeful spirits and thought he was a good god. In the end, he turned out to be cold-hearted, unreliable, and didn't take his followers seriously at all.

"To make a human fight against a god's avatar—is this something a god would do to his own followers?!" Jiang Jianxin puffed out his cheeks, asking with a mixture of anger and sympathy for him.

"Now that you're injured, has that God of Death bestowed any power upon you to heal you?"

The young man gave a bitter smile:

"It's okay, I'm about to die..."

—After dying, he can be resurrected, and all his pain will disappear, and he will be able to jump around again.

Upon hearing that her older brother was about to die, Jiang Jianxin immediately became anxious. She racked her brains for a moment, and finally said hastily:

"Brother, I'm hanging up now. Check my WeChat messages later."

"beep……"

"beep……"

The phone remained on the hang-up screen. Edric leaned against a stone pillar, sensing the life force slowly draining from his body. Sitting in a pool of blood, he stared blankly at the blood-red moon outside the hall through his shattered monocle.

Although he could be resurrected, each death was accompanied by pain, and perhaps because he had died too many times, he became increasingly numb.

"Buzz-"

The phone vibrated slightly. Edric opened the WeChat messaging app and saw his sister's avatar shaking.

[Jiang Jianxin]: [Flash Image]

He clicked on the picture his younger sister had sent him.

After pressing and holding for three seconds, the mosaic on the animated image will disappear, revealing the content inside.

It was the cover of a white diary, with a smiling long-haired angel on it.

The moment the image fully unfolded before the young man's eyes, a jade-green light poured out from the screen.

The translucent light waves, like the tides of mid-spring, carried the sweet fragrance unique to the first blooming of the crabapple blossoms, completely engulfing him in a mist of light.

Adric's pupils trembled slightly, and before he could even cry out in surprise, he felt a warm sensation rising in his chest.

A soft, creaking sound came from the broken bone, and a warm current spread from my heart to my limbs and bones.

He instinctively pressed his ribs, but only felt smooth, intact skin. The horrific wound from before was as smooth as morning frost wiped away by moonlight.

The phone screen is still lit, but the animated image on it has stopped working.

Fine specks of light fell on his still bloodstained eyelashes. The young man opened his palm in a daze, staring at the fluorescent green light dancing between his fingers, until the lingering tingling sensation at his fingertips reminded him that this was not a hallucination caused by excessive blood loss.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

Suddenly, three bells rang out from the Temple of Deathly Silence. Six hundred meters away, the church members who were surrounding the Temple of Deathly Silence like a tide showed expressions of fear.

"The Temple of Deathly Silence... why is it making a sound?"

"Could it be that the God of Death has descended?"

"This……"

Someone waved their hand first, and the church's army retreated silently.

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