Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 193 The Wheels Roll On!

"A noble skin!"

Klein stared at the bulky yet tall figure before him, his gaze heavy with seriousness.

Before landing on the island, he had already obtained some information about the Godskin Apostles and Godskin Nobles from the Embers.

Whether they are nobles or apostles, they all wear "clothes" made of smooth skin.

The only difference is that the "thin" ones are the apostles of the gods, while the "fat" ones are the nobles of the gods.

Regardless of their weight, their height and build far exceed those of ordinary people!

Because whether they are apostles or nobles, they are not human beings, but rather born "mythical creatures"!

And the strength of a 'Mythical Creature' is at least Sequence 4 or higher!

"According to the world's classification of strength, the Godskin Apostle is roughly equivalent to a Sequence 4 Saint, while the Godskin Noble is a complete mythical creature, corresponding to a Sequence 2 Angel."

Klein's mind was filled with the words of Ember, and he tensed up.

Let alone a noble with divine skin corresponding to an angel, he couldn't even handle a 'divine skin apostle' corresponding to a saint!

If he were to accidentally encounter such a situation, he would have to choose a good burial site to ensure the body remains intact.

Captain Airland finally reached them, panting heavily:

"Be careful, he is Bishop Miller. He has been bewitched by an evil god, and the church's priests, servants, and even extraordinary beings have all been murdered by him!"

"Bishop Miller?"

Klein's eyes flickered, and he instantly felt a sense of relief, as if the burden on his shoulders had been lifted considerably.

He had actually guessed that the "God-skinned Noble" in front of him was not a real God-skinned Noble. For example, the skin sewn on the other party's body was constantly dripping blood, which indicated that the other party's skinning skills were extremely poor and that it was probably his first time doing it.

Moreover, even their "equipment" is incomplete. For example, the God-skinned Noble shown by Ember wears a hood, and the other party also has a human head, which is even exposed. This is far inferior to the God-skinned Noble who possesses a "complete mythological creature form".

Therefore, this is most likely just an imitator of the God-skinned noble.

It's understandable, considering that hundreds of years ago, the Pope of the Church of Storms personally intervened, along with the Church of Night in a joint attack. Even if the Godskin Nobles were truly angels, under the combined attack of the two major churches, even an angel would find it difficult to survive.

However, before this, all of these were just speculations.

Receiving confirmation from Erlan himself finally put Klein's mind at ease.

Even the strongest bishop of the Church of Storms will not exceed Sequence 5. Some bishops in remote towns are even just low-sequence Extraordinaries.

Even within the Church of Storms, Sequence 5 Beyonders are extremely rare. Such individuals have incredibly promising futures, and the probability of them being assigned to Banshee Island is low, given its harsh and desolate appearance.

In other words, there is a high probability that the other party is sequence 6.

Even if the other party now believes in an evil god and has received certain blessings.

But Klein also possesses a large number of magical items, such as the Wriggling Hunger.

In other words...

"The advantage is in my hands!"

Klein took a deep breath, and confidence regained its footing.

The divination results indicate that the danger is not great, which means that the possibility of the danger being so great that he cannot cope with it is very small.

Although this "Bishop Miller" has an extremely imposing physique, his strength may not be as intimidating as his size suggests!

Upon realizing this, Klein immediately said:

"Captain Ellan, take them somewhere to hide."

"good!"

Upon hearing the words of the mad adventurer, Erlan took a deep breath, nodded solemnly, and called for the others to run towards the nearby alley.

Danitz glanced at the others and suddenly said, "Can you manage on your own?"

Klein glanced at him, causing Danitz to shrink back.

Ho ho!

The three-meter-tall 'Bishop Miller' remained motionless, but his rotting heads seemed unable to contain themselves any longer.

They roared like wild beasts and flew toward Klein with their mouths wide open!

Just then, a beam of brass light flew out from Klein's hand and shot into the distance.

Clang, clang, clang, the Azik copper whistle fell to the ground and bounced a few times.

With a whoosh, all the heads simultaneously changed direction, rushing towards the spot where the bronze whistle had stopped. It was as if the whistle held an immense attraction for them, an attraction that even made them ignore Bishop Miller's orders.

At the same time, a beam of holy light appeared out of nowhere, shining above the bronze whistle of Azik and enveloping all the heads that were lunging at it. These rotting heads, however, seemed oblivious to the threat, continuing to open their mouths wide and tear at the bronze whistle of Azik, as if trying to swallow it whole. But they had no stomachs; even if they did swallow it, it would slide out through the esophagus hanging below their heads.

However, before they could even touch the bronze whistle, the power of the holy light swiftly evaporated and dissolved them, leaving no trace. For these undead monsters, the extraordinary abilities of the Sun Sequence were their natural enemy!

The holy light came from behind Klein, from Danitz who was holding the sun brooch.

Klein was already writhing with hunger, and coincidentally, one of the souls within him was that of a 'Priest of Light,' making the Sun Brooch he had previously purchased seem somewhat redundant due to its overlapping power. Therefore, Klein simply lent the brooch to Danitz.

While using Holy Light, Danitz suddenly threw several fireballs at Bishop Miller!

Although Bishop Miller has done nothing so far, that doesn't change the fact that he's a monster. And Danitz didn't expect his fireballs to harm Bishop Miller, because those fireballs were meant for 'German Sparrow'!

Swish!

Sure enough, as the fireball hurtled towards Bishop Miller, Klein's figure flashed through the flames like a ghost. And the distance between him and Bishop Miller was constantly closing!

boom!

The fireball slammed into Bishop Miller, but had no effect whatsoever. Not only did it fail to leave a mark, it didn't even ignite the seemingly smooth, oily substance on the fresh human skin!

But besides these fireballs, another fireball brushed past the bloated and enormous Bishop Miller.

Klein's figure also quietly appeared within the fireball, circling around behind Bishop Miller.

However, his pupils suddenly contracted as soon as he appeared.

The instant he appeared, a long, black shadow, like a python, suddenly lashed out at his body—

It was a thick tail, a tail that the obese Bishop Miller had been hiding behind his back the whole time, and that suddenly launched an attack at this moment!

Snapped!

The tail lashed out at Klein, who couldn't dodge in time, but the next second his body quickly shrank, turning into a thin, tattered paper figure.

Klein's figure had already appeared two meters away, his gaze still fixed on Bishop Miller!

Suddenly, the glove on his left hand erupted with a long-suppressed hunger, wriggling and growing dark golden scales.

-

Bansi Island, Storm Church.

A woman with chestnut-brown, waist-length hair and a thin veil walked through a dark and solemn passageway, through a large prayer hall with an altar and a huge storm emblem composed of symbols such as gales, waves, and thunder, and finally arrived at the basement of the church.

Just like the Chanis Gate of the Church of the Night, the Church of the Storm also has similar 'buildings' used to store various extraordinary materials and sealed artifacts, and can also temporarily imprison heretics, heretics, cultists and members of secret organizations.

Furthermore, the layout of the underground spaces of any church is basically the same.

Therefore, Bernadette entered the underground area with ease and found a large door at the end of the passageway.

Inside the gate was a dark room with a wooden table in the center.

But at this moment, the wooden table was covered in mottled blood, and on the table was a blood-soaked saw, with a lot of flesh and skin tissue left behind from being cut in the saw's slits.

But these weren't what Bernadette was looking for, so she stepped past the table and went to the corner.

There was a desk there, which seemed to be used for office work.

On the desk lay a blue-covered notebook, its cover adorned with a storm emblem composed of symbols such as gales, waves, and thunder, but now it was marked with a large "X" in blood.

"Open it and take a look."

The doll on the woman's shoulder suddenly spoke.

Bernadette nodded slightly, and a green pea vine appeared out of thin air as she carefully opened the notebook.

The title page bears the name Miller, which undoubtedly indicates that it is the notebook of Bishop Miller.

With a quick flip through the pea vine, Bernadette soon found the clue she was looking for.

"The storm is above! This is blasphemy, naked blasphemy!"

"On Bansi Island, under the rule of the Storm Church, beneath the Storm Church itself, such horrifying blasphemy is hidden... This is simply..."

The bottom half of the page has obvious tear marks, and the recorded content has been completely erased.

Not only this page, but the following pages were completely torn up, leaving only jagged scraps of paper.

The diary entries that followed were completely different from what had been recorded before.

"Thank goodness! Thank goodness, God finally answered my prayer!"

"He granted me the ritual, enabling me to become a true messenger of God and carry out His will!"

"By the grace of God Skin! Praise be to you, God of Weather!"

"..."

"The despicable Storm believers have discovered the Lord's secret—what wonderful news! Now I have a legitimate reason to bring them into the church and into the Lord's embrace!"

"Damn it! Damn it! He actually rejected the Lord's kindness, refused to believe in our Lord, and even threatened to inform the Storm Church!"

"By God's skin, what blasphemy this is!"

"The Lord is forgiving, but His forgivingness has its limits! I will punish sinners in His place!"

"..."

"I killed him, I killed that foolish pastor who rejected the Lord's goodwill, I killed everyone! To prevent God's existence from being exposed, I must hold the ceremony as soon as possible to welcome the Lord's coming!"

"Ah! Power! Is this what power feels like? Power is gradually flowing into my body! Praise be to God!"

"Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Bravo, divine skin!"

"..."

The notes were filled with all sorts of frenzied statements, mostly meaningless praise and eulogy to the "divine skin," like the diary written by a mental patient, messy and disordered.

However, Bernadette still managed to extract some useful information from it, which can be summarized as follows:

Miller discovered something beneath the Church of Storms and considered it blasphemous, intending to report it to the Church's headquarters. However, something unexpected happened—perhaps due to being seduced by an evil god, or for some other reason. Ultimately, Bishop Miller chose not to betray the church and instead joined the evil god's ranks.

His belief in an evil god was discovered by a priest, which drove him mad and caused him to kill everyone.

And afterwards, a ceremony was held to transform himself into a "messenger of the gods," at least that's what Bishop Miller believed.

Even the diary records the ritual for becoming a "God's Skin Messenger"—

Kill seven extraordinary beings, make a robe from their skin, bury their heads in an altar, offer their flesh and blood as a sacrifice to the "great" weather god, and pray for the weather god's blessing in order to "grow" into a true "messenger of divine skin"!

The petite doll said in a flat tone:

"This is not the birth process of the God Skin Apostles; the only ritual they need is the Queen's embrace."

The birth of the Divine Skin Apostle is closely related to the Queen of Night-Colored Eyes. At the time of their birth, they receive the embrace of the Queen of Night-Colored Eyes. Only under the protection of the Queen of Night-Colored Eyes and Black Flame can they grow into true apostles and become the death of gods!

She had previously worked with the apostles of the gods and was quite familiar with this process.

If described using the extraordinary system of this world, every Divine Skin Apostle is a born mythical being. Possessing the Hundred Aspects of the Forge, they also possess the purest power, coupled with the black flames imbued with power by their destined death, making them true hunters of gods!

As for Miller.

It was merely a monster in human skin; its birth had absolutely nothing to do with the Apostle of God's Skin.

Theoretically it is.

But Miller did indeed exhibit some characteristics of the Crucible, which seemed to be bestowed upon him by the ritual.

Bernadette seemed thoughtful, and said softly:

"The Godskin Apostle suddenly appeared in this world several hundred years ago. Before that, the original religion of Bansi Island was the 'Weather God,' who was a Sequence 2 'Weather Mage' of the Hunter Path."

"In the rituals of this primitive religion, there are descriptions of sacrificing flesh and blood and burying the head in the altar. The rituals he performed seem to have intentionally combined these two aspects."

The one who seduced Miller and induced him to kill others was undoubtedly the weather god, and the one he worshipped was undoubtedly the weather god as well.

But why is he associated with "Godskin"?

Where did the myriad features of his body come from?

Bernadette frowned slightly, but then suddenly heard the petite doll's calm voice beside her:

"Atavism".

-

The battle continued, and suddenly, slippery, disgusting tentacles emerged from beneath Bishop Miller's robes made of human skin!

Snapped!

These tentacles were frantically pounding the ground and houses nearby, the terrifying force shattering the hard stone floors and collapsing the buildings! One can imagine that anyone struck by these tentacles would suffer an absolutely horrific fate!

But just as Klein was on guard against a new sneak attack, the tall and bulky Bishop Miller suddenly 'flipped' to the ground, as if he couldn't bear the weight of the extra tentacles.

Klein was puzzled, but then Bishop Miller suddenly started moving again!

The human skin on his body instantly collided and spun into a circle, turning him into a giant human wheel three meters long. Driven by an invisible force, it surged and rolled rapidly toward Klein, who was not far away!

In the blink of an eye, the seemingly bloated and obese body covered a distance of more than ten meters, pressing Klein down with the slippery tentacles that kept slapping the ground!

Snapped!

Klein's body was almost instantly flattened, and he was completely stuck to the ground, becoming as thin as paper.

Danitz's heart was in his throat until he noticed that the flattened Klein wasn't bleeding.

That paper-thin figure instantly transformed into a paper doll.

Klein reappeared, his gaze fixed on Bishop Miller, who was rolling away and beginning to circle back, his expression extremely solemn.

The opponent's speed is simply too fast!

He looked incredibly bloated, but it almost caught him off guard.

Even if he reacted, he wouldn't have time to dodge.

If it weren't for the paper doll substitute, he would probably be crushed into a meat patty by now!

Unless it's the 'Diviner' pathway or the 'Apprentice' pathway that allows teleportation, any other pathway's Sequence 6, or even Sequence 5, might not escape this 'roll'!

No wonder Ember had specifically warned him above the gray fog to be especially careful of the "Rolling Wheels" move. This move may seem simple and unadorned, but in reality, every step is breathtaking!

Rumble!

A tremendous roar echoed across the silent night sky as heavy, human-powered wheels rolled swiftly across the street, cracking any stone slabs they struck, leaving a dense, spiderweb-like network of fissures covering the entire street.

As if sensing that Klein was not dead, the fat wheel actually turned a corner and came back!

boom! boom! boom!

The once-solid wall was smashed through in an instant, with broken bricks flying everywhere. Bishop Miller, undeterred, smashed through another wall, then the next house, and then another!

After smashing through six houses, Bishop Miller finally managed to turn around and steer the rolling object back towards Klein!

Although Klein had extra paper figures on hand, their attack, while fierce, wasn't a significant threat. However, Klein had no idea if his opponent's "Rolling Wheels" attack had a limit, and he couldn't afford to waste time!

Klein's eyes narrowed, and a brilliant light shone from his left hand.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned back and opened his arms as if embracing the sun.

A thick, pure, and blazing beam of light descended from the sky, landing on Bishop Miller and completely enveloping him.

Sequence 5, "Priest of Light"!

The surroundings became as bright as day, but Bishop Miller continued rolling relentlessly. He defied the purification of the holy light, madly rolling towards Klein!

He knew very well that as long as Klein was killed, the holy light would also disappear!

boom!

Bishop Miller crashed through the wall and into a house, where he became stuck.

It seemed to have lost its momentum and could no longer roll, its tentacles thrashing weakly against the ground.

But before that, he had already crushed Klein into a meat patty thinner than paper—

However, this time it was still a paper figure.

Klein raised his glove expressionlessly and once again cast a holy light upon Bishop Miller.

Finally, under the Holy Light's continuous and relentless 'purification'.

Bishop Miller's body began to evaporate, first his skin, then his tentacles, and finally his flesh!

When the brilliant beam of light disappeared, all that remained on the ground was a thin robe made of human skin. Beneath the robe was a pool of writhing tentacles and flesh. The tentacles pounded the ground and tried to lift the robe up, attempting to put it back on.

Even at this point, Bishop Miller was still alive; his vitality was stronger than ever before!

But this actually benefited Klein, because he was just about to feed the wriggling hunger.

Klein approached "Bishop Miller" and extended his gloved left hand. A silent crack appeared in the palm of the glove, from which two rows of illusory, white teeth grew, frantically devouring Bishop Miller's remaining flesh, bones, and spirit.

In the end, only a robe remained on the ground, a robe made of human skin.

click!

The two rows of teeth that grew out of the gloves suddenly bit down hard on a corner of the robe.

(End of this chapter)