Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 1087: Section 682: Who Knows (7)

Chapter 1087: Section 682: Who Knows (7)

What is death?

It is a purgatory where one cannot read, cannot write, cannot laugh or sorrow, even the strong, even the envoys of the gods must face death one day.

Believers may have envoys to guide them, but... in Constance’s perception, even when falling into the abyss, he still doesn’t see any envoys, no one to lead him, Constance screams silently in endless descent, until light appears again before him.

Awakened from death, Constance Federon, enduring the intense pain in his chest, turned around and saw the square-eared figure standing there... no, it wasn’t Malin, though they all had square ears, this child’s eyes were icy cold, the dagger in his hand still dripping blood, Constance’s blood.

"I have no enmity with the Lord of Justice, you must be His Divine Envoy, why do you want to kill me!"

The Divine Arts repaired Constance’s lungs, allowing him to speak, but the difference in class instinctively made him feel threatened, and the threat taught him to yield.

"You, as a Divine Envoy, threatened Constantine the Sage, that shouldn’t be, as a Divine Envoy, you should understand that this violates our Lord’s taboo, this time you are lucky to survive under my blade." The small envoy of the Lord of Justice said as he sheathed the dagger, turning to glance at the corner: "Why not kill you, it’s simple, there are others who will."

Constance turned around, feeling the cold killing intent from the Divine Envoy of the Noble God, seeing a young man who shouldn’t be here.

"Constance Federon, I originally thought there would be no intersection between us." Malin shook his head as he walked out of the alley: "You shouldn’t have threatened my old friend Constantine Julius, you know he has a family, a despair that cannot betray but must betray me... you were wrong, you made an upright man bend, you forced an honest man to lie, all this just because of you and your so-called deity."

"He is just a mortal, even if he is a kin of the Goddess of Fate... And you, Malin, you have already become an enemy of my Lord!" Constance had no choice but to say this, because he saw the divinity within Malin.

Standing before him was already a deity in preparation.

Constance didn’t know how Malin had become a god, whether it was the soldiers in the North awaiting salvation, or the civilians in Carterburg singing his praises at meals, or even... he could become a god with such ease.

How unfair fate is, Constance tried his best, yet failed to become Legendary, ultimately surviving by taking the opportunity to become a Divine Envoy.

Thinking of this, Constance took out his Longsword from his Spatial Bag: "I will never beg the enemy for mercy."

"Nor will I be lenient to an enemy." Malin said, a pair of gauntlets forming around his hands.

Constance attacked first, instantly thrusting his sword at Malin, but it was deflected by Malin’s left hand, the next second a leg whip landed on Constance’s head, flipping him sideways, Constance hadn’t reacted before Malin shoulder-tackled him into a wall.

The strong constitution of a Divine Envoy did not let Constance die instantly, but before he could extricate himself from the fallen wall bricks, Malin used Spiritual Energy to pull him in front again.

His left arm was broken, there was no response from below the waist, internal bleeding was in the abdomen, massive fractures beneath the ribs, and the skull on the right side was deformed... Constance counted his injuries, concluded that if he did not deal with them, he would have to die a second time.

"Just because I became a god, your master hastily wants to kill me?" Malin’s question was like murmuring, with his neck grasped by Spiritual Energy, Constance smiled — he could only smile, feeling his life fading rapidly.

Is this the Hero God?

This world must have gotten something wrong.

With such regret, Constance felt he couldn’t see anything anymore.

In the Church’s chanting, when one dies, they would see the envoy as the guide, but Constance still hasn’t seen anything, his vision gradually darkened, until the final moment came, still no envoy arrived.

Is it because I am too useless, it must be, I certainly could not fulfill my lord’s task...

I... truly am a sinner...

......

Malin released his hand, the Divine Envoy before him did not fall into the abyss of distortion even in the last moment, even though his deity did not appear, even though this man ultimately went to death, he continued to pray, praying for the redemption that would never come.

·You are shaming your doctrine, Monsa!

Malin called out the name of the Noble God, the most direct provocation.

·You shouldn’t watch your Divine Envoy die like this! This coward!

Malin watched Constance’s breathing grow rapid, his heartbeat faster and more erratic.

In the crevice between the spiritual realm and reality, filled with ghosts and spirits wanting to snatch this soul, they cautiously gazed at Malin, showing utmost respect for power and greatest consideration for their own lives, they did not rush out.

But as more different kinds appeared, even the light around gradually faded.

"Sir Malin." The voice of the Lord of Justice’s Divine Envoy, came from nowhere.

·I said, let there be light.