I can sing the mourning song of the God of Healing.

Most of the gods in the kind-hearted camp are quite furry and have a moral and spiritual obsession with cleanliness. Most of the hymns of good gods will not have any bad consequences for evil people (except for some good gods who hate evil and have the ability to drive away evil and break demons), but members of the evil camp cannot sing them, as singing them can easily lead to problems.

That's right, the gods are very busy every day, with countless believers praying to them. It's not easy to listen to them all. But the evil singing hymns is a serious provocation and can easily reach the ears of the good gods. It's just that the rulers of the heavens don't care about you. If you feel bad today and want to argue, it's a very deadly thing.

To give the simplest and most brutal example, a legendary thief who was so audacious as to hum hymns while killing a priest was killed by the corpse of the priest who had crawled up - the priest's God of Justice, who believed in justice, paid a considerable price to surrender on the corpse, tore the thief apart with his hands, and hung the corpse on the temple. This move is certainly considered very unworthy by many other gods, but you never know to what extent a god who decides not to lose face and does not care about gains and losses can be unworthy.

It is not feasible to judge right from wrong by whether one can sing hymns, and those who refuse to sing hymns are not necessarily evil. There are many gods in the world. They have existed for such a long time, so their love and hatred become a mess, which is no easier than the aristocrats in a chaotic palace. There are also many conflicts between good gods, let alone neutral gods. Take the God of Healing as an example, she is at odds with the neutral God of Death. If a believer of the God of Death were to sing the hymn of the God of Healing, not to mention the God's displeasure, the believer would first consider such a request as an insult and immediately resort to violence.

But those who can sing hymns definitely do not belong to the evil camp.

For example, me.

I once wore a black robe and appeared on many wanted lists, although my nickname is now embarrassing to use. Well, they call me 'The Blade of Rachel', which shows the importance of Rachel's reputation. His name can be used as an adjective. I have done a lot of bad things, doing whatever it takes, and can be called a master apprentice. If the pastor knew who I am, she probably wouldn't be so surprised.

Speaking of which, if she knew who I was, this naive little girl might have doubts about the whole world and questioned why someone like me could remain neutral.

But whether it's the world or people's hearts, it's not something that's black and white in the first place.

The study of good and evil, which combines theology and philosophy, is so complex that it cannot be discussed for days and nights. It is as simple as a detection spell that can solve it, although the principles of detection spells in factions are still widely debated. I think this question is extremely boring. Instead of discussing these things, I would rather tell a few more gossip about the gods or vulgar jokes. The wandering poets are good at it.

The mourning song for the God of Healing is very short, and it only takes a little over a minute to sing it all. In theory, there could still be a few minutes of silence, but that's enough. The young pastor probably wouldn't want me to stand beside her and observe her silence. I took off her shawl, covered her face with a veil of sorrow, and stood up again to move forward.

Two steps away is Rachel's laboratory.

The door was violently damaged and now it opens with just a push. I saw the guy who was probably Edward on the wall not far away.

Miss Reverend Edward is not the pale faced person I thought he was, at least for now, he looks very... unsightly. The densely packed blood red thorns covered his swollen skin to the extreme, resembling ferocious tattoos and parasitic plants emerging from his body. Edward's body is now as strong as a stitched beast, with an unusually thick right hand and a sharp steel knife at the position where his fingers should have been. Against the backdrop of this massive body, the head that still resembled a human appeared very small, his face twisted severely, and his angry eyes welled up with blood and tears.

Blood oath.

If your hatred is too deep-seated, if your enemies are too powerful, then believe in the God of Revenge. Give a normal life, give all hope, become a blood oath taker, and perhaps have the possibility of revenge. Blood oath takers exchange their power at a high cost, but more importantly, they can 'smell' the trail of their enemies. This perception is sometimes unreasonable, able to cross mountains and rivers, break through seemingly perfect disguises, and come to the enemy who destroys their lives.

It sounds exciting, but that's just what happens when we actually meet.

This is not the first time I have seen blood oath takers. As a member of the former Great Demon King's henchmen, they are commonly seen as debt collectors from gambling families. The sensing ability of blood oath takers is similar to the premonition of blood fortune tellers, and the actual useful times are very few. The situation of 'running around the world and finally finding the toothpick used by the enemy' is very common. It is a pipe dream to use this perception to chase after a mage who can teleport around the world and stay in the subspace mage tower all year round. Not to mention the limited power increase brought by blood oath, finding Rachel is just a gift.

For example, now.

Rachel finally left the mage tower hidden in the subspace and transformed into a succubus due to some reasons. Her spell casting ability was temporarily greatly reduced by interference, and she hasn't had much to eat yet. However, even so, she is more than enough to deal with Edward who came knocking on her door.

The laboratory is a bit messy, which fully reflects the decent strength of the Blood Oath and the twelve point effort put in in this battle. Unfortunately, it only ends here. Rachel was unharmed, and the Blood Swear was nailed to the wall with a magic spear, his feet off the ground, like a hedgehog hanging from a coat rack. I was surprised to find that he is still alive. Wow, it's really amazing to persist for so long.

Before he could finish thinking, his head was crushed by an invisible force.

The Soul taking Hand took out the angry soul of the Blood Oath taker and locked it tightly like a prison. I waited for Rachel's next move, but he didn't move.

As soon as I walked in, Rachel's gaze brushed against me. He glanced at the soul gathered at my fingertips along my line of sight, then glanced out at the pastor lady on the ground and sneered at me.

I can't bear it, can I? "He said.

I quickly spread my hand and asked him to do as he pleased. I pressed my body against the wall at the door, trying to minimize my presence, hoping that he would treat me as if I had never entered the door. Unfortunately, Rachel had no intention of letting me go. He turned to me and lifted his hand.

Are you asking for mercy? "He said," On behalf of that pastor, beg me to spare Edward's soul

He certainly knows everything that happens outside the door.

You can't let him go, "I said objectively and rationally." The pursuit of the Blood Oath Warriors is endless. If we don't eradicate them, they can easily turn into undead and continue to seek revenge. To deal with the Blood Oath Warriors, we should kill them, burn their bodies, and dispel their souls

Very good, just like what I taught, "Rachel's tone didn't seem to imply any praise." So, what do you think

The God of Magic is above, and my mentor has realized that I have my own ideas. How inspiring. I sighed with a premonition that this conversation couldn't end soon, and answered honestly, "I think he's quite miserable. After you finish dealing with him, I will find a place to bury his ashes and those of the poor girl outside the door

A person who becomes a blood oath taker must have a deep hatred towards their target of pursuit.

This is what Rachel wanted to hear. The corners of his mouth curved sharply, as if he had heard the expected answer. Rachel looked at me disdainfully and said, "Weak

This is not weakness, it's just perception, "I shrugged." I would handle blood oath takers the same way, but that doesn't prevent me from feeling sorry for them

Since they will eventually do the same thing as me, what's the use of feeling sorry for them? "Rachel said.

Not everything is useful, teacher, "I replied." We experience joy, anger, sadness, and happiness, and we can perceive and react because we are alive

This is not living itself, but a redundant part of living, "Rachel retorted." If half bodied people didn't have so many meaningless and excessive emotions, their intelligence would be enough to develop achievements comparable to dwarves, rather than being completely useless like they are now

The recipes of half bodied people are world-renowned! "I corrected," Their prosperous dining table civilization has a long history and is renowned all over the world

Rachel looked at me as if I was making a bad joke.

I wanted to sigh again, but I held back. I have already passed the stage of 'My parents don't understand me! I'm so disappointed!' Adults have their own ways of dealing with it, such as keeping their mouths shut at times like this.

Is that why you left me? "Rachel said," Because of conscience discovery? Because my evil began to make you feel pain

My temples are starting to ache, and I look up at the sky and down, but unfortunately all I can see here are blood plasma, corpses, and broken tables and chairs. This obvious unwillingness to discuss was completely misunderstood, "Rachel looked at me aggressively, and for a moment there was only the neighing of the soul in the room.

Why are you lingering on these issues? "I had to say," As you just said, it's useless for everything we're facing. What's the point of becoming even more averse to each other when we have to work together for the next period of time

Pretending to be confused is foolish, "Rachel said coldly." I won't let you suddenly disappear again for some reason that I can't understand

I fell silent for a moment and began to laugh uncontrollably.

You... hahahaha... "I laughed so hard that I couldn't catch my breath, trying to say in between my laughter," You sound like a completely persistent ex girlfriend hahahaha

Rachel didn't react at all, obviously didn't understand my humor. He watched me coldly as I fell to the ground laughing, rolling back and forth in an endless burst of laughter, intermittently laughing for several minutes without stopping. Then, my mentor finally realized that I would never give in no matter what. He snorted coldly, turned around uninterested, and casually crushed the soul of the blood oath taker.

Rachel strode out.

The author has something to say:

Rachel: You are mine.

Rachel: Is that why you left me?

Rachel: I won't let you disappear from my sight again.

↑ Rachel Cliff, an upright mentor who unconsciously throws out a dozen lines from his sick ex girlfriend.