Chapter 63: The Origin of the Children of the Divine

With a loud crash, the majestic holy statue crumbled, and the countless blood mist suddenly vanished. Even the flesh embedded in the cracks of the rock walls withered and died in an instant, turning into lifeless matter.

This was Matthew's first time experiencing such immense fear, not just from sensing the power of the deceased High Priest, but more so from the ruthlessness and stubbornness of this young man.

He was not afraid of a powerful enemy.

No matter how strong the opponent, the worst outcome would simply be death.

You may defeat me, but you cannot break me from within.

But this time, he felt a sense of fear in his heart.

"Why? Why are you not afraid? Why, when you can flee, do you choose to stay and risk your life to stop me? Is this amusing to you? Upholding justice? Where were people like you when I was being bullied?" The madman knelt at the end of the stone steps, raving hysterically.

A piece of broken stone struck his forehead, knocking him to the ground.

"Who needs all that talk? Because I don't like your face."

Mike emerged from the dissipating blood mist, with thorns bursting out from his shoulder blades, like a Gatling gun with powerful recoil.

He almost lost his footing.

"You beast, I'll deal with you when I get up there."

Despite the healing powers of the sacred light, Mike had exhausted his strength, but he still grabbed a piece of broken brick and began climbing the stone steps, like a ruthless murder.

Overwhelming fear exploded within Matthew's heart, and he lost his usual composure and elegance, hurriedly pushing open the stone door and fleeing into the final laboratory.

It was rare even in Ember for the Glory Realm to be chased by the Origin Realm.

But he was truly afraid.

It was as if he had met his nemesis.

"So your name is Mike, huh? I'll remember you! Hey, Mike, I never thought there would be someone more interesting than Williams in this city! This time, you win. Consider the contents of this lab as your spoils of war, haha!" Amidst his fear, Matthew burst into uncontrolled laughter, the only way for him to regain his composure.

This was his laboratory, and most of the valuable information had already been destroyed or removed in advance. The remaining items could be left for others.

Consider it a bonus for the second round.

He crawled with difficulty into the ventilation duct and quickly slid into the darkness.

A boom and the clay bomb shattered the entrance to the duct.

When Mike caught up, he was greeted by a cloud of dust.

"Fuck!"

This beast runs like a rat.

At that moment, a cold voice came from below.

"Hey, can you give me a hand?"

Olivia looked at him coldly.

She had exhausted her soul to forcibly harness divine power, using most of it to freeze the explosion and heal his wounds. But he had simply run off chasing the other, not even sparing her a glance.

Men are truly worthless.

Damn it.

Mike finally remembered the person below and hurriedly pulled Olivia up.

"Did you forget about me?"

Olivia felt her blood pressure rising, "Mike!"

"Uh, let me explain..."

"I don't want to hear it from a turncoat."

"It's just that I have a grudge against that beast."

"I don't care."

Olivia had figured out this guy's temperament.

In the future, setting up a Mike trap would be so easy.

Just need to use a few live animals as bait.

"Are you alright?"

Mike finally started to show concern for the woman.

Olivia's condition was very poor, her face had completely lost its color, her skin was so pale it was almost transparent, and her body was light and feathery as if she could be blown away by the wind.

She looked up and said impatiently, "A weak woman like me is too much to bear the power of the gods. If it weren't for the High Priest's assistance, we would all be dead."

Mike was taken aback. "The High Priest is still alive?"

Olivia wanted to slap him.

However, when she thought of his resolute back charging through the bloody mist, her gaze softened and she said faintly, "In the future, you don't have to be so reckless, you might die."

Mike waved his hand casually, "We've just met, no need to lecture me, okay? For me, living life to the fullest is more important than anything else. If I have to watch that guy gloat, I'd rather just kill myself."

He had been clinging to life for nearly ten years due to a terminal illness.

After coming to Ember, he had to change his way of living.

At least at this moment, he felt his life had become more exciting.

Olivia didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Mike walked into the lab, directly took off his clothes to use as a bag, and stuffed all the documents he could see into it, looking like a bank robber.

"What are you doing?" Olivia couldn't help but ask.

"This is all spoils of war, Necro Cult's research materials, can't leave them for others." Mike said casually, "There are plenty of moles in this city, I have to be careful. I'll take these things to the Inquisition, Williams will study them with me."

Moles...

Well, there were indeed some.

Olivia narrowed her eyes. "Are you on good terms with Williams?"

Mike was taken aback. "Not really, but we get along pretty well."

Olivia thought that all crows in this world were equally black, but still advised, "I suggest you stay away from him, not that he'll do anything to you, but don't learn bad habits from him."

Mike was about to say something when he suddenly saw a file.

It was marked "Number 13".

He found it!

Mike quickly opened the file and found it was a brain structure analysis diagram, with a detailed map of the nervous system and an in-depth analysis of the mental state, with annotations running into tens of thousands of words.

Olivia glanced at him. "Can you understand it?"

Mike shook his head. "I can recognize the words, but I can't make sense of them when put together."

Olivia snorted. "Then why are you looking at it so carefully?"

Mike retorted, "Can you understand it?"

Olivia replied calmly, "Of course I can."

Mike's gaze at her instantly changed. "My beauty!"

Outrageous!

Olivia almost scolded him, but considering her current identity, she explained instead, "This is a research report on the 'witch' of the Anima Division. The specific terms, even if I tell you, you won't understand. Simply put... there was a problem with the witch experiment, and they are looking for research methods, and have made significant progress. So this is just a pathological report."

She paused. "There's nothing about the identity and abilities of the witch."

No wonder it was thrown away as trash.

However, this was exactly what Mike wanted to know. He said sincerely, "Can you help me analyze it? For the sake of us fighting side by side and beating those beasts."

Olivia narrowed her eyes. "Are you interested in this?"

Mike hesitated for a moment. "I'm very interested in medicine!"

There has never been a more unconvincing lie than this.

Olivia didn't want to pry into his secrets and simply took the report.

"I'll take the document and get back to you."

"Thank you."

Apart from that, there didn't seem to be anything of value in the lab.

Mike looked at the desk in the lab.

This was Matthew's research space, the computer had been moved away, leaving only a display screen, and next to it was a thick little notebook, not knowing what it was.

Mike opened the notebook and found it was the information files of the Necro Cult members.

No wonder, Matthew had recorded the personal information of the cult members, which is why he could call out their names and circumstances during the gatherings to win over their hearts.

However, when he turned to the information of one of the cult members, he was stunned.

"John Moor?"

His thoughts went back to the Afterlife, which was where the dream began.

Old John's file was no different from what they had found.

But there was an additional note.

"Old John, also a pitiful man. The first half of his life was spent helping orphans in the slums. But in his later years, due to reaching the limits of his lifespan, he developed a fear of death. Coincidentally, the sacred tree sap that should have been his was stolen by another priest at the temple. Ironically, that young priest was one of the orphans he had helped in his early years - how ironic.

"Even if these people obtain the power of Dark Matter, they are still useless waste, so I will arrange for them to take the copies of the sacred objects to the land of the dead to purify the ecology."

The last line of text turned a chilling crimson.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! What's wrong with this old John? Who did he get help from? What he took away was... the original sacred object! How could the sacred object possibly be taken away? How am I going to explain this to her? Ah, I'll kill him!"

The text was so forcefully distorted, that one could imagine the anger and irritation with which it was written.

Mike was startled and suddenly understood.

He instinctively tightened his right hand.

The so-called sacred object was the thing embedded in the palm of his hand.

It turns out that the Necro Cult members who went out to pollute the environment were all given copies of the sacred object.

But old John got the real one.

No wonder this thing would appear in the hands of those ordinary heretics.

It seems there was more to this than meets the eye.

"Oppression, bullying, plundering... are inevitable even 500 years later," Olivia said softly. "Divine Intelligence even condones such behavior, because It believes that absolute fairness is absolute unfairness. No one knows whether It is right or wrong, but so far no one has overthrown Its rule. Only during the existence of the Sacred Sovereign will the power of Divine Intelligence be squeezed to a minimum. But... the Sacred Sovereign is also mortal."

Mike shook his head as he looked at the records of human suffering in the manual.

He was still curious about what exactly the sacred object was, but he couldn't get the answer.

At the end of this manual was a detailed photo and information of a middle-aged man. He did not appear to be a Necro Cult member, but rather a law enforcement officer.

Matthew had drawn crosses all over the man's photo. It looked chilling.

He was suppressing extreme anger.

Mike understood.

This was what Matthew had deliberately left behind.

He wanted them to see the existence of this person.