Give Me the Name of God

The carnival lasted until dawn, and most people went home with joy. A few people who were familiar with Guatel stumbled to sleep in his carpentry workshop.

Guatel was squeezed out of the door, holding the wine jar, sweating and sleeping soundly.

A man wearing the robe of a divine retribution monk and a hood quietly came to Guatel, raised his dagger and stabbed him.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the knife penetrated into a piece of rotten wood next to Guatel.

The dagger fell out of hand, and several of the monk's fingers fell off.

He felt neither pain nor surprise, but quickly drew out the sword from his waist and pointed it at Guatel's neck again.

The sword struck, and an invisible force cut off the monk's hand, and his hand and the sword fell to the ground.

The friar stood still, and at the entrance of the quiet carpentry workshop, two inaudible voices came one after another.

Lord Knight, let this poor child go. He just escaped from the hands of death.

Master Sergeant, you are not pious by speaking like this. How can the God of Punishment admit the existence of the God of Death?

Without Pluto and the God of Death, why would anyone be able to control the power of the dead? Faith and existence are two different things, so why should we argue about this kind of thing?

Then let's argue about another thing. Do you think Pluto will take away this child today?

I can't fathom Death's intentions, but I know the Lord doesn't want this child to go.

Then it depends on the wishes of the two gods.

There were some scrap wood piled up outside the carpenter's workshop. Two more monks emerged from the pile of scrap wood and pounced on Guatel with daggers.

Two beams of light struck, cutting off the right hands of the two monks respectively, and the daggers fell to the ground.

Holy Light, the third level skill of the Divine Punishment Warrior.

Stanley, who was hiding in the dark, whispered: Darkness.

The area around the carpenter's workshop was plunged into absolute darkness. Rahn could not determine the location of the living corpses. He could use holy light to briefly break the darkness, but by the time he saw the three living corpses clearly, he was afraid that they had already chopped off Guatel's head. .

Without any time to think, Rahn let out a low groan.

Ugh - the love of the Lord.

The Divine Punishment Warrior's fourth level skill - chanting and humming, Stanley felt his chest shaking and his heart about to be shattered. When his mind relaxed, he lost control of the living corpse.

Master Sergeant, do you want to kill everyone here?

Sir Knight, you despise me too much. That is the chant I gave you, and only you can hear it.

As he spoke, the darkness dissipated, and three living corpses surrounded Guatel, each extending their left hand and pointing at Guatel's forehead.

At the same time, Stanley bit his thumb and wiped a trace of blood on his face from the center of his eyebrow to the tip of his nose.

The fourth-level skill of the Hades believer - Guidance, he wants to send Guatel's soul directly to the underworld.

Rahn had no way to restrain this skill, so he started singing again. The low melody made Stanley unable to concentrate. Seeing Guatel's soul leave the body, it slowly retracted.

After a moment of stalemate, Stanley gasped: Are we going to fight like this until the end?

Rahn's breath was fairly even: I don't want to, but I'm not afraid. You just completed your promotion, and I should be the winner in the end.

I came here under orders. If I don't kill this little guy, I will be in big trouble.

Everyone has to face troubles, and I also have to bear the sin of indulging in heresy. Instead of competing here to see who is worse off, we should end this meaningless fight as soon as possible.

Do you think I will leave easily?

If you don't leave, I will wake up everyone here. I can leave as soon as possible, and you have to clean up the living corpses. Many people know that you are a believer of Hades. If you leave any traces, the Viscount's crime will be serious. It can’t be cleaned up.”

After a brief silence, Stanley left the carpentry workshop with the living corpse first.

He was not worried about leaving evidence, nor was he worried about implicating the Viscount. The Viscount always found a way to pin the blame on the Punisher.

The only thing he worries about is the gap in strength.

He had just completed his promotion, and Rahn was already halfway through the fourth level. The gap was quite astonishing.

Let Guatel live for a while. God's Punisher can't always protect this stupid boy, and he will always find an opportunity to strike.

…

Guatel woke up thirsty. He opened his eyes to look for the water jug, but found that he was back in a familiar place.

Fences, shackles, whips, these are just the most common things.

An interrogation chair full of iron nails, a head crusher like an eggshell, an iron funnel for filling boiling water, and wooden boots that can break ankle bones...

When these instruments of torture appeared in front of him one by one, Guatel immediately screamed.

This is a dream, it must be a dream.

He closed his eyes and opened them again. These bloody instruments of torture were still in front of him.

This is not a dream, those last night were dreams. I never left the dungeon.

Guatel burst into tears. In the past, the monk guarding the dungeon would use a wooden stick to teach him to shut up, but today the red-haired monk was very patient. When Guatel got tired of crying, he handed him a bowl of water. he.

Do you want to go home? Rahn asked, wearing monk's robes.

Think! Guatel cried and nodded.

If you come home, I will take you to the dungeon tomorrow.

Then I won't go back. Guatel howled again.

I have a place where I can live well. As long as you don't leave there, you don't have to go back to the dungeon. Do you want to go?

Think! Guatel wiped his tears.

You must not leave there. If you take one step away, you will immediately return to the dungeon. Remember?

…

The Guatel Incident is over, but the business of the tavern is still booming. Businessmen and farmers passing by the temple will always come in for a drink, share the story of fighting against God's Punisher, and buy a can of wine to dedicate to the God of War Ari. Sri Lanka.

Hearing that Guatel had been released, Manda was sighing at the wisdom of God's Punisher when he suddenly saw Toka walking over with a panicked expression.

Boss, the time is up, Ogg started saying those unintelligible words again.

Manda was surprised: So early? Where is Worm?

He was making wine and I didn't dare go to him.

I'll go! Manda jumped out of the counter and ran all the way to the back door. Suddenly, the door panel fell down, pinning Manda underneath.

Ogg stepped on the door panel and walked into the hall, and walked to the table in the corner under the gaze of everyone.

Manda climbed out from under the door panel, took a deep breath and said, It's too bad.

Sitting in the corner was the drunkard Milo, who was sleeping on the table.

Ogg sat opposite him, picked up a glass of wine, and poured it on Milo's head.

Manda closed her eyes and began planning Ogg's funeral.

According to Mirro's logic, this was an offense to him, and he would immediately draw his knife and chop Ogg on the spot.

Milo woke up and looked directly at Ogg, red wine flowing down his hair and onto his face.

Ogg looked at Milo and said solemnly: You know, the great prophet gave me instructions. He wants to give me more power, but I don't know how to get that power.

Milo licked the red wine on his face and picked up a wine can.

Manda calmed down a little, and it seemed that Milo just wanted to beat Ogg.

Take this wine and offer it to the Prophet, and he will give you strength.

Ogg said in astonishment: Isn't it too shabby if there is only one can of wine?

Milo smiled and said: The Titans are so kind, go ahead.

After saying that, Milo lay on the table and fell asleep again.

Manda was surprised at Milo's tolerance when she suddenly heard a burst of cheers from the guests.

what's the situation? He remembered that Helena performed a crazy performance when she was drunk, but the cheers at that time did not seem to be so strong.

The guests stood up one after another. Manda squeezed to the door with difficulty and saw an innocent face.

Can you let me in? Guatel asked loudly.

Of course, Manda nodded, Please come in.

Thank you! Guatel saluted and sprayed Manda's face with saliva.