Instigator and Protector of Violence

"Oh?"

Ethan's abnormal behavior immediately caught Sandro's attention.

He was extremely surprised at how Ethan could still move, and he stood directly up from the throne.

But what happened next surprised him even more.

That was, the power of faith, which he had completely mastered, and gathered from the entire city, was drifting away.

The one it was drifting towards was... Ethan.

"How is this possible..."

Sandro couldn't understand; this was theoretically absolutely impossible.

"Lie down."

He gave the command like a king, intending to control Ethan at the center of the altar as before.

But it didn't work.

The power of faith within Ethan was gathering more and more, even almost reaching parity with Sandro.

At this moment, around Ethan, there was already a whole circle of deep blue light.

Those lights were emitting a mysterious glow, with ancient and profound runes faintly emerging.

"Surprised, Sandro? Or should I say... Diego."

Ethan's entire body floated in the air, his skin also stained with that deep blue, a sea breeze surged around him.

At this moment, he no longer seemed like Ethan, but more like an emperor from ancient times, with millennia of sea water gleaming in his eyes.

He was more authoritative than Sandro.

Even if he wasn't sitting on the throne.

The entire Array, or rather, the whole of Wenster, was his kingdom.

"You... how do you know?!"

And the last name he uttered made Sandro unable to maintain his calm and confidence.

It was as if his greatest secret had been dredged up from the depths of the ocean and exposed to the blazing sun.

The thousand-year-old ghost was letting out a harrowing scream.

"Because... I am Ashrakshma." The incredibly complex words flowed from Ethan's mouth.

At that moment, the power of faith, already surging, rushed towards Ethan at an even faster pace.

Above his head, a new, multicolored crown was forming rapidly.

"I am... the King of the Beihai."

Like a final confirmation.

When he said this, Sandro was being forced to bow by the powerful force pressing down.

Sandro, or Diego, let out a terrifying roar, forcing himself to stand straight against that power, shouting, "I don't believe it!"

"I!"

"Have!"

"Already!"

"Killed!"

"You!"

With every word, Diego rose a bit into the air.

He seemed to be moving against every storm and cold front in the world.

With every step forward, his body, which even sniper rifles from close range and the holy staff of Saint Kuanti's prayer for centuries couldn't fully destroy, was compressed and eroded a bit.

When he finally uttered the last word, his body had completely dissipated, and he emerged from that human shell.

He revealed a larger, gigantic body that occupied most of the sewer.

His body seemed covered with countless tentacles, countless eyes on his body, possessing lightning and storms.

When his body extended, the sewer became a playground of storm and thunder.

But even so, he remained under Ethan's dominance.

He was firmly suppressed by the blue stream of light, like the sea itself.

"Do you still not understand, Diego, you cannot defeat me, because I am the elder brother, and you are the younger, you foolish brother of mine."

Ethan spoke, raising a finger.

"Suppress."

The next moment, the sea rolled over, pressing Diego, who had ascended, back to the ground.

The storm and thunder surrounding them were also suppressed.

Diego roared sharply with a voice completely different from his original, "Impossible, Ethan, this must be your trick, right? My brother died long ago, and his body has long been consumed, you can't fool me! Can't fool me! I will kill you!"

He continued to frantically twist his tentacles, his countless eyes emanating a dark glow.

But with another strike from Ethan.

His countless tentacles were severed, blood gushing from his eyes.

And all the power of faith had converged upon Ethan, leaving Diego with none, his gigantic body slowly withering away.

The storm also dissipated.

Eventually, his body returned to human form, a bruised and battered body that seemed much like Sandro did once.

Short, crippled.

He lay helpless on the throne, bleeding all over.

"Impossible, how can you truly wield His power, His name, which has long since scattered."

"Tell me why, Ethan."

Sandro looked up at the man in the sky, as if pleading.

Ethan slowly descended, landing in front of him, looking at this long-standing adversary.

Honestly, he truly admired this man.

His deep machinations, extensive plans, if it were anyone else here today, he would have succeeded.

Unfortunately.

"I can't tell you, Sandro."

"I understand."

"I understand."

Sandro, however, laughed, no longer looking at Ethan, not sure what he was looking at.

He murmured, "You know, I really enjoyed living in human form, I like spring, flowers blooming, picnics, drinking freshly brewed wine from a year, in summer, basking on the beach, eating chilled fruits, in autumn, riding horses, hunting, in winter, having a drink by the fireplace, chatting with everyone while smoking, oh, I really liked being human... much better than in the sea... uh..."

He let out a lingering sound, suddenly extending a hand.

"Ethan, Ethan, I beg you, when I'm dead, bury me in Wenster, I want to die in human form... please?"

Ethan looked at him, slowly nodding.

"You won, Ethan, but this is not the end; it is the beginning."

Sandro's voice grew softer and softer.

"Actually, I'm nothing much, a leftover of the old era like me, only dares to plot such things in the dark corners, this era does not belong to me anymore, you have to be careful, be cautious of them."

His pupils began to scatter as well.

But his eyes seemed to glimmer with a hint of joy, as if he saw a scene from many years ago.

In a dark alley, just newly transformed into human form, he saw a hand reaching out to him.

"Hey mate, come on, get up, sleeping here could be deadly, join us for a drink, warm up, oh, by the way, I'm Klei, this is Al, what's your name?"

"My name is... Sandro."