Only God

Flocks of brooms appeared on the horizon, and at that moment, countless birds were startled from the forest. Hunters pursuing their prey involuntarily stopped in their tracks, gazing up in surprise at the birds and marveling at the spectacle, yet only a few sharp-eyed people spotted the brooms at the edge of the sky, and many among them mistook these brooms for large birds, failing to associate them with witches.

Lodzmer initially did not notice the appearance of the brooms. He was directing the devil Sazaliu to launch a sudden, torrential assault while continuously weakening Eden's powers.

"So close, so very close."

Lodzmer cursed inwardly,

"Why is this guy's luck so good!"

The devil wizard saw that Sazaliu's repeated attacks almost split Eden in two, which made him curse inwardly in frustration.

This man's luck was too good.

Lodzmer still remembered that last time, when Flame Demon Pudoc had attacked the convoy, Eden had been beaten senseless. If the Night Watchmen hadn't arrived in time, he would have lost his life right there.

How fortunate it was that the Night Watchmen had arrived just in time.

And after that, this man seemed to have stumbled upon some incredible stroke of luck, encountering a serendipity and rapidly becoming a Third Rank of the Holy Chorus, acquiring the ability for Spirit Realm Teleportation.

The Flame Demon Pudoc, who had initially crushed him easily, was instead effortlessly ground into dust by him.

"Your luck will run out eventually."

Watching the relentless sword winds, Lodzmer sneered inwardly.

He seemed already to see Eden being torn to shreds by the sword winds, his life extinguished on the spot.

The massive sword winds raged, and under Sazaliu's relentless advance, Eden looked utterly disheveled and pathetic.

"William's guess was not wrong, he indeed is no envoy."

Seeing this pitiful sight, Lodzmer confirmed in his heart:

"How extraordinary the prophets in those scriptures must have been. Yet look at him, where's even a trace of sanctity to be seen?"

He was just another false prophet, another false envoy.

Lodzmer raised his hand, and the blood-stained devil wizard, predicting where Eden would land, detonated another blood mist.

Eden's thoughts suddenly became chaotic. The scene before his eyes turned illusory, filled with redundant blocks of color, and he seemed to see things that didn't exist.

This was the blood of those hysterical madmen.

The chaos in his thoughts led to chaos in his actions; the sword winds seemed to attack from eight directions at once in Eden's eyes. He couldn't dodge nor escape and instinctively stood still, motionless.

The nauseating smell of blood filled Eden's nostrils.

Clang!

Just as Eden was about to be cleaved into two,

An inconspicuous broom fell from the sky at meteoric speed, landing in front of Eden, boldly intercepting the sword wind. The fierce sword wind came, but the broom not only didn't break, it even emitted a sound like metal striking.

The force of the impact pushed Eden's body back a few steps, causing him to fall seated on the ground, slightly regaining some clarity of consciousness.

Raising his head, Eden saw that the figures of the witches had already appeared all around the forest. They looked like a net forming an encircling stance.

Lodzmer looked at this scene in horror, only then belatedly realizing that he had fallen into a trap set by the Witch Gathering.

The witches wasted no words; they didn't even give Lodzmer a chance to speak and launched their attack mercilessly.

The cold air arrived without warning, instantly freezing the blood on the ground. Not only that, the ice continuously climbed along the trail of blood towards Lodzmer's wrist.

"Witch Gathering! You bunch of bitches!"

Lodzmer cursed, continuously chanting the summoning spells, and another Flame Demon appeared, much weaker than the demons Eden had faced before, but its flames effectively halted the advance of the ice.

Mona held a magic wand, muttering under her breath, her body surrounded by a mist-like mysterious aura,

"(Secret Magic Wizard, Path of God Creation)."

Below Lodzmer's feet, a brilliance emerged like a bright moon, and his gaze was instantly drawn to the moonlight at his feet, standing transfixed as if it contained something he desperately desired.

Then, Mona snapped her fingers and chanted,

"Shattered."

Eden knew the ancient language, meaning "Shattered."

Suddenly, the bright moon beneath Lodzmer's feet broke apart without any warning, the things inside shattered in the blink of an eye, seeming like the devil wizard had suffered an unimaginable mental blow, showing a look of desperate sorrow.

Imagine a common man favored by a beautiful goddess, just as he was about to touch the goddess, she perished right before him.

Lodzmer endured a similar situation, and moreover, due to Mona's abilities, this pain was deeply etched in his bones.

A short time later, Lodzmer forcibly pulled himself out of that pain, his will to survive driving him to make a desperate effort.

He stimulated his secret technique, his blood circulated faster in his body, boiling up, and in an instant, his lower body exploded, turning into a terrifying black blood mist; he tried to use this as cover to escape the scene.

However, the Witch Gathering was well prepared for this.

When the blood mist burst, a radiant light shone from a dozen witches, and upon touching the light, the blood mist dissipated as if it had never existed.

Lodzmer incredulously watched this scene, understanding that he could not escape, he looked at Eden with desperate and angry eyes.

What good luck!

Why didn't he have such good luck?

If he had such luck, why would he need to practice Blood Witchcraft, why would he need to make a pact with the devil.

In this world, some people are always so lucky, they easily obtain what others cannot, even in a sudden crisis, they always turn peril into safety.

Lodzmer hated these kinds of people immensely.

Because devil wizards, never have such good fortune.

How lucky he was!

The attack of the Flame Demon Pudoc nearly killed him, but the timely arrival of the Night Watchman eventually turned peril into safety.

The unexpected adventure that made him a Third Rank Holy Chorus.

Getting the stone pendant by accident allowed this person to deceive the Fahela Sect's believers.

And then, the constantly failing attacks of Devil Sazaliu...

And, when he was doomed to die, the Witch Gathering descended from the heavens.

Like viewing flowers from horseback before death, Lodzmer reminisced about Eden's various fortunes, remembering his own repeated failures.

"Wait... so many coincidences..."

Lodzmer suddenly thought of something.

What would he think of at the moment of death?

Would it be the lover he himself had killed, the devil who swore allegiance to him, or the ecstasy when making a pact with the devil, or the painful transgression of moral boundaries when practicing Blood Witchcraft?

No... none of these.

He thought of the True Religion's "Second Prophet Book."

It is said, when Prophet Noen walked on the earth, he was once subjected to prophecy and testing.

"Do not test... do not test the prophet, for he acts on behalf of God..."

Lodzmer's scalp went numb, and infinite fear surged from the remaining half of his body.

So many coincidences, couldn't just be coincidences.

But were... but were... God's arrangement!

His own test, brought about his destruction!

Elder William was wrong, terribly wrong.

He truly was, he truly was...

He...

He indeed was a prophet, God's messenger!