NOVEL WEB chapter 168
93. The Lord’s Mercy
“I can’t die!”
“I can’t die!”
“I haven’t yet obtained the eternal life I desire, how can I die!”
Lorenzo crawled along the dimly lit street, like a mangy dog with broken legs.
His legs were indeed broken, blood continuously flowing from the smooth stumps, drawing two straight trails behind him.
If he could retrieve his feet at this moment, perhaps magic could reattach them, but he didn’t even dare to look back, driven only by fear, moving forward, again and again.
Many images floated in his mind.
The people he had killed.
The people who died because of him.
The people who wanted him dead.
—
These people stood in the flames, their faces twisted with hatred as they reached out to him, as if wanting to drag him into that bottomless hell.
“Get away! Get away!”
Lorenzo waved his hands in terror, sweeping those images away from his sight.
“I won’t die, I won’t die!”
At that moment, he heard footsteps.
Footsteps that were leisurely, as if on a stroll.
But to his ears, they sounded like demons relentlessly pursuing him, drawing ever closer.
“Mr. Lorenzo, can you answer my question now?”
That calm, rich voice echoed behind him, as if a nobleman was politely inquiring about the arrival of death.
“Don’t come closer! Don’t come closer!”
He continued to crawl, his palms pierced and scraped by the sharp stones on the ground, completely oblivious.
He turned to look at the sides of the street, startled by the commotion, dim flames flickering to life in the windows.
A glimmer of hope flickered in Lorenzo’s eyes as he crawled over and knocked desperately on the door.
“Help me, please help me!”
“If you won’t help, then at least go call the guards, throw me in jail, anything is better than being with this monster!”
“Help me!”
Suddenly, the flames went out.
In the darkness, a man let out a terrified gasp and slammed the window shut.
At night, do not go outside.
At night, trust no one.
At night, no matter what sounds come from the street, ignore them.
This was the survival rule for ordinary people in the chaotic lower district.
“Look, Mr. Lorenzo, it seems even the lower district you rely on despises you.”
Mu En brandished a short knife, easily slicing through the armor on Lorenzo’s body, leaving scar after scar.
Those wounds were not deep, yet they would bleed continuously.
Mu En drove Lorenzo forward, allowing him to bleed out little by little.
Savoring the arrival of death, wasn’t that the best way for this guy to die?
“I won’t die! I won’t die!”
Even as his blood threatened to run dry, it was as if a last burst of light had returned, and Lorenzo let out a loud, hoarse scream.
“I still have the Lord, I still have the Lord! Lord, save me, save me! I’ve done so much for you, you can’t abandon me!”
—
“There’s also eternal life, that’s what you promised!”
“Lord?”
Mu En frowned.
Since just now, this guy seemed to have been mentioning these two words, along with something about eternal life.
Although he didn’t know what that was, it was better not to delay for safety’s sake.
Mu En stepped forward, ready to send Lorenzo to hell.
He raised the pure white dagger in his hand, and under the moonlight that peeked out from behind the dark clouds, Elizabeth reflected a chilling gleam.
To die beneath such a beautiful moon, how fortunate for you, Mu En thought.
The blade fell.
Yet in that instant, Mu En suddenly felt the world darken again.
The moon still hung in the sky, coldly gazing at all things in the world.
So where did this darkness come from?
Mu En raised his head in terror, a tall, thin shadow had appeared before him without him noticing.
The shadow wore a heavy raincoat, stained with colorful filth, and on its head was a strange mask, seemingly made directly from blood and flesh.
The flesh suddenly split open, revealing the shadow’s bloodied, sinister grin.
A premonition of death exploded in his mind in an instant, and Mu En quickly altered the trajectory of the blade, meeting the cleaver that was swinging toward him from the shadow’s hand.
“What—”
A terrifying force surged from the cleaver, sending pain and numbness through Mu En’s arm, nearly causing him to drop his weapon.
What a terrifying strength!
Mu En’s thoughts raced, using the force to retreat rapidly, and after creating a safe distance, he suppressed the tremors in his arm and cautiously stared at the tall, thin figure before him, asking:
“Who are you, and why did you suddenly attack me?”
The figure did not answer, holding a twisted shadow in its hand, crunching on something.
“Lord! Lord! You have finally come!”
Lorenzo looked at the figure before him as if a lost traveler in the desert had spotted an oasis, excitedly grasping its feet and saying:
“Quick, save me, quick, save me!”
The figure still did not respond, only lowering its head, quietly watching Lorenzo.
That gaze did not seem to be looking at a person, as if it were truly… gazing at a sumptuous feast.
“Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy, please save me! I can do more for you, I can capture more people for you! You want more blood, the blood of the ancient dragon, the blood of the ancient dragon is right on him!
Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy!”
Suddenly, Lorenzo knelt before the figure he called Lord, as if worshipping some deity, sincerely bowing, his forehead repeatedly striking the ground, and soon, clear bloodstains began to appear.
—
“Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy.”
The strange person tilted his head and stared for a long time, then suddenly reached out his hand… and grabbed Lorenzo’s shadow.
In Mu En’s bewildered, terrified, and even incredulous gaze, the strange person physically lifted Lorenzo’s shadow from the ground.
What the hell, how can a shadow be grabbed? This is not scientific!
But before Mu En could ponder whether he was mistaken in looking for science in a magical world, he saw the strange person bring Lorenzo’s shadow to his mouth.
Creak, he took a bite.
A notch appeared on the shadow.
What sent chills down Mu En’s spine was that it wasn’t just the shadow that had a notch; there was also… Lorenzo.
At the same position as the shadow, a piece of flesh from Lorenzo bizarrely vanished, and from that bloody severed edge, Mu En could vaguely make out an irregular shape, resembling a bite mark.
Yet Lorenzo remained oblivious, still repeatedly bowing his head.
“Lord, have mercy, Lord, have mercy.”
Creak, creak.
“Lord, have mercy.”
Creak, creak.
“Lord, have mercy.”
The strange person continued to chew, bite after bite.
Like a good child listening to his mother, each bite was savored slowly, no more, no less, twenty times.
Then, piece by piece, the flesh on Lorenzo’s body disappeared, as if a giant pancake was being eaten bite by bite. Finally, in Mu En’s stomach, which was already churning like a storm, Lorenzo stopped repeating that phrase, stopped stubbornly pursuing his immortality.
He turned into a pile of bones, a pile of bones that seemed to have never been sucked clean, pristine bones.
“Burp—”
The strange person crushed the pile of bones with a kick, let out a satisfied burp, and said:
“Delicious.”