Ancient God in the Modern World

Cold Wind positioned himself and his harp as he began playing his piece.

His slim fingers played the harp ingeniously. It was akin to how the raindrops fall on the ground. It was fast and seemingly chaotic; however, there is a charm that seemed to captivate one's soul.

Meanwhile, as Cold Wind was playing, he seemed to be isolated from the chaotic environment caused by the demonic clouds.

With every note from his musical piece, there is an invisible ripple that soothes the chaotic environment.

Indeed, Cold Wind, as one of the bearers of the Divine Spirit of Life and Death's mark, understood Allen's authority.

"Music is what soothes the sufferings of the living. Combined with the authority of my Lord, everything shall calm down before me."

Cold Wind thought as he was playing.

"Demons and humans alike will follow the trend of the Divine Spirit of Life and Death."

Meanwhile, at the moment, the demonic cloud is still far from base 459; however, its chaos is already too strong.

Or rather, the demonic cloud is too thick.

"Hmm, a bearer," the cloudy face on the demonic cloud focused at Cold Wind.

At one glance he is able to identify Cold Wind's identity. However, Cold Wind could not be bothered.

He had his eyes closed and was in his own world with his harp. However, he could still tell the terror from the demonic cloud. He knew that is not a match against the demonic cloud.

"I am willing to sacrifice myself for my Lord, the Divine Spirit of Life and Death. Hopefully, the two youngsters would be able to escape."

Cold Wind did not fear death because he knew that he would be with his Lord.

He is willing to sacrifice himself for the will of his great Lord.

"It's decided, I will kill you first," the cloudy face said.

Although he had a mission to get the two golden eggs and the demonized staff, killing a bearer of a Divine Spirit would also be good.

The Demons and Divine Spirits are natural enemies. They would constantly weaken one another for no reason. Or rather, they wanted to eliminate their natural enemy.

"I am Wrath Demon Kurkoren. I will bring wrath to this puny world!"

The Demon yelled; then from within, bats came flying towards the direction of base 459.

Their speed is fast. Vastly faster than the demonic cloud.

At this moment, the Divine Mark on Cold Wind's body reacted and released an aura that made Cold Wind rather close to the Lord, he serves.

Meanwhile, at this moment, Milo and Cyril spotted Cold Wind on the rooftop. Since it came to worst, the two of them had decided to stay with Cold Wind and fight till the end.

Whoosh!

In the next second, they both disappeared and reappeared close to Cold Wind.

It was not a problem for Milo to teleport to Cold Wind as long as it was not too far away.

Meanwhile, as they appeared before Cold Wind, Cold Wind opened his eyes. However, he did not stop playing; not even for a second.

"Fool!"

Cold Wind is rather angry at the two of them. who would have thought that these two would choose to waste his sacrifice?

"Leave now, the chaos is lesser in my surrounding," Cold Wind said with a stern expression.

"But…"

Cyril tried to rebut; however, Cold Wind did not let him.

"I am fine. It's an honor to sacrifice myself to our Lord, the Divine Spirit of Life and Death."

"Come on Cyril."

Looking at the resolute Cold Wind, Milo teleported himself and Cyril. Indeed, they are able to leave, but the chaos still affected them. they arrived at an unknown location. They were in a lush forest.

"Milo, we could have convinced him."

Cyril was in tears and was very emotional.

"Fool, That lunatic had will not leave."

Hearing Milo's words, Cyril looked glared at him.

"Take back what you said. How could you call uncle Cold Wind a lunatic?"

"Is he not? Only lunatics would sacrifice themselves to someone else," Milo said mockingly.

Then, he scanned himself with his spiritual sense. He wanted to make sure that there is no mark left on him.

"What are you doing?" Cyril asked.

"Making sure that I am not marked."

"Tell me, have you been truly faithful to the Lord?" Cyril asked while his Energy Eyes are on.

"Of course, I had been faithful. Do you think I would escape his watchful eyes if I am not?" Milo rebutted with a mocking tone.

"Then, tell me why are you betraying the Lord?"

Cyril is very serious with his question. If looks could kill, Milo would have been killed any second now.

"Betray? I merely showed gratitude for saving us. Don't tell me you're already a slave."

This time, Milo is no longer playful. He said that in a serious tone.

"Slave? It is an honor to save the Lord."

"No, the Lord kills his follower. First, the Plague Priest. He sacrificed the Plague Priest to achieve his goal. If we don't leave, we'll all be sacrificed."

Cyril thought went silent and thought for a while. What Milo said is indeed plausible.

"Are you coming with me?" Milo asked.

The moment that Cyril said no, he is resolute to leave him here. He would no longer care about him.

Meanwhile, Cyril stared at him and answered, "yes."

It was unknown where did he got his courage but he chose to follow Milo.

What Milo said is indeed logical. He is willing to serve but not to the point to sacrifice his life for the Lord he barely knows.

…

Meanwhile, Cold Wind is still playing his harp. However, his mood is not as good as before.

Before Cyril and Milo left, he felt an ominous feeling from Milo.

He was unsure if it was because of the demonic cloud.

"Hopefully it is not as what I think it is."

This is not the time for him to worry about it. The bats are already there.

They would already reach him after a few moments.