Defying the Fate of Beheading-Chapter 471 - 264: As Long As I Can Save Him_2

Previously, the Abyssal Church was always feared by many forces for its madness and fearlessness.

But today, they’ve encountered another group on the continent even more insane.

They were crushed by the will of the God of Love Church believers.

Strings of a harp tore through the storm, pinning down the avatar of Slaanesh, severely wounded.

It was a lethal strike from the avatar of the Love God.

An explosion echoed.

Through the war breach torn by Pope Fulin, the Love God avatar directly ripped the divine-forged avatar of Slaanesh to pieces.

"You guys go first."

Tut stood before them, holding the pope’s sacred mace:

"Rudelson, Xilin, my friends, I hope you find happiness in the rest of your days."

"Now, I must fulfill the promise I made before the gods, to fight for all that is beautiful."

The mace swung down.

The demigod’s demiplane, originally a protective net difficult for any saint to tear through,

But at this moment, under the madness of the God of Love Church, a passage to the outside world was ripped open.

With a sorrowful glance at Tut, the two turned and left the demiplane.

Staying would only restrict the God of Love Church further.

They couldn’t even count how many priests had fallen trying to prevent the approaching Slaaneshi cultists.

Suddenly, it seemed the Slaanesh Church had plunged into complete madness.

Over a third of the demons and cultists besieged by the God of Love Church died instantly on the spot.

In the twisted light, the Four Gods of Slaanesh descended as a blood sacrifice.

As it descended, its cruel gaze was fixed on Rudelson and Xilin.

In an instant, the saint fell.

A twisted, deadly beam tore open the sky.

The God of Love’s divine-forged avatar blocked it without hesitation.

Instantly, an irreparable scar appeared on the avatar.

In Rudelson’s terrified gaze, a cascade of blood fell on the two of them.

"Ah..."

Pope Tut spewed blood heavily, half of his body had already disappeared.

"Andy Lux, from now on, implement the wartime orders, you’ve been promoted as the pope candidate."

Tut looked at them, his face pale from pain and blood loss:

"Go."

Rudelson’s half-arm had also evaporated while protecting Xilin.

But he used his remaining hand to carry Xilin, instantly departing the demiplane.

But as the rift of the demiplane slowly healed, he landed outside on a temporary teleportation array prepared by the God of Love Church, their figures vanished.

When the two landed, they had returned to Byron Territory.

"Rude..."

Xilin tried hard to stop the bleeding with her clothes.

But for some reason, any cloth touching Rudelson’s wound dissolved.

"Let’s get to the castle first."

Rudelson weakly said.

The castle soon bustled with activity.

The housekeeper and maids got busy instantly upon discovering the lord and lady’s return.

Various methods for stopping the bleeding and healing were used on Rudelson.

But it was of no use.

Slaanesh, descended as a saint, unleashed an irreversible attack at the cost of self-sacrifice—a rule-level injury.

The castle’s current means could not stop Rudelson’s march toward death.

Before long, Housekeeper Martin approached gravely:

"Madam, the situation is dire."

Xilin didn’t speak, merely turned toward the studio:

"Do not disturb me for the time being."

She shut the door and grabbed "The Love of a Lifetime" on one painting board.

Then placed another sheet on a separate board.

She began to draw.

The neighboring "The Love of a Lifetime" started corroding even faster than she had imagined.

Xilin was sure that if not for the information from "The Love of a Lifetime" holding her lover’s life, he would’ve been dead already.

"I’ve never repeated a creation in my life, but for you, it’s worth it."

She picked up the brush.

Filled with her lifelong love, but this time she did not unleash her creative drive.

She aimed to quickly replicate "The Love of a Lifetime."

The precise brush became a miracle in her hands.

The lifelike portrait emerged once again.

She left the eyes blank and turned to the third board, continuing to copy "The Love of a Lifetime."

Third piece, fourth piece...

When the partial draft of the fifth "The Love of a Lifetime" was created, the original was almost burnt out.

Xilin then painted eyes onto the copy of "The Love of a Lifetime."

As the first painting dissipated, she activated the second without hesitation.

New information was born.

Healthy information began to continuously impact Rudelson’s grievous injuries.

She resumed creating.

But this time, she barely managed three paintings when the first copy was about to disappear.

She could only paint eyes onto the second copy.

This time, she completed just two paintings when the second copy nearly decayed.

She painted eyes onto the third copy.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, her face was extremely pale.

Because this time, she hadn’t finished a single painting before the third copy began to disappear.

The loss surpassed the gain.

Her face grew more desperate as the number of accumulated "The Love of a Lifetime" copies dwindled rapidly.

Finally, at some point, her pale face appeared extremely weak.

And she did not pick up the brush again.

Because as she painted the last painting’s eyes, the remaining time was insufficient to complete another piece.

Sitting in the studio, she cried out loud:

"I’m sorry, Rudelson, truly sorry."

Then, at some unknown point, a little maid appeared behind Xilin.

She gently embraced Xilin from behind.

"Master, don’t cry."

Xilin continued weeping.

The little maid appeared anxious, but Louis felt a shiver in his heart.

From his perspective, he clearly saw the maid’s eyes had turned a charming pink.

In the Love God’s dark promotion, the biggest change of the dark version was the eyes shifting from black to pink.

He watched as the glimmer in Xilin’s eyes disappeared.

"Master, that power comes from Slaanesh, with no equivalent force capable of interference."

Xilin murmured:

"What should I do?"

The little maid gently rubbed her face against Xilin’s and said:

"You can’t do it alone unless aided by external assistance."

"External assistance?" Xilin’s eyes showed a trace of struggle, "What kind of external assistance?"

The maid turned to face Xilin, squatted and said:

"Such a pity!"

"No matter what you choose now, you cannot alter the outcome."

"Waiting here without drawing ensures safety, but Rudelson on the sickbed won’t withstand the rule’s assault, moving toward death."

"If you pick up the brush to continue, hastily finishing it, you’ll buy yourselves some time."

"Yet you well know, a painting incapable of capturing another’s essence will create information polluting his existence."

"Even if he withstands the rule’s eradication, Rudelson you know will no longer exist."

"If you opt for suicide to escape pain, you’ll still not alter his fate, and further waste the second chance he gave you with his life."

"The Love God cannot help you, but I can."

"Master, are you willing to relinquish everything?"

Xilin, dazed, uttered:

"Abandon everything?"

The maid replied:

"Yes."

Her moist lips parted, a pink Vermilion condensed before the maid.

"Swallow this, and the Goddess of Beauty shards within you will completely vanish."

"Everything beautiful between you both will become past."

"Memories of love shared will disappear forever."

"Yet..."

Her voice was filled with sadness:

"If it’s you, surely you sense, my power resembles Slaanesh’s, doesn’t it?"

"Remember, master, once you swallow this, you’re no longer Xilin."

"You will become... the new Love God."

"You are the dark Love God."

Xilin’s expression finally turned calm.

She opened her mouth and swallowed the Vermilion.

"As long as he can be saved, becoming another person, what does it matter?"