252 Severing The Gods' Support
As for the scissors, it was so damn heavy to even drag it around in such a weakened state of mine. So I preferred to store it away and summon it later.
“Now it’s your turn…” I looked at the pale faces out of fear of my boys. Of course seeing their boss harshly treating himself like that was frightening.
I knew if not for my rage earlier, I would never even consider doing this to myself. And right now even if I had all the rage in the world, I would never dare to repeat such an experience out of my pure will ever again!
I wasn’t that masochistic kind of a guy anyway, perhaps that jumper might be someone like that.
“You… come one by one and stand in a long line,” I pointed my glaive towards the Grounders army. After all, I had a weird thought that I wanted to test here.
If my scissors could absorb blessing points even from me, then those boys coming from another apocalypse could donate their points to my beloved scissors as well, right?
It was a theory, so fantastic that I hoped it would turn true. Per my orders, and under the guidance of their three generals, the first Grounders’ army stood in a very, very long line, made up entirely of one giant dude of them.
“Lord…” just as the first stood in front of me, I summoned the scissors and didn’t hesitate to stab its blade into their chest.
That giant dude was shocked, seemingly knowing what was going to happen to him.
“Endure like a man,” I said in a deep tone, “your lord endured, so can’t you do the same?”
Just as I said that, I heard the deep and majestic voice of my scissors again. This time the voice came clearer or my mind was void of any interruption.
As for the poor dude in front of me, he stood motionless, with a pale face out of fright.
“Do it,” without hesitation or showing any sign of mercy, I gave the order. The next thing I saw was the blades of my scissors shining all in bright blue white colour like lightning.
Damn! That was a nice scene to witness. It didn’t take longer than a few breaths before that dude fell on the ground, with a very weakened state of body.
“Don’t worry, it won’t last long,” I reassured him then checked the status of my scissors. “It got ten thousand blessing points… cool! Damn cool!”
“L… Lord…” that dude on the ground spoke in a weak and stuttered way, “I only had five thousand,” he added before he collapsed on the ground, seemingly losing his consciousness.
Yet I never cared to spare him a glance. All my attention was focused over my beloved scissors. “So you can also double the amount of blessing points going through you? Fantastic! Now, let’s put this fuel into good usage.”
If stabbing made it absorb, then cutting by its two big blades would do the other function. I faced great difficulty raising it, even having to summon two of my Bulltors to help.
[The god nemesis scissors felt the presence of a link with a god inside that person’s soul] ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀꪶ
[Do you want to cut it?]
“Do it,” I said in urgency and the next moment my scissors lost all the weight it carried, flew by itself in the air before performing a fast series of cutting motions that left afterimages behind.
“Ahhh!!!” even that dude who lost his consciousness screamed out of immense pain. It seemed he couldn’t tolerate the work of my scissors, but he had to endure.
At this moment I felt that losing consciousness wasn’t a bad thing after all. Just in a few moments, my scissors stopped, regained its heavy weight and slammed heavily over the ground.
*Thud!*
And that dude fell on the ground like a heavy rock. “Next,” I decided to wait until he’d regain his consciousness then let Lok bind again with him.
“Lord…” yet when I said this word, everyone behind that dude stepped a few steps backwards. The one to speak was Seif, who had a pale face like white paper as well.
“Come or die,” I threatened, “I won’t let you all suffer from your gods. I have one god ready to take you all in. either comply or I’d go by myself and kill anyone defying my orders.”
It wasn’t a moment for such defiance or hesitation. I knew they were terrified, but that didn’t mean they’d refuse to do this process.
It was a mandatory operation, a painful path they had to venture to get their freedom from their pathetic gods.
As I didn’t show any reliance towards them, they started to come at me one by one with shaking legs. Of course their experiences didn’t differ much from the first dude, all ended up screaming, losing consciousness twice, hitting the ground with their bodies at the end.
Yet I found that I was a little rash in using my blessing points before. After all, I gained almost one million fuel points from all of them.
Of course some had blessing points in thousands, others had in hundreds, and a substantial amount of them had zero points. Yet with numbers, I managed to get more than I even imagined.
“Take them all in!” by the half of the process, those who lost their consciousness first stood up in better shape.
I said my words to Lok, who didn’t delay and sent over his invitation to them.
The situation then turned upside down. Those who were previously screaming and were in such pain, agony, and weakness, were now screaming out of pure excitement.
Gaining a new god supporting them held a better, much better feeling especially after losing their past gods support.
And with that, the remaining half held more courage and showed more resolve and readiness than the first half.
After all they all saw with their own eyes how this pathetic experience would end. And that was a decisive factor in turning their attitude towards me one hundred and eighty degrees around.
Just seeing this change made me regret not waiting until the first dude regained his consciousness.
Anyway, I took almost twelve hours to finish all of them. Just as I finished, I started to scroll through the messages coming from everyone.