Qi Xing and Elaine were no fools; they reacted immediately, exchanging glances.

The over two thousand zombies, of course, referred to those people who had consumed the corpse poison Qi Xing had used to save the cruise ship.

Qi Xing was planning to cure them anyway, so Samael giving him a more convenient method wasn't a bad thing.

But turning flesh into wheat was originally a symbolic power of Osiris as the god of plants and harvest.

Then, what about using flesh to make bread for people to eat, allowing them to be resurrected from the dead?

This story was far too classic.

So much so that neither Qi Xing nor Elaine could pretend that Samael was just joking.

The golden light of the transformation dissipated, and the dust began to settle.

Qi Xing straightened up in the center of the golden wheat field.

He wore the new armor gifted to him by the Creator, its majesty radiant and awe-inspiring.

Its surface was carved with countless ancient runes, all prayers and hymns written in hieroglyphs.

It was as if a heavenly god had descended to earth.

His face was that of a holy corpse.

His weapon was like burning gold.

His voice was like rolling thunder.

Elaine watched, dumbfounded.

Samael carefully admired his heroic figure, smiling sneakily like a cat.

Was everything that happened today her failure?

Although she had been beaten severely by the Descender for the second time, Samael didn't consider herself a failure at all now.

What did Qi Xing rely on to defeat her in the final moment of today's battle? It was relying on his high synchronization rate with Osiris.

Because Osiris, Master Leipu, and her detestable brother were all people who sacrificed themselves to feed others, people who would make sacrifices for others.

Samael had suffered enough of that. So this time, she would change tactics. She didn't want to foolishly go head-to-head with guys like her brother anymore.

In fact, after such an exchange today, she had already thought of some kind deeds that could benefit her goals, and she planned to start working on them right now.

This time, Samael would make the Descender from the upper world into a hero of her own making.

She would no longer fight him; instead, as Isis, she would sacrifice a little of herself to help him ascend to the throne of this world.

To become her—yes, the point is hers—mortal god-king, helping her realize the great cause of creating a new world!

Side Story: A Blessing for This Lewd World

The side story is basically comedic; please don't pay too much attention if characters seem out of character.

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The day after the cruise ship exploded.

After resting for a night, Qi Xing didn't delay any further and immediately went to treat—or perhaps it should be called resurrecting—those people he had turned into zombies.

They had notified the Exorcism Association in advance, and the Exorcism Association had contacted the Japanese government's secret department to cooperate. Everyone went to harvest the wheat ears in the entire hotel room, hurriedly husking and grinding them into flour.

Qi Xing scooped up the flour ground from the wheat made from his own blood with his hands. The powder falling through his fingers looked as sparkling as gold dust.

"This makes me want to eat a bite myself."

He couldn't help but say.

Elaine immediately shook her head: "Absolutely not."

Thus, Qi Xing could only watch helplessly as the staff hired by the Japanese Public Security used this flour to make a bunch of flatbreads and shove them into the oven. Without using yeast, and using only freshly ground whole wheat flour, salt, and water, the dough didn't rise much before being baked.

The baked bread was dense and looked as shiny as gold. Just looking at it made one's mouth naturally start to water.

Can I really not eat it?

Qi Xing couldn't help but turn to look at Elaine, his expression a bit pitiful.

Someone seeing this scene might ask—damn, you are The Worlds Strongest Man, why are you so indecisive about eating something, having to look at a woman's expression? Fuck!

However, the answer is actually very realistic.

Precisely because Qi Xing is The Worlds Strongest Man, one of the ultimate weapons of righteousness in this depraved and lewd world, he cannot just eat anything randomly!

If someone secretly put dirty things and lewd curses into what he ate, controlling and using him, wouldn't the world fall into a great crisis?

That is why the Exorcism Association sent the exorcist nun Elaine to be Qi Xing's personal assistant.

She is not just an assistant during battle, not just Qi Xing's consultant on Western mysticism, but she can also handle all housework, process documents and reports—and in terms of cooking, Elaine even holds licenses as a professional nutritionist and athlete trainer!

Everything Qi Xing normally puts into his mouth must pass through her hands; only then can the safety of the people of the world be protected!

"No."

So Elaine said very seriously,

"Unless there is absolutely no other way, please do not eat things of unknown origin that may have been tampered with by demonic power."

This made sense; after all, it wasn't like Qi Xing had nothing to eat, and he didn't have to eat the bread made from this strange wheat.

He could only watch helplessly as the staff cut the bread into pieces and distributed them to the two thousand unlucky tourists who had turned into zombies.

Naturally, the zombies didn't like eating bread, but after it was forced into their mouths, their eyes immediately began to shine. Within ten minutes, they recovered from the zombification, becoming dazed but normal living people, and even the previous hypnosis and many injuries were eliminated.

The staff hurriedly took them away in batches to erase the memories of the past few days and send them back to their daily lives.

"I want to order some of this wheat."

A supervisor from the Exorcism Association couldn't help but exclaim,

"It must be very useful when treating victims."

Qi Xing felt the same.

But Elaine shook her head firmly: "Doing some tests is fine, but I suggest not putting it into large-scale use yet. I will send the relevant reports to the Rome headquarters."

Since the expert said so, the local supervisor of the Exorcism Association naturally gave up.

But Qi Xing couldn't help it in the end, and privately asked Elaine: "Why exactly? Do you know something else?"

In fact, Elaine really did know something else. Something she didn't even dare to say.

"Qi Xing, you should know that Osiris's sacrifice and flesh symbolize the abundance that the Nile brings to the Egyptians. The wheat he grew with his blood is the symbol of life, right?"

After a long time, after making sure there was no one else around, she whispered to Qi Xing.

Qi Xing nodded: "Yes, what's the problem with that? The flesh of a plant god, a symbol of abundance, becoming a symbol of life after being made into a staple food—this concept is common throughout the world, and even exists in Eastern religions."

For example, in Qi Xing's motherland, as well as in Japan and South Korea, which also belong to the Eastern cultural sphere, rice actually has a sacred nature. Similar concepts are common throughout the world and do not distinguish between countries and races. It's just that modern people have gradually become less particular about this.

Gods who can multiply bread and rice, and thus nourish more life, are sacred symbols no matter where they are.

"That's true, but…"

Elaine sighed desperately,

"Do you know which part of the body the flesh that Osiris brought to Egypt for abundance and food is in the oldest records of the Book of the Pharaohs?"

Oh.

It's [that] part, right?

It's the part that was bitten off by a crocodile and lost in the Nile, right?

"In other words, these two thousand people now have to symbolically Suck my… Damn it, why did you make me associate this with that?! I don't want to think about this, I don't want to know!!"

At this point, Qi Xing really wished he could delete his own memory.

Elaine was anxious too: "Didn't you ask this yourself?! I also—I also didn't want to say it at all!"

"Yesterday you told me [Gods are not just lewd jokes for memes], why has it turned into a lewd joke now!?"

Yeah, why did it turn out like this?

Perhaps it's because, in fact, regardless of civilization, race, or era, even if they can't be presented in polite society—deep down, everyone actually likes lewd jokes.

So after returning to the hotel, Qi Xing and Elaine decided it was better for everyone to pretend this conversation never happened.

Only Samael thought this was hilarious: "Being fastidious in such a place? So what if the flesh of a specific organ brings food? The food you usually eat is grown using manure compost anyway."

"Humans, you are really too hypocritical—"

The bratty evil god floated in the room, chuckling and mocking the mortals.

Qi Xing and Elaine didn't directly refute her this time. No one could win an argument with the Creator of the world on such matters. After all, she could see every atom clearly.

However, without needing to communicate with each other, they were both calculating in their hearts—next time, if they really had to use this mythological power, Qi Xing should just use his own blood, and never involve the symbolism of any organ parts again.

And in the future, whenever there is a chance, they must properly teach this detestable bratty evil god a lesson!

Volume 2: Hello, I Am a Cow Hunter Knight!

025: Lei █ Xia

It sounds a bit incredible, but in reality, the mortality rate for professions like exorcists and Witch Hunters in this world is not as high as imagined.

As long as they are not ambushed by conspiracies, in most cases, monsters and ghosts are successfully defeated by exorcism experts. This is because righteous people with power pass it down from generation to generation, constantly condensing magic power and imparting knowledge.

These tricks for eliminating evil things were discovered and learned by them generation after generation after paying a huge sacrifice, so the win rate of modern exorcists is actually quite high.

But the above win rate is limited to professionals who have accumulated experience over generations. In other words, only specialized exorcism families, or religious schools with a long history, as well as secret departments of major governments, have high exorcism efficiency.

Those amateur/countryside exorcists who have no accumulation, no organization, and only third-rate equipment, for the most part, need to try their best to defeat small monsters, ghosts, and small demons in one-on-one battles.

And when facing middle-level monsters, middle-level ghosts, and middle-level demons—this is of course just a metaphor, not a fixed level—when facing opponents of that level, to ensure victory, at least a dozen countryside exorcists are needed.

This does not mean that amateur exorcists are really useless. At least for Muggles, the power possessed by amateur exorcists is already outrageous. Even though they have low cultivation and lack sufficient variety of spell inheritance, even if they only use their pitifully small amount of magic power to strengthen their bodies, they have defensive power like iron armor.

Even if surrounded by ten policemen and shot with pistols, they won't die easily.

The result of this is that no matter what type of demon hunter, it is not so easy to die in the line of duty; instead, they often end up wishing they were dead.

Compared to killing hunters, most evil spirits and demons would rather capture them alive to enjoy █ or extract magic power; or they want to sell them as slave prostitutes, and some even capture exorcists to use as live test subjects, with all kinds of terrifying reasons.

Since they have to do this line of work, most people have a psychological awareness of death.

However, there are too many things in this world that are worse than death.

The fourth day after the cruise ship exploded.

Italy, Rome, southern part.

This is a warehouse in the suburbs.

"Let, let me go! Let me go!!"

The recently highly anticipated young independent female demon hunter, Katerina Ferrari, is now lying miserably on the warehouse floor.

A year ago, she graduated from college, left her hometown with a useless diploma, came to the big city of Rome, obtained a private investigator license, and started her own exorcism business.

In one year, she completed several quite difficult practical commissions, even met the person she liked, gained a lot of self-confidence, and was full of expectations for the future.

But yesterday, Katerina made a fatal mistake at work.

Her proud ability was completely sealed.

Since she was a child, Katerina's left eye has possessed the ability of [Evil Eye]. It is a curse that has been passed down since ancient times in the Mediterranean and the Middle East. Anyone she stares at with her left eye, if they lack sufficient magic defense, will be paralyzed, fall ill, or even die instantly.

This is not Medusa, it's not that if [you don't look at her], you'll be fine. Even if she hides and peeks at you, you will be hit, which is actually terrifying.

In other words, as long as she can't open her eyes, this ability is meaningless.

Tonight, to investigate an illegal transaction between an Italian politician and a gang, she sneaked into a warehouse located in the suburbs of Rome, but was immediately attacked by powerful tear gas there.

She couldn't stand the severe pain in her eye mucosa, tears kept overflowing, and she couldn't open her evil eye. Although she gathered magic power to resist desperately, she was easily caught by the lackeys.

Obviously, these evildoers knew long ago that Katerina would come. In order to completely seal her advantage, they took countermeasures in advance, prepared gas masks that could be put on immediately, or applied special miracle antidotes to their faces to make the tear gas ineffective.

At this moment, Katerina's proud evil eye had been firmly covered by a leather eye mask, her limbs were bound, and she was exposed in an indecent posture before the grinning congressman.

Her breasts were actually full. And the leader of the evildoers even sprayed her with an aphrodisiac that increased sensitivity by three hundred times, how terrible!

"Little girl, you are still too young to catch me, I can only say your spirit is commendable."

The middle-aged, greasy, overweight congressman Antonio De Luca smiled and leaned toward the young demon hunter.

A moment later, a fishy smell and a disgusting feeling crawling across her cheek made Katerina scream in fright—because of the three-hundred-fold sensitivity, even though her eyes were completely covered, she could realize that she was being licked on the face by the greasy middle-aged congressman!!

"No, no!!"

Unfortunately, no one here cared about her screams. At most, it just made the congressman even more excited.