My teacher is a deity.

Chapter 44 You won't even call me Bishop once

Sargeras stood amidst the blood and ash, staring blankly at the old man who had been with him for nearly ten years.

A long time ago, I was brought back to this orphanage by Pavit.

But his memory had become somewhat hazy.

He found himself unable to recall the appearance of the "Blood Saint Princess" he revered, but he had a deep impression of this old man whom he did not care much about.

Especially now.

Pavit collapsed into his own hands, his breathing gradually weakening.

Is this called matricide?

This is a very serious and despicable act under the law.

Perhaps I should save her?

She is also a vampire, and it seems she used to be a highly decorated soldier.

Pavit was also the princess's bodyguard.

Thinking this, Sargeras couldn't help but step forward, the killing intent in his hand beginning to weaken as he prepared a healing spell.

The healing magic was so unfamiliar that Sargeras almost forgot the spell's incantation.

Step by step, Sargeras walked forward.

At that moment, another voice came.

"What? Getting soft-hearted?"

His eyes flickered slightly as he looked behind him, but there was no one there.

"You've really disappointed me, Sargeras."

The Blood Demon turned his head to look ahead, but there was nothing else there.

"Those who aspire to great things will inevitably have their hands stained with blood and tears."

This time, the Blood Demon heard clearly.

He looked at his chest, where a bloody gash was etched—the mark of the Child of Shadows.

It is the Shadow Bishop.

The Blood Demon remained silent, hesitating for a long time.

"She can't die, or we won't be able to ask other altars for help."

"Oh, really? That's really considering the bigger picture."

The Shadow Bishop chuckled, "Then please, Blood Demon."

Blood Demon was stunned. He hadn't expected that the Shadow Bishop wouldn't try to bewitch or entice him this time.

He pondered for a moment, then cast the healing spell again, but strangely, the original pale green light of the spell turned blood red, and Sargeras did not notice this.

As he lay in a pool of blood, Pavitt's eyes widened slightly, and despair welled up in his heart.

As a fourth-tier mage.

Even on her deathbed, she could see things very clearly.

She saw the Blood Demon's mind being swallowed by the shadows.

The already precarious bottom line is being pushed down time and time again.

Under the influence of the Shadow Bishop, Sargeras easily slid into the abyss.

She couldn't save Sargeras at all; she couldn't prevent her child from resisting the Blood Demon's embrace.

Sargeras walked toward Pavit, the healing spell in his hand transforming into a blood-red blade.

The redemption I once longed for has somehow transformed into liberation.

"Goodbye, Mother, may your laziness be forgiven by Lilith."

With that, Blood Blade slashed down instantly, aiming straight for Pavit's head.

At that moment, a short, shadowy blade landed right between the two.

Sargeras looked up and met a pair of eyes full of disdain.

"I'm really disappointed. I didn't expect that I would be dealing not only with a fanatical terrorist, but also with a piece of trash who only dares to kill his mother."

That's so damn cheap!

Edith flipped her hand, and shadow magic erupted instantly, with countless sharp spikes surging from the ground.

At such a short distance, Sargeras caught a full load in an instant.

Instinctively, Sargeras released a new blood puppet, blocking Idis's subsequent thrust and instantly creating distance.

For a moment, Sargeras's eyes darted around uncertainly.

Why would the commander of the city's defense forces be here?

Edith also stared coldly at the Blood Demon, took out a scroll from her bosom, and threw it at Sister Pavit, who was seriously injured.

In an instant, the ice and snow spread, freezing the nun into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye, leaving her life hanging on the brink of death.

"A fifth-tier spell, Frozen Aura?"

"So willing to part with it?"

Edith stared coldly at Sargeras, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

"I'm not like you. I still know what it means to be grateful for someone's upbringing, you scumbag."

As soon as she finished speaking, Edith flickered again, turning into a shadow.

In just a moment, Sargeras was attacked nearly a hundred times, and his blood gushed out.

This sudden attack put immense pressure on the Blood Demon, making him truly realize the power of the Blood Clan's elite forces.

The last time he met Edith was in the Green Valley Underground City.

The other side needed to fight off the enemy and protect the people, and the scene was chaotic, which allowed him to slip away unscathed right under their noses.

Now, there are no blood packs or any space for maneuvering in this orphanage.

It was extremely difficult for a mage skilled in summoning spells to deal with an assassin who had already gotten close!

In just a few minutes of fighting, several of his blood puppets had already been torn to pieces. If the fight continued like this, he would soon run out of magic power and die here!

"Heh heh heh, are you in despair, Sargeras?"

The Shadow Bishop's laughter echoed in the wind as he looked mockingly at this self-important son of God.

"If you have the time, why don't you quickly send troops over to provide support!"

"Huh? On what grounds?"

"What?"

Sargeras froze, his eyes flickering as he looked at the bloody gash on his chest.

"Sargeras, has my leniency caused you to misunderstand something?"

"You're not unique, you idiot."

"How much time have you dedicated from the moment you first contacted us until now?"

"And look at another one, Vichy. She hasn't received as much support as we have, but her growth rate is much faster than yours!"

"And you? You can't even handle a small mission in war. I think you should just dig out your magic circuit and give it to whoever you want."

The Shadow Bishop mocked Sargeras with unrestrained sarcasm, showing utter contempt for this arrogant and ignorant madman.

In an instant, his heart felt as if it had plunged into an icy river.

His emotional changes quickly affected the battle, creating more weaknesses in the Blood Puppet's defenses.

The shadowy assassin opposite him did not miss this opportunity, suddenly appearing behind him and piercing his heart with a sharp, cold blade.

"What......."

"What exactly do you want?"

At this moment, the Shadow Bishop's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Do you think we're playing house? That we can succeed without putting in any effort?"

"Sargeras, until now, you haven't even been willing to call me a bishop."

His mind was in turmoil, the pressure of life and death, the shattering of his pride—one event after another struck his heart like a heavy hammer.

Struggle, hesitate, and finally become numb.

Sargeras lowered his head completely.

"Bishop Harrison... save me."

"Oh, good, very good."

The Shadow Bishop laughed as Sargeras's bloody wound on his chest suddenly burst open, unleashing a powerful resistance ring spell that instantly sent Idis flying!

As the smoke cleared, Edith frowned sharply, the blade in his hand trembling with rage.

She witnessed the most sinful and despicable scene.

Sargeras had pierced his foster mother and was greedily sucking her blood.

With his betrayal, Sargeras was ultimately given a second chance.

He has advanced to the fourth rank.