บท 201: Chapter 65: You Should Have Said So Earlier

"Mist and Ahtal have come to rescue you," the God of Blood said with eyes closed, his voice weak as he lightly chuckled towards Michael, who was shackled beside him:

"I am about to die, and even if they didn't come to rescue you, you could leave the Temple of Blood sooner or later."

"Can't we seek a god to heal you?" Michael looked at the God of Blood who sat on the throne, resembling a dried-up corpse, blood flowing from him.

After returning to the Temple of Blood, the God of Blood, who was obsessed with the beauty of men, did not immediately lay a hand on him, but instead fell into... a deep slumber.

After waking up, he appeared feeble, even more devoid of the strength to strike at him, similar to how a man in the throes of a high fever might struggle to achieve an erection.

"Is there a cure for 'Death' poisoning in you?" the God of Blood asked back, then immediately answered his own question.