Holt''s entire body was constantly exploding, causing wounds to appear all over him. However, what flowed from these wounds was not red blood, but a ck,


    viscous liquid.


    In an instant, the ck liquid turned transparent and re-entered Holt''s body. His wounds began to heal rapidly until they werepletely gone.


    ck energy receded from Holt''s abdomen, gradually moving upward, and was soon forced into his brain. Holt roared, "Dark Lord, don''t let me see you in another world!"


    Boom!


    A thunderous sound echoed through the sky. The connection to Holt''s demonic power was severed by the Cold Lord, but the evil seed in Holt''s brain remained. This was because the ck shadow nourished Holt, allowing him to survive.


    Each evil god could only nurture one puppet per dimension. The puppet carried a seed of the evil god within them. If the puppet died, the seed would transform into demonic energy and return to the evil god.


    Only when this energy returned could the evil god seek a new puppet in the world. Since evil gods were not bound by dimensions, having two seeds in the same dimensions would alert the dimensional guardians.


    The dimensional guardians would then appear, destroy the puppet, and seal the seed, preventing the evil god from invading that dimension again. The Dark Messenger used the ck shadow to absorb dark energy and sustain Holt''s life, effectively trapping the seed in a new way.


    "Cold Lord, you coward!"


    The Dark Messenger cursed under his breath. He had expected the Cold Lord to cooperate for the sake of his interest in this world. But instead, the god chose to relinquish his foothold rather than work with him.


    However, the Dark Messenger had anticipated this. The seed attracted dark energy, providing Holt with unlimited potential. Now that Holt had be the Dark Messenger''s puppet, he could use Holt to achieve anything he desired.


    Holt looked at the Dark Messenger with astonishment. "Lord Dark Messenger, you... you actually forced back the Cold Lord. Your power is truly incredible."


    The Dark Messenger stared at Holt and said, "Holt, your life is now in my hands. From now on, I am your master. I want you to hunt down Wilbur."


    "No."


    Holt shook his head. "Lord Dark Messenger, without the power of the Cold Lord, my strength has diminished greatly. It''s almost impossible for me to fight Wilbur. He''s too powerful."


    The Dark Messenger''s gaze turned cold. "I only asked you to hunt him, not kill him. You control the entire Burd Bay area. Find Wilbur''s whereabouts quickly. I want him dead within a day."


    "Yes, Lord Dark Messenger."


    Although Holt felt humiliated, he knew that without the energy of the Cold Lord, he could only survive through the Dark Messenger''s ck shadow puppet. It was a disgrace for Holt, the Pope of the church, to be reduced to a prisoner.


    But Holt saw a chance. Wilbur was strong, and during the inevitable battle between Wilbur and the Dark Messenger, he nned to seize the opportunity to strike down the Dark Messenger. Even if it meant sacrificing his life, he would avenge himself.


    Half an hourter, Holt returned to Ede. In an underground pce, Holt used special equipment to contact members of the church controlling various nations in the Burd Bay area.