You call this a black hand?

What is a miracle?

For Guderian, who had dealt with gods before, they were just phenomena that seemed mysterious but were actually false, or seemed mysterious but actually belonged to some kind of special magic.

However, when he saw Caesar lying on the hospital bed, looking pale and about to die, he obeyed his instructions and began to pray silently.

He suddenly discovered that a real miracle had come!

No special light or shadow appeared, but the air around Caesar, who was swollen due to the curse, suddenly began to heat up, and the already extremely weak fire of life in this top hunter suddenly began to burn fiercely!

"Lava breathing?"

The client who was praying silently did not seem to notice the changes in himself, but Guderian, who was standing beside the bed, suddenly widened his eyes.

The lava breathing method is a top hunter breathing method inherited by the Church of the Night, and it is also the foundation of Caesar's practice.

Of course Guderian knew this.

But what made him unbelievable was that the breathing method practiced by the dying guy in front of him had begun to advance!

The scorching heat brought about by the advancement caused the furniture in the bedroom to dry out and begin to crack. Caesar's body, which was swollen and affected by the water curse, quickly returned to normal.

After the dry moisture evaporated, it turned into a white mist, covering the bed, making Caesar, who was still praying, look like a god!

However, all these appearances could not attract Guderian's attention at all.

At this time, he was staring closely at the other person's body, his eyes faintly flashing with a dark blue luster, which seemed to be able to see through certain situations inside his body.

The more he watched, the more shocked Guderian was.

Because he could clearly see how the invisible "qi" that appeared in Caesar's body due to the practice of breathing techniques, under the influence of a mysterious and unpredictable force, swept away all the hidden wounds and curse accumulation in his body!

These things not only devoured Caesar's life, but also hindered Caesar's ability to completely practice the breathing method to the top.

The Church of the Night has evaluated him and believes that under normal circumstances, even if Caesar lives for another hundred years, it is impossible for him to reach the top and become a saint on earth in such a physical state.

However, now, everything is silently proving that the hand of God that should have died is really running towards the realm of saints!

And the reason is just a simple prayer for the son of destiny...

Guderian was unable to attend the sacrifice not long ago because he was imprisoned at Chelsea Manor, and of course he did not witness the shocking miracle.

Although he heard about it afterwards, he didn't feel much about it.

But now, he was stunned on the spot.

Because compared to the so-called bells that spread all over the world, everything that seemed ordinary at the moment had a greater impact on him.

He is also a hunter, and his realm is almost the same as Caesar's. Naturally, he can clearly understand how difficult it is to reach the top.

But at this moment, the road that should have been difficult was broken so easily...

Thinking about his decades of hard work and practice, and then looking at this guy who was blessed but didn't seem to know it, a flash of fanaticism suddenly flashed in Guderian's eyes.

…

As a person involved, Caesar can actually clearly feel everything happening in his body.

He could even intuitively discover that his condition, which was supposed to be extremely weak, was rapidly improving.

Normally, this would definitely shock him inside.

But at this moment, as the mysterious power quietly descended into his body, and as he continued to pray, he could vaguely "see" a hazy figure emerging from the depths of his mind.

The figure was as vast as the sky and as dark and unpredictable as the sea. Just one "look" made Caesar, a top hunter who had seen countless big scenes, feel a sense of surrender and worship.

He was indeed expressing surrender, even worship, but the figure didn't even look at him, as if he couldn't see his existence at all.

"How could a giant see an ant as humble as dust on the ground?"

When he finished praying and slowly opened his eyes, only this thought remained in his mind, which filled Caesar with disappointment. Even the joy that should have existed due to the breakthrough was not born at all.

"W-what did you just go through?"

An anxious voice sounded from beside him.

Looking sideways at the middle-aged gentleman beside the bed whose expression could not hide his expectant look, Caesar had no intention of hiding anything.

Because he clearly understood that he could survive, and the role played by the person in front of him was very crucial. Coupled with his identity as a believer in truth, Caesar was inexplicably filled with trust.

However, just as he opened his mouth to tell the truth, he closed his mouth again.

Because a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, which made him change his mind.

That is, to be honest, it is not what that stalwart being wants. Exploring her identity will also arouse her displeasure.

This idea was strange, but Caesar didn't question it at all. It seemed that the previous expression of surrender had been deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul and had become some kind of instinct.

So he just shook his head and replied in a dry voice: "I, I don't know."

…

He casually created a human saint who practiced breathing techniques to the highest level. He seemed to be loyal to him, but Melen didn't know anything about it.

At this time, he had already arrived in the lobby that was used to hold the entrance ceremony. As a result, before he could see any acquaintances, he was surrounded by a group of strangers of the same age.

These peers seemed to be polite, and in their conversation and introduction, they were either rich or noble, and none of them came from ordinary backgrounds.

Mellen deeply felt how welcome he was at this time.

But at the same time, he saw that because of the behavior of these young wizards from big families, most of the students around him who were originally curious or cordially looking at him became increasingly distant and indifferent.

People's hearts are very complicated. It doesn't mean that Melen is a very powerful person and others must come to fawn over him.

In other words, people who pursue interests would do this, but most onlookers would naturally choose to stay away when they discovered that Melen was not from the same world as them.

This is actually not in line with Iger Wilson's "people-friendly" personality.

But before Mellen could do anything, an old professor with gray hair and a rather strong physique hurried into the auditorium.

After glancing at the special existence of Melen, he did not say anything. Instead, he stood in front of the podium and began to announce the rules of the next practice test, as well as precautions, etc.