Virus King - Chapter 150

Chapter 150: He Is the True God Walking Among Mortals!

TL: YYang

“Stephen, our children are dying!”

Inside a house in the vast city, a woman’s cries, interspersed with coughing, echoed through the room.

The frail woman looked as though a gust of wind could knock her over, yet her gaze remained fixed on her three children, all of whom had fallen into unconsciousness.

A man with a high nose bridge sat helplessly, looking at the woman and their children. He opened his mouth, but his words were swallowed by a fit of violent coughing.

The woman, whose symptoms were comparatively milder, suddenly dropped to her knees with a thud. Drawing a cross over her body, she began to pray fervently:

“Great Lord, please descend Your glory upon us and forgive our sins. Amen…”

Her devout prayers yielded no divine response.

All they brought was a sudden, violent knock at the door!

Startled, the woman recoiled in fear, her eyes darting toward the source of the noise. In recent days, many people had been burned alive in desperate attempts to appease the Lord’s wrath.

Yet even the church now seemed powerless and overwhelmed.

As these thoughts raced through her mind, the woman held her breath. However, before she could act, a voice from outside the door called out:

“Stephen, it’s me—Henry! I’ve found someone who can heal us. He is a true god who takes pity on us. Our savior!”

The words left the woman momentarily stunned. She hurried to the door and opened it.

Indeed, standing there was the vagrant who often lingered at the street corner. Her husband had once given him food, and in return, he had occasionally offered small acts of assistance.

“Oh my God, Henry, you’ve recovered?! Is this a miracle of the Lord?”

Henry nodded, his expression resolute.

“Yes, Mrs. Stephen. But this miracle is not from the church’s wretched god. This is a god who truly loves us, a god who walks among mortals to help His humble children escape their suffering!”

The woman covered her mouth, staring in disbelief at the vagrant before her.

“Henry, you’ve joined a faith? You’re no longer without belief? But… I don’t want to hear blasphemy against the Lord—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the previously kind vagrant’s gaze turned cold and sharp.

At that moment, she recalled the same indifferent, icy eyes the church displayed when dealing with heretics and other members of rival faiths.

Henry’s tone became frigid.

“The great god, our compassionate Father, walks this city, saving all who are tormented by the plague. He has spoken His commandments: all who suffer from illness are His children. They may go to Him to be baptized and freed from the agony of disease!

“My relationship with Stephen is why I came to tell him this. If you still wish to rely on that wretched god of the church, drawing crosses in hopes of deliverance, then continue as you will. I have others to notify.”

With that, Henry shut the door and left without another word.

The woman turned to her husband and children, writhing in the grip of pain. Her hesitation lasted no more than two seconds before she abandoned her former faith.

“Let’s go, Stephen. My children. Let’s see if there truly is a god who will take pity on us!”

…

News spread rapidly across Florence.

A god who could free them from the plague had appeared in the city!

The vast city of Florence was soon abuzz with whispers of this miracle.

Countless families and individuals plagued by the Black Death disregarded the church’s warnings and lockdowns. They emerged from their homes and poured into the streets!

And at last, they saw Him—their god.

His figure was not particularly tall or burly, yet it stood exceptionally straight and dignified.

His facial features and hair color did not conform to traditional Western appearances, but there was an indescribable, soul-stirring charm about him.

Even though Henry, now acting as a preacher, loudly warned others that “God cannot be looked upon directly,” the figure clad in a dark green aura showed no signs of anger.

At that moment, countless devout followers of the church, like Mrs. Stephen before them, entirely cast aside their previous faith in their Lord.

They gazed at the figure with exhilaration, worship, and fervor.

For those suffering from illness, a single gentle touch from this divine figure caused all their symptoms to vanish with unimaginable speed.

“A miracle! This is a true miracle!”

“Great Lord, thank You for not abandoning Your most faithful followers!”

“Fools! Why are you using the rituals of the Church of Light to worship the true God? That is blasphemy!”

“Great Lord, please teach Your ignorant followers how to revere Your supreme greatness…”

The scene continued in this manner for a short time until a scream broke the air:

“The Church’s knights are here!”

In this era, the Church represented absolute authority.

Of course, in the face of the plague, this authority had plummeted to its nadir.

“Someone reported heresy being spread here! All unrelated individuals, clear the way immediately!”

Some blocked the knights, others stepped aside. The deep-rooted conflict between devout faith and secular authority was not something that could be resolved in a day or two.

But just then, something happened that none of them could have anticipated.

The great figure slowly emerged from behind.

“Among you, it seems there are those suffering from the afflictions that plague My children,” He said.

“Heresy!”

The knight leading the group, his eyes filled with hatred, thrust his sword at the figure before him.

Thud!

“Ah…”

The scream pierced the air, jarring and sharp.

This act of heretical judgment and desecration of a true god drew gasps and cries of outrage from the crowd.

“Damn the Church! How dare they blaspheme the true God!”

Suddenly, Henry hurled a stone at the leading knight.

However, the stone failed to penetrate the knight’s armor.

But at that moment, the dark green figure, unperturbed, looked down at the sword embedded in His body.

In full view of everyone, He stepped forward.

The knight stared in stunned disbelief as the figure reached out and lightly placed a hand on him.

“You shall no longer be plagued by My children’s affliction. Let plague and life coexist…”

The knight froze.

He felt his weakness rapidly dissipating.

The disease that had gripped him like a demonic curse was vanishing with inconceivable speed.

This being—no, He—had delivered him from disease and the plague!

Yet the sword in his hand had pierced this true God’s body.

Instinctively, the knight withdrew his blade, confusion clouding his gaze.

The figure, seemingly unaffected, approached another knight and did the same.

One by one, the knights experienced the same miraculous healing.

This scene left everyone in Florence’s central square dumbfounded.

In that instant, all present—noble and commoner alike—knelt to the ground, gazing at the dark green-clad figure.

Even the once-imposing knights in their armor, clutching their swords, followed suit.

For in that moment, they truly understood.

They were beholding the true God who walked among mortals.

That dark green figure was the true God, walking the earth!