Clarion Call: Part 2

Chanting the holy hymn required extremely strong mental state, only through that way one could maintain their will under the constant erosion of the holy power.

Anyone with a weaker will would be overwhelmed by holy power, and be reduced to a lunatic where nothing mattered.

"No worries. Your wife will forgive you." An old man gently said. "Perhaps death is not a bad thing for her, at least she will be released from the suffering of her mortal coil."

"F*ck you!" If it is that easy, why don't you die first yourself?!" The burly man was furious.

*Shink!*

The chanter said nothing, and simply pulled a short knife out and stabbed it into his heart.

A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound on his chest, yet he smiled at the burly man without a change in his expression.

*Dupp!!*

The chanter felt on the ground and died on the spot.