Mogi's eyes were black, and Kormit could clearly see his own shadow in them—and he could see the sudden and strange fluctuations of light and shadow behind him.

He turned back vigilantly, and at that moment he heard the sound of a spell, and Enoch's figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost.

Moji screamed and retreated into the darkness. Kormit's fingers tightened sharply, and he instinctively wanted to smash the hammer through him—Enoch stared straight at him, his bloody face full of anger, the spell that was about to be completed was clearly not a blessing...... But if he throws it out, he may be able to interrupt the spell, but it is also very likely to kill Enoch.

He involuntarily hesitated, and Enoch's spell was complete.

There was a blur in front of him, and the air around him suddenly became thick and viscous, wrapping heavily around his body, making him unable to move.

Kormit still held the hammer tightly, but he was unable to lift it.

But his consciousness is sober. A burning rage and a cold fear rose from his heart at the same time - he was not afraid of death, but why would Enoch attack him...... No, why was he able to attack him?! They are both priests of Nesses, and even if they can face each other with swords, they should be immune to each other's spells!

He looked at Enoch in amazement, but the young priest had already turned and begun to cast another spell. All he could see was dried patches of dark red blood curdling in his hair, leaving large dark marks on his robes...... That made him barely look like a living person.

But the dead don't cast spells.

A stone wall burst up, blocking the other end of the passage. Even if Kellian heard the movement and rushed back, it would not be possible to pass through the wall.

Enoch stood there stiff for a moment before turning to look at Kormit. His eyes glazed over, his lips opened and closed silently, and it was a long time before a sound came out.

"It is God's will!" he said.

There was a buzz in his head, and anger rushed to the top of his head. Kormit closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. He tried to speak, but his voice was muffled, and his tongue and lips seemed to be unconscious. There is no control at all.

This is God's will. Enoch repeated in a low voice.

He stared blankly at Kormit, sometimes in a trance, sometimes gritting his teeth. Sometimes frightened, sometimes ecstatic, going around in and around the square inch, Kormit couldn't help but wonder if he had hit his head and was delirious. Still controlled by man - but that doesn't explain how he could be enshrined by a priest who believes in the same deity!

Immobilization doesn't last long. If he can distract Enoch, maybe he will make it to the time when he can regain his mobility...... But Maggie didn't make a sound anymore, even the sobs disappeared completely, and Enoch seemed to have completely forgotten his original goal, and his eyes remained on Kormit, his chaotic eyes gradually clearing.

“...... This is God's will. He spoke firmly.

The chill pierced the heart like a sharp sword......

Kormit could no longer console himself that the young man was just being controlled or out of control - he knew exactly what he was doing.

He watched as Enoch snatched the hammer from between his stiff fingers, straining his hands up, and hesitated slightly. It obviously didn't hit him very the head.

It didn't hurt much, he just looked dark. The whole body threw himself to the ground involuntarily and closed his eyes.

Enoch didn't seem to want to kill him...... At least not in this way. Kormit knew how heavy his hammer was, and the young man could easily smash his skull with a little force...... But his skull may have been much harder than Enoch had expected.

He lay there and listened to Enoch muttering to himself, and the dull pain and dizziness on the left side of his head grew stronger as his consciousness returned to his body little by little.

At first he felt like a worm crawling around the wound on his head, and then he realized it was Enoch's hand - and Kormit almost wanted to roar in horror when he remembered the unfinished circle in the graveyard below.

The unforgettable scene in the moonlit night frantically flooded into my mind again. The faces of countless people swirled before his eyes, and the flames on the torches floated strangely into the air...... And lying on the blood-colored altar, surrounded by everyone, stared at by a pair of eyes that were so bright that they were all over the body—it was himself.

He wanted to roar and jump to his feet, slamming headlong into the madman who was drawing runes around him with his blood, trying to retrieve the weapon he had made with his own hands and smash the other's head with a heavy blow...... But he endured it, and lay quietly, trying to stay awake.

His body couldn't move anymore, and he had to wait for his moment.

"It's God's will, He sent you here......"

He heard Enoch repeat it over and over again, as if to convince himself that everything he was doing was justified...... Divine reasons.

"You were going to die anyway...... "you were going to die," the young man whispered, "you have lost your way, you can't see the true path...... You're not one of us. That's what the Sage said, you're not one of us, you're not ......"

Comitt's breath stopped unconsciously—the Sage?" Scott Christus, the sage with blond hair and blue eyes and a smile that seemed to have the temperature of the sun?...... Is it he who wants his life?

He quickly regained his breathing, but he couldn't control his heavy heartbeat.

Enoch didn't notice anything, and still came out with a sentence or two from time to time.

"So God sent you to me, and He knew that I was different, that I was different...... He will forgive me for my momentary weakness......"

"You should thank me...... Yes, you should thank me. I can keep you in the glory of God......"

- Ah, yes, I'll thank you...... With my hammer.

Kormit thought coldly.

He suppressed all his fears and doubts, focused on his anger, and let it be his strength—he would live, and then he could figure out what it was all about. He may not really see the "final ending", but he must at least die to understand.

Enoch stopped muttering and stopped moving around him.

Kormit could feel him standing right in front of him—within reach of him.

His legs were still numb, his fingers were still stiff, but he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and suddenly propped up half of his body and pounced on Enoch, twisting his arms around the opponent's calves, and pressed them with the strength of his body, successfully knocking Enoch to the ground.

Enoch's back slammed against the stone wall, waving his arms in anger and panic, screaming a spell - but he couldn't finish it.

The deadly spell was interrupted by a scream. Kormit turned his head and saw a long gray-feathered arrow pierce his palm, pinning his left hand to his right shoulder.

The little power he had just gathered suddenly dissipated, and Kormit rolled feebly to the side, watching Kellian emerge silently from the shadows.

He wasn't sealed behind a stone wall at all.

The young archer lowered his gaze for a long time at the runes drawn in blood on the ground, then glanced up at Enoch.

Kormit felt as if he wanted to ask something, but for some reason hesitated to speak. An indescribable look came over his eyes—Kormit couldn't tell what it was, but it made him feel very sad all of a sudden...... Sad enough to forgive him for not striking in time when Enoch hit his employer on the head.

He struggled to sit up, and that seemed to finally catch Kelion's attention.

The young man leaned over and pulled him by the ...... His strength was surprising.

Kormit sat with his back against the stone wall, looking thoughtfully at Enoch.

The staccato screams had stopped, and Enoch was staring at him in disbelief, his face dazed.

“...... God sent you to me. He repeated in a stubborn whisper.

"Maybe God sent you to me. Kurmit replied coldly, "Do you really think that you can murder your own companion without any punishment?"

"It's not murder. Enoch glared at him, his gaze cold and mad, "You are destined to go to hell, and my sacrifice will purify your soul - I am saving you, Kormit Ansel, I am saving you!"

His voice rose higher and higher, and the end note turned into a desperate and unwilling roar.

“...... So I should thank you?" Kormit gritted his teeth and reached for his hammer, "The girl who was half scared should thank you too?"

"She's damned!" Enoch roared with a sinister expression, "I regard her as the most precious gem, and I give her a chance again and again, and she wants to kill me...... She wants to kill me!!"

Kormit was slightly stunned.

“...... I didn't ......" Moji's thin voice floated from the other side of the crack, "it was an ......accident," she sobbed, "the gods are above, it was an accident...... I just gave him a push......"

Kormit breathed a sigh of relief—he had been fearing that Mogi had fainted or fled somewhere else.

"You're going to hell!!" Enoch roared, "woman, the devil is on you!you're going to hell...... You're all going to hell!"

He turned to Kormit: "Then you will ask for my mercy today, but you will never be saved again, forever, forever! you will ......."

Kellian raised his hand and fired an arrow at his right hand that was waving in midair, ending his gibberish into another terrible scream.

"What kind of god do you believe?" the archer asked Komian, frowning, his expression recovering to his indifference.

“...... Perhaps we don't believe in the same God. The priest replied in a heavy tone.

He struggled to his feet, leaned against the stone wall to the other side, and saw Mogi's pale face through the gap again.

"It's all right, kid. He comforted softly, "It's all over, we'll take you home." ”

Yes, it's all over...... But for him, this may be the beginning.

(To be continued......)