The black-haired wizard who had broken his neck on the ground and broke into the attic from the eaves finally infiltrated the mansion.

The sound of sun-like recitations pierced through the dome, and the harmony and prayer were so uniform that even the floor beneath his feet shook faintly, making Loren, who had just broken in, almost think that he had been discovered.

Carols?Prayer?

If it weren't for the crumbling walls outside, and the guards patrolling the inner and outer three floors, the black-haired wizard would even think that he had infiltrated some cathedral of the Holy Cross.

In the past hundreds of years since the "Great Purge" of the second-generation Church Inquisition and the "sword-carrying mission" of the Knights of Oath, even the villages are full of churches and evil gods are dormant in their minions, it is really strange to see such "pious" heretics.

Although the mansion was surrounded by guards, and the black-haired wizard was still as cautious as possible, there was really no tension at all about "infiltrating the enemy camp" - from the attic to the lower floor, there were not even ten guards encountered, and the level of vigilance was almost as lax as decoration.

Are they too confident in their disguise, or is something going on... Loren wished it was the former, but inwardly told him it should be the latter.

The sound of prayer came from the ground floor hall... Either way, it's clear as soon as you enter the hall.

Leaning against the corner of the corridor, the sound of leisurely footsteps came from the distance of the corridor, and the moment the firelight approached, the black-haired wizard hooked his neck and covered his mouth and nose with his right hand, and before the struggling guard could draw his weapon, his feet suddenly lost balance, and the whole person was put on the ground.

"Smack!"

Steadily catching the torch that the other party had just thrown out of his hand, the expressionless Loren walked to the corridor and looked up.

The hall is already in sight.

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“...... We are so small, so fragile!"

A loud and heavy voice echoed through the hall, and hundreds of fanatical eyes gazed at the impassioned figure standing on the main altar in front of the hall.

"Death, famine, natural disasters, pestilence...... In the face of these irresistible forces, in the face of the devil and the evil gods, we are too small, too fragile, and it is difficult to distinguish the weak from the ants!"

"Then the priests of the Holy Cross came, and they told us that these are the sufferings of those who do not believe in God, and these are the punishments of the Holy Cross for our lack of piety!"

"We believed... But these calamities are not far away from us;"

Then the clergy began to whisper again, that all this is the experience of the Holy Cross, a test of our piety, and that only those who serve God wholeheartedly can ascend to the kingdom of God. ”

"We... Believe the of this group of people again!"

"We forget that our ancestors in the Old Kingdom also faced these hardships, and were as fragile and small as we are, but they did not hide from it then, they did not pretend that if they abandoned their history, traditions, and beliefs, they would never have to face it again!"

"It's... That's the beginning of our cowardice, and that's how the old Byrne declined!"

"And we... Like our ancestors, we should also follow the iron knight of the goddess of war, Brunhilde, and hold our destiny in our own hands!"

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The impassioned words resounded through the dome, and the black-haired wizard standing in the corridor on the second floor could clearly feel the restless atmosphere below, even if this group of people immediately revolted and announced the overthrow of the Holy Cross Church, I am afraid that no one would be surprised.

Half-crouched in the corner of the corridor, the black-haired wizard frowned and looked at the footprints beside him... Exactly the same as the one encountered in the Evil God Ruins.

The other party has already come in, and it is right in front of him.

The deafening voice echoed around him, and the silent Loren silently pulled out the "bright silver" on his waist, and looked around at every corner of the surroundings.

He didn't use the "Spiritual Horizon" reconnaissance...... Regardless of whether the other party is what he thinks or not, the instant void reaction of using a high-level spell will reveal his position and identity, and the gain will outweigh the loss.

Wait, wait, wait.

Looking at the hundreds of "fanatics" under the corridor, as well as the madman on the main altar, the black-haired wizard suddenly felt a move in his heart.

It looks like Gaspar isn't involved... Or was he aware of his betrayal, so he didn't show up here?

The right hand holding the hilt of the sword kept rubbing, and the tension in his body made his palm sweat all the time.

Maybe the other party also discovered himself, maybe this footprint was a trap he deliberately left behind to lure himself into the bait... Whether it was or not, the other party must be somewhere in this hall at this moment.

Suppressing his breathing, his hands and feet tensed while Loren tried to keep his heart as steady as possible, but his searching gaze became more and more solemn... It was as if there was another pair of eyes in the darkness who were also hiding in the corner, staring at themselves from behind.

What are the other parties waiting for?

Do you want to keep waiting?!

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"They denounce us as evil, as heretics... It's a devil who hovers in the shadows, a demon who will turn this world into purgatory at any moment!"

"They're right, we're their demons!"

"Destroy our history, destroy the faith of our ancestors, use the 'suffering' of the Holy Cross to make our people indulge in the afterlife, and no longer pay attention to the happiness of this life and this life, and invest countless riches in absurd churches, so that they are full of fat one by one!"

"When the gold falls into the chest of atonement, a soul will ascend to heaven... These are the original words of the clergy, is the Holy Cross not satisfied with the riches of the kingdom of heaven, and is still thirsting for the land and gold of this world?!"

"Such a faith needs to be destroyed, such a church needs to be overthrown!"

"We're not who we used to be... We too have been lost, but now we have been awakened by the faith of our ancestors, and we will follow Brünnhilde's Iron Rider and become her apostles for spreading the gospel!"

"Catholics, robes, hold on to this last spark... Tonight, we will surely light a fire to dispel the darkness, and the Red Blood Castle will become a beacon that illuminates the whole of Byrne! In the near future, the knightly kingdom under the command of the Thirteen Knights will surely rise again, and join hands with the hussars of Boi to reforge the hegemony that belongs to Byrne!"

"The followers of the Holy Cross denounce Byrne's wine as depraved, and of course they don't know that we Byrne's bodies are flowing with boiling wine syrup, and the battlefield of bloody battles is the feast that belongs to the Byrne knights!"

"Wine is like blood——! wine is like blood——! wine is like blood——! wine is like blood——!

The crowd in the hall had turned into a sea of frenzy and noise, and the robed "fanatics" blushed and held their necks exposed, their eyes were scarlet, and they were frantically shouting the proverbial slogan.

"This ——! is the wine that the goddess Brünnhilde has given us!"

The "fanatics" on the main altar suddenly raised a wine glass filled with bright red liquid, and their bloodshot eyes stared at everyone around them:

"Drink it, and we will become Brunhilde's apostles on earth, gaining immortality and spreading the gospel of Brunhilde to the thirteen realms of Byrne!"

"Today, right here, at this moment, we will break the shackles of the Holy Cross and let the land of our hometown once again bathe in the sun and become a hot land for the people of Byrne again!"

As his words fell, the wine glass in his hand was raised high, and he wanted to drink.

In the next second, two black shadows fell from the sky at the same time!

"Bell ——!!!!"

The golden cup fell to the ground, and bright red blood poured on top of the head of the "fanatical believer", and the rotten wood-like body convulsed and collapsed to the ground.

The fanatics who had not yet recovered from the shock were in a panic and clamour, and the hall was in chaos.

In mid-air, the gray-blue sword and a mottled long sword clashed, and the sparks of collision even faintly flashed, splashing around;

Through the sword, the black-haired wizard finally saw the figure in front of him, and the eyes that were eternally serious, indifferent and could not see a trace of emotion, the eyes that had once rather die together than kill themselves.

"How are you?!"