No one knows what the world was like, but everyone believes that it was the gods who created all living beings, set order for the world, and saved them from endless chaos.

- The Book of the Sages

Downey looked at the dreary canopy, a hint of gloom flashing across his bronzed face, and thrust his clean-wiped Templar sword back into its scabbard, dropping eight coppers on the old wooden table. Got up and walked out of the noisy tavern.

Taking the reins from the waiter, Donnie climbed onto the old horse that had been with him for five years. The old horse sneezed heavily, its brown mane shaking happily, and Donnie reached out and stroked it softly on its neck, causing the old man to let out a few comfortable hums.

Shaking the reins, the old horse ran meekly on the country road in the evening breeze, and the fragrance of wheat wafted from the farmland by the roadside, indicating a good harvest this year. "Praise be to Mother Earth," Donnie said in his heart. It's time to hurry up and get to your destination before the sun goes down completely.

......

Old Ivy had been standing at the intersection of the road to the town for a long time, his thin figure pulling a long shadow on the land, in fact, he had been waiting here with worry since the sun began to set in the sky, joking, the knight from the Mother Earth Temple in Tahrir City would not come again, God knows what terrible things would happen tonight.

It all started ten days ago, when a group of people in tattered green robes came to the town, all hiding their faces under their hoods, and they seemed to be unaware of their minds, and old Ivey thought at first that this was a refugee who had escaped from the Toths in the east, and he didn't pay much attention to it, but just warned the militia captain to be on guard, after all, there were a lot of bad things in the refugee pile that would do some petty theft and even robbery.

But at once he knew that something was wrong, that the refugees did not steal or rob, but occupied the cemetery in the suburbs, and every day they were making something there, and the militia captain led a dozen or so militiamen to try to drive them away, but they immediately came back lying down, and everyone was more or less colored, and their faces were gray and unhealthy green, as if they had been cursed by some kind of curse.

"It's a cultist, absolutely", lying weakly on the bed, the militia captain swore to old Ivey.

That day they ran to the cemetery and heard the sneaky things muttering words of unknown meaning, what kingdom of God, what chaos, what return, and then they saw a crowd dancing wildly and drawing something on the ground with stinking green paint.

When the militiamen drew their sabers and decided to drive away the desecration of the dead, the green-robed men also spotted them, and then the group yelled at them excitedly, and rushed over to the militiamen, scratching their hands and feet, and one of them was wearing a mask and holding a strange stick pointed at the militia, and from his mouth came out a strange sound that did not resemble a human voice, and with a flash of light everyone felt dizzy and weak.

Then the dignified militia team was beaten by this group of refugees, but fortunately they did not continue to chase them out, otherwise they might have to explain that they were beaten to death by a group of unarmed refugees, which was absolutely blind.

If this is all there is, there is no need to be so nervous, but just three days ago, people began to disappear, and little Valen went out at night and never came back, and the group searched for a long time but did not find it, and some people said that he saw the boy stupidly going to the cemetery.

Old Ivy was terrified, he had never encountered anything like this in his twenty years as mayor, cultists, legend has it that they were demons who ate people and did not spit out bones, and that the souls of the creatures they killed would be tormented forever after death.

He immediately sent the sturdy young men in the town to ride the fastest horse to contact the city of Tahrir, which was more than seventy miles away, where there were priests and knights of Mother Earth God, and it was only fitting for them to deal with this matter, but the cost was hard to say, although the temple never imposed a fee on his people, but "offer sincerity to the gods, and the gods will give blessings" is what those old men have always said.

As the sun was about to sink below the horizon, Donnie finally arrived at the border town of the kingdom known as Cam, and although he had a little knowledge of what was going on here, he asked the mayor to describe in detail what had happened in the past few days, and old Ivy respectfully told the sturdy knight what had happened, and at the same time added fuel to the evil deeds of some cultists in an attempt to get the knight's attention.

"Sure enough, it's the Twilight Revelation Meeting", listening to the mayor's description, Donnie nodded secretly.

In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a refugee, the war in the east has bred a large number of homeless refugees, who may have been farmers, merchants or even some small nobles from modest families, but now there is only panic and despair.

This repression is the perfect breeding ground for cults, and this is when the Twilight Revelation appears, preaching that the refugees are wretched creatures abandoned by God, and encouraging the refugees to believe in a mysterious being called Anjiman, the loving father. This gang of cultists is on the run and trying to summon their so-called loving father for eternal happiness.

Donnie secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if it was the Twilight Apocalypse, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with, this is a group of rabble, as for whether it will attract the attention of the so-called loving father, he is not worried at all, there is no such a god on the Radiant Stone Tablet, and the Twilight Apocalypse has never been able to summon anything, their so-called magic is just some black magic circulating in goblins and goblins, it is okay to deal with ordinary people, but it is not enough in front of a Templar like him.

Knowing everything he wanted to know, he took his leave of old Ivy and marched alone to the cemetery outside the town, where he asked him if he wanted to send some men with him, and even secretly gave him five gold coins, but he refused.

Donnie is an orphan, adopted by the priest in the city, grew up in the temple, inspired by the teachings of the mother goddess to become a Templar step by step, and the knight from the noble background, he can better understand the difficulty of the people at the bottom, five gold coins can meet the expenses of an ordinary family for more than a year, the kingdom in the east is constantly at war, and the various territories are in a turbulent situation, maybe when it will affect this small town, he can't ask for these five gold coins.

From afar, Donnie saw the group of cultists, a dozen or so green-robed men dancing in a circle in the empty cemetery, a green bonfire was lit in the middle, and a tattered wooden cross was erected next to the bonfire, on which was tied a blond-haired young man in cloth, who seemed to be unconscious, and in front of him was an extraordinarily tall green-robed man holding a thick wand chanting something in a beastly voice, the wand trembled slightly, spitting out green smoke in the night.

"Praise be to the Great Supreme Father, who has grown out of chaos and walked in the void, who is eternal and sovereign, I pray for the kingdom of God that you have descended, and that you will receive your servants......"

It's the spellcaster, Donnie took a deep breath, although he had expected it, but looking at the strange thick wand, he couldn't help but sigh, the other party was at least a formal spellcaster, otherwise with the apprentice's weak inspiration and magic, he couldn't even bear the whispering of the wand.

Things seem to have changed a little bit, and things are getting a little tricky.

Downey tethered the old man to the tall tree, took a deep breath, and crept down towards the cultists. Whether lying in the grass or hiding behind the bushes, Downey used these natural barriers to narrow the distance between the two sides little by little

Ninety meters, eighty meters, seventy meters, perhaps the other party was too involved in their mysterious ritual, and Downey managed to sneak to a weed pile less than fifty meters away from them.

Downey's plan was simple, it was to quickly take out the spellcaster on the opposite side and eliminate the biggest threat.

After thinking about it for a while, Donnie felt that it was almost time to make a move, although he did not reach the perfect shooting distance, but he could only go here, and there was a danger of exposure if he moved forward, so it was better to take the lead than to be discovered by the other party and disrupt his plan.

With a bang, like a leaping hero, Donnie burst out of the weeds and rushed towards the caster, the armor under the cloak making a rattling sound, stirring in the silence of the night, shattering the illusory tranquility.

Suddenly, as if time had frozen, the green-robed men stopped their strange dance, and the next moment, a dozen or so green-robed robe came up to Donnie, trying to stop the guy who was trying to ruin their good deeds.

Donnie roared, but his steps were bigger and faster, like a bolt of lightning. He slammed into it, and the three green robes flew out like kites with broken strings, and they fell to the ground unconscious. Without stopping, Donnie reached out his left hand, picked up a green robe in front of him like an eagle catching a chicken, and swept forward, a wail sounded, and several green robes were swept aside.

In an instant, he had already deceived himself into front of the tall spellcaster opposite.

Donnie's right hand had been firmly resting on the hilt of the sword, and he had been waiting for this moment, with another wild roar, the muscles of his whole body squirmed at the same time, and the whole person was like an iron tower pressing towards the other party, and with a bang, the long sword was unsheathed, like a sharp moonlight whistling towards the mask, tearing the air humming. I believe that under this lightning-like sword, the other party will definitely not have time to cast a spell.

However, with a loud "dang" sound, this inevitable blow was blocked by something, and a huge force came from the hilt of the sword, so that Donnie almost couldn't hold the sword, and staggered back a few steps before regaining his footing, and his entire right hand was limp, probably unable to use force.

Donnie stared dumbfounded at the oddly thick wand in front of him and the tall green robe with both hands clenched on the wand, when the caster was able to resist his full force in close combat, and when the wand was so hard again.

The other party was obviously not comfortable, the body more than two meters tall trembled slightly, humming and chirping seemed to be very painful, the green robe on his body was torn out by the sword qi, and the mask also fell to the side, revealing an inhuman ugly face, he shook his head, and then another ugly face with a sad face poked out from under the shadow of the hood.

It's an ogre magician!

Donnie secretly called unlucky, the ogre has rough skin and thick flesh and great strength, is a natural warrior, but the intelligence is not high, and the very few two-headed ogres born in this group are rare intelligence, is the darling of dark forces, and the legend has it that the ogre god has a two-headed image.

Donnie sighed, but then straightened up, took the long sword with his left hand, and put on an offensive posture again, this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to clean up, but the knight of Mother Earth will never back down!

The evening breeze is blowing, what a night of slaughter!