"What's the matter? Bishop Kaos. ”

As soon as he entered the episcopal hall, O'Lelian saw an old man dressed in white standing quietly in front of a statue.

The statue is an old man dressed in simple religious robes, his eyebrows are full of kindness, and his eyes looking at the world are full of love for the world. He opened his arms, as if he wanted to embrace all the creatures in the world, and purify all the sins of the world with a warm heart.

The old man depicted in the statue is the founder of the Holy Cult of Slyer, the saint Slyer. Thousands of years ago, he descended in a small town in the Middle Continent and used his dying body to travel across Syria, using magic and love for the world to save one poor person after another who had been torn out by war.

Then, with the support and support of countless people, the Holy Cult of Slyer was founded, and they took it as their mission to save the common people and traveled all over the world. As a result, more and more people came to join Slyer, including many of the powerful and holy ones with compassion in their hearts.

Thanks to their efforts, the war initiated by the demons finally ended, and peace returned to the continent. As a result, Slyer is known as the most merciful saint of all time.

At this moment, the old man under the statue was looking up at the saint, and his expression was as focused as a devout worshipper.

Hearing a voice coming from behind him, Bishop Kaos stopped Selin (a ritual of Slail, similar to prayer) and turned to look at the burly Orilian.

"You're here?" Kaos saluted the mighty paladin and walked down the steps.

In Slyre, the supreme head of the Pope, under him is the Presbyterians, then to the Paladins and the Bishops. So Kaos and Aurelian are actually on the same level, but Bishop Kaos is kind and kind, and he will use honorific titles for people of similar status, even to his subordinates.

"Well, didn't you say there was something to discuss? Why not in the council hall? O'Lelian wondered.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, just got a message about Contesino."

"Conteseno? Isn't that from Galea's? What's wrong? ”

"The beast tide some time ago, Contesino also broke out. Moreover, the situation there is much worse than that of Dano, because of the appearance of the One Beastmaster. ”

"Oh? Beastmaster? Did the Guardians of Galea go? ”

"The blade went, but he failed to defeat the Beastmaster, but was seriously injured by the Beastmaster."

"Huh? That old man couldn't solve it? Is it finally time for him to lose power? O'Lelian asked a few questions, but it didn't seem like he was asking Kaos, but more like talking to himself. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something:

"Transtris failed to kill the Beastmaster, so Contesino was destroyed?"

"Contesino has been protected, and all the demonic beasts in the beast tide have been wiped out." Kaos shook his head, "It is said that at the time of the destruction of Contesino, a strong man appeared and killed all the demonic beasts, including the Beastmaster who severely injured the blade. ”

"Moreover, the strong man who suddenly appeared did not fall into a bitter battle, but easily annihilated all the demonic beasts, and the whole process is said to be only a few seconds, and he only used two swords, and only one sword was used to kill the beastmaster."

Two swords?!

Hearing this, O'Lelian was not calm.

What is the concept of the beast tide? Not to mention tens of thousands of Warcraft, right? For example, the number of demonic beasts that attacked Dano City last month was close to 100,000, of which there were eight demonic beasts comparable to the Mithril level, and more than 100 were at the iron level. This power, not to mention O'Lelian, even if there is one more him, he has to be explained under the impact of this scale, not to mention the little demonic beast that almost fills the entire field of vision.

To put it bluntly, every monster can drown him with a soak of urine.

Now someone actually told him that someone single-handedly killed tens of thousands of demonic beasts with only two swords, including the one beast king?

Just kidding, there's no one in this world who can do it, not even Natelya's perverted Nizi!

No, it seems that there is a person who can.

That day, the sword suddenly came to his mind, and it almost turned into a real terrifying coercion, like a mountain falling from the sky, and he couldn't breathe. Then the sword came out, and heaven and earth were separated.

An unknown powerhouse, a powerful swordsman, annihilated tens of thousands of demonic beasts with two swords, and killed the beastmaster with one sword. If anyone could do it, it would be him.

"It's him."

"Huh?" Kaos wondered, "Do you know that strong man?" ”

"Not long ago, the dark energy of the Anglis Mountains erupted, and I went to investigate."

"Yes, I remember Kyle following you at the time, and he was a nice young man." Kaos nodded.

"Well, after we found the source of the outbreak, we found the traces of a strong man, and I followed." O'Lelian nodded and continued:

"After following him for a few days, I found the strong man and got into a fight with him."

"It's really your style." Kaos laughed.

Ignoring Kaos, O'Lelian continued, "Then I saw a great force that I could not resist, nay, it should be said that no one in this world could do it. ”

"That person, in the face of my full attack, he easily took it all, not only that, he didn't even retreat a step, just stood in place, and completely withstood my full attack."

"In the end I was defeated, of course, I couldn't have beaten it now. In order to see the gap between me and him, I asked him to show me the true power. ”

"So I saw it."

"Endless energy is gathering wildly, the storm is brewing, and terrifying fluctuations are coming from the center of the storm, and I can't breathe."

Then the man swung his broken sword. Under that sword, I seemed to hear the wails of heaven and earth. ”

"By the time I came to my senses, he was gone. Leaving only a sword mark that could not be left by human strength. That day was the day I felt closest to death. ”

...

Northern foothills

A young woman walks in the jungle, her boots on the ground covered with dead leaves. She flicked her sword, tossing off the bloodstain and retracting it into its sheath.

Behind her was a massive humanoid: nearly ten meters in size, muscular, with a pair of sharp teeth sticking out of the jaws that could fit a cow. A pair of large scarlet eyes widened in anger under gray-blue hair. It clenched half of the wooden stick in its hand, and on its chest was a hideous wound, from which blackened blood flowed, but it had already coagulated.

The dwarves who live in the northern foothills know this creature as powerful, bloodthirsty and brutal, and eats the living. Their hero, Renaud Biles, died tragically at the mouth of this monster.

But it's dead now, and the person who killed it was a weak-looking woman.

The breeze was gently blowing, and the flaxen hair danced with the wind.

A gray bird suddenly appeared, and the woman stretched out her slender hand.

The gray bird flapped its wings and landed on the woman's onion-like jade fingers, and its little head swayed from side to side, as if it was a little curious about the big guy lying there.

The woman expertly untied the letter wrapped around the gray bird's claws and released it into the air.

Opening the letter, the woman scanned it thoughtfully.

Conte Seno?

The breeze blew again, and in the footsteps that gradually faded away, a faint fragrance was carried into the distance.