Temple of the God of War, Dark Hall.

There is no light of the Holy Light.

The smell of blood in the shadows grew stronger.

People with cold expressions and cold eyes walked silently on the damp floor.

The occasional scream, lingering in the hallway, but no one cared.

Because, from the time it was built, it was like this.

Gloomy and cold is the keynote.

Screaming is a concoction.

Bloody?

is the main one.

Compared with ordinary priests and deacons who need a gentle face, easy to accept, and trust, there are only two requirements for sword priests and deacons with swords who belong to the dark church.

First, strength.

Second, loyalty.

The order of arrangement is enough to show that strength comes first.

As long as there is strength, even if loyalty is superficial, no one will say anything.

After all, this is a world of gods.

Mortals can be powerful.

But in the face of the gods, there is still too much difference.

Recently, though, it's been a little different.

Sivalka, one of the deacons with the knife, felt this way.

He was not a natural member of the God of War Temple, fifteen years ago, he was just an ordinary mercenary, and he encountered an evil during a mission, and the entire team, including the regiment commander and deputy commander, all died, and only he survived.

It's not a strong force.

It's luck.

The hungry evil was full.

He was served as the next meal.

Then, before the next meal arrived, the team of the Temple of War appeared and exorcised the evil.

He was saved.

Moreover, he is also inexplicably able to control the 'residue' left by the evil.

Naturally, he became the deacon with a knife in the Dark Hall.

However, he misses his career as a mercenary.

It is okay to drink alcohol.

You can laugh out loud.

You can bask in the sun.

It's not like here, you can only face the cold, the cold.

But he couldn't resist.

Even if he could use that 'residue'.

Because, in the dark hall, there are many people like him, and even, many of them are people who surpass him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't just be a deacon with a knife.

Touching the 'residue' hanging around his neck, Sivalka's mind resounded with that inexplicable whisper.

At first, he didn't understand it at all.

Even, under this voice, it became difficult to sleep.

However, fifteen years later, under the teaching of the Dark Hall, he gradually understood the meaning of these voices.

They are roughly –

1. The index finger and thumb of the left hand of an adult.

2. Adult female eyes.

3. A liter of blood, preferably virgin.

If you do the above, you will be able to use the power of 'Residue' once.

Is it cruel?

No.

Compared to some of the truly cruel 'residues' he knew, this 'residue' was much milder.

And the ability to give is not bad.

so that he can hear farther away.

Or, see further.

There is no real danger.

He was also in the rear every time he went out on a mission.

This time was no exception.

He poured the blood in front of him on his body, the 'residue' on his neck like a sponge, absorbing the blood, and then, a burst of human voices came from his ears—

"I'm willing to carry everything for them."

"I wish them well."

"I'm willing to carry the weight for them."

"Guys, I can't give any more guarantees."

"Because, I don't know if I'll survive."

"But if I survive, I will desperately protect you, as my comrades-in-arms, companions, your friends, and relatives, and treat them as my own friends and relatives."

"I, swear!"

……

A sonorous and powerful oath.

Let Sivalka confirm the information sent.

There is civil strife in the 'Silent Night Secret Order'.

Is it a coincidence?

At this time.

Sivalka groaned in his heart, but was not satisfied with the speed in his hand, took a quill, signed his name on the paper in front of him, and, as a matter of routine, made an oath: "I swear by the majesty of my crown that everything I hear is true." ”

"Deacon Sivalka, thank you for all you have done for all."

An ordinary deacon bowed and walked away briskly with his papers.

What will happen next, Sivalka knows.

The Temple of the God of War would not let go of such an opportunity.

Those guys are going to be hanged.

No!

It should be strangled in half!

Only in this way, the remaining half, will stir up hatred.

Hatred can blind people.

Even if it's a little greasy, it will make people turn a blind eye.

And for the sake of safety, the Dark Council will send a sufficiently hidden deacon with a knife to disguise themselves as a snake faction to carry out such a mission.

Compete with mussels for profit!

"Sure enough......"

"The rumors are true!"

Sivalka's heart pounded.

He didn't think or imagine anything.

Even, such thoughts, did not appear.

This is the Dark Hall, just below the Temple of the God of War, and any disrespectful thoughts will be known to that person.

Call!

Taking a deep breath, Sivalka rinsed his body with hot water.

Although the blood had been absorbed by the 'residue', Sivalka always felt that it was not clean, as if he was unable to put his mouth in front of the rabbit's head when he first ate roast rabbit.

After ten minutes of careful rinsing, Sivalka changed into civilian clothes and walked out of the dark hall.

After each successful mission, he will have about six hours of free time.

Of course, such freedom is naturally relative.

At first, Sivalka was dissatisfied.

After all, no one wants to be watched while doing something intimate.

Gradually, though, he learned to adapt.

What should I do if I don't fit in?

Don't you want such 'free time'?

No kidding.

He cherishes every moment when he can bask in the sun, even the afterglow of the setting sun.

This time was no exception.

Looking at the bloody afterglow, Sivalka fell into intoxication.

Then he thought of the sunrise.

What does sunrise look like?

He had forgotten a little.

For fifteen years, he had seen the sunrise on the day he was imprisoned as food, and the best remaining moment was sunset.

Most of it was late at night.

Late night in freedom?

Sivalka, unconsciously, smiled.

The smile was full of self-deprecation.

He used to love late nights, but now, he likes the morning sun.

Warm morning sun.

Warm breeze.

Soon!

Everything is fast!

Closing his eyes, Sivalka opened his arms, he seemed to be embracing the disappearing sun, and the watcher glanced at the corners of his mouth with disdain, completely noticing the collar that was being driven by the raised arm, and not at all noticing the inconspicuous trembling of the 'residue' on Sivalka's neck.

……

What does the 'Snake Pie' look like?

Until now, no one has an exact impression.

However, the Serpent Sect is also a demon hunter, and there is no mistake about that.

When it comes to witchers, Divano knows it all.

A bunch of guys who don't know what to do.

Once, as one of the messengers, he had 'visited' those guys.

The Temple of War didn't mind their origins and past mistakes, and was willing to give these guys a chance to mend their ways.

But what?

Instead of being grateful, these guys are humiliating their majesty.

What's more, they were powerless to resist such humiliation at the time.

It almost became a disgrace for the rest of Divano's life.

However, thankfully, the group of guys who don't know what to do is all dead.

It was just a little trick to let all these blasphemous guys die in an 'accident', which is really wonderful.

But......

Among those guys, there were even people who survived!

Unforgivable!

After hearing this message for the first time, Divano was furious.

But as time went on, Divano became excited.

At the beginning, he was too weak to carry out that plan himself, but now he is already a sword priest in the dark hall.

His strength is no longer what it used to be.

He already has the ability to face the witchers of the Serpent Sect.

He looked forward to cutting off the other's head with his own hands.

And just in his expectation, the task came as expected.

Although it was not the task he expected to eradicate the snake demon hunters, he was still very willing to provoke the infighting of the 'Silent Night Secret Order'.

Since the disappearance of the group of unknown ones, this group of sneaky guys in the past has become bold.

They've probably forgotten the days when they wanted to be with the gutter rats.

Now he needs, they recall.

He picked up a black trench coat and put a wide-brimmed hat on his head, a dagger into one side of his boot, a throwing knife tied around his waist, a silver-plated sword straddling the other side of his waist, and the potion in several specially stitched vest pockets, and then carried two large-caliber arquebuses loaded with medicine on his back.

Divano looked in the mirror to examine.

After confirming that everything was correct, he turned to look at the five behind him.

The five of them, like him, were the most devout believers in the god of war, and they all entered the dark hall after experiencing something unavoidable, but this did not shake their faith.

On the contrary, they became more and more religious.

At this time, the five deacons with knives were all dressed as rumored witchers.

"Are you ready?"

Divano asked.

"All right, Priestess."

The five responded.

"Remember, I'm no longer a priest, I'm a witcher now, and I'm a companion!"

"And we need to kill the general target and let the remaining half go."

"If you lead five, you will kill three."

"If you find Lunkar, you need to do everything you can to eradicate it!"

Divano repeated the order.

The wanted man for the 'instigator' was ordered directly by the bishop.

Although Divano did not understand why the Bishop Church valued a man who could only talk about it, he knew that since there was an order, it had to be carried out.

The next moment when the sun disappeared, the group set off in the night.

……

As soon as the sun went down, Stone was restless.

As one of the five members who were rebelled by 'Lunkar', Stone has considerable strength, otherwise, he would not be valued by Councilor Coripo and taken under his command.

As Coripoe's subordinate, he knows a few things about Coripoe.

It is precisely because of this that he will believe what 'Lunkar' said.

Some of Coripoe's actions are completely contrary to the purpose of the Silent Night Order.

Not only that, but sometimes, the congressman Coripo, will do things that hurt others and himself.

Like......

Fools in general!

But can a fool become a councillor of the 'Silent Night Secret Order'?

Apparently impossible.

At first, Stone was puzzled.

He only thought that this councillor had a deeper plan that he could not see.

However, with the explanation of 'Wheel Karl', everything is unraveled.

Councilor Corypo is not a true member of the Silent Night Order, but a snake witcher!

The shock of this news was huge.

So much so that there are still people who can't accept it.

can

Stone turned his head to look at the nearly 100 people in the makeshift hideout.

Most of these are their friends and friends of their friends.

Before you know it, they gathered.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one who sensed something was wrong.

His friends, his friends' friends, also sensed that something was wrong.

It's just that no one usually dares to say it.

And after the 'wheel car' was broken, it became logical.

Thinking of 'Wheel Karl', Stone thought of the oath he had made before.

"I hope you are doing well!"

Stone, who had already slightly guessed what 'Lunkar' was going to do, prayed silently in his heart.

However, such prayers did not reassure him in the slightest.

Opposite......

More and more frightened.

"Bill, you reorganize a group of men to set up the sentry."

Stone stood up and said to his friend.

Bill, a thin man with slender hands, was also one of the five, and without any further inquiry, Bill nodded and walked out.

Bill was a taciturn man.

Most of the time, he doesn't speak, and he is used to expressing it with actions.

So, after becoming friends, Stone trusted Bill immensely.

He thinks Bill can be trusted.

The same is true for Bill.

So, when it came to selecting people, Bill was very selective.

Swords and arquebuses are not a problem at all for the members of the Silent Night Order.

Some even brought homemade explosives.

According to Bill's arrangement, they dispersed, and in the civilian area of the lower Sixth Ring Road, they were hidden in the shadows everywhere, which became a stark contrast to the four people guarding the gate.

Torches are stuck in the wall.

The brazier was placed on the ground.

A sufficiently vigorous flame shone on the building behind it.

'Stone Warehouse'!

The wooden signboard was brand new and large enough that one could see it from a distance without stepping in, let alone a sword priest with extraordinary power like Divano.

He pulled the black mask up, revealing only his two eyes.

Then, wave your hand behind you.

Like a tanuki, the five figures swooped into the shadows and pounced towards their respective targets.

Dark whistle?

For him does not exist.

Divano sneered a few times, and subconsciously wanted to touch the 'residue' he was wearing on his hand.

But the next moment, Divano's face changed dramatically.

The 'residue' he wore on his hands was gone!