After leaving the confines of the cathedral, the superior evil spirit breathed a sigh of relief in the true sense.

It wiped the non-existent sweat from its forehead, and the corners of its mouth curled.

Everything was easier than it could have imagined.

It had five backup plans, but none of them worked.

The higher-ups of the 'God of War Temple' were even more cooperative than expected, and they were just delivered to it.

That's right!

It's, no, it's that the boss has always been targeting the upper echelons of the 'God of War Temple', and these high-level believers are much more valuable than the low, middle and low-level believers.

Although they are all believers in the god of war.

Although the Temple of the God of War also preached that all men are created equal.

Although the Temple of the God of War always preaches that they will all die eventually, returning to the arms of the God of War.

but

It's different after all.

Whether it's the resources received, or the attention received.

Especially the latter, it is enough to make the upper evil spirits cautious.

Then, it found itself not only overthinking, but also lucky.

"The one who really cares about the 'calamity'!"

"Still, Carbiot?"

"Enough!"

The superior demon sighed, and then a narrow smile appeared in his eyes.

When you're a bystander.

When you're on top.

You're commanding.

You are ruthless.

You decide the fate of all.

Right now......

You're in.

Don't be too ugly!

The superior evil spirit, with its own malice, just disappeared.

……

Ahem, ahem!

The violent coughing made Carbio's waist straighten.

He wanted to maintain his majesty.

But, coughing, bending over, he only wanted a shrimp.

Especially in the firelight on the sidelines.

This shrimp seems to be about to be grilled.

Kabio's gaze swept over the priests who were far away, and he always felt the slightest malice appear on the faces of these people.

Leave!

Gotta leave!

Can't stay here anymore!

Such a thought appeared in the bottom of Kabio's heart, and then, rapidly, expanded.

He couldn't stay.

As for seeing Motor?

It's useless!

He was all infected.

Does Motor dare to see him?

Only the crown remains!

He wanted to find a quiet place to pray to His Majesty!

Thinking of this, Kabio no longer hesitated.

He could feel a feeling of weakness in his body, and if he didn't move, he wouldn't have to leave.

The consequences of staying?

Do you still need to think about it?

Kabio glanced at the still burning warehouse.

He can burn others.

But he didn't want anyone to burn him!

Sou!

The figure was so fast that it turned into an afterimage, and Kabio disappeared in place.

And it wasn't until Babyo disappeared that the priests who were watching came back to their senses.

They looked at the members of the 'Holy Inquisition' who were weak and fell to the ground, and a strange feeling involuntarily rose in their hearts.

"Sanction of fate?"

The younger priest spoke.

Such a voice, under the flames on the side, seemed very abrupt.

But the priests looked at each other and fell silent.

It's both thinking and ......

Default.

They were still thinking about what had just happened.

They didn't stop the poor fellows.

Kabio stopped.

Then, Kabio, who was stronger than them, contracted the plague, but they were unscathed.

There's a hint of weirdness to it no matter how you look at it.

But there is a hint of inexplicable resonance.

"Maybe there's a fate, right?"

"I probably can't stand it."

There is no such thing as a 'god of fate' in this world.

But the eldest priest in the crowd said this, and none of the priests around him said this, and when the older priest looked up at them when he had finished speaking, the priests nodded instead.

Then the priest continued.

"We need to report back to Lord Motor, and report everything here truthfully."

Suddenly, all the priests nodded again in understanding.

yes, truthfully.

Important situation, meticulous.

What is not important is naturally to be hidden.

For example: their mercy.

Or rather, it's not pity, it's just a hint of compassion.

Compassion that brings good luck.

It can't be made public, and it will naturally be hidden.

What can be hidden exists after all.

It was silently buried in the bottom of my heart.

And then?

Take root and sprout.

Over time, it is bound to take root.

It may be a long process, but it will come.

What if someone fuels the fire?

Naturally, this will be accelerated.

……

A few minutes later, Motor got the news.

After a few seconds of froze, he slammed his fist on the table.

Bang!

"Damn it!"

With a dull tapping, the privy bishop cursed.

It's not a verbal vent.

The Privy Council really wanted Carbio to die quickly.

He had never been so disappointed in a person.

Carbio is definitely the first!

Not to mention the messing up of a very simple task, it also makes the whole thing countless times more complicated!

Motor could have imagined exactly what he would face next.

When those infected with the plague tell what is happening here, the believers under the crown will surely become terrified!

Most likely, the faith will be shaken!

No!

He didn't allow that!

Thinking of this, he gave the order directly.

"Announcing to the outside world that Bishop Kabio is the shadow of that 'evil god'."

"It was he who unleashed the plague in the cathedral."

"It was he who took it upon himself to burn to death the believers of our Lord who were infected with the plague."

"It's all his fault!"

After a pause, the privy councilor added.

"Mobilize all forces to hunt down Kabio."

"No arrest is required."

"No mercy!"

"Yes!"

The old sword-clerking replied solemnly, then turned and left the room.

Bang.

The door behind him slammed shut.

With the sound of the door closing, the old priest couldn't help but sigh.

Alas!

He looked up at the bright moon, and couldn't wait to get away from the room behind him, as if there was the dirtiest, disgusting thing in the world.

Under normal circumstances, a single door would not be able to hinder Motor's perception.

He could hear everything outside the door clearly.

However, he was devoting himself to communicating with the 'God of War', but he didn't notice the sigh outside the door at all.

And this is destined for something to change.

lost a horseshoe nail, lost a horseshoe; lost a horseshoe and broke a warhorse; Broke a war horse and lost a king; Lost a king, lost a war; Lost a war, lost an empire.

Originally, it all started with the little knight who wanted to live.

And now?

The little knight was running towards the outside of Etantoinoburg with the people around him.

There are less than half of them.

Although the plague came in time, half of them fell at the door of the warehouse.

The rest?

They support each other.

After the young knight carried one of the weakened men on his back, and the other one was hung around his neck with a belt, all of them helped each other as much as they could.

Looks embarrassed.

But there is a completely different flame in his eyes.

Clear and bright.

"Hold on, everybody."

"It's coming soon."

"The 'Mist' will definitely be able to save us!"

The young knight said.

He's not untargeted.

It was the voice in his heart that told him.

The Misty Church will be his final place of redemption.

Until now, the young knight still didn't know where the voice in his heart came from.

He couldn't be sure if the other party had malicious intent.

He even guessed that the voice was from a messenger.

As for "myself?"

Impossible!

He didn't think that a small person like him deserved the attention of a 'god'.

The other party's messenger is the limit.

Of course, he knows that such attention is not a good thing.

The other party must have some purpose.

But......

This voice never deceived him!

More importantly, the bishop of the 'Mist' church.

The thought of the gentle-smiling bishop made the young knight feel a little more powerful in his heart.

If it were Your Excellency, he would have saved us!

Inexplicably, the young Cavaliers 'Bishop Simon' has a strong sense of confidence.

When did such faith arise?

The young knight didn't know either.

Maybe he had already appeared when he swung his sword at the other party in front of the city gate, and the other party did not dodge or dodge his sword blade, and was still smiling.

"Maybe this voice is the messenger from '''!"

"But Bishop Simon must have a way!"

The thought of certainty in his heart made the young knight a little faster.

Suddenly, the people around him seemed to be infected by the young knight's confidence, and their speed was a little faster.

It wasn't that no one noticed the group along the way.

However, the costumes of the Temple of the God of War were enough for them to reach the lower city safely.

With the appearance of the 'calamity' and 'mist', the brilliance of the god of war has dimmed, but it is not gone.

No one would be irrational to provoke the people of the Temple of War.

Except, of course, the Temple of War's own people!

In fact, Gino was always worried about encountering his pursuers.

But until they saw the camp of the 'Mist', no pursuers appeared.

"Thank you for ......"

A deacon prayed subconsciously.

But before the words could be spoken, the deacon was left with a wry smile.

Is he still under the protection of His Majesty?

When the flame is kindled, everything has to change.

What else could he say?

Deceive oneself as well as others?

Forget it.

There is someone in front of me who deserves more gratitude.

"Thank you, Gino."

The deacon said.

"Thank you, Gino."

"Thank you, Gino."

……

After a thank you, many thanks came out, and the young knight lowered his head slightly.

He didn't dare to look into those sincere eyes.

He could only help these people as much as he could.

Alleviate guilt.

It's going to make him feel a little better.

So, he just nodded, and silently carried the person to the camp of the 'mist'.

"Stop!"

The guards stopped the young knight.

But it didn't go any further.

Because, the superior evil spirit has come out, not only the upper evil spirit, but also the old demon hunter and Sivalka and others.

Looking at the young knights, Sivalka had a thick vigilance in his eyes.

Not against the young knights themselves, but against the plague on them.

Sivalka, who has experienced the 'Black Plague', has an unimaginable fear of the plague itself.

Or, no one who has not seen an entire town die overnight cannot understand Sivalka's fear.

Therefore, when the superior evil spirit walked towards the young knight, Sivalka immediately stopped him.

"Your Excellency, the plague."

The sound is not loud, but it is clear.

Horror immediately appeared on the faces of the guards.

They subconsciously retreated.

Even in the face of the most ferocious enemy, these guards will not retreat a single step, but in the face of ...... Pestilence?

No matter how brave a person is, he cannot defeat an enemy that cannot be seen.

Such an action made the young knight's heart tremble.

Their expectant faces froze.

Is the last place going to fail too?

Hopes are about to be dashed.

Despair rises again.

It was so unpleasant.

Without experiencing hope, you don't know how terrible despair is.

Even the young knight pursed his lips tightly at this time.

He feared that there would be a scene that he could not accept.

He feared that he would fall into the abyss.

Thankfully, none of this happened.

With a gentle smile, the superior demon walked towards them without any pause.

"I know."

"But I'm willing to take it for them."

"Everything."

"Including death."

With these words, the superior demon stood in front of the young knight, and it raised its hand to touch the top of the young knight's head.

"Are you tired?"

"It's fine."

"You can rest well for the time being, everything is with me."

A white glow emerged from the upper evil spirits.

In this night, such a light is dazzling.

Everyone subconsciously squinted.

By the time vision was restored, the white glow was gone.

But a shocking scene appeared.

The people who were crumbling before have stood firm.

Those who were unconscious woke up again.

Pestilence......

Healed!

Healed?!

Everyone watched in disbelief.

"Hello, everyone?"

The young knight stammered inquiring.

"I'm not weak anymore."

"Me too."

"And me!"

In the sound of one voice after another, the faces of these people who had escaped from the warehouse of the Temple of War were full of surprise.

"Great!"

"Great!"

The young knight muttered under his breath.

Tears that could no longer be suppressed burst out of my eyes.

Self-blame, guilt, remorse.

Before, it almost crushed the young man.

And now?

He finally felt better.

Finally......

After experiencing despair, you will realize how precious hope is.

The sound of armor and cloth rubbing against the ears of the young knight, who was covering his face and weeping, saw the people kneeling on one knee in front of him when he removed the hand covering his face.

Everyone's eyes were firm and their expressions were solemn.

"We can't put it into words."

"But we will follow you with our actions."

"We swear."

Everyone said in unison.

"It's not me, it's Bishop Simon...... Bishop Simon, what's wrong with you? ”

The young knight waved his hand again and again, and he looked at Bishop Simon, and it was only then that the young knight noticed that the bishop was pale and shaky.

"I—I'm fine."

Saying comforting words with difficulty, the superior evil spirit fell directly to the ground the moment the words fell.