On the war horse, the old Marquis of Wharton couldn't help but smile when he saw the escort team belonging to the Temple of the God of War.

Everything was as he expected.

In the face of the 'outsider', the 'Lady of Calamity' may not pay attention to it when it is not in contact with her vital interests, but the 'God of War', who is known for her 'iron will', will not do so.

There will inevitably be a reaction.

Even when confronting Ms. Calamity.

Looking at the escort team that was obviously composed of the elite of the God of War Temple, the old marquis couldn't help but sigh.

He thought of himself.

With the exception of the royal guard, there is hardly a team that can reach this level.

As for the soldiers in the barracks at Etantoinople?

Even the strongest one will not be the opponent of the elite warriors of the temple in front of him.

Can't even resist a single move.

Born as civilians, some things are inherently destined!

No, it just doesn't work!

Even if you work hard the day after tomorrow, it won't work!

On the contrary, those aristocratic private armies have something to look forward to.

However, except for some sergeants created by strange means, the rest could hardly resist such elites.

But, that's a good thing, too.

At the very least, it's easier to deal with them.

For example......

Subconsciously, the old marquis glanced at the convoy behind him.

"Originally, we could have been on the same side."

"It's a pity ......"

"You made the wrong choice."

The old marquis, who was whispering to himself in his heart, quietly gestured to the surrounding royal guards, and immediately, the royal guards who were originally guarding Sika and his party changed their camp and became marching together.

Everything is done quietly.

But the situation has become completely different.

At this moment, the elite warriors of the God of War Temple can directly face Sika Ling and his party, instead of needing to jump over the royal guards.

Rogett, who looked like a bear, drove the carriage in which the messenger and the baroness were riding.

The young man looked at this scene, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.

There is no need to panic about what has been expected for a long time.

When they set out, they knew what they were up against.

On the contrary, it was the posture of the great nobleman just now that made the young man feel a fake feeling.

Unlike the former Viscount Sika.

That viscount, although he was also a nobleman, was very pure.

The rules are also practiced, and there are no exceptions.

But the big nobleman just now revealed a sense of hypocrisy from the inside out.

It was not the first time that young people had seen such aristocrats.

In fact, most of the nobles he had seen were like this.

One set of mouths, one set of deeds.

The essence of it is to be in a high position and keep enjoying it.

All their words and deeds are aimed at making themselves climb higher and faster.

As for stopping?

Nope.

Desire is a bottomless abyss.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you.

What's even more terrifying is ......

Around the abyss, there are some inexplicable beings quietly observing you.

Young people don't want to be like that.

So, while silently chanting the honorific name of 'Mist', he gently tapped on the carriage behind him.

It was not loud, but the young man was sure that the messenger would be able to hear it.

The rest?

I'll leave it to the messenger.

In the event of a battle, he is the first to charge ahead.

If you talk, those brothers and sisters behind the convoy are more suitable than him.

Right now?

He just needs to be quiet and ready.

The change in the bottom of his heart made Rogett's breath change slightly.

A moment ago, it looked like a lazy bear.

At this time, it is ready to go, ready to stand up.

Such a change attracted the attention of the old marquis.

But right away, the old marquis shook his head.

It's not inconceivable that a relatively powerful young man can come out of a place the size of Sika's collar, but it would be strange if there was none.

"It's a pity that one person can't change anything at all."

The old marquis thought so firmly.

And the convoy is getting closer.

Eventually, it stopped.

Sika led a convoy and faced the elite of the Temple of War.

The royal guards had already flashed to the side, and the civilians and merchants who entered and exited the city gate hid far away, and some nobles with considerable status on the city walls were looking forward to it.

Cruel anticipation crossed their faces.

They expect blood to flow.

They expect corpses to be everywhere.

They were expecting a bloody ball.

Anyway......

It's not them who died, are they?

Inside the carriage, the Baroness instinctively prayed to the 'mist'.

She didn't know what she was going to do to help Simon at this time.

So, all that remained was prayer.

The superior demon smiled and pushed the car door and walked down.

It showed that warm smile to the people who traveled with it.

It took a step and slowly walked towards the elite of the Temple of War.

"Man is the most contradictory creature."

"They're cowardly."

"But brave."

"They are heroic."

"But they kill."

"They are merciful."

"But tyrannical."

"They have mercy."

"But selfish."

"They are admirable, but they are lonely and helpless for a long time, they have many advantages and disadvantages, but what is this?"

"They're human."

"They are what they are, they need to grow, and my lord is willing to carry everything and watch them grow."

"'Mist' Bishop Simon, I've seen your Excellency of the Temple of War."

The superior evil spirit raised his hands and clasped them in front of him, stretched out two fingers with one hand and five fingers with the other, formed a number seven, and bowed slightly.

This number naturally has a meaning.

It hasn't forgotten its boss's nickname: 2567.

Therefore, this etiquette is a metaphor for the nickname of its boss.

As for 6?

Everyone who prostrates represents 6.

After all, the number 6 carries blessings in itself.

This is the knowledge it has received from the boss, and it has always thought that it is amazing, that an ordinary number can have so many meanings.

The thing that impressed it the most was 'Shun'.

6 It is difficult to understand the blessing of success, but fortunately, it does not need to be understood, it just needs to be remembered.

Just like at this time, it thinks that it is 6, and the rest of the people call it 666, and it is about to start its performance.

The first appearance of 'Mist' Bishop Simon.

It wants to make this moment as epic as it will be remembered.

Therefore, when faced with the elite warriors of the Temple of War who silently drew their long swords, it was still smiling, without the slightest panic, and would not take a step back.

On the contrary, it has taken a step forward.

"Killing, you can't solve everything."

It said so.

Softly spoken, but enough for everyone around to hear clearly.

And the warrior of the War God Temple in front of him did not hesitate to stab the long sword in his hand into the chest of the superior evil spirit after glancing at the commander and getting tacit approval.

Burst!

The blade is sharp.

Cutting muscles and bones is like cutting butter.

A sword pierced through, leaving only the hilt out.

Behind him, blood spurted and rolled down to the dirt.

The civilians and businessmen who had been watching here exclaimed one by one.

The nobles on the city walls smiled.

Started so soon?

That's great!

This is the first one!

It's going to be them right away!

The nobles on the city walls looked at Sika's convoy, expecting the blood to flow.

Although such a wish was no different from that of the old marquis, the old marquis at this time frowned slightly, and he stared at the upper evil spirit, or to be precise, the upper evil spirit's smile.

That kind of smile is absolutely impossible to appear in a dying person.

And the next moment, when he saw the superior evil spirit holding the hand of the warrior of the War God Temple and pulling out the long sword, the old marquis's brows furrowed even tighter.

Is this something like an immortal ability?

As an almost highest-level existence of Etandin, the old marquis had seen too many secret arts.

Some are innate.

Some are through practice.

Still others are forged by strange means.

But no matter what kind of thing it is, it is impossible to lift the weight like a superior evil spirit.

Even the rumored 'Silent Night Secret Society's most difficult secret technique to cultivate, the 'Shadow Turning Moon' secret technique, was difficult to achieve.

This secret technique also takes time.

Are there any other secret techniques in it?

The old marquis guessed.

Similarly, the young warrior with the sword was speculating.

As the elite of the Temple of War, this young warrior had already obtained the rank of deacon, and he had usually carried out the task of sweeping away the 'evil' independently, so after experiencing the initial surprise, he quickly calmed down.

And in the face of the superior demon holding his hand and returning the long sword to him again, the young warrior sneered.

He had seen this kind of method more than once when he was sweeping away the 'evil'.

There can be no panic.

Be calm!

Be calm!

Panicking only makes you lose judgment.

And, the fear that comes with it is the worst.

Because, that will make your long sword 'rust' and 'dull'.

Therefore, the moment the superior demon let go of his hand, the young warrior immediately waved the sword in his hand.

Burst!

This time, it's no longer a straight stab.

Rather, chop!

A sword owl head.

The head fell to the ground.

His body also fell to the ground.

Call!

The young warrior breathed a sigh of relief.

He had seen undead monsters, and he knew their weaknesses well.

The skull is the most immediate and obvious.

As long as you can decapitate it, you can basically kill it.

No exceptions!

Shake the long sword in your hand.

After the blood is shaken away, the young warrior has to put his sword back into its sheath.

But at the moment when he reversed the long sword, the target whose corpse was separated actually stood up intact.

His body was covered in blood stains and stains.

But the smile on the other party's face was still gentle.

Suddenly, there was an uproar all around.

Whether it was the surrounding civilians, merchants, or the nobles on the city wall, they all watched this scene dumbfounded, and in that big mouth, they couldn't stop making meaningless sounds.

If the first sword is spoken, they can still understand that it is a stab and something like that.

But the second sword of the owl's head, the one who should have died, stood up again, but it was a little incomprehensible to them.

Some civilians fell to their knees trembling in shaking.

The merchants gathered their guards in front of them.

The nobles looked at each other, then looked again at the young warrior who had retreated in terror.

As if noticing the gaze around him, the horror on the young warrior's face quickly turned to shame, and he wondered why he had to retreat.

Especially, under the gaze of so many people.

What a shame!

The young man's breathing became rapid and heavy.

With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his hand slashed out again.

Once again, the superior demon was beheaded.

And, this time, the young man didn't stop after slapping his head, he swung his sword at the flying head, and then the corpse that fell to the ground.

A moment later, the corpse of the superior demon had long since become a pool of flesh and blood.

Whew! Whew!

The continuous, extremely fast sword strikes were a bit overwhelming even for this well-trained young warrior.

He began to gasp for breath.

And the people who witnessed this scene turned pale one by one.

Some even retched.

Instead, the aristocrats became excited.

Their faces were ruddy, their breathing was short, and their hands and feet trembled, as if they were going to dance at any moment.

But immediately, they were like ducks whose necks were choked, and the excitement in their bodies dissipated directly, leaving only horror.

Because, in a warm white glow, the superior evil spirit appeared again.

Not only did it appear, but it was as clean as new.

The filth on his body before is gone.

There is only a holy robe that highlights the white light, and the gentle expression makes people yearn for it.

That's how most people feel.

Not counting the young warrior who was gasping for breath.

He stared blankly at the superior evil spirit.

Or to be precise, look at the gentle expression of the superior evil spirit.

It has never changed its gentleness.

Eyes, smiles.

Even in the face of him, a person who almost broke himself into pieces, he didn't change, it was like looking at his family, brothers and sisters.

"Are you alright?"

The superior evil spirit asked softly.

This sentence hit the young man's heart like thunder.

The eyes of the young warrior, whose chest could not stop rising and falling, appeared confused at this moment.

Is the other party an enemy?

Yes.

But why did he treat me gently when I hurt him?

Is such a person an enemy?

Doubts can't help but appear in the hearts of young people.

"Gino!"

A loud shout rang in my ears.

The young warrior looked in the direction from which the voice came, it was his captain, the leader of the trip.

This middle-aged man, who was usually extremely serious, became more and more serious at this time, and his face looked like a hard rock.

"Out of the sword!"

The young captain's voice whispered.

"Captain......

"Out of the sword!"

The young man subconsciously wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the captain.

Suddenly, the young man became overwhelmed.

He didn't know what to do.

And at this time, the superior evil spirit walked in front of the young man, he raised his hand, held the other party's hand, let the other party's hand, hold the long sword, and then ......

It swept over its neck.

Burst!

The head hit the ground again.

The hands that held the young man also softened, and the corpse fell to the ground again.

The young man was completely stunned.

He looked at the corpse in front of him, and the hand holding the long sword couldn't help but tremble.

Clang.

The sword lands.