The pure white flame crackled and flickered with a fine electric light, flickering fiercely in Kakarit's eyes.

Driven by the hurricane, his figure has left the ground. Two holy white bands of light faintly pressed out behind Kakarit's clothes, like tentacles and butterfly wings, swaying in the raging pure white hurricane.

The surrounding white mist has been blown away. A tall figure in a tattered black robe stood silently in the mist.

Kakarit's eyes were completely focused on him. The sense of crisis that made Kakarit unconsciously excited.

There is no doubt that this person is the enemy.

From Kakarit's soul vision, you can even see the surging negative energy on his body. The source of those white mist was him.

Like an ice vault that had just been opened, a white chill slowly drifted out of the hem of his black robe, filling the air.

"And I saw the Savior, clothed in black robes, coming from Mount Balaam."

Without hesitation, Kakarit poured his almost depleted divine grace into the ritual again.

While the funeral chant was maintained, and under Joseph's angry gaze, Kakarit sang a prayer that could be called transgression-

"His glory covers the heavens, and his praise fills the earth."

"He stood and shook sinners. Wickedness kneels before him, and the guilty shall die of fever. ”

There was not the slightest distraction in Kakarit's heart.

That's right—his affection for Roland has never been one of fear or respect. He had sworn to worship Roland as a god.

It didn't matter if he was rejected by the Lord of Darkness because of this—he could feel that the holiness in Roland was more than ten times greater than that of the Lord of Darkness.

Originally. Lord Roland once said to Kakarit with great certainty: "You are not wrong. ”

Kakarit was raised by his parents from a very young age like this:

Kakarit is just a tool-

Kakarit is just a weapon-

The function of the weapon itself is violence. Whatever the weapon is used for, there is nothing wrong with the weapon itself.

But it's not the same as before. The previous Kakarit didn't even have the function of killing people. It is sin that tools are useless. But now Kakarit has found a reason to survive.

Lord Roland needs herself. If you don't have yourself, Lord Roland will be in a lot of trouble. These troubles can only be solved by yourself. None of the others can.

Unlike under the Knicks, under Roland, Cacarit quickly found the meaning of survival.

Kakarit's mind has never changed from the very beginning.

Kakarit only wants to kill for the sake of others, which is his only wish. He had thought that the doctrine of the Lord of the Shadows, who could only collect ill-gotten gains, would help him to legitimately fulfill his wishes, but then he realized that he was on the wrong track.

Killing for money is nothing more than the work of killers, mercenaries and bandits. And under the Nix's teachings, killing is not a necessary part. And the killing itself presumably, the plundering of wealth is more important.

This is nothing short of humiliating for Kakarit.

His essence is a weapon. Although perhaps the nobleman's lavish saber was much more expensive than the warrior's plain iron sword, as a weapon. Kakarit prefers to be the latter.

And Roland gave him hope.

What Roland represents is the ultimate death. Plagues, earthquakes, floods, snowstorms, fires, ...... All ways to die are permitted by Roland, not just to kill with a dagger.

Kakarit, of course, would like to have a more diverse range of abilities. After all, he's a weapon, not just a sword or something. As long as he can take the life of someone else while being enslaved by him, Kakarit will feel a strong sense of pleasure from the depths of his soul.

More poisonous than any. The product must be violent. That is the deepest instinct of every life, and as long as there is a spiritual life, it is absolutely impossible to resist.

Staring condescendingly at the silent, immobile black-robed man, the flame in Kakarit's eyes was covered with an even more fanatical and ethereal light.

Weapons began to sprout from his skin.

There were knights' spears, swords, chopping swords, armor-piercing cones, flails, axes, but also sickles, scalpels, long needles, scissors, nails, and long saws. A tip loomed from his skin with a dense array of weapons, and from a distance, it looked as if Kakarit had been pierced by countless swords and axes.

Kakarit's prayers became sharper and more piercing.

"Listen to Him, but He has authority to forgive you. Deliver you from the horns of the sword and the buffalo—"

As the prayer in praise of Roland ended, the ground suddenly began to shake violently.

It's as if the surrounding earth has been activated. The ground around the black-robed man collapsed in a targeted manner, and after the ground stucked his stumbling body, the ground regained its tight structure. Fold.

Unfortunately, the black-robed man's body seemed to be so hard that the ground even creaked like teeth.

Under Joseph's silent gaze, the last of Kakarit's divine grace was transformed into a sacred fire.

And then. The weapon that emerged from his body was wrapped in pure white holy fire, and struck the black-robed man who was stuck on the ground with the power of a comet. As the weapon wrapped around the flame fell. A violent explosion rang out, and the ground trembled slightly.

The incessant explosions lasted a full ten seconds. By the time Kakarit stumbled to the ground. The black-robed man had already been bombarded to tatters, and the rich negative energy aura in the air began to gradually dissipate.

But at this moment, Kakarit showed a surprised gaze.

Because he noticed that under the tattered black robe, there was actually a metal puppet that shimmered with a silver-white metallic light!

…… Not human?

Kakarit's eyebrows raised slightly. He dragged his tired body forward and wanted to investigate the doll.

But he didn't notice that Joseph was staring at him behind him, with a cold, serpent-like gaze.

After a few seconds or so, Joseph took a deep breath and slowly swallowed the killing intent that had choked in his throat.

At the same time, the bloody battle of Fararu has become more intense.

A huge male lion with bat wings, snake scales and a scorpion tail with a beautiful and charming appearance. The bewildered Brain Eater has joined the fray.

On the battlefield, a sound like a chainsaw rubbing a piece of iron appears everywhere, making a sizzling sound.

The top half of it is a robot made up of human skeletons, and the rest of life is made up of pieces of metal. The way it travels is not the rolling of the wheels, but the gliding like a drift.

The barbed part of the blade wheel was stuck in the corpse of the mountain people, scraping on the ground, making a screeching sound and dragging large blood marks on the ground.

By the time these three classes appeared on the battlefield, the Templar defenses had completely collapsed. (To be continued.) )