In one minute and forty seconds, all the unjust souls of the Thousand Tombs were cleaned up.

[You have dispersed 1,021 unjust souls and extracted the power of the Origin...... You end up with 612 XP]

[You have obtained the trait Word of Compassion]

Words of Compassion (Personal Characteristics)

Effect: All types of your dispels deal 80% more damage to the dead and 50% damage to undead species.

- May the Lord have mercy on this wretched soul.

…… It's okay.

Roland nodded reluctantly.

Dispelling a thousand unjust souls in one go will definitely get the trait, but Roland personally prefers the Holy Song that can play half of the dispel effect before the prayer is completed, or the trait of the Dispel Master who can instantly dispel it again in a short time with a small amount of power after the dispel is successful.

At the very least, he got the words of compassion, not the popular traits of being proficient in dispelling or drinking.

For Roland, the words of compassion have barely improved their short-term combat power, but they have given Roland a means to extinguish the undead.

Although the mourner's baptismal chant claims to be a walking corpse of the same level after reading a strip for a second, his baptismal chant cannot dispel the undead until he obtains this trait.

If he can't even do damage, his mourning chant trait won't be triggered at all, and there will be no way to erase the undead's immortality.

But now, he can kill the dead soul completely.

Roland remembers that there was an undead priest who was paralyzed by himself and picked up by Farina.

Not to mention the other undead, at least that undead, Roland must be disposed of as soon as possible.

Although Esther helped Roland to take the blame, Roland's troubles in the City of Fortune would be rumored sooner or later. Roland didn't want to stop anything - or rather, he just wanted the people of the White Tower to realize his cruelty and kill him as soon as possible.

After all, the mourner is promoted to one of the conditions for the death crow. It is to put yourself in a state of "being recognized as dead". In other words, sooner or later, Roland will have to fake his death.

But as a voter of the Eternal Mentor, he can't give his boss a share - if he wants to die, why not die vigorously?

He planned to play a big game when he got to the White Tower. Make a fortune first, then make a name for yourself, and finally let yourself be caught and executed.

The only downside to this plan. For some time after Roland was "put to death", he was in a state of almost isolation. If something happens outside, he can't take care of it.

In such a situation, it would be too harmful to let a priest of an evil god, especially one of the gods of decay and disease, run around outside.

You know, by the time Roland returned to society in another capacity, the White Tower had probably collapsed. The revival of the plague is about to begin, and the first thing Roland wants to get rid of is the god of decay and disease.

He didn't want the plague he had cultivated so hard to block the wedding dress for others.

The thoughts in Roland's mind were fleeting, and he took one last look at the bright red circle that began to shine in the middle of the main hall, but he walked directly to the apse without stopping.

Roland glanced down at the silver bracelet that hung from his wrist. Looking at the speed at which the font on it appeared, I determined that Claudia was still relatively safe.

Because Roland cleared all the souls with a wave of baptismal chanting very smoothly, and now he unexpectedly had more time than he imagined.

After a total of more than three hundred steps, Roland walked to the door of the apse.

The material of this gate is different from the obsidian outside, and it is a rare winged tree in Karar.

Roland stretched out his hand and touched the cold door, his expression complicated.

While inheriting the heavy material of the Wing Tree, this gate is also as strong as steel. Both in terms of appearance and effect. None of this is any different from a steel door.

Then the question arises - why is this door not simply made of metal?

"Of course I'm afraid of rust."

Roland raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, and without hesitation, he raised his foot and kicked the door directly.

Moment. The blood that had accumulated behind the door gushed out. About half a palm's height of blood spurted towards Roland from the lower end of the door, instantly shining Roland's black leather boots.

The girl with long blond hair knelt on the ground with her head hanging down. Her hands were spread out to the sides, and behind her was a large horizontal plank, and her wrists were nailed to them by rusty steel spikes.

Her abdomen was pierced by a shattered Karar slashing sword, nailed to the plank behind her. As she struggled and breathed weakly, streams of blood gushed from her abdomen to the ground like a spring.

From Roland's point of view. It was as if she had been crucified upside down.

“…… Rowe, Roland? ”

She looked up in confusion, her voice dry and hoarse.

"Help me! Save me! Please help me! ”

As if she suddenly realized something, she struggled and cried out, the flesh of her hands almost torn apart.

The long hair, which had once shone as beautiful as flowing gold, had now been dulled by the long torture.

Her golden hair fluttered messily, revealing the faces of the people behind her.

None other than Claudia.

"I'm here - you hold on!"

Roland shouted.

His face was full of anxiety. Three steps and two steps, almost a trot to Claudia.

"Roland, thank you......"

Before Claudia's thanks could be finished, a pale blue dagger pierced her throat and nailed to a stake behind her.

Then, Roland mercilessly stabbed the Karaal sword in her abdomen, stabbing it a little deeper.

“…… Why? ”

Claudia's throat was pierced, but it hissed like an insect.

To this day, her face is still full of hatred, incomprehension, and the pain of betrayal - it can be said that it is a play.

At this time, the anxiety on Roland's face had completely dissipated.

His face was flat, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"In terms of acting skills, it is worth commendating, at least it is much more reliable than the one outside."

Roland said slowly, and slowly pressed his right hand on the short sword inserted in Claudia's throat, and exerted force little by little.

"How did you find me? It stands to reason that I shouldn't have shown any flaws. ”

Claudia's voice was full of confusion.

Roland just smiled and shook his head.

"You're underestimating Claudia. She's far smarter than you think. ”

"The Crowley family has a crystal wood garden, which can be seen from the dense crystal wood ornaments on Claudia's body."

She had made some preparations before the trip. It is very likely that she had expected that a terrible monster capable of transforming others would take her away, so she deliberately threw away her bracelet and put on a pair of ordinary silver bracelets, which she hid in the priest's robes. ”

And before, she deliberately lost her right hand bracelet. This is the one I'm wearing on my hand right now. ”

"In other words, you should only have a silver bracelet on your left hand right now."

"Then can you explain, why do you wear crystal wood bracelets engraved with divine patterns on both hands?"

Roland read word by word: "When did you copy the image of Claudia?" This enemy of Kabbalah? ”

Thinking of Claudia's rescue of herself when she had just entered this world, Roland's silver-gray eyes were cold and ruthless, but anger gradually ignited in her eyes. (To be continued......)