The wings of a butterfly roll up a hurricane.

The dense butterflies, almost obscuring the sky, rolled up the storm visible to the naked eye, and scattered in all directions in one breath!

The white hurricane completely obscured Kakarit's figure. Through the white hurricane, I could only vaguely see a vague figure standing in the center of the storm, raising my hands as if I were embracing the whole world.

A pale white halo wrapped around the air, and with the whistling sound of a hurricane, it suddenly spread around, blowing a large area of white mist around.

The city guards retreated with fearful expressions on their faces. Even if a thick warmth penetrated the coat and flesh to the bone marrow, they could only feel a deeper fear.

The next moment, the streamer was surging.

The white hurricane emitted countless silvery-white comets and white streamers, illuminating the entire evening sky.

The silvery-white comet exploded as it slammed into the guard's body, exploding, and blood splattered, leaving a massive penetrating wound on the corpse, the edge of which was horribly charred. And those who were entangled in the streamers were suddenly ignited by the silver-white flame in three seconds. Before he could utter a wail, he was burned to ashes.

In just the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were completely wiped out by Kakarit.

And he's done more than that. Under the roar of the hurricane that faintly shimmered with a white halo, the cold white mist that entwined around the bones gradually dispersed to the surroundings.

But Kakarit was not satisfied.

He chanted the name of his mentor and once again expanded the scope of the storm's capture.

Those who had fled before did not hide either. The streamers that erupted from the rapidly expanding white storm completely destroyed them, and the reinforcements that had just arrived suddenly stopped at the edge of the divine arts. Don't dare to take a step closer.

A roaring pure white hurricane swirled across the sky, and the clouds in the sky were blown out of a large hole due to the strong centrifugal force. The surrounding tombstones were also cut out one after another by Kakarit.

Joseph's eyes widened in surprise.

He was sure. This is definitely not something that a silver-level priest can do.

True. It's just killing a dozen people of the Black Iron Rank. Joseph could have done the same thing with ease, even more easily than Kakarit.

But things can't be counted that way.

Even the Elder Sleep Mentor will not be obscured by the Great Barrier of Karar. But to be able to cast and maintain this level of divine magic, silver alone will never be able to do it.

The proof is Joseph himself. He was now at the highest level of the Silver Rank, but Joseph asked himself that he would definitely not be able to use a divine skill of this scale.

Kakarit, who had advanced to gold before himself.

Just thinking about it made Joseph feel like his heart was being eaten by a tide of jealous ants.

Joseph definitely did not believe that he was inferior to Kakarit.

You see, Joseph believed in his mentor on his own mind, while Kakarit only believed on Roland's orders—and it was clear who was more religious.

That's it. There is only one answer.

Am I wrong? Could it be that Kakarit is the right one?

Is Roland really the embodiment of the mentor, the personification of the mentor's authority?

Thinking of this, Joseph's face couldn't help but look a little ugly.

He absolutely could not agree with it.

Roland, who deprived him of his affections, and his mentor, who gave him back his affections—these two could never be considered one and the same by Joseph.

Even though Joseph was a follower of Roland, Joseph did not fully commit his loyalty. From the very beginning, Joseph followed Roland because of the fear of death.

In Joseph's eyes, Roland was just a mortal. He is nothing without a guru.

If Joseph had been cruel, stupid, arrogant, and ...... Be stupid. If you attack Roland directly, you can sacrifice your own life and disrupt Roland's entire plan.

But Joseph was afraid of death. He didn't want to die so casually. In the end, he couldn't even enter the kingdom of God, and returned to the underworld like a mortal without faith. What's the difference between that and his life being wasted like this?

Roland just held that kind of look of course, and stepped on Joseph's bottom line accurately.

Yes. As Roland had predicted, Joseph did not dare to oppose him. But that didn't mean Joseph didn't hold a grudge against him.

He's human after all. Unlike Kakarit, a "tool" dressed in human skin, Joseph was a man with relatives, friends, and his own view of good and evil.

In the beginning. Roland bet that Joseph would never dare to betray or oppose him. Roland was completely confident that he could handle Joseph, the habitual dog of the Lord, and did not even put him on a leash.

The kind of self-confidence that seems to know everything and everything is expected can always bring a steady stream of confidence to those around you. This trust also led Joseph to trust his trust.

But then Joseph was disappointed.

Roland's behavior of taking away Joseph's feelings just shows that Roland does not have enough power to control himself. And this seemed to Joseph to have trampled on his own bottom line.

The ability to take away the affection of others and turn humans into emotionless instruments was truly intimidating and disgusting to Joseph.

After experiencing the gloomy world of losing all impulses, the world losing all color, and there is no difference between living and dying, Joseph said that he did not want to go back no matter what.

The reason why Joseph has not betrayed Roland now is only because the Mentor of Eternal Sleep has asked him to serve Roland, the Mentor's chosen one, with his life. Joseph was accountable to his mentor, not to Roland.

At the moment when he was healed by his mentor in the White Tower, Joseph had a moment of peeking into the guru's body. It is undoubtedly a much greater being than the god of darkness, and it can even be said to be the ultimate in the world.

After seeing that greatness again, and thinking back about the time when he was the supreme god of darkness, Joseph almost burst out laughing.

The smell of the counterfeit came to my face. That's not the difference between adults and children...... This is not a gap that can occur within a species at all.

Joseph was now extremely envious of Roland, even a little jealous.

If he could, Joseph wanted to replace Roland now. But Joseph was not stupid, and he also knew that there was a huge gap between himself and Roland in the hearts of his mentors.

That's why Joseph was so cold to Kakarit.

Because he knows that Kakarit is the complete opposite of himself.

If he obeyed Roland's orders because of his mentor, then Kakarit was ordered by Roland to believe in his mentor.

This behavior seemed to Joseph to be blasphemous. It's as if to say that Roland is bigger than the mentor.

No, no......

Joseph silently clenched his right fist, and a dim yellow light flashed in his eyes.

It must not be admitted that Kakarit is the right one.

"I'm going to prove it...... I'll definitely prove it to them......"

Joseph muttered, the dim yellow in his eyes darting twice, then covered in silver-gray again.

Not yet.

Must be patient......

At this moment, a system prompt suddenly flashed in front of Roland's eyes:

[Shut them up (2/4)]

“……”

Roland frowned, looked at the white whirlwind that ran through the sky to the northwest, and understood something.

Probably killed by Joseph.

"Thank you, Joseph."

Roland read softly. (To be continued.) )