Roland, of course, didn't want Elucado to save Joseph.

There was no doubt that Joseph couldn't stay, but Roland didn't want Elukado to attack him either. After all, he is a martyr, and if he wants to fight hard, he can definitely cause great trouble to Elukado, and Roland also has the possibility of being killed by him.

The best-case scenario is that Joseph and the Tree of Crucifixion will die together. But the problem is that Joseph wasn't stupid either.

Not to mention desperate, it's a good thing that he doesn't take the opportunity to escape.

Part of the reason why Roland asked Elukado to come with him was because of this consideration. If Joseph had tore his face and tried to run away, Elukado would have killed him at all costs.

Of course, this is not very likely. After all, Roland is very likely to become the Pope now, and once he gets the authority of the Pope, even if Joseph sets up a separate door to recruit believers to establish a Protestant Church, Roland can easily abolish their magic and erase their miracles. At that time, even the most devout faith will be self-defeating.

Taking a step back, Roland also has Claudia. The Holy Maiden was immune to all attacks on believers, and there was no point in Joseph turning against the water at this time. If he had been smart, he should have waited until the founding of the sect and Roland and Claudia had a conflict.

If Claudia really wanted to protect him, even Roland really couldn't kill him.

A bigger possibility is that he really followed Roland's direct gaze and risked the possibility of being taken away by the Tree of Passion to go deep into the hinterland to help Roland collect information about the Tree of Affliction, and use this to prove his loyalty.

Then, what Elukado had to do was to wait for Joseph to enter the attack range of the Tree of Affliction, and then directly attack the Tree of Affliction from the shadows to awaken it. Enraged, the Tree of Crucifixion would immediately launch an offensive against Joseph if he did not want to die. He could only use his magic to fight back.

In the face of the Tree of Suffering, even if it had been weakened twice by Roland and had not yet matured, Joseph could not have beaten it even by sacrificing half of his body. As Kakarit feared, it was impossible for Joseph to survive the attack of the Tree of Crucifixion unless he burned his own soul.

And once he starts burning his soul, he can't stop. The only way that awaits him is a dead end.

Either at the hands of Elukado or at the hands of the Tree of Suffering. Or die by your own hands. Roland actually has a lot of choices, and he doesn't need to use someone who is full of resentment towards himself. Joseph's fate was sealed.

Of course, if he chooses to fight the Tree of Passion with all his might, Roland doesn't mind making him a saint so that future generations can sing about his glory. It didn't matter if his soul ascended to the mentor, as long as it didn't get in the way of Roland.

And the red oak flower...... Roland is confident that Kakarit will take care of it. And if Kakarit is not around, Roland is more convenient to act. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to explain why he was so familiar with the organs and guardians of the Grand Cemetery. This is no longer a matter of empirical explanation.

The Grand Cemetery of the White Wolf is only about half a day away from Richero. If nothing happens on the way, Roland will be able to reach Raja Village before nightfall. Then I just took advantage of the middle of the night to finish the raid on the Grand Cemetery in one go. Take away what should be taken away, leave what should be left behind, and then turn around and go directly to the City of Wealth, and start the rampage directly when they meet, with Elukado, Roland can basically guarantee that he can kill the Tree of Suffering before Kakarit.

On the other hand, the turmoil in the city of Richero is nearing its end.

It's not that people have regrouped their defenses, but that there aren't many people left.

After the mass slaughter of the red tree began. A strange inertia dominated his whole body.

Originally, he just wanted to kill those who were wearing bandages. But after swinging, swinging, swinging, and repeating the swing until the swing of the sword is mechanically precise. A drunken feeling of intoxication dominated his entire mind.

He was pleasantly surprised and horrified to find that in the repeated simple killings, his swordsmanship, which had reached the bottleneck for a long time, actually showed some signs of improvement.

It's like a weapon comes alive and slashes at the enemy on its own. This wonderful feeling fascinates the red oak flower.

"It's not enough."

A cold, hoarse voice came from beneath the iron surface, and Akajika swung her sword and smashed the head of a young girl without a single bandage.

Just kill the wounded with bandages. The plague could not be eradicated.

Akajika told herself repeatedly in the bottom of her heart that she couldn't relax yet.

And those who bandaged them, and those who carried bandages...... And those who stood around the wounded.

All of them must be killed. All of them had to be killed—

A voice sounded repeatedly in Akajika's head.

The sword-cutting sword in the hands of the iron-faced butcher was already full of gaps. The blood of the innocent soaked the blade, and it looked as if it had been rusted and dimmed.

The faint yellow light of the fire faintly ignited in his bloodshot pupils. Akajika muttered almost morbidly, repeating in a hoarse and low voice, "Not enough, not enough, not enough......"

His eyes were completely stained with scarlet, and he couldn't see anything clearly. With his instinct, he hunted everyone around him, and with his instinct he killed them. More like a beast than a warrior.

A voice similar to that of Akajika sounded in his heart.

The spores can spread, and an entire street can be killed.

No, it should be said, the whole street must be killed.

Or the whole city, the whole Richero, including himself......

…… Wait, yourself?

Suddenly realizing something, the red tree flower was slightly stunned, and the dim yellow flame in her eyes was instantly extinguished. After a sharp feeling of dizziness, his vision suddenly became clear.

"Shameless thief! Get out of my head!! ”

The red oak flower was furious and roared in a low voice.

His voice vibrated all the sounds around him.

A strange purple and transparent life that looked like a snake and an octopus suddenly crashed into an invisible wall and emerged from the void.

Akajika stretched out his hand and crushed it directly, feeling the sound completely disappear in his mind, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Who is calculating himself? What is this? When was it?

But before he could sort out the doubts in his heart, Akajika felt the standard Karaal slashing sword in his hand hum violently, and then shattered out of thin air.

Akaji's eyes gradually cleared. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

…… Well, at least I know when it went wrong.

"That devil won't let me feel at ease even if he dies......"

Red Tree didn't even bother to turn around, knowing that there must be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood behind her. But Akajika didn't look back not because she was afraid of this, but because he didn't think there was any need to pay attention to those things. Although her behavior just now was done under the control of her behavior, Akakaji didn't bother to explain this kind of thing at all.

Now that they've all been killed here, it's ridiculous to regret it. If you are such a cowardly and cowering person, those who have been killed before will die uncomfortably.

There was only silence all that remained. The whole city felt as if it were dead, and he could no longer feel that anyone was around.

The four hundred people on this street and a half have been completely killed by him. Fortunately, this is a dead end, there is only a collapsed port ahead, and Akajika does not have to worry about an infected person escaping.

There were only seven people left. Excluding the six seriously wounded who were covered in bandages, there was only Marquis Saya who stood in front of them with a sword like a sinking stone.

"Are you the only one left? Lord Marquis. ”

Akajika asked in her own voice.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Arsu."

But the Marquis of Saya was not surprised in the slightest: "Sure enough...... The Lord's anticipation was not misplaced. ”

A huge sense of threat struck, and Akajika's pupils instantly constricted.

The next moment, the regular monarchs in the surrounding ruins stood up, armed with crossbows, on which enchanted arrows had been set up.

"Give up, Arsu...... No, Mr. Devil," said Marquis Saya in a deep voice, "you have no room to escape. (To be continued.) )