"This is the festival of the Chisha Cult? This is the believer of the Chisha Cult? Hmph! It's just a swarm of headless flies flying around, it's hard to imagine that such a pile of garbage has actually ravaged the Redstone Continent for thousands of years!"

Walking on the blood-soaked altar of the canyon, Fisk's steps were light and straight, and he only glanced disdainfully at the surrounding "slaughterhouse" the whole time, and then silently walked towards the high platform in the center of the canyon.

As for some of the devout but self-defeating cultists he encountered along the way, Fisk simply killed them, stepping over a shattered corpse with almost every step he took.

At the center of the altar is the location of the Old Priestess and the Holy Maiden, and Fisk now prioritizes killing these two key figures.

The purpose of killing the old priest is to completely collapse the chaotic followers of the Red Sand God Cult, while killing the "Holy Maiden" who is still a little girl is to ensure that the "Red Sand Cult" loses the chance to make a comeback.

Fisk had heard of the reputation of the "Holy Maiden" of the "Red Sand Cult", and legend had it that the Holy Maiden named Gorania was the most qualified creature found in the entire redstone plane for thousands of years, and if she was allowed to grow, it would be equivalent to letting the Red Sand Cult have a leader destined to reach the master level in the future.

Of course, Fisk could not tolerate this kind of thing, so he wanted to strangle the "Holy Maiden" in the weakest bud, and never give the Chisha cult a chance to rekindle the evil fire.

"Fanatics are a bunch of evil madmen, even if it's a little girl...... From the moment she joins the cult and becomes a believer, she is a crazy and dangerous enemy"!

Convinced by the firmness of his eyes, Fisk began to speed up his pace.

Due to the collapse of the Red Sand Cult believers, and the few full-level priests who were unexpectedly not good at fighting, Fisk's soldiers were now able to kill the enemy almost without the help of this master "general".

Now, Fisk only needs to kill the last two spiritual symbols of the "Red Sand Cult", and this time the elimination can be successfully completed!

But............

Will things really go that smoothly?

Fisk was still a somewhat reckless warrior after all, and he didn't understand what kind of cards a cult with its back to the gods might have, let alone what kind of obsession a group of crazy people could have.

In his opinion, the old priest and the "holy woman" at this time must be trying their best to escape, and all he needs to guard against is that they take out some kind of magic equipment to escape.

But...... The development of events is a little different from what the "great general" imagined.

In fact, "escape" will always be a non-existent word in the minds of fanatics, and the courage brought by faith can allow a fanatic believer, even if it is just an ordinary person, to face the top powerhouse without the slightest fear, and the old priest will certainly not be afraid of Fisk's arrival because of the huge gap in strength.

Therefore, when Fiske's footsteps were still nearly a kilometer or so away from the center of the altar, the old man in the crimson sacrificial robe with an extremely solemn expression was already watching the imposing "Great General" from a distance across a road that had been deliberately made out by the believers.

"Old thing, you didn't run away like a lost dog? It's really beyond the general's expectations, but the time for justice has come, and you evil will be punished!"

Gazing at the old priest with the attitude of a victor, Fisk raised his sword nonchalantly.

Although the righteous general was ostensibly speaking to the old priest, in fact he was using his fighting spirit to lock on the holy daughter of Golana, who was still on the altar.

Even though the old priest had already "sent" himself in front of him, Fisk still thought that this was just a ploy to buy time for the "Holy Maiden" to evacuate, after all, as a self-confident master warrior, he could now be sure that it was impossible for the old priest to escape so close to him, so the only thing he had to guard against was the Holy Maiden Golania on the high platform.

"It's just a little trick to carve insects, I'll lock all my perception on that little madman, and I'll see how this so-called "saint" can escape."

That's what Fisk thinks, and that's what he does.

Now that he was pointing at the old priest, he was just putting on a show, he couldn't tolerate letting go of any member of the Chisha Cult, especially the Golanya who had excellent qualifications and great influence!

But...... As the saying goes, "Fiction and reality cannot be prevented", Fiske, who thought he was thoughtful, still made a wrong judgment after all.

After a second or two passed, neither the old priest nor the saintess who was sitting firmly on the high platform suddenly broke out to escape as Fisk had imagined, especially the old priest with cloudy eyes, the old man who couldn't see clearly, kept staring directly at the confident general.

"Hehehehe, General Fisk, how tired you are from afar, why don't you rest here for a while."

Without warning, suddenly, the old priest, who had been silent, burst out laughing grimly.

At the same time, beneath where Fisk was now, a small magic scroll that had no energy fluctuations at all silently turned into flying ash and slowly dissipated into the soil.

"It's not good, it's a trick"!

Even though there was no fatal sensation, Fisk still burst out in horror and tried to leave the place, because the general, who had suddenly retracted his senses, had already felt a strange aura that was not threatening, but rather strange, permeate around him.

Only then did he realize that it was not the saintess on the high platform who really came to arrange the means, but the old priest who seemed to be bent on death!

And it seems that the last resort they have laid out is not for escape, but for ...... Trap yourself!

"Trap me, and then try to escape?

Fisk, who reacted to his plan, was so stunned that the general, who attached great importance to glory, could not imagine how disgraced he and his family would be if the two scourges of the Holy Maiden and the Old Priestess escaped.

Therefore, the moment he felt the strange aura suddenly permeated, Fisk made up his mind to attack the "Holy Maiden" no matter what, and even for this he did not hesitate to slow down his movements by half a beat.

"This is my mistake, but I can't afford such a mistake! Even if I resist a hard blow, I have to make a move! This saint with great potential must die!"

With Fiske's roar, the furious Fighting Spirit Blade followed his guidance and flew towards the center of the altar, and in front of this sharp energy blade, even the thick hard rock was easily cut in half.

At this moment, Fisk, who had never regarded the Red Sand Cult as an opponent, finally lost the confident posture that he had everything under control.