Mentoring the Great Sword.

Amy Ulysses is extremely familiar with this type of weapon.

The Institute is the cradle of sword wielders, and every trainee there aims to successfully pass the trial assessment and become a true sword wielder.

For this reason, the sword-wielding sword's standard sword is very popular among trainees.

Although because of the extraordinary physique of the sword-wielder, the sword-wielder's standard broadsword has been deliberately weighted, and it stands to reason that it has not yet undergone baptism, has not been implanted with holy stigmata, and the trainees of the training institute who are still mortal in the flesh cannot wield such a heavy weapon at all, but there is a market where there is demand, and the broad-bladed and thick-ridged broadsword of the same specifications and styles, and even the same batch of craftsmen made by the same batch of craftsmen soon appeared on the training ground of the training institute, and became the most popular weapon among the trainees.

Over time, the name of the great sword of discipline has spread.

And the reason why the Glorious One was able to tell from the wounds alone that all the wounds of the deceased were caused by the Great Sword of Discipline was simply because...... Before he awoke from the beneath of the present Canaan, in the dream of trials woven by the Order, he had always used the same broad-bladed broad-ridged greatsword.

However, although it is clear what the perpetrator's murder weapon was, the suspicions have increased rather than decreased.

Kill them,

Who is the man who killed so many people?

Nope-

Is the murderer really a person?

Could it be a group of people, who were organized, planned, and premeditated to infiltrate the Holy Cult Army, when the roar of the mountains and rivers and the earth sounded, when the battlefield was divided and the chaos came, not only did they not start a desperate battle with the foreign enemy, but instead raised their butcher knives against their teammates.

It seems that this is the only way to explain why everyone died under the wounds of the same weapon, and why they still had shocked and incredible faces until they died.

Probably only the betrayal of their companions can keep their eyes closed even if they die.

Sighing softly, the Glory One did not let unnecessary compassion and curiosity dictate his actions, only a brief pause, and after closing his eyes on the corpse in hand, he set off again.

What shocked him was that—

The corpses piled up on the ground not only did not decrease, but increased.

But more than that, like him, the sword-wielders and Holy Cult soldiers who can judge the problems of the Holy Song Team by the changes in the divine radiance.

I just don't know why.

He didn't see the Great Sword Bearers in it.

Is it being pinned?" thought the Glory, and then shook his head, holding back his divergent thoughts—now was not the time to think about this, the first priority was to deal with the situation on the side of the Song Band.

So far......

The enemy is unexpectedly tricky.

It stands to reason that as more and more sword-wielding and Holy Cult soldiers gathered, the offensive of those rebels was about to be effectively contained, but the result was the opposite, not only was the divine light curtain that dispelled the darkness still dim as if it would be extinguished at any time, but the direction of the Holy Song Team was like a bottomless pit, greedily devouring everyone who dared to go deep into it.

Over there...... What will it be?

Rarely, Amy Ulysses felt nervous in her heart.

- I always feel that something is wrong with the previous inference.

The closer I got, the more my heart beats, and the more foreboding and uneasiness I feel.

But but-

There is no intention of retreating.

With such a complicated mentality, he approached the battlefield where he was still fighting.

And then

Pupil constriction.

Not only was the intensity of the fight much higher than he expected, but more importantly, there was a very big deviation between the truth of the matter and his judgment.

- There is no such thing as a betrayer.

enemy

It's the sword wielder.

Not a sword-bearer who had been baptized and implanted with stigmata, but ...... Literally a sword-wielder.

The man with the sword.

Or rather, the one who has been infested by the sword.

- In their hands, the weapon that was once trusted by them rebelled against its master at this moment.

The dark purple tentacles spread out from the core of a blood-colored pupil that suddenly opened at the hilt of the sword, and through the hand holding the sword, it was rooted in the arm of the sword-wielder, pulsating with the heart, greedily sucking blood from their former master, the current puppet, and strengthening themselves.

The sword-wielder himself, while wielding the long sword, turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body, which was originally quite strong, was like a deflated ball, and after each swing of the sword, it ushered in a round of visible shriveling and contraction, and finally turned into some kind of monster similar to a "ghoul", completely devoid of self-will, just a puppet still alive, just a walking corpse.

But even so, they are not afraid of injuries and death, and their combat power should not be underestimated.

At least

Even ordinary sword-wielders are difficult to parry.

Compared to humans-

On the contrary, they are closer to demons, to be exact, the old family members who are above ordinary demons and can really compete with the sword-wielders and the glorious.

It's just that...... This wound is a little too inconsistent.

The Glory One couldn't help frowning.

Although the weapons used by the controlled Holy Cult and the sword-wielders were different, if you looked closely, no matter what weapon they were originally using, after being parasitized, they all became completely different from normal weapons, and it was completely impossible to imitate the wounds caused by the Greatsword of Discipline.

There is no need to imitate it.

so

One answer is obvious.

These parasites are just props to be used, and there is a black hand behind the scenes that controls all this.

Who will it be?

Or rather, who will it be?

Driven by a strong sense of unease, he struck the crowd into the midst of the monsters.

There are no wolves into the flock.

Even now, he controlled his power very well, not using more power than the identity of "Judas", so that he would not appear so conspicuous in battle.

But even so.

His arrival also contributed to the advancement of the front.

And as the battle line continues to advance, the number of monsters parasitic on the sword-wielding and Holy Cult soldiers continues to decrease, and Amy Ulysses, who is mixed in the crowd, also discovers more truths.

- All members of the chants are afraid that they will be more than lucky.

It was the members of the Song Troupe whose faces were wrapped in hoods and had some unknown object inside, and they, or they, or they, were dead, one of the untold corpses on the ground.

And there was no large-scale resistance.

Not even the most basic confusion and escape.

Die quietly, like a puppet with a string, and never resist the fate of this fucking thing.

But these are still within the acceptable range of the glorious, and the true truth has always been cruel and ruthless, and loves to play tricks on the world.

When the monsters that perched on the sword were swept away, and when the final line of defense was breached, Amy Ulysses finally met the betrayer who had completely destroyed the Song Band.

"He" was now holding Cassieu Wald's throat with one hand and lifting him high in the air, the greatsword of discipline in his hand piercing his chest mercilessly.

"Poof!"

With the splash of blood, "he" turned around without hurrying, and his eyes immediately locked on the Glory One hiding in the crowd.

"Long time no see," he said, uttering the pseudonym Amy was using now, "Judas." ”

"If I find out that I will say goodbye to you in this way," the man who looked at the familiar young glory paused for a moment, and his complicated mood was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and he didn't know what to say for a while, "Then I'd rather -"

"Never again. ”