And the current situation looks a hundred times worse than the last time.

"Teacher, these people ......" Darren lowered his voice and looked around a little nervously, "these people actually have some blasphemy on their bodies, everyone is, without exception, even the child in the woman's arms ......" The young paladin had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Yes, you feel right. Hall said in a deep voice, "It seems that the evil creature hidden in this village is probably a devil!"

"Devil?" Darren had only learned about this monster in hell in the Codex and legends before, and had never seen it with his own eyes.

"Only the devil can taint so many human beings with blasphemy. The older paladin's tone was very firm, "Don't panic, let's keep going inside, find and destroy the devil first." ”

Besides, what to say? Darren didn't know. But did he know that destroying the devil would certainly not be the end of the whole thing? He followed his teacher slowly through the village, using the Paladin's professional talent to trace the source of his aura.

The villagers along the way stopped what they were doing and stopped in place, staring at them intently. Darren could see the obvious rejection in the eyes of these people, and there were other inscrutable emotions that were faintly mixed in.

The two paladins finally stopped near a nondescript sandy building, and Darren drew his weapons and stared cautiously at the building's door.

"Teacher, the source of the breath should be inside this house!" he said a little nervously.

The older paladin nodded, walked over to the door of the building, and reached out and knocked on it. Heavy metal gloves slammed against the poplar door with a dull sound, "Anyone?"

After a few heartbeats, the door was opened, and the blasphemy became more and more apparent. Darren raised the long sword in his hand, waiting for the blurred figure that slowly squirmed out of the darkness in front of him.

The figure kept approaching, and finally appeared in the sunlight. It was an old man who looked to be over 100 years old with his body on his back. Dressed in a light-colored linen robe, he first scrutinized the two paladins with slightly cloudy eyes, and then asked, "What's the matter?"

It was a human, Darren could tell. The paladin may not be able to see through the strange illusions created by the mages, but he can still see through the deceptive spell-like abilities of evil creatures at a glance.

"We are paladins who have stumbled upon traces of evil creatures in this village. The trail eventually points to your house, can you allow you to go inside and check it out?" Hale politely asked, "This evil creature is extremely dangerous, and it may endanger your life and the lives of the other villagers. ”

The old man's face was covered with many grayish-brown marks, which were evidence of the gradual aging of the body. He tilted his head and stared at the two paladins, his eyes revealing an emotion that Darren was somewhat familiar with.

The old man did not refuse, nor did he agree, but just stood silently in place. After a long time, the old man smiled bitterly, "You're too late. He said inexplicably.

"Why?" said Darren. The source of the breath is still in the room, why should this person say it too late?

"Because you are not needed here, paladins!" another voice came from the dark room. The voice was gentle and modest, but the content of the words was cold and piercing, "You have been eliminated, like many professions that once existed in the multiverse, and the fate that awaits you in the end is only to disappear!" the voice said, as it kept approaching, and Darren was sure that the guy was the source of the blasphemous.

"You're talking nonsense!" he retorted angrily, raising his sword in the air, ready to wait for the guy to come out and kill him directly. Darren was very sure that he could take out the other party, and after nearly ten years of hard training, his current martial arts skills were even higher than his own teacher, but he was not very proficient in the use of divine power.

"Nonsense, hmph, isn't it nonsense, haven't the facts been proven?" the owner of the voice finally revealed. It was a humanoid creature dressed in a rich purple gown, with small horns like lambs on his head, and shiny oily hair, neatly combed towards the back of his head, looking elegant and charming.

A sinister Reaper, Darren has learned from the Codex what all evil creatures look like. This kind of devil is not very strong in combat, but he is very good at disguise, and likes to wander among nobles in the form of a human to lure souls to take the bait.

The Reaper clings to the shadows behind the old man, keeping a distance from them.

The devil's expression was fearless, "Young Holy Warrior, didn't your teacher tell you, in fact, the reason why you were eliminated by history is not because of the exclusion of mages, nor because of the disappearance of gods, but because of the majority of ordinary people!" The corner of the devil's mouth flashed with an evil smile, "Your unscrupulous judgment and habitual ability to detect at your disposal have made people more and more unbearable. If even the common people can no longer tolerate you, then what is the value of the righteousness that you insist on in your hearts?

Darren wanted to retort, but he didn't know what to say. According to the Codex, the former Paladins were indeed on the 'path of judgment'. They bind themselves and others with very high demands, reverently uphold justice and law, and do not hesitate to deal with any evil.

However, the remaining paladins in the Castle of Glory are very different from the previous ones. It is undeniable that the justice in this world does no longer need them to guard, and they do not have the ability to protect it now.

Reality and 'inheritance' have forced them to change from the 'road of judgment' to the 'road of redemption', can justice be compromised? His teacher never gave a clear answer to this kind of question, but just asked him to find it himself.

"The point is that humanity is not stray too far from the right path. He heard his teacher say in a deep voice, "Evil devil, no matter how much you try to play your tongue, you can't avoid the fate of going back to hell!"

yes, what am I talking to a devil?" Darren was secretly annoyed that these cunning creatures of purgatory were the best at using words to distort right and wrong, as evidenced by their habit of signing agreements and deeds.

"Shall I go back to the lair?" the Reaper chuckled, "I'm sorry, I may have disappointed you, I still have a mission to complete in this world, and I don't want to go back for the time being." And you, alas, even if you want to leave this village right now, I think there are many people who won't agree. ”

As soon as the devil's words fell, Darren felt that all the nearby villagers had gathered. The crowd gathered more and more, and almost everyone had weapons in their hands.

The adventurer ancestors of these villagers may not have left them any valuable treasures, but a weapon or two is still very possible. The villagers kept getting closer, but Darren realized that their target was not the devil, but him and his teacher.

"Why are you helping an evil devil?" Hale asked the old man in front of him calmly.

"It's simple, because I saved them. The devil replied in a loud voice behind the old man.

"You, a devil, can save people?" Darren snorted coldly, "Could it be that the devils have all changed their sexuality and become a good race?"

"Is it true that only kindness can save people? It's too narrow, no wonder you paladins will be eliminated!" the devil sneered, "Good and evil are only superficial surfaces, and only 'trade' and 'profit' are the noblest laws of the multiverse." It is when the mages know this that they will rise to become the most powerful force in the multiverse. ”

"Nonsense!" Darren took a step forward, ready to rush forward and kill the devil directly, but the old man spread his arms and stood in his way.

"Do you know what is most precious in the desert? is water!" the devil continued, "when several wells in the village have dried up one after another, when the river not far away has not arrived on time, when the entire village of nearly a thousand people is teetering on the brink of life and death, who can help them? ”

"No one can help them, except us devils!" said the Reaper's face beaming with smugness, "The man in front of you is actually not yet fifty years old, and he has summoned us through his lifespan using an outdated circle from an ancient book. It was our lord who saved the lives of these people by bringing sweet water back to the village well, and of course, any transaction comes at a price. This is something that no one can avoid. ”

"Is it worth it?" Hale looked at the old man who wasn't an old man.

"As long as you live, you are better than anything else. The old man coughed, "As for the afterlife, I don't care about it." ”

Hearing this, Darren's heart welled up with the words that the teacher once said, "People are sometimes very strong, but sometimes they are extremely fragile." ”

Yes, they are sometimes so fragile that they don't even give themselves a chance at redemption. Darren thought to himself as he looked at the approaching villagers.

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A scorching breeze blew, and the rough yellow sand caressed the wound on his cheek, bringing the slightest pain. Although the battle in front of him was not over, for some reason, Darren remembered what had happened in that village.

I ended up on this path that my teachers didn't want to see. As the devil said, people don't need salvation, they have their own destiny. And I also have my own unique mission.

Is my mission accomplished?" Darren looked at the shattered hammer in his hand, and couldn't help but lose his mind. He had heard that dying people would inevitably recall the past, and they didn't know whether it was true or not.

Rightly or wrongly, at least this is my choice!The pair of slightly dim wings of light behind Darren burst out with dazzling brilliance again. He raised his hammer and charged at his opponent.

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