Looking from the wet meadows to the south towards the woods, all you could see was a large black mist, like a dark cloud falling from the sky.

Stomping, muddy earth stained the armor boots.

He hung his head, his expression stunned.

With the white-robed warriors answering, the blonde youth quickly returned to the group, but everyone knew that the result this time was very bad.

It's getting dark, camp.

Several white-robed people sat on one side, on the other side were the blonde youth, Archbishop Tár, and in the middle, the middle-aged man shook his hands and spoke in a dissatisfied tone.

"That's not what you told me before."

"As I said, a loss is not an accident, everything is still under control."

"Good, good."

The middle-aged man was hidden but gloomy, and put on a sneering face, "If I leave with the soldiers now, it is also expected by you?" ”

"Failure and avoidance are two different things."

"Oh, I see, I see."

Tal's indifferent attitude made the middle-aged man a little angry, but he groaned for a moment and quickly regained his composure.

"I believe you one more time, Archbishop Tár. Next time, it's up to you to prove that you can control it all so that my soldiers can continue to support you. ”

"The warriors of Gastas, though heroic, are not stupid."

The middle-aged man dropped two sentences, stomped heavy steps, suddenly lifted the curtain, and went out.

There was a chill outside, and soon the tent was warm again.

"Ugh."

Archbishop Tal, who had been expressionless before, let out a slight sigh.

"Your Excellency?" "Your Excellency?"

Except for the blond-haired youth, the white-robed people here all showed surprise and anxiety.

They few, no, probably never seen Tal sigh like this.

"Sir, that's not what the world should have."

The blonde youth, who had been silent, looked sad, like an unarmed civilian surrounded by robbers, "I can't describe the horror, it surrounds me deeply, and in the darkness, faith, hope, and will, all disappear." ”

Yes, when he was watched by the Lv28 Dark Gold Banisher, he felt exactly the gap between the two sides, the prey and the hunter.

However...

"I can't understand, kid."

Tal walked over to the candle and removed a bit of the fire, the faint flame flickering on the tip of his index finger.

Inexplicably, the blonde youth felt his hairs stand on end.

"Going through the baptism of the night and obtaining the silver sword proves that you are strong-willed and pure in faith."

"You're outstanding, very good."

The blond youth's gaze followed the flames, and finally the sparks spilled and dissipated to the ground.

"But in the end, you don't get hold of it, you know, once darkness arises, you can't stop it."

“...”

The blonde youth was silent for a moment, then shook his head, his blue eyes looking at Tár, "No one can, sir... They didn't care about that, so I survived. ”

The most palpable disappointment passed through Tar's eyes, which the blonde youth could see, but all he could say was that.

"It looks like your soul has been taken away too."

As soon as the words fell, several white-robed men tried to carry the blond young man outside the tent, but the latter broke free with a slight force.

He still has something to say.

"You know, I sought power, came to Gastas, and joined the Divine Doctrine."

The blonde youth's voice was clear, "You understand what I mean. ”

Under the frightened and wary gaze of the white-robed man on the side, he pulled out the golden-tipped greatsword behind him, and then plunged it into the ground.

Many white-robed people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Like you said, the Silver Sword has a more suitable owner for it."

The blonde young man looked relieved, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and turned to leave.

As soon as he took a step, he sensed that something was wrong.

The finger reaching for the curtain seemed to touch a wall.

Teng Teng.

The whistling sound of the light bomb sounded in an instant, hitting the light film on the surface of the tent cloth, splashing dazzling points of light and flames.

When was the barrier laid here?

Falling to the ground in embarrassment, the blonde youth clutched the bloody hole in his arm and stared at Tal with wide eyes.

The tent was cramped, he had nowhere to hide, and his heartbeat was very clear against the cold light film.

Tar's face was expressionless, and he walked in front of the golden-pointed greatsword, and the white-robed man on the side hurriedly pulled it out with a joint force, carefully protecting it from being snatched away by the blond youth.

"You're crazy, Tár."

The blonde youth's eyes froze, and his tone revealed anger, "Do you know the consequences of doing this?" ”

"What's the benefit of you doing this, I don't understand?!"

Tal was silent and smiled.

For a moment, the blonde youth was stunned.

Fragments of many events flickered through his mind, strung together at this moment.

The capital, Gastas, has seen occasional incidents of monsters hurting people, especially in recent years.

There were suspicions of divine doctrine and evil collusion, but soon there was silence.

As a white-clothed archbishop, Tal rarely attends doctrinal events, hiding in the tall tower, and relying only on the Lane Eagle to communicate with the outside world.

After the Red Doctrine accident, with Tal as the core, an elite conquest army quickly took shape and came to the Black Wasteland non-stop.

But he was faced with such a terrible enemy.

And just now, Tal deliberately provoked the middle-aged man and showed his murderous intent.

Maybe it's because he's some secret insider, or maybe it's some deeper reason he doesn't know.

However, one thing is for sure.

This campaign is a trap, a very big trap, maybe the middle-aged man who got out of the tent will have a similar fate to him.

"You, the demon who betrayed the faith, will surely be punished and reduced to ashes."

The blood loss made his hands and feet feel cold, "Fall will not end well..."

The smile faded away, and Tal regained his composure.

"Evil?"

Tal spoke, "If the evil in your eyes is ashes, the devil cannot be a scourge. ”

"You wouldn't be so pathetic."

This is a very simple truth.

For the blonde youth, the opposite of the Divine Doctrine is evil.

In Tár's view, evil is more like a punishment for the miserable loser, in order to better flatter the figure of the winner.

There's not much more to say.

"What are you going to do, to push the Divine Doctrine into the abyss by the hands of those terrible monsters, or are you in the company of those monsters..."

The blonde youth lay on the ground, squeezing sound out between his teeth.

Then, with a compassionate expression, Tal twinkled his white index finger lightly on the center of the blonde youth's forehead.

"Do you feel it?"

The blonde youth lifted his eyelids, and his blue eyes fixed on Tár's face, as if to engrave his appearance in his mind.

"This is the boundary between life and death, remember this moment, child."

Boom.

The splattered blood sprayed all over the light film, mixed with cloudy mucus, and the blond young man's body trembled and fell to the ground.

A foul smell spreads.

Without Tar's instructions, the white-robed man next to him consciously disposed of the corpse.