"Mr. Chester, though he never said it, knew that what he had buried in his heart was that all of us could live......" The overly emaciated young man casually twisted the neck of the walking corpse in his hand, giving the spirit that had been forcibly left behind the rest of it to have the rest that it deserved.

Agnes also grabbed the neck of the walking corpse rushing towards her, with a slight force.

"But it is our responsibility to do the things of the Indulgers, and there is always no way to avoid the death of some, though Mr. Chester has always done everything in his power to protect us......" Vincent retracted his gaze at Agnes, and said in a voice that Agnes could hear, "...... He is one of the few people in the school who has succeeded in letting his students go. ”

Agnes cleaned up the walking corpses one by one, not responding to Vincent's words.

She was well aware of who Mr. Chester's successful departure was referring to.

The Rose School's tight control over its members relied on a covenant of oath that penetrated deep into the soul. And Mr. Conte was able to leave the Rose School, either because he was still at the stage where he had not made an oath contract, or Mr. Conte, or more likely Mr. Chester, who had paid some price that she was still difficult to know about to release Mr. Conte's oath contract, and the price to pay to break the oath contract related to the gods must not be small.

Agnes gathered her thoughts, her attention focused on the living who had mingled with the walking corpses, their eyes cold and unhesitating, these people had grown inches of black hair in the battle, their fangs and sharp claws glistening like metal in the light of Byam's gradual westward inclination.

It was indeed different from her own waiters, Agnes couldn't help but sigh slightly, and asked instead, "Do these 'waiters' have to be killed?" ”

"They're no different from the dead bodies." Vincent was silent for a moment, then said to Agnes.

"Okay." Agnes replied in a calm voice.

Her eyes looked at the besieged "living corpse" not far away, and her eyes fluctuated slightly.

......

The burly man frowned and swung out a series of wind blades to attack the pale man in front of him with deep eye sockets and a pale face, with some doubts in his mind.

These people are basically Sunia's sea bounty list, and they are extremely cruel pirates.

But even a great pirate would rarely dare to forcibly confront a punisher on the Blue Mountains Island, where Lord Courtman is in charge.

For pirates, there is an essential difference between being at sea and being on land, and pirate ships are an extremely important strength for them. In most cases, when pursued by the Church and the colonial garrison, they would rather cause chaos and flee.

And now, the burly man looked at the altar in the cave, the lightning strike from the battle between Lord Chogori and the enemy shattered the reef above the cave, and the altar, which was obviously a bloody ritual, was not buried by the broken rocks under the protection of the pirates, but was inevitably exposed to the westerly sun, allowing the substitutes to see the altar in a real way.

The burly man was convinced, almost instantly, that the picture he had received did not exaggerate the evil of this bloody sacrificial ritual, and even downplayed it because it was only a picture. In comparison, the so-called bloody sacrificial rituals to which the believers of the "sea god" are accustomed can only be said to be primitive rather than evil.

Even out of their responsibility as a substitute, they must prevent the ritual from succeeding, even though it is clear that the beings who sent the pictures had hoped for that.

The waves came from a distance towards the altar under the control of the burly man, and the burly man's face turned faintly pale. The young man behind him spread his arms, and the divine light sprinkled down, leaving a burning scar on the pale man who rushed towards the burly man, and several bullets with pale golden brilliance were sent out from the various substitutes, striking at the pale man's body in all directions.

The snow-white frost spreads rapidly in the direction of the waves, the crests of the waves quickly solidify, the mixed gravel remains in the sunlight, shimmering in a sparkling color, and the smooth slopes of the turbid waters behind add to the height of the peaks.

The pale-faced man turned sideways, dodging most of the bullets with a pale golden glow, while trying to shrink his body and keep his arms in front of him. Several bullets hit the pale man's arm, and black-green gas spread out from the wound with burn marks, and the surrounding dark skin quickly faded to pale, slowly squirming, and the bloodshot eyes almost changed to bright red, showing a cold malice that seemed to be almost crazy.

A slightly transparent figure in mid-air noticed the anomaly below, and a scream with an angry human could hardly hear spread, echoing between the reefs, and everyone below seemed to feel their heads hit hard, their vision seemed to be blurred by blood, and the bloody breath between their breaths was carried into their lungs, and their ears were filled with buzzing sounds.

And the slightly transparent figure in mid-air disappeared in an instant, a faint cold aura spread, the frost around the altar quietly thickened a little, a somewhat old palm grabbed the mummy on the altar, and the wrinkled figure appeared next to the altar, and then became illusory and transparent with the mummy, and the indescribable bright colors flowed around the appearing figure, and then the two figures quickly approached invisible.

Lord Chogory snorted angrily, his hair unfolded against the laws of nature, and his roots were distinct and entwined with electric light. A bow and arrow flashing with thunder appeared in his hand, and the dark clouds in mid-air cascaded and turned gray. Silvery-white lightning from Lord Chogori's hair intertwined with the bow and arrows, and headed towards the corpse on the altar at a speed almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Thick lightning fell from the dark clouds, superimposed on the bow and arrows, and the complete silver white seemed to come from the wrath of the gods, and descended on the altar.

There was a deafening rumbling sound, and the dust from the crumbling reef mixed with silvery white ice chips, and a little dark brown dust mixed in with it was almost inconspicuous.

Wisps of lightning spread quickly, and the bodies of the dark creatures that scattered in all directions instantly stiffened slightly, and then fell to the ground in several wind blades that flew towards them.

"Bring them back and hang them while tracking down this man." A voice with a hint of anger sounded, and the somewhat pale face of Lord Chogori was a little gloomy, and the waves were rolling, and the dark clouds in the sky were faintly gloomy.