The leader here is a traitor to moderation. This is Angness's inference based on the map given by Sharon.

The map was interesting, made from the most common linen fabric in the Southern Continent, but with a sense of time that far exceeded that of linen fabrics. It is detailed with many locations in the Star Plateau and the Paz Valley, which is a bit too detailed for such a turbulent era.

There are no overly elaborate markings, but you can tell that some of the spots are newly added, and some are so old that the ink is blurred.

The village was recorded on a map, not too long, but there were no more markings around it, which was enough for Agnes to get some information.

Either the surroundings are too dangerous for further exploration; Either the temperance faction has been cut off from the village, then the only reason for this is that the people of the village have been completely destroyed or have rebelled and are no longer associated with the temperance faction.

Judging from the fact that the village still exists and there are no other special circumstances, it is very likely that this is the last case.

Then it is necessary to meet the leader here, no matter what has happened, the leader must not be bypassed.

The result did not surprise Angness, and of course for the villagers of this village, such a fact was undoubtedly fortunate compared to other conjectures.

Agnes looked at the children frolicking in the village, covered in mud and even unclothed, alive and smiling as if all the pain caused by the war had never existed.

"Are you a guest from outside?" Agnes' thoughts were interrupted by a childish voice, and she looked down to see a slightly familiar childish face.

It was the boy who was being ridiculed, and Agnes crouched down and looked into the child's eyes, which contained pure curiosity.

The child took a step back a little uncomfortably and spoke again:

"You don't look like you can kill a lot of people?"

"Why do you ask?" Agnes sighed and sat down directly on the ground and asked.

"Because my mother said that anyone who can go out can kill." The child said.

"Because I don't just kill," said Agnes, smiling slightly, "I can sing, I'm a bard." ”

"Can you go out if you're a bard?" The child asked with innocent curiosity.

"No, you have to be able to kill." Agnes whispered with pity in her tone.

"You're not talking nonsense!" The child shouted angrily, then turned and ran away.

Agnes sat still, looking at the tiny rains that were gradually appearing in the sky, which had just happened to wet the land, and the whispers in her ears never stopped.

For the first time, she plucked the almost decorative lyre in her hand.

"Who gave us life,

"Who will produce us,

"Who gave it to our children,

"Let them grow again?"

The people of the village looked at Angness, but they were wary that no one dared to come forward.

"Are we really alive on earth?

"I will not live forever; Just a short stay.

Agnes closed her eyes slightly, and just sang softly in a frank voice.

"Even the feathers of the feathered serpent were torn apart.

"I will not live forever; Just a short stay. ”

Agnes stood up with Shiqin in her hand, turned and walked out of the village.

Although it is difficult for the leader here to reach people who are too high-level indulgents, it is always a reasonable way to reach and does not show too many anomalies.

The Indulgence Sect has made a lot of moves, and even chooses to do things in Byam, who has a lot of control over the Church of the Lord of the Storm, and there must be a reason why they need to do so.

Agnes felt that she should know something, and although she had not been able to find the memories that should have existed in her mind for the time being, the information she had at her disposal was enough for her to deduce some clues.

They performed a ritual in Byam, and even the "Son of God" was involved.

There is no doubt about what they want to gain through that ceremony, the only question is who the subject is and what exactly they want to gain.

The ragged corpse moved a little stiffly and lifted the weeds and dead leaves that covered its body, and its whole body was almost covered in mud, and the road through the rainforest was not so easy to walk.

"Karpas," Agnes commanded the living corpse to straighten out his ragged clothes little by little, making him look a little more like a person, "Since you can't suppress the fear that comes from the depths of your mind, then transform this fear into an equal degree of killing intent, which is what this desire should have." ”

A faint gray-black color spilled from Angnes's body, with strange vibrations of frequency.

Agnes stared at the trembling corpse in front of her, the gray-black veil almost obscuring her vision, and she saw countless black threads sprout from the branches and leaves of the illusory spirits, rushing towards her, dissolving into the gray-black mist that seemed to escape into the air.

Wisps of black lines also appeared on the body of the already ragged living corpse, like cracks in pottery, which looked a little hideous and shriveled.

The scarlet eyes were full of inhuman malice, but they completely disappeared in the gaze cast by Agnes, transforming into a suppressed fear.

This desire has lost the soil in which it has taken root, and has been replanted in the dry remains. Now it had drunk what was left of it, waiting for the parched body to shatter completely. ”

"Until then, all who feel its longing will never forget."

Agnes raised her hand and lightly touched the body of the living corpse with black lines, the battered newspaper touch made her frown slightly, and then quickly unfolded.

"A few more days, that's enough."

She closed her eyes slightly, the whispering sound in her ears was almost roaring, the non-existent black silk thread trembled slightly, and her thoughts were cast to the dots entwined by the black mist.

She followed her instincts and focused her attention on the nearest one, kicking up an almost raging gray-black mist.

It was a muscular man with bronzed skin and knotted muscles. His exposed skin was thick with hair, as if it was beyond human possession, and his scarlet eyes with malice had long since completely lost human emotion, leaving only utter cold cruelty.

Quiet fluctuations came from where they didn't exist, and they were reflected in the man's heart.

The man's footsteps stopped unconsciously, and he turned around in the trembling gaze of the person behind him.

"There's a party tomorrow."

The man said subconsciously.