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Ye Guyun turned his head and looked at the source of the sound.

A member of the clergy.

He wears a crown, a white robe, chain mail, a flail with a faint glow around his waist, and a shield on his back. Whether it is a crown, a white robe or chain mail, they are all exquisite and beautiful, and the style is uniform, it can be seen that it is a complete set of equipment, he can use it, and I think this person should have a considerable status.

The appearance is ordinary, a standard middle-aged brown-haired white man's appearance, neither good-looking nor ugly, but his eyes are resolute and his temperament is flying, which is always impressive.

He should be a priest, not the kind of otaku who hides in the temple all day long, chanting and praying, but the kind of person who has both knowledge and courage, and is willing to travel around the continent for the sake of the concept and mission he deserves, and carries out various tasks such as exploration, preaching, rescue, and eradication of demons. In fact, this category is one of the most popular group of adventurers, who are trusted by their peers.

Generally speaking, priests are proficient in medical skills, know some basic martial arts, and have hand-to-hand combat abilities, but the main power is reflected in a series of divine spells that can be cast in different forms and effects. In a sense, these people are the real backbone of their respective churches.

A holy emblem hung from the priest's neck. The emblem is elaborate, with a blue shield as the base, and a balanced balance standing on a warhammer in the center. Frank introduced that this is the emblem of Tyr, the god of justice, in other words, he is a priest who serves the god of justice.

And the sect of the God of Justice, mentioned earlier, is the largest sect within the Republic of Gretes.

The priest stared at Ye Guyun, his brows furrowed tightly, and his face was uncertain, I don't know if it was because he didn't like the ruthless style of the strange man in black, or because he didn't like the bloody slaughter scene in front of him, or both.

"Enough!" cried the priest angrily, his face deep and serious, his voice cold and hard as iron, his posture righteous and awe-inspiring, he was like the embodiment of all justice in the world, "enough death......!

Puff~

But it was Ye Guyun who turned his head expressionlessly and pressed his wrist down. Thus, the tip of the sword pierced the throat of the female assassin, crisply, neatly, without additional pain, but in any case, another life was taken.

He didn't wait for the pastor to finish speaking.

"You~!!"

The priest's eyes were fiery and his breath was heathereous, clearly enraged by the other's actions—believing that anyone in the same situation would, but the strange man in black still ignored his intentions, and instead glanced back and forth at the ground around him as if nothing had happened.

Soon, the strange man in black found what he was looking for, a dagger lying on the ground. There are many more of the same things around, no doubt left over from a few poor worms who have just died, and the stranger in black chose the one that is the closest. He walked over, swung his arm, drew his sword, picked up the dagger, found the right angle, swung his arm again, and another sword, as he pleased, and to put it mildly, let the long sword slam precisely into the front third of the dagger's blade.

Ding~, the dagger was broken in response to the sound, and it was divided into two, one was the residual dagger, and the other was the tip of the blade. The untamed dagger fell to the ground, and the tip of the blade appeared in the hand of the black-clad monster.

No one knew what the guy was going to do, until he threw the tip of the blade in the same way he had thrown the fruit......

--- This is a partition --

A shady corner.

It's a high position, but it's not too far away, so you can hear the live sound in the middle of the avenue from a wide viewing angle. In comparison, it was a much better position than the five trackers who had been spotted earlier.

A man whispered, holding a red hexagonal pillar in his hand.

"Class: Quite a special kind of agile swordsman, unable to see through the specific genre ......."

"Speed, super-first-class, swordsmanship, super-first-class, strength, unknown, preliminary evaluation is no less than the top (human) ......"

"Perception ...... Superb?"

The man frowned, but he didn't find himself after all......

"Correction, first-class ......"

"Character: cold, ruthless, arrogant, ferocious, crazy, irrational, seems to have a bad opinion of the church, provocative means are used, when it has a miraculous effect, it is recommended to implement ......"

Suddenly, the man heard a strange noise.

Airplanes~

Following the prestige, I only saw a misty light. The next moment, a sharp pain swelled up, and it seemed as if something had shot into his chest......

Before losing consciousness, the man managed to activate the crystal pillar in his hand, and after it fell, the hexagonal crystal pillar also turned into a pile of loose red dust, and when the breeze blew, there was no trace.

――――Or Division――――

Ye Guyun knew from the beginning that there were six stalkers in total, no, he just bought this number of fruits used to force the appearance - of course it was calculated, not blind. Originally, he was going to prepare one person for one and it was just right and not wasted, but when it came to the end, he suddenly changed his mind.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to catch them all.

If the super insight that saw through them all made the six stalkers jealous, and then they made reasonable associations, considered it repeatedly, and finally decided to flee regardless of it, Ye Guyun really couldn't eliminate them all.

After all, no matter how fast you are, you can't all intercept a team that is fleeing in six directions.

Therefore, Ye Guyun deliberately ignored one, pretending not to notice it, and let it continue to hide in the dark. In this way, this group of people can have an illusion: although this guy is smart, he is not so clever that he can't handle it. Under the hint of illusion, they would have the highest chance of not refusing Ye Guyun's head-on battle. However, once they enter the battle, they realize that they can no longer survive at the hands of some murderous fellow who is doing everything in his might.

This is just a small calculation on a whim of Ye Guyun, I don't know if it has any effect, whether it is redundant, but he doesn't care, he wants to do it, so he does it.

――――Still divided――――

Getting the answer he wanted, Ye Guyun silently withdrew his gaze from a distance. Looking at his expressionless face, I don't know whether he is satisfied or dissatisfied, thinking that this expression will become a long-term nightmare in the hearts of many people. As soon as he turned around, he glanced back and forth on the ground, and this time, he was interested in the corpse of the first man in the burqa to fall.

He walked towards the place where the corpse had fallen, the sword in his hand still dancing unconsciously.

The priest thought that he was still not satisfied after killing all the enemies, and was ready to desecrate the corpse to vent his personal anger, so he hurriedly chased after him, grabbed Ye Guyun's left shoulder, and said angrily: "You can't do this!"

Ye Guyun's footsteps did stop, and he glanced back, still with that indifferent expression. Still, for a moment, the pastor thought his words were working. Unfortunately, this is not the case. The next moment, I felt that the other party's shoulders shook, and it was not a huge force, and his hand was simply shaken away.

A completely incomprehensible sentence floated slowly, like that expression, from which I could not feel any special ups and downs, and in the midst of confusion, the voice completely fell, and its meaning clearly came to mind: "I don't need anyone to guide my behavior." ”

"Translator? Huh, who is that?"

Ye Guyun walked next to the corpse of the man in the burqa, and he swung his sword again, but the target was not the corpse itself, but the wide burqa it was wrapped in.

Hmmm~mph~

The burqa was torn and the things it covered were immediately invisible, including bottles of strong acid, fiery glue, locust stones, materials for setting traps, and even unused spell scrolls curled in scrolls, which were hooked in various forms to the sash of the burqed man. There is no doubt that these objects are "knick-knacks" that the burqa-man has carefully prepared for his enemies, but before they can be used, their owners lose the opportunity to use them forever.

Is this counting seizures?

Ye Guyun didn't take a second look at these objects, he only took the part of the robe that was cut off. A piece of rotten cloth, change the position, and it becomes a cloth. Ye Guyun took the cloth and wiped it carefully on the long sword he was holding as if no one was around.

A reasonable and surprising move.

It's a broken hand again, it's a broken head again, it's fierce, as an ordinary long sword that can't cut gold and jade, and it has a lot of pressure. If its owner is a sword-savvy person, even if it can't be maintained immediately, it should be wiped clean of the layer of blood soaked in its body in time. It just so happened that Ye Guyun was such a person, so his actions were absolutely reasonable.

It's just that it doesn't make sense......

This is not the right time.

There was a huge battle, creating killings, spreading panic, and their actions were almost inseparable from those of terrorists, and as a person concerned, even if they couldn't come up with a proper plan to deal with the aftermath, how could they still show something? For example, give a reasonable reason, so that the people could settle down and not lose control of chaos due to fear? Normal people may think so, but Ye Guyun didn't. He just stood there, silently polishing his sword, silently ...... Well, pretend.

What a surprise!

The priest was so angry that he was confused, and for a while, he didn't know whether to be glad that Ye Guyun didn't desecrate the corpse after all, or whether he should loudly reprimand him for his indifference, arrogance and irresponsibility. Whether he is a faithful believer in the God of Justice, or a very high-ranking kind, with good cultivation and firm beliefs, the priest soon suppressed most of his personal emotions and tried to get things done.

"But everyone needs to be held accountable for their actions!"

Ye Guyun raised his hand, so that the cloth in his hand turned back into a piece of rotten cloth, he put the long sword back into the sheath, slightly sorted out his dress, and then responded lightly: "Yes! They are a good example." ”

They were referring to the five unfortunate unfortunate men who had been sent on a mission lying in a pool of blood on the ground nearby, oh, not to forget, and the one lying in the other corner.

The pastor felt that his anger was about to rise again, and the other party's extremely flat expression, which sometimes really stirred the liver, raised his tone and said, "Then when will you take responsibility for your actions?"

Ye Guyun tugged at the corners of his mouth and replied casually: "Wait until someone or something that can make me responsible for my actions appear." ”

What arrogance!

The priest was furious, and in a roaring way, he sprayed wildly at Ye Guyun: "Ha? What kind of theory is this?!Isn't it caused by you? Isn't it you who caused the killing? Isn't this bloody scene because of you? Aren't the weeping people affected by your actions? Don't you feel that you need to be responsible for them? Can indifference be equal to being worthy of your heart?!!

"Mr. Tours," a voice suddenly interjected, calling out the priest's name, but it was Roche. Just now when he saw someone walking towards Ye Guyun, he also hurriedly moved to this side, not because he was afraid that Ye Guyun would suffer, but to prevent a conflict that was very likely to be caused by the two parties -- as for dealing with each other, he really didn't have confidence in Ye Guyun, and he usually did it, but at present, the latter was in an unstable state that no one could understand! If it really caused a few collisions, then it was really a "big battle"! No one wanted to see a big battle! So, even though he was still uncomfortable with the scene in the middle of the avenue, he walked over resolutely.

Eve and Frank didn't come over, the former still didn't dare to put down his hands that cut off his vision, while the latter took on the task of guarding - the current scene is indeed a bit chaotic, it can be seen that the terror created by Ye Guyun is really a large-scale indiscriminate attack.

"And Mr. Norman, Mr. Pickett. The next two sentences were Roche's greetings to the principals of the other two temples who had recently walked over, and he managed to squeeze out a smile, although a little stylized, but it was enough, "Good evening, everyone." ”

Tours, Norman and Pickett, naturally, recognized the eldest son of the Grand Duke, whether it was because of their identity or attitude, since the other party had already shown their intentions, they couldn't help but respond, so they all nodded, but their expressions were really serious, and in view of the current situation, they couldn't be harsh.

Ye Guyun ignored this, he looked at Tuer, seemed to think for a while, and then, on the previous topic, made a serious answer: "Since those people chose to stay and watch the battle, they should take the risk of being frightened, everyone needs to be responsible for their own actions, from this point of view, they are to blame." Maybe it's a bit of a sophistry, but you can't get around it. And ......"

Ye Guyun smiled, very light, very light, his X actually revealed a kind of casual elegance, his eyes did not change, as usual, melancholy, profound, but like a layer of frosted glass, people can't see the truth inside. Everything was familiar, but it couldn't help but make Lotch feel a bad possibility.

"I don't need a good name, I don't care if I'm a good person in the eyes of others, I don't accept certification. Indifferent, or callous, I don't care. I did what I did, and I did. ”

The atmosphere, which was already a bit cold and hard, took a sharp turn again.