Following Chet's advice, Sir Kyle was able to find a few soldiers who were in close contact with the oracle with great efficiency. www.biquge.info These soldiers were brainwashed by the oracles, and they preached the theological theories that the oracles copied from Jack (poor fellow) everywhere, claiming that this great civil war was a test of the gods for mortals, and that only the faithful could win, and that we should lay down our arms and pray to the gods before the Hill Empire in order to obtain true salvation Balabala.

After a little listening to the crooked reasoning of this voter, Sir Kyle was eager to take action for the cultists and slaughter the voter. Are you going to lay down your arms and become ghosts?When did the doctrine of the Red Cult become non-resistance? In Sir Kyle's mind, a true Red Cultist should fight, fight, fight to the death, and no matter how powerful the enemy, the Red Cultists should not be afraid. The sun god symbolizes courage and glory, not forgiveness and tolerance.

Ninety-nine percent of the Knights of the Sun share the same ideas as Sir Kyle, and these knights are more religious than anyone else's. Because of this, they do not expect the sun god to save them, and they never ask God for their blessing when they encounter difficulties and setbacks...... Their beliefs are unrequited and do not have the slightest utilitarian color.

For the knights of the Knights of the Scorching Sun, the belief in the sun god is due to the recognition of the spirit of the sun god from the depths of their souls and the teachings of the Red Sect, not because they were unfortunately robbed by robbers on the road one day, kneeling on the ground and shouting: The sun god save me!

Unbeknownst to Ser Kyle, Chet's every move, including his disdain for the Guy's soldiers, was watched by Chet......

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That night, Sir Kyle sat cross-legged in the shadows between the two tents, holding his breath.

The moonlight, the starlight, and the night breeze all avoided him as if consciously, and the bouncing crickets jumped on his feet, on his legs, and off his body as if he were a lifeless rock.

This is the meditation that Sir Kyle learned from his governess, a priest with a knife in the Inquisition. Through meditation, he was able to merge himself with nature and reach the state of unity between man and nature, and his teacher was able to stop breathing and heartbeat even in this state.

Even during the day, anyone who sees Sir Kyle will subconsciously ignore him, let alone at night.

He believed that the daring cultist would not notice him. Although the cultists have the ability to kill thirty members of the Guards in one night...... But who are they? Sir Kyle doesn't look down on them at all, just a bunch of unruly thugs.

The most important thing for a good hunter is patience. Sir Kyle sat motionless for hours, his breathing and heartbeat so suppressed that he couldn't even hear himself.

Until midnight, the full moon was in the sky.

Sir Kyle heard the sound of Suo's clothes coming from the tent beside him, and said to himself, "It's finally moving...... Hmph, don't blame me for being ruthless, you hypocrites who distort the doctrine are not sorry to die. ”

He planned to stay away from the cultists when he was following him, so as not to be detected by the cultists. In all fairness, he had a high opinion of this cultist...... It's just that I don't have a high opinion of myself.

In this way, the soldiers who were lured out could not escape death. Sir Kyle had to admit that he had the slightest intention of deliberately trapping the soldier.

A few seconds later, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a figure stepped out of it. Sir Kyle's position could not see the man's face, but he could tell a lot of information from his voice alone.

"Footsteps are vain...... Tried to suppress the sound of footsteps, but showed it without training......" Sir Kyle followed with his ears without moving, "I'm afraid I won't last a second when I encounter a cultist......"

As the footsteps faded away, Sir Kyle stood up, his iron armor but silent, as if he were wearing a night coat. Although he has received knight training since he was a child, he can understand a little bit of martial arts. Compared to the soldiers of the Guy Army, his stealth level is dozens of grades better.

The target's figure is long gone, and Sir Kyle uses tracing to identify the footprints left by the target in order to determine where the target has gone. By the faint light of the moon, the footprints were as clear to Sir Kyle's eyes as signposts.

"The footprints are very different......," Sir Kyle said mentally as he traced, "Apparently this man was quite excited about the oracle's summons...... I didn't know that I was heading to hell...... Such a fool will not be able to enter the kingdom of God after death. ”

Following the footprints, Ser Kyle made his way to the edge of the third squad's camp. There was a tent for storing weapons, larger than a normal tent, and the footprints went around the back of the weapons tent, and Ser Kyle followed.

Before he could turn the corner, he smelled the pungent smell of blood.

"Hmph...... I've got ......," Sir Kyle drew his knight's sword with a gentle movement, without making a sound. He knew that long-distance ships were often the most prone to accidents when they were about to reach the coast, and thought that the success of the horse would lead to a moment of laxity, and it would cost the lives of many masters.

He would not have made such a mistake, and now his steps were lighter and more silent than before, as if there was an invisible barrier around him, sucking up all sounds.

Turn the corner......

Sir Kyle saw the soldier he was tracking crawling in a pool of blood, and with his well-developed hearing, he knew that the thing was not breathing without having to crouch down to look at it.

But where are the cultists?

"Did you sense that I was coming after you and ran away?" "Sir Kyle didn't believe he would be exposed, he always thought he was better than the Cultist, "Damn the Cultist...... I'm going to catch you and tear your mask off......"

It was impossible for Sir Kyle to admit defeat, and according to the information he had gathered, the Cultists liked to dismember their victims. Even if there is a 1 in 10,000 chance that the cultist will find himself by luck, he must have just left, and the cultist must have stayed here to complete his evil ritual.

Just survey the surrounding ground to find out where the cultists are going...... With this in mind, Ser Kyle crouched beside the corpse and searched for footprints.

"No ......!"

Ser Kyle was surprised to find that there was no third man's footprints other than the dead soldiers and his own.

"Cultists can't fly, can they?"

The idea was so ridiculous that Sir Kyle couldn't help but laugh at himself, thinking that he must have missed something. He put away the knight's sword, intending to stand up and go a little farther away to look for clues, but he still didn't think the cultist had gone far.

At this moment when he was about to get up and didn't get up...... He made a mistake.

When the boat was about to sail to the dock, he did not let up. But when he reached his destination safely, and put his feet on the solid earth, he relaxed.

The corpse, lying in a pool of blood, suddenly moved, plunging a dagger into Ser Kyle's neck with incredible speed and force......