Rufo leaned against his favorite large rock, his eyes slightly closed and adjusted his thoughts. For an old man who has passed his old age, exuberant energy is a luxury that he no longer has. Perhaps it was because there was so much noise around him, so his wish for a nap didn't come true in the end. So, he opened his dark gray eyes.

The Blasphemer Tower in the Broken Temple caught Rufo's eye just as he had when he looked at the Lord's Fort on a hilltop in the distance from the town of the old town of Nagakokusha. His father would always tell him that the castle was too far away. And I always add that it's a good thing to be far away. As a member of the House of Thieves, he knew well what his father's words meant.

"But so what?" said Rufo softly. Before he became an adult, his father, who was his mentor, was caught by the sheriff and hanged in the town square when he stepped on a point. Rufo, on the other hand, was wanted and had to do his best to shake off the eagle dog behind him and run to the top of the mountain to avoid being pursued. There, he met his fate.

Young Ruover was captured by the blue-skinned Ecwarts, but just as he was about to be made into a winter cured meat, the great Leiz Aveor showed him rare mercy. Rufo has earned the envy of all Ecwarts, becoming a deity with double blessings: a cunning ferocious rat and an agile giant bat.

Since then, he has been working for Leiz Avor as a human, and more than sixty winters have passed. His body was covered in indigo tattoos, which made him more agile and powerful. He led the Ekwat down the mountain, taking over the towns of the former Longhorn Society, and even the castle he admired as a child became his private residence.

He had everything he had come from the charity of Lyz's love, and he had to repay the gifts of the gods with everything he had. So after receiving news from a certain Astral merchant who had cooperated with him and sold the shady things he had acquired in his own plane to other planes, that an organization called the Divine Non-Divine Society had desecrated the great Lez Aivor, he packed his bags and went to the city that others called "The Gate", despite his already stiff joints.

Ruvo scratched his sideburns, he remembered the advice of the Astral Merchant, "In Seal City, no matter what you want to do, the most important thing is to have your own 'way'. Out of trust in his acquaintances, he led a whole group of Ekwat monks to start looking for a way on his first day in Seal City. This old but still powerful warrior monk originally had a similar idea to Quest, wanting to build up his own power and create a way of his own.

But because he doesn't have the strength of the young blue dragon, he has been running into walls everywhere: he definitely can't afford to mess with those large associations, and behind the small and medium-sized professional guilds, there are often legendary-level professionals in charge. What made him even more unsettling was that since he came to Seal City, the connection between him and the gods seemed to have a barrier. He couldn't go and ask the gods for wisdom when he was indecided, as he had done before. In desperation, he could only accept the olive branch handed to him by the skullcap rats.

Originally, according to the Creed of the Church of Leidse, rats and bats were "allies" to be relied upon—to be used for their own use, rather than to be taught by them—and it had always been believed that the rat-men, rats, or bats were at the mercy of Rufo, the head of the warrior monks, but in the city of the Seals, he and his warrior monks were clearly not as influential as the skull-rae. It's just that the situation is stronger than people, and in order to be able to overturn the broken temple, he has to agree to obey the command of the "group consciousness" of the skull-scrab group.

At the same time, he also discovered that it wasn't just people from his own church who had come to crusade against the non-god order, and it wasn't just the skulls, bugs, and carnivorous plants who wanted to snipe at the mega-guilds that dotted the lower city of Mark. It was as if the gods had stabbed a hornet's nest, attracting countless enemies for a while. Rufo led his group of warrior monks to communicate with the skull-rat group while witnessing the assembly of the crowd in the square outside the Broken Temple.

"The prince is in battle, and his momentum is unstoppable," Somehow, a proverb that Rufo had heard as a child suddenly came to his mind, and he suddenly fell asleep again. Even the chirping of Ekwart's men, who were discussing with the "group consciousness" of the cranial rats, could not disturb the aged warrior monk who had been empowered. In an instant, Rufo realized that he used his rough but nimble fingers to caress his blue enamel plate armor, and finally rested on the blade of his fist at his waist.

"For the great Lyse Avour!"

A carp stiffened, and Rufo bounced to his feet, ignoring the dirt on his trouser legs and buttocks, and let out a loud roar. Immediately after, this warrior monk who had received a "double blessing" began to transform. In an instant, a giant bat with a wingspan wider than an albatross and a body that seemed to have been quenched with poison and looked blue and faint appeared above the heads of the Ekvath Warrior Monks.

After completing the transformation, Rufo opened his huge mouth full of fangs, emitting a sound wave that ordinary people could not hear. But for the Ekwarts and the skulls, the sound wave was deafening, and then the blood was surging. Even the "group consciousness" itself, which has always adhered to the way of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, seems to feel the surging excitement that has not been seen for a long time. Originally, the skull-skulled rat group was greedy for the sesame oil in the Broken Temple, and was provoked by the sound waves, and at this moment this desire was like a prairie fire.

In addition to them, there are actually many priests of the gods of the natural realm who can understand the language of beasts. When they saw Ruvo chanting the name of the god of Rydze in the language of beasts, and proclaiming the greatness of the "god of mice and bats", their faces were filled with resentment and shame.

"What are we doing here? We have declared war on the gods who have blasphemed the glory of the gods, but now we are afraid to win over the reinforcements present. Wouldn't we have punished that blasphemous organization with our actions without reinforcements? Are we going to fall behind the believers of the "God of Rats and Bats" and disgrace the great gods? Never! Such a thing is absolutely impossible, and will never be allowed!"

Rufo's actions seemed to detonate a series of chain mines, and emotions such as anger, shame, and self-blame instantly merged into impulses that were difficult to contain. All the people, rats, insects, and even the carnivorous plants in the presence stopped testing and attacking each other, and for the first time looked at the Broken Temple at the same time.

"In the name of God!"

Read the URL: n.