In the dull and dull mind of Karsusmune, the mark on the white stockings that Benson clung to in his palm was the guidance he gave himself.

It was the Holy See who betrayed Benson.

He wanted to use the heads of members of the Holy See to honor his best friend.

He knew that there was a patrol on the border that had been formed by the paladins of the Holy See.

When he rushed to Benson's aid, he saw those people.

He's angry, he's crazy.

Once again, unspeakable whispers seemed to begin to echo in his ears, and only the blood of those men could quench the fire burning in his heart.

The white-boned war horse galloped wildly on the ground, and a large cloud of smoke and dust was thrown behind him.

Karthas didn't know exactly how long he had been advancing, but a river appeared in front of him, and next to it was a makeshift camp.

There are thousands of Holy See's paladins stationed in the camp, and most of them are resting in tents, except for a few who are on night duty.

The bonfire burned and black smoke spread in the night sky, and the sound of the river echoed in my ears.

Several paladins gathered around the campfire, with metal bottles in their hands, filled with spicy spirits, although the Holy See has many rules, but it does not prohibit alcohol, not to mention, for these people who go out on patrol, if there is no stimulation of alcohol, the exhaustion of the body will soon be unbearable.

"Damn, the first generation of heroes died too quickly, if it wasn't for the first generation of heroes who recklessly ran over and fought the demon king, they wouldn't have been torn to pieces." A paladin took a sip of his wine and muttered sullenly.

He hadn't seen the first generation of braves.

But I've heard about some of the first generation of brave men.

In his opinion, he will only go to fight with the demon king when he has a brain cramp.

The other paladin was also full of displeasure: "Who said it wasn't, although a second-generation brave man has been summoned now, and it is said that his talent is even better than that of the first generation, but now he knows that he is nesting in the imperial city all day long, and he has no intention of coming out to fight with monsters at all, and he is more than ......."

I don't know if it's because they're drunk, or if that's what they really think, or if it's because they're out on patrol and cold at night, which leads to too much resentment in their hearts, they don't consider that the current strength of the second generation of warriors is simply not able to face powerful monsters.

They are just venting their dissatisfaction in their hearts:

"Damn, we summoned the brave to deal with monsters, not to let him stay in the city and play with women......"

"We're paladins, and it's an insult to us to come and do this kind of work as ordinary soldiers!"

Suddenly, a stronger paladin seemed to sense something, and he looked up and saw the dark figure in the moonlight.

The ghost-like figure made his body tremble with spirit, and he subconsciously reached out to grab the spear next to him, but soon he felt that something was wrong.

This figure is somewhat familiar, isn't this the big filial son Karthas in the brave squad?

Although there is a saint in the brave team, the relationship with the two major churches has not been particularly good, but the apparent etiquette still needs to be maintained.

The paladin stood up from the ground, put his right hand on his left shoulder, and bowed slightly: "It turned out to be Lord Karthas, why did you come ......?"

Burst!

He wanted to invite Karthas over to drink and bake the fire together, but before he could finish a sentence, the dark spear in Karthas's hand instantly came out of his hand.

The gun is like a dragon.

The speed of the spear was not at all what this paladin could react to, and there was immediately a big hole in his chest.

The hard standard armor of the Holy See, as vulnerable as tofu scum in the face of Kartha's spear, flew straight behind after piercing the paladin's chest.

With a snort, a shot slammed into the campfire.

The fighting qi attached to the spear spread instantly, and the seven paladins around it were directly smashed into pieces, and the ground was sprinkled with minced flesh mixed with blood.

Karthas stretched out his hand, and the spear flew back automatically.

The movement finally caught the attention of the sleeping paladins, who quickly emerged from the tent and looked at the bloody stains on the ground, as well as Karthas on the other side.

Even idiots knew what was going on, and they surrounded Karthas with weapons in hand, shouting at Karthas for attacking them for no reason.

However, Karthas did not answer their questions at all, and only a gloomy laugh came from under the helmet, which was hoarse and hideous.

Dark red flames burned above Karthas's armor, making him look like a demon king who had come out of the flames.

His eyes contained endless anger.

"I will use your blood, your lives, and your heads to honor my best comrades." Karthas made a gloomy voice.

Hearing this, a group of paladins were all confused.

What is this, your best comrade-in-arms? Could it be that a member of the Brave Squad is dead?

But what does this have to do with them, and why is it counted on their heads?

Where do they have the strength to kill the members of the Brave Squad?

The Paladin, who was at the head of the group, wanted to defend himself, but the enraged Karthas had no chance to defend these people at all, and he raised the spear in his hand and threw it directly into the dark night sky.

Just after the spear reached its highest point, it completely ignored the effect of gravity, and had no intention of falling down at all, and hovered directly in the air.

In the next second, dense black guns poured down from the sky like a torrential rain.

Although Karthus has a problem with his brain and is a little crazy from time to time, no one will deny his strength.

Once the fight is fought, this man will make you understand what real hell is.

The paladin below looked up in fear, and could only see the shadows of gunfire tearing through the air, bringing out a buzzing sound, and in an instant, it was like a black meteor shower in front of him.

That's right, this trick of Karthas is called a meteor shower.

Although the destructive power of a single spear shadow is not exaggerated, it is more than enough to kill these paladins.

The most important thing about this move is that it has a positive coverage and strong penetrating power, and it is one of the very few existences in martial arts that can be compared with super-level magic.

Ahhhh......h

They want to dodge, but where to hide in the face of such a dense meteor shower? I can only watch the shadow of the gun fall from the sky!

Poof!

Running through their skulls, through their bodies, blood gushed down their shattered bodies, and in a short period of time small rivers condensed on the ground, pouring into the rivers next to them.

Countless lives died in the screams, and Karthas did not stop, he drew his sword at his waist and rushed into the crowd, the sword danced up and down, and the paladins who were lucky enough to avoid the guns could not escape the slaughter of Karthas.

Frost's sorrow exuded a hazy cold, the sharp blade easily tore through the throat, bringing up splatters of blood, and the black armor was dyed scarlet in a short time, and the whole body was wet and slimy.

He is like a ruthless butcher, constantly harvesting one life after another.

I don't know when, Karthas stopped.

There was no one around for him to kill, and the ground was covered with broken limbs, and the entire camp had been completely turned into a human purgatory.

The water of the river is dyed scarlet.

Karthas raised his head to the sky and roared:

Brother, I have finally avenged you!

However, this is not enough, but the lives of these paladins are not worth the lives of his best brothers, and after burying them, he has to prepare more sacrifices for his brothers.

……

On the other side, Qin Chu didn't know that the black cauldron he casually pushed to Augustus would actually have such an effect.

He was flipping through the diary.

This diary was obviously written thousands of years ago, by the Holy Maiden of the Storm Temple, who is now the Storm Witch Violet.

That's right, this woman is the former saint.

A thousand years ago, the beliefs of the Heavenly Dome Continent were still quite complicated, and there were many temples, but they actually maintained a fairly good relationship with each other, and Antia was once a believer in the Lord of the Storm, so Violet knew Antia.

The more he looked at Qin Chu, the more frightened he became.

It is recorded in the diary that the gods do not give up their authority easily.

Only when a god falls, will he unleash his authority over the earth.

Only a girl with a pure body and a pure soul can feel the consciousness from the gods and inherit the authority of the gods.

And these girls have become witches.

Seeing this, Qin Chu was not so frightened, what really scared Qin Chu was the following number.

Just a thousand years ago, forty-nine witches appeared in the Heavenly Dome Continent at one time.

Forty-nine witches, that means that forty-nine gods have fallen.

Aren't all the gods in heaven dead?