"You know what, the Empire's army has been defeated again."

"I heard that the battle against the Imperial Army is a group of cultists, each of whom knows magic, and the army is not an opponent at all."

Two villagers were talking on the road, passing by the courtyard of a house.

Click! The axe fell, and the wood was split in half.

Is the cultist so strong?

The boy chopped through the snow and chopped wood, thinking about what passers-by were talking about. He is a child of the Northland, and the cold has shaped the tall and strong bodies of the Northlanders, and joining the army is their only way out.

The men in the village had been taken away by the army in several batches, and the boy was thrown down because he was not physically fit enough, even though he offered to go with the army. The teenager who joined the army received coal from the government, but he had to go into the mountains every day to cut down trees.

I heard that the Messianic Cult is selecting believers across the country who can communicate with God, and if they gain the power of God, they can fight against the cultists in the north, and they are all superior people in the army. Thinking of these teenagers rubbing their hands red from the cold excitedly, he seemed to see himself returning to the village in a white robe, all the villagers bowed to him, and the girls cheered his name and praised him as a great hero.

He suddenly had a cold shudder, the sun in the sky seemed to turn purple, and he rubbed his eyes, it turned out to be an illusion.

The boy continued to march into the mountains, tired of the day-to-day work, and today he wanted to follow in his footsteps and walk around the mountains.

The sound of a rope came from behind the dirt slope not far away, presumably from the wild deer in the mountains going out to feed. The boy took the axe from his waist and quietly touched it.

The boy touched the edge of the dirt slope and looked to see that it was a woman kneeling on the ground with her back to her, not knowing what she was doing. It turned out that it wasn't a deer, the boy was a little disappointed, and just wanted to leave, when an inexplicable curiosity prompted him to continue hiding behind the dirt slope to observe the woman.

As if having discovered something, slowly, the woman turned her head, and the boy was horrified. The woman has no face.

The boy suppressed his fear and swallowed his saliva, this must be the cultist that the priest said. Those cultists often mutilate their limbs and lives for pleasure in order to please the evil gods.

If you can kill a cultist, the army and the priest will definitely reward him, and maybe he can become an officer just after joining the army. No, cultists know magic, and if they can't beat them, they will be tortured to death. The teenager was extremely conflicted.

Before he could make his choice, the woman spotted the boy and walked in the direction where the boy was hiding, muttering an unknown spell in her mouth.

Fight!

Yanan rushed out from behind the dirt slope and threw the hand axe at the woman, the axe accurately hit the woman's face, and with a scream, the female cultist fell.

Is this dead?

The young man observed for a while, and after making sure that there was no movement, he slowly approached the woman. The moment she reached out and touched it, the woman melted like ice. The purple liquid spread like water from the hands to the body for at least a year, and then disappeared.

The boy felt his body tingle, and his limbs and limbs let out a long sigh. It feels like the past has turned the teenager's body upside down. He was convinced that it was his reward for killing the cultists, and that God had given him.

In the days that followed, the boy began to search for cultists near the mountains to obtain God's gifts.

"Have you heard? Many of the people who went up the mountain in the past two days have disappeared, so it can't be that the cult army has come over. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, the village chief has already sent someone to report to the town, and someone will find out soon."

"But the messenger has been on his way for a month."

"Well, let's see what the village chief does."

The sound of the villagers talking reached his ears, and the boy's hearing could catch all the conversation in the streets of the village.

"Damn, cultists are so rampant." He has already hunted cultists so hard, and he still can't kill them all, the young man said hatefully.

He decided to make another trip to the mountains to sweep away the cultists near the village.

This time, the boy's luck was good, and he met a dozen cultists on a hidden mountain road leading from the village to the outside of the mountain. The leader gave him a familiar feeling.

He pounced and tore more than a dozen people to pieces, he bathed in the pleasure of purple shengjin pouring into his body, he grabbed the familiar figure in the palm of his hand, he saw clearly, it was the old village chief.

"Liars, it turns out that everyone is liars, and they must want to inform those southern cultists about the situation in the village." He held half of the old village chief's body into pulp, and the young man turned his head to look at the village in the distance, his face as if it had been torn off by iron fences.

"Whew, whew, whew." Yanan woke up from bed.

He looked out the window, the sky was already gray and white, and Alfred was sitting in the corner of the bed reading a book with a glass of water.

"How long have I been asleep?" Yanan held his forehead with his hand, trying to separate the dream from reality.

He was supposed to join the troops of the Evergreen Fortress in a counterattack against the Filthy Occupied Area, but as soon as he received the military order, the two were told by Andrea to return to train 1064, and when he returned to the train, he seemed to have taken a glass of water from Alfred, and then fell asleep.

"You slept for a day and a night." Alfred handed the cup with the yellow liquid to Yanan.

"I dreamed of a teenager." Yanan held the cup and slowly said the contents of the dream.

"It's the memory of that Gonyar."

"Was he once a human being?" Yanan felt a chill creep up his spine.

"There is only a thin line between the extraordinary and the filthy." Alfred stared into Yanan's eyes, "You don't want to be affected by the emotions in the dream. ”

"I know." He wanted to ask why there was no defilement of belief in the twelve gods, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it.

"How can I keep it from becoming filthy?"

"Always think about yourself as a person." Alfred gave an extremely unreliable answer.

After drinking the earthy yellow liquid, Yanan went out, and his daily job was to inspect the train. On the way, I met a few familiar guards, and after a little greeting, they went to their respective duties.

The back carriage of the train was empty, and the twelfth was still sitting cross-legged in the corner, and Yanan still did not respond to his greetings.

Yanan walked to the co-commander's room, and just as he was about to knock on the door, Vasily's voice came from inside the house. "Come in."

Yanan pushed the door and entered the room, Deputy Captain Vasily was sitting at the table writing something, Yanan's pupils constricted, and he could see the beginning of the letter.

"Dear Viscount Honbeck, your letter has been received below, and I am deeply saddened by the filth and devastation of life in your domain. I will send the commissioner of the security team, Yanan, to solve the problem, he is very experienced, and will solve your problems satisfactorily, please do not worry. ”

"That's it, I want to vomit every time I write this kind of letter." Vasily stuffed the letter into an envelope, poured fire paint from the furnace and sealed it, stamped it with the seal of the deputy commander of the garrison, and handed it to Yanan.

"You have also seen the letter, and you are going to go to the Viscount of Honbeck in two days."

"Just me?" Yanan was speechless.

"You've also completed a lot of tasks, and I think you have the ability to solve problems for the nobles in the country." Vasily patted Yanan on the shoulder and encouraged. "The local armed forces will assist you."

"Shouldn't it be the business of the Sufford Inquisition?" Yanan still didn't want to go, and after facing the powerful filth of the Evergreen Fortress, Yanan didn't want to see this thing anymore.

"The Court of Safford accepts only orders from the Pope or any signs of filthiness that they themselves find, and does not accept applications of any kind. In addition to protecting the trains, the train guards also have the task of solving problems that cannot be solved by the local armed forces in the lands of the church. Unfortunately, train 1064 will arrive near the Viscount of Honbeck in two days. Deputy Commander Vasily patiently explained.

Although Yanan suspected that there must have been more than one train passing by the Viscount of Humbeck in the past two days, if he asked further, he would be suspected of cowardice and avoiding war, "Yes, Captain, I'll go and prepare immediately." ”

This kind of big thing he needs to discuss with Alfred.

"What? The co-commander asked you to go on a mission alone? Alfred almost jumped.

"Well, but you don't need to be so excited." His big reaction also didn't surprise Yanan.

"The task entrusted by the nobles is not as simple as your previous fighting, killing and killing, you don't know what those meat eaters have done in the territory, how you went to the territory to investigate, and where the direction is, do you understand?" Alfred roared for a moment, then slowly calmed down.

"I've always felt like it's too early to tell you this, because you've only been a security guard for a year." He sat in his chair and stared into Yanan's eyes.

"What kind of world do you think this is?"

"Otherworld?" Yanan thought for a moment and replied.

"Is there a god in the world?"

Yanan wanted to say yes, but he looked at Alfred's dark and deep pupils and lowered his head.

"I don't know."

"Most people in this world don't know that there was a god in this world. God is neither knowable nor visible. Here God created the kingdom of God, and God's people inherited His knowledge. ”

"Is there any basis for what you say?"

"Yes." Alfred put his hand on Yanan's chest.

"You are the proof."

Yanan lost consciousness, and he fell onto a mirror, smashing it to pieces, and shards surrounded him, glowing brightly.

"See it now? The truth of this world. Alfred's voice came from nowhere.

A fragment drifted in front of Yanan, and the person wearing the cloak on the screen was drawing a refining array with blood. He finished his final strokes and muttered the incantation. Blood flowed from the refining array, and a red thorn pierced the alchemist through the blood, dragging it into a pool of blood.

"Knowledge has existed since the birth of the world, it is the treasure of God, and whoever steals it will be punished by God," Alfred's words seemed to warn.

"Mortals are not qualified to acquire the knowledge of God, only God's chosen people, transcendent beings, are qualified to explore the truth of this world." Alfred put his hand on Yanan's shoulder, pulling him back to reality.

"What is this?" Yanan looked at Alfred like a stranger.

"Alright, alright, don't be afraid. That's how I gained knowledge from the goddess of dreams. Alfred comforted Yanan with a sly look.

"You have this bottle of medicine." Alfred pulled out a vial from the cupboard.

"You'll use it for this mission."