Perseverance.

Karastifon boured his spirits, carefully avoiding the crowd and continuing to approach the untouchable area.

Chaotic sounds filled his brain, cascading and boiling into a hum of nothingness.

His eyelids began to sink and his limbs were sluggish.

Accept yourself.

The heart spoke to him.

Accept your own essence, the product of a mixture of aliens and humans.

Accept Him and He will give you kindness and true care.

He can accept you, your legion, your friends.

Who is He?

Callas's consciousness was cloudy, and he asked rhetorically.

You will meet His followers.

Sleep, and when you wake up, you will meet His followers.

Callas, who was still at the last intersection from the untouchable area, finally couldn't hold it anymore, and his body went straight down-

A pair of hands caught him.

"What's going on?"

Gehr, the grave keeper in charge of the management of the untouchable team, whispered,

The Barbaros recruit had been here for many days, and the grave keeper Gehr had been keeping a close eye on the recruit's every move.

only to find that he was just looking for a corner where no one was around, as if he was deliberately touching the disgusting aura of the untouchable.

No other malicious acts were committed.

Not everyone likes to be in touch with the untouchables, but most hate them, and it has been a long time since Gehr had seen a new face since he was appointed gravekeeper of the untouchable team.

Gel immediately reported to his superior, Garo.

In the medical room unique to the Undertaker's Think Tank, Fernando, with silver hair crossed his arms, stood in the shadows next to the medical table.

Karastiphon was lying at the medical table being examined.

Raton, a pharmacist in charge of medical care at the think tank, is using a scanner to give Kalas a fluoroscopy.

The apothecary from Terra looked young, with curly brown hair and pale blue-green eyes, and a slight silence.

On the corridor outside the door, there was the sound of dull and hurried footsteps.

Fernando blinked, motioning for Terra-Raton to ignore it and continue with the examination.

He went out and met Garo, who had just finished his mission and hurried in.

Garo glanced at Fernando.

"At the moment, the pharmacist is overtired."

"It also has something to do with the fact that he has been in contact with the untouchable."

"Gone?"

Garo's voice sounded calmly,

"It's gone."

Fernando closed his eyes and thought that he had indeed checked his psionic abilities, and that nothing was wrong except for the slight faintness and confusion of Callas's soul flame.

Garo was silent.

The Death Guard was about to go through a tough battle, and he really didn't want anything else to go wrong at this time.

"Where's the Legion Commander?"

Fernando asked Garo,

"The Legion Commander has been busy lately, and we didn't tell him about it."

They looked at each other tacitly.

In Hades's instructions, there is no option of "not killing".

If necessary

However, while the two were talking, Karastiphon, who was in the house, woke up.

He opened his eyes, and the blinding white light on the medical table pierced straight at him.

"It's."

His memory stayed only on the dimly lit corridor where he had last rushed to the untouchable area.

"Shhh

The apothecary Raton looked at Kalas condescendingly and smiled.

"I'll do as I say, and you'll survive."

The pharmacist pulled back a kind smile.

Then he picked up the needle, and in it, green mucus surged.

"Wait?!"

Callas' pupils constricted, but he couldn't move at all after being injected with strong sedatives and anesthetics!

The needle pierced in.

"Praise Him."

Kalas fainted.

Raton muttered quietly, then turned, unhurriedly continuing to manipulate the medical facility.

The slime collected from the original think tank library was put into a vial and tied around Raton's neck.

He should have done it a long time ago, José shouldn't have died for it.

Raton was Fernando's trusted pharmacist, and the only person other than Fernando who saw José's appearance at the time.

He tried to heal his rotting comrades, but failed.

Unwillingly, when the think tank library was sanitized, he once again collected viruses and bacteria in the name of a pharmacist.

Then he discovers the truth.

Now, Raton began to spit on the self who was trying to treat Jose.

That's a blessing, so why heal?

But how he still lamented José's loss.

Raton smiled as he stared at Callas, who was once again unconscious on the medical table.

He won't let another person die.

Raton blinked, looking up at the other end, as if through the wall, at the area where the untouchables were stationed on the Stoic.

If they are not welcome here, then go somewhere else.

As long as the man who killed José doesn't come back.

He won't come back.

Raton suppressed his pleasant smile and grimaced as he reported to Garo and Fernando, who had just entered.

Ah, how he didn't like the oppressive atmosphere of the Death Guard.

Planet 373 Sigma.

"We want to be free!"

The surging crowds were crowded and noisily crowded outside the city walls.

"We want the truth!"

The crowd began slamming down doors, throwing rotting fruit or meat at the guards on the walls.

"Please come out of the Black Rite Sect! Give the people an explanation! ”

"Explain! Interpretation! Interpretation! ”

Everyone began to boil, noisy and crowded.

"Calm down! Calm down, everybody! ”

Huge robot-like machines roared from the dense forests outside the city, flowing green liquid flickering and connecting directly into the girl's back from the huge machine.

Rui Boli raised his hand like a robot and shouted,

Seeing the arrival of the Lord's backbone, the crowd that was noisily rushing to the city instantly quieted down.

Ribo lowered her eyes and looked at the crowd at a distance from her.

It's always like this, she's used to it.

But she hopes that one day, she too will be able to step out into the crowd.

So she inhaled and spoke again,

"We, the Vine Academy, are only asking the Black Priest to give us an explanation!"

The slender fair-skinned woman stood on the stout and tall machine and began her speech,

"We don't want violence, we just want an explanation!"

Rebo clenched one hand into a fist on his chest and spread the other,

"The people have lived in lies for countless years, and we have witnessed countless people pass away under the influence of the Divine Domain, and those are our family and friends."

"We're watching them get weaker day by day, we're watching them wither."

"And our weak pulse tells us that sooner or later we too will follow in their footsteps!"

"Bishop Maazel, tell us, why are we going through this?!"

"Just for your stupid and ridiculous religion?!"

At the last syllable, the girl hissed and cried out,

"Stupid! Absurd! Stupidity! Absurd! ”

The crowd burst into a loud wave in an instant.

On the ramparts, a young face emerged, and Ribo recognized it as one of Bishop Marazel's disciples.

"You're the one who confuses the crowd!"

The young man shouted,

"As the prophesied Son of God, you have received the blessings of the Divine Domain,"

"But he went to study heresy, and he was the body of the Son of God, but he did the things of a witch!"

"She's lying to you!"

The man shouted,

"She's just a little ghost who reluctantly accepts the rules of the church and runs out and yells!"

The man laughed,

"Didn't you follow her in the first place because she could walk in the Divine Domain at will?!"

"Now you have come to reproach God!"

"Ask yourself, what evidence can you come up with other than her weird, self-justifying words?!"

For a moment, the crowd fell silent.

However, in the midst of the crowd, another man spoke,

"If you hadn't let us endure under that realm, how could there be the so-called Son of God in your mouth!"

"Lord Ruibo, she is also a victim of your ignorant religion!"

With the man's fierce words, a rotten fruit slammed into the head of the man on the city wall with precision.

The crowd exploded in an instant.

"Give us an explanation!!"

"Open the door! Open the door! Open the door! ”

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