Old Marquis Horton couldn't help but show a smile on his face when he saw the guardians of the War Shrine.
Everything was as he expected.
Lady Calamity might not care about outsiders unless it was related to her own interests, but the God of War, who was known for being iron-blooded, would not do the same.
He would react accordingly.
Even when he was facing off against Lady Calamity, he reacted the same way.
The old marquis couldn't help but sigh when he saw the guardians, which were obviously formed by the elites of the War Shrine.
He thought of his own side.
Other than the royal court guardians, no other group could reach this level.
As for the soldiers in the military camp of Castle Aïtantin?
Even the strongest among them would not be a match for the elite warriors of the War Shrine.
They might not even be able to withstand a single strike.
They were born as commoners, so some things were destined to happen!
No, it was impossible!
No matter how hard they worked, it was useless!
On the contrary, the private army of the nobles was something to behold.
However, other than some soldiers that were created with some strange methods, the rest would not be able to withstand the elites.
But it was also a good thing.
At least it would be easier for them to deal with the nobles.
For example …
Out of instinct, the old marquis looked at the convoy behind him.
"We could have stood on the same side.
Too bad …
You people have made the wrong choice. "
Muttering in his heart, the old marquis subtly signaled the royal court guardians around him. Immediately, the royal court guardians that were surrounding the Land of Sicar changed their formation and moved side by side.
Everything was done quietly.
However, the situation was completely different now.
Now, the elite warriors of the War Shrine could face off against the Land of Sicar directly, no longer having to jump over the royal court guardians.
Rogart, who looked like a bear, was driving the wagon that the lord emissary and the baroness rode in.
The young marquis saw the scene, a cold smile flashing over his eyes.
There was no need to panic since it was within his expectations.
They knew what they were going to face when they set off.
On the contrary, the noble's attitude made the young marquis feel fake.
He was different from the previous viscount of Sicar.
That viscount might be a noble too, but he was very pure.
The rules that he had set were also enforced by his own actions. There were no exceptions.
However, that great noble just now exuded a sense of hypocrisy from the inside out.
This was not the first time the young man had seen such nobles.
In fact, most of the nobles he had met were like this.
He said one thing, but he did another.
The essence of it was still to be in a high position and constantly enjoy it.
Whatever they say or do, it's all for the sake of climbing higher and faster.
As for stopping?
Not at all.
Desire is a bottomless abyss.
When you look into the abyss, the abyss looks into you.
What was even more terrifying was …
Around the Abyss, there are also some unknown existences that are secretly observing you.
Young people did not want to become such people.
So, when he was muttering the title of the Mist in his heart, he knocked on the carriage behind him.
His voice wasn't loud, but the young man was sure that the Lord Emissary could hear him.
The rest?
Leave it to the Lord Emissary.
If there was a battle, he would be the first to charge.
If they wanted to talk, the brothers and sisters at the back of the convoy would be more suitable than him.
Now?
He just needed to be quiet and ready.
The changes in his heart caused Rogart's aura to change slightly.
A moment ago, he was like a lazy bear.
Now, he was charging up and ready to stand up like a man.
The changes caught the old marquis' attention.
However, the old marquis shook his head right away.
Land of Sicar was a big place, it wasn't surprising for a powerful young man to emerge from the land. Rather, it would be strange if there wasn't even one.
"Too bad, a single person can't change anything."
The old marquis was certain of his thoughts.
The convoy was getting closer.
In the end, it stopped.
The convoy of Land of Sicar was facing the elites of the War Shrine.
The royal court guardians had already moved aside, the civilians and merchants that came in and out of the city hid further away. Some of the nobles on top of the city walls raised their heads and looked around.
Every single one of them had a cruel look of anticipation on their faces.
They were looking forward to blood spilling everywhere.
They were looking forward to a field of corpses.
They were looking forward to a bloody ball.
Anyway …
It wasn't them who would die, right?
Inside the carriage, the baroness prayed to the Mist out of instinct.
She had no idea what she could do to help Simon.
So, all she could do was pray.
Bloody Mary nodded with a smile, then opened the door and walked out.
It showed its warm smile to the people who came with it.
It strode forward and slowly walked towards the elites of the War Shrine.
"Humans are the most contradictory creatures.
They are cowardly.
They are brave.
They are brave.
They are ruthless.
They are merciful.
They are ruthless.
They are compassionate.
They are selfish.
"They are admirable, but they are lonely and helpless for a long time. They have many strengths, but so do their weaknesses. But what does that count for?"
"They're humans."
They are born this way. They need to grow and my lord is willing to shoulder everything and watch them grow.
Bishop Simon of the Mist pays his respect to the lords of the War Shrine. "
Bloody Mary put its hands together in front of its face, one with two fingers and the other with five fingers, forming the number seven before bowing slightly.
The number had its own meaning.
Bloody Mary didn't forget its boss' nickname, 2567.
Therefore, the bow was a metaphor for its boss' nickname.
As for the number six?
Everyone who bowed represented the number six.
After all, the number six itself was a blessing.
It was the knowledge Bloody Mary got from its boss. It always thought it was magical, how could a simple number have so many meanings?
The one that left the deepest impression on it was' smooth '.
It was hard for Bloody Mary to understand the blessing of 'smooth', but fortunately, it didn't have to understand, all it had to do was remember it.
Just like now, Bloody Mary thought it was' 6 'and the rest of the people would cheer' 666 'for it. It was time for its performance.
Bishop Simon of the Mist made his debut.
Bloody Mary wanted this moment to be remembered like an epic poem.
Therefore, when the elite warriors of the War Shrine drew their swords in silence, Bloody Mary maintained its smile and didn't panic at all, neither did it step back.
Quite the opposite, it stepped up.
"Killing can't solve all problems."
Bloody Mary said.
It spoke softly but it was loud enough for the people around to hear it.
The warrior of the War Shrine in front of Bloody Mary glanced over at his commander. After getting the silent permission, the warrior plunged his sword into Bloody Mary's chest without a second thought.
Puk!
The blade was sharp.
It sliced through the muscles and bones like butter.
The sword went straight through, leaving only the hilt outside.
Behind Bloody Mary, blood gushed out and rolled on the ground.
The civilians and merchants who were watching the scene cried out in shock.
The nobles on the walls showed a smile.
'It's starting so soon?
That was great!
This is the first one!
It'll be their turn soon! '
The nobles on the walls looked at Sicar's convoy, anticipating the blood to flow like a river.
Although their wish was no different from the old marquis', the old marquis frowned slightly at the moment. He stared at Bloody Mary, or more precisely, Bloody Mary's smile.
That kind of smile would never appear on a person who was on the verge of death.
A moment later, the old marquis saw Bloody Mary grab the warrior of the War Shrine's hand and pull the sword out. He furrowed his brows even harder.
'Is this some kind of undying ability?'
As one of the highest ranks in Aïtantin, the old marquis had seen too many secret techniques.
Some were born with them.
Some were trained through practice.
There were also some that were forged using strange methods.
Regardless of which, it was impossible to lift something as heavy as Bloody Mary.
Even the rumored Silent Night Secret Order's hardest secret technique, Hazy Shadow Shifting Moon, was hard to achieve.
This secret technique required time as well.
'Are there other secret techniques involved?'
The old marquis wondered.
Likewise, the young warrior with the sword was wondering as well.
As an elite of the War God Temple, the young warrior had already obtained the title of deacon. He had even carried out the mission of eliminating pagans on his own. Therefore, after the initial shock, he quickly calmed down.
The young warrior laughed coldly at Bloody Mary's action of holding his hand and returning the sword to him.
He had seen such a technique more than once when he was purging the pagans.
'I can't afford to panic!
Calm down!
Calm down!
Panic will only make you lose your judgment.
The fear that followed was the worst of it all.
That's because it will make your sword 'rusty' and 'blunt'.
Therefore, the moment Bloody Mary loosened its grip, the young warrior swung the sword in his hand.
Puk!
This time, it wasn't a straight stab.
It was a slash!
A single slash decapitated the target.
The head fell to the ground.
The body fell to the ground, unable to get up.
Huu!
The young warrior heaved a breath of relief.
He had seen undead monsters before, so he knew their weakness.
The head was the most obvious and direct one.
As long as he could decapitate it, he could basically kill it.
No exceptions!
He shook the sword in his hand.
After the blood splashed, the young warrior wanted to sheathe his sword.
However, just as he turned the longsword around, the decapitated target actually stood up in one piece.
His body was covered in blood and dirt.
However, the smile on his face was still warm.
The crowd went into an uproar right away.
Whether it was the civilians, merchants, or the nobles on top of the city walls, all of them were astonished by the scene. Their mouths were wide open, and they couldn't help but mumble nonsense.
If it was the first slash, they could understand it as a missed thrust.
However, the second slash caused the dead man to stand up again. The nobles couldn't understand what was going on.
Some of the civilians even knelt on the ground, trembling.
The merchants summoned their guards and stood in front of the dead man.
The nobles looked at each other before looking at the young warrior who retreated in fear.
As though he noticed the gazes around him, the fear on the young warrior's face swiftly turned into shame. He regretted why he retreated.
Especially under the gazes of so many people.
How humiliating!
The young warrior's breath became hurried and heavy.
With a flick of his wrist, the longsword in his hand slashed out again.
Bloody Mary was decapitated once more.
This time, the young warrior didn't stop after the decapitation. He swung his sword repeatedly at the flying head and then the body on the ground.
A while later, Bloody Mary's body was turned into a pile of flesh and blood.
Huuhaa! Huuhaa!
The continuous and rapid slashes were a little too much even for the young warrior who had been training for a long time.
He began to gasp for air.
The faces of the people who witnessed this scene turned pale.
Some of them even started to retch.
On the other hand, the nobles became excited.
Their faces were flushed, their breaths hurried, and their hands and feet were shaking, as though they were going to dance at any moment.
However, right after that, they were like ducks with their necks strangled. The excitement in their bodies vanished right away, leaving only horror.
Bloody Mary appeared again in a warm, white radiance.
It didn't just reappear, it was as clean as new.
The filth on its body was all gone.
All that was left was a long robe that accentuated its holiness under the white radiance. The warm expression made one yearn for it.
It was what most of the people felt.
However, the young warrior who was panting heavily was not included.
He looked at Bloody Mary blankly.
Or more precisely, he looked at Bloody Mary's warm expression.
From the start to the end, the warmth never changed.
His gaze, his smile.
Even when he was facing the man who almost dismembered him, Bloody Mary didn't change at all. It was like he was looking at his family, his brothers and sisters.
"Are you alright?"
Bloody Mary asked softly.
The question was like a bolt of Thunder striking the young warrior's heart.
The young warrior's chest was heaving up and down, his eyes showing confusion at that moment.
'Is he an enemy?
'Yes.
But why would he treat me so gently after I hurt him?
Is this kind of person an enemy? '
Doubts kept appearing in the young warrior's heart.
"Gino!"
A loud shout sounded in his ears.
The young warrior looked at the source of the voice. It was his captain, the leader of this operation.
This middle-aged man, who was usually extremely solemn, became even more solemn at this moment. His face looked as hard as a rock.
"Draw your sword!"
The young warrior's captain shouted.
"Captain …"
"Draw your sword!"
The young warrior wanted to say something but before he could, he was interrupted by his captain.
The young warrior was at a loss of what to do.
He didn't know what to do.
At that moment, Bloody Mary walked up to the young warrior. It raised its hand and held the young warrior's hand, allowing the young warrior's hand to hold the sword. Then …
It slashed its neck.
Puk!
The head fell to the ground again.
The hand holding the young warrior's hand loosened and the body fell to the ground again.
The young warrior was utterly stunned.
He looked at the body before him, his hand holding the sword shaking uncontrollably.
Dang!
The sword fell to the ground.
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