What was Ryan's forte?
Killing!
The answer was without a doubt.
As the leader of the biggest assassin organization in Naveya City, Emerald Rock, Ryan was once known as the King of Assassins in Naveya City.
Especially after today, the reputation of the 'King of Assassins' would become even more well-deserved.
Those who once harbored doubts would shut their mouths obediently.
Unless they wanted to experience the strength of the King of Killers who could take on a hundred enemies alone.
Anyone with a normal brain wouldn't do that.
With his current strength, if he were to attack the priests and deacons of Wealth Temple …
No one could escape!
What if he lured out the archpriest and officiant of Wealth Temple?
That would be the best outcome. With their cooperation, it would be enough to kill those bastards!
The High Priest, the Officiant, and the Elder Priest instantly understood the crux of the matter.
The archpriest and the elder priest showed a smile.
The slightly younger officiant tapped Kieran's shoulder hard, a little disgraced by his status.
But at that particular moment, the officiant didn't care.
For the officiant, what else could excite him more than weakening Wealth Temple?
Even if it meant killing their priests and deacons, it would still be something worth doing.
As for the despicable and cruel methods?
None of his business!
Regardless of what methods he used to weaken Wealth Temple, as long as he achieved his goal, it would be a good and praiseworthy method.
"Ryan, you can attack the people of Wealth Temple but you can't attack the common believers of Lady Wealth."
The archpriest obviously had more thoughts in his mind as he reminded Kieran.
"I can't attack the common believers?
I was planning to bathe the whole of Naveya with blood of Lady Wealth's believers. "
Kieran raised a brow and said as if he was joking.
Looking at Kieran's reaction, the elder priest felt chills in his heart.
Even though the time he spent with Kieran was compensated, Edersen was certain Kieran wasn't joking at that particular moment. Such a joke was nothing to others but when it came from Kieran, it was enough to send chills down one's spine.
Because other people's jokes were just jokes.
However, from the mouth of Kieran, the King of Assassins, it was the loss of countless lives.
The officiant appreciated Kieran's attitude.
"Normal believers can't be touched. That's the rule between the temples, but other guys …"
"Kill without mercy!"
Kieran didn't wait for the Officiator to finish speaking before he interrupted coldly.
Wu!
The moment those three words left his mouth, it was as if a gust of cold wind had blown through the hall.
The cold wind whistled like the wailing of vengeful spirits, causing people to shudder.
The elder priest couldn't help but shiver.
The Officiator laughed.
As the Officiator looked at Kieran, he found him more and more pleasing to the eye.
"Very good!"
"Ryan, go ahead and do it!"
"I will stand behind you!"
The Officiator said in a clear voice.
The officiant expressed his attitude without holding back.
This made the Grand Priestess frown. She wanted to say something but chose to remain silent in the end.
After a little more discussion, Kieran boarded the wagon that he came with and left Thorn Temple.
The Officiator was all smiles as he watched the wagon leave, but the Grand Priestess frowned.
"Barry, we shouldn't …"
"Shouldn't what?"
"What we shouldn't do, the other temples are doing it and we, who followed the ancient rules, are being treated as an anomaly!"
"Lady Vanessa's divinity has fallen and a clown is standing on her head!"
"On top of that, they are being overbearing, trying to get more from us!"
"I can't stand it anymore!"
"I can put up with suffering but I can't stand any more insults to Lady Vanessa! In the past, in the present, in the future, anyone who dares to insult Lady Vanessa, I will make them pay with blood! Only blood can wash away the insult!"
"Even if it's God!"
"I will drag them down from the altar!"
The Officiator interrupted the Grand Priestess and said in a loud and clear voice.
The Officiator's sonorous voice echoed in the Grand Priestess' ears. The Grand Priestess looked at his old friend under the light in the hall, her face was shining brightly, as if it was the first time she met him.
Huu!
The Grand Priestess stared at the Officiator.
The latter didn't budge an inch.
Both of them stared at each other for a full 10 seconds.
Then, the Grand Priestess smiled.
"Old friend, you became the Officiator 10 years ago and throughout these 10 years, you have been sticking to the rules, maintaining a steady attitude and helping me deal with everything in an orderly manner."
"But now it seems like you have been playing along with me, caring about this old man's face!"
The Grand Priestess then turned around to the statue of Lady Vanessa.
"It's not just you. Madam Vanessa too!"
"The merciful lady, she didn't want to embarrass a pitiful worm like me …"
"But how can a pitiful worm's pride be more important than Lady Vanessa?"
The Grand Priestess heaved a long sigh.
Her old face started to show determination like never before.
"Slotu, you?"
The Officiator was stunned.
"It is time for us to change!
We have paid the price of blood for sticking to the rules, it is time for us to change! "
"Although there will be many difficulties along the way, it is nothing compared to us who view hardship as a test of fate!"
"Only now did I realize that I have forgotten the teachings of Thorn all this time!"
The Grand Priestess paused and looked at the Officiator.
The two old friends said in unison, "The hardships of fate are like thorns everywhere, but we need to … cut through the thorns!"
Their voices were loud and clear.
They pressed forward with an indomitable will.
Both of their faces didn't show any fanaticism but there was a persistence that no one could ignore.
It was the persistence of letting go of everything, the only thing left!
Such persistence was scary.
With such persistence, they would disregard everything!
Such people were known as heroes among mortals.
But in the churches and temples, people preferred to address them as martyrs.
…
As the Grand Priestess and Officiator of Thorn Temple.
There was no doubt about Lady Thorn's faith.
Therefore, Lady Thorn was willing to place her leisure gaze on the two of them.
Therefore, Lady Thorn saw everything.
She saw the changes in her believers.
Unknowingly, the changes would affect her as well.
Though it was a slow process.
But the changes were already there.
…
Inside the void of chaos, Tiki was crawling in front of a gate. It slowly opened its eyes.
"So tired.
You little bastard, you dare to suspect me of embezzling his money, you … "
Tiki heaved a long breath, its mouth was full of complaints.
Suddenly, Tiki laughed out loud when he thought of something.
A slightly treacherous smile appeared on the fat cat's face.
"I told you before, cats don't hold grudges because all the grudges have been avenged."
The laughter sounded in the void filled with bodies, it sounded extra creepy.
Tiki didn't have any self-awareness though, whenever it thought of something happy, it couldn't help but roll back and forth on the ground, even twisting its belly.
However, the happy moment was always short lived. When Tiki sensed the tremors from afar, it stood up, its fat belly dragging on the ground.
"Again?"
"It's faster than expected!"
"Do you really think I'm the easiest point to break through?"
Tiki's fat cat face showed a frown.
However, it was quickly replaced by a ferocious expression.
Then, Tiki raised its paw and a sharp claw tip popped out from its paw.
Then, the paw fell.
KABOOM!
A thousand-meter energy blast that could tear the sky and earth apart split the void of chaos before it.
The already unstable void of chaos was instantly turned into void turbulence.
Further away, an army of a million soldiers appeared and were turned into dust by the void turbulence.
Tiki yawned lazily when it sensed the vanished energy blast. It lay back on the ground, closed its eyes and wagged its tail.
"The ground here is really hard.
"I really miss my cat's nest."
Damn it, I want to eat dried fish.
And fried skewers of catnip. "
"Damn it, how long are we going to live like this?"
"I want to go back to the West Coast!"
"Can't anyone find my recipe?"
"I put it somewhere easy to reach!"
…
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