Just when Baldy thought that he was going to die and reunite with his old comrades, a big hand suddenly appeared above the black-cloaked murderer's head. Then, the hand grabbed his head and lifted him up into the air. He did not even have the time to scream before his neck was broken by the big hand.
Baldy's heart sank. 'Someone even more ruthless than you?' The corpse was tossed aside, revealing Baiyi, who was standing behind it. He looked at Baldy, who had a bloody nose, and pointed a finger at him. A stream of water sprayed onto Baldy's face.
"Wipe your face first," Baiyi said.
Baldy took a few heavy breaths and wiped his face with the sleeve of his robe. Only then did he regain his composure and said, "Thank you for saving me, Master Hope …"
"I say, you're a Legendary-level fighter, aren't you? How could you be forced into such a state by a mere Master-level fighter? " Baiyi asked, annoyed. Baldy was clearly not here for the treasure hunt. He had no equipment, no supplies, and not even a weapon. It was as if he was here for a field trip.
Baldy laughed awkwardly and explained, "I was planning to attend an academic tea party, but when I heard the news, I hurried over. I didn't expect something like this to happen. I thought that with the rules His Majesty had announced, this was just a normal treasure hunt …"
"How can there be treasure hunting without killing? Forget that ridiculous rule. In a place like this, killing is unavoidable, "Baiyi said kindly. Deep down, he was speechless at this academic idiot. 'Who gave you the courage to come here when you don't even know what's going on? Is it Liang Jingru? '
"I understand," Baldy replied. Baldy thought about it for a while and understood the situation. He was not stupid, so he quickly took out some magic equipment from his storage bag and put them on. Fortunately, he had only put the equipment in his storage bag for the tea party.
After putting on the magical equipment, Baldy looked like he was ready to kill someone and rob them of their treasures. However, he had no interest in the treasures. Instead, he was more interested in the realm he was in. He took out a few test tubes from his storage pouch, intending to collect the debris on the floor for further analysis. Then, he said to Baiyi, "According to my calculations, this is a special realm attached to the realm of Isythre, and it has existed for at least a few thousand years! There are so many things that we can study and analyze here. Its origin, its function, and so many other mysteries … To the academic community, this realm is the greatest treasure, but … "
He turned to look at the two corpses on the floor and sighed helplessly. It was obvious that he regretted not being able to study the realm in detail. "Now that something like this has happened, there's no telling what will happen to this realm. It could even collapse at any moment. Let's go save our friends first and figure out a way to get out of this place, shall we?"
"We need a way to get out of here," Baiyi said solemnly. "I haven't found a way to get out of here yet. Maybe there's a way out there?" He pointed at the black castle in the distance. "But there are others heading in that direction. I've already seen a few of them. I'm afraid there will be a bloodbath."
"Sigh … Anyway, let's find our friends from the Doors of Conundrum first. They followed us here, and they're members of the executive department. They're much better at hands-on combat than I am. " That was all Baldy could say. With that, he and Baiyi left to look for their other friends.
In other places, battles were taking place, one after another. Many people did not want to kill at first because they did not know if their enemies wanted to kill them or not. There were always some cruel and merciless people or villains from the underworld. Without the constraints of morality and law, they could do whatever they wanted. In such a hostile environment, there was no morality or mercy. Everything had become the bloodiest and most primitive law of the jungle.
What Baiyi needed to do was to save as many people as he could and punish as many as he could in such an environment. He needed to create a greater and more glorious image for himself, and he needed to build a greater reputation. That was also the main reason why he chose to stand on this stage instead of leaving quietly. Although it was somewhat self-directed, despicable, shameless, and troublesome, Baiyi still had to do some things for the sake of his plan to escape from this place. He had always prided himself on being a righteous, righteous, and righteous person.
"This is a complete scam. In the words of your Earthlings, this is called 'you want to be a * * * * *, but you also want to build a chastity," the Shadow Walker sneered.
"You can't say that. At least, I'm doing this for the sake of our future plans," Baiyi retorted. "Besides, there are a lot of people out there who would love to do what you just said."
"Heh? Wouldn't it be better if you could pick up a few pretty girls along the way? "The Shadow Walker continued to mock him.
"That? Forget it … I think we're in enough trouble already, "Baiyi muttered." Besides, I don't think there's a girl like that among the people who came here this time. "
At the very least, Baiyi did not choose to permanently close the Book of Servitude after he left. He had every reason to do so. However, after weighing the pros and cons, Baiyi decided to save a few lives. After all, a simple massacre would not do him any good in his future plans.
As the journey continued, Baiyi and Baldy managed to pick up a high-ranking officer from the Sorcerer's Association. After thanking the officer profusely, the officer joined their party.
However, saving lives was not as efficient as killing people. As more and more people started to gather, the conflicts did not lessen. Instead, they became more intense.
"Master Abbot is being held up. We're no match for him. You guys go! I'll hold you off!" The Northerner with the Grim Face said to his companions behind him. He was in a terrible state. His body was riddled with wounds of varying sizes, and his face had a gash that extended from his forehead to his left eye, all the way down to his chin. His right hand was hanging limply at his side; it was clearly broken.
Standing in front of him was a paladin clad in silver armor. He was the leader of the Church's expedition team, Grand Paladin Captain Roland. Behind him were a few corpses; some belonged to the Church, while others belonged to the Northerners.
It turned out that a few paladins and crusaders from the Church had gathered in the area and were about to rush towards the demigod priest when the Northerners launched a sneak attack. A fierce battle ensued between the two sides, but because the Cold Face was present, the Church's people were quickly wiped out. By the time Roland, the Grand Paladin, arrived, the Northerners were looting the corpses for spoils of war. Their heads were cut off and placed beside the corpses. Among the corpses was the Grand Paladin's favorite student.
What was even more heart-wrenching was that in this special dimension that could collapse at any moment, the dead did not even have the chance to be reborn as a soul armature.
"Not a single one of you will escape." The Grand Paladin Captain Roland's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was cold. He swung his sword, and a Combat Aura Blade flew toward a fleeing Northerner. The Northerner's head flew high into the air, and a fountain of blood spurted out from underneath.
"You actually attacked someone from the back. What a paladin," the Grim Face Knight said mockingly, forcing a smile on his face. He was at the end of his rope.
"It has always been our creed to eradicate evil and heretical beings like you. Now, I'm filled with regret. I'm filled with regret. Why didn't I kill every last one of you when you first set foot in the Southern Land?" The Grand Paladin said in a deep voice. He swung his sword three more times, and three more heads flew into the air. The Northerners who were trying to escape were all dead.
"This is the sorrow of losing a close comrade. Remember this well, and repent in hell!" The Grand Paladin Captain Roland said. He swung his sword horizontally and took the Grim Face Knight's life.
Blood gushed out of the Grand Paladin Captain Roland's silver armor, but the Grand Paladin Captain Roland remained unmoved. He did not even bother to wipe the blood off his face. He walked back to his student's head, knelt down on one knee, and hugged the head tightly in his arms. His body trembled slightly.
It was the trembling of a man trying his best to suppress the pain in his heart.
The Grand Paladin Captain Roland held a simple funeral for the Church's victims. Then, he snapped the Scripture Necklace around his neck and left it on the tombstones. After that, he picked up his sword, put on his blood-stained armor, and walked in the opposite direction of the assembly point.
Similar tragedies were happening in other parts of the Southern Land, and an even greater tragedy was brewing as the forces of the Church gathered.
The demigod priest, who had been maintaining the waves and rushing over to meet up with them, had already learned about the situation from the others. He sighed helplessly and muttered to himself softly, "We shouldn't have come here. This has already gone against the teachings left behind by God. I'm afraid I won't be acknowledged by God for doing such a thing, right?"
"Saint Joel, even though my strength has surpassed yours, I still can't follow your footsteps? After all, I'm just a self-proclaimed saint … "The old man, who was called Saint Jonah by the Church, lamented.
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