Temple of War God, Dark Hall.

There is no illumination of the holy light.

The smell of blood in the shadows became more and more intense.

People with cold expressions and cold eyes walked quietly on the wet floor.

The occasional screams lingered in the corridor, but no one cared.

Because, since its completion, this is what it has been here.

Cold is the tone.

Screaming is adjustment.

bloody?

That's the main one.

Compared to preaching, ordinary priests, deacons with gentle faces, easy-to-accept, trustworthy priests, sword-wearing priests belonging to the Dark Hall, and deacons with swords only require two requirements.

First, strength.

Second, loyalty.

The order of arrangement is enough to show that strength is the first.

As long as you have strength and loyalty are superficial, no one will say anything.

After all, this is a world with gods.

Mortals can be powerful.

But facing the gods, it is still too much worse.

However, it has become a little different lately.

As one of the deacons with swords, Sivarka feels like this.

He was not a natural member of the Temple of War God. Fifteen years ago, he was just an ordinary mercenary. He encountered evil in a mission. The entire team, including the leader and deputy leader, all died, and only he survived.

Not really strong.

It's luck.

The hungry evil stranger was full.

He was treated as the next meal.

Then, before the next meal arrived, the team of the Dark Hall of the God of War appeared, driving away the evil.

He was saved.

Moreover, he was inexplicably able to control the "residues" left by evil.

Naturally, he became the deacon with the sword in the Untangled Hall.

But he missed his mercenary career.

Can drink alcohol.

Can laugh loudly.

Can bask in the sun.

Unlike here, you can only face the coldness and coldness.

But he couldn't resist.

Even if he can use that ‘residue’.

Because, in the dark hall, there are many people like him, and even many of them are more than him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have just been a deacon with a knife.

Touching the "residue" hanging on his neck, Sivarka's mind once again heard the inexplicable whisper.

At first, he couldn't understand at all.

Even under this sound, I became unable to sleep or eat.

However, for fifteen years, under the guidance of the Unter Hall, he gradually understood the meaning of these sounds.

They are roughly—

1. The index finger of the adult's left hand and the thumb.

2. Adult female eyes.

3. One liter of blood is best for a virgin.

By completing the above item, you can use the power of ‘residue’ once.

Cruel?

No.

Compared to some truly cruel "residues" he knew, this "residue" was much gentler.

And the ability to give is pretty good.

Let him hear a sound farther away.

Or, see further.

There is no substantial danger.

Every time he goes on a mission, he is also in the rear.

This time is no exception.

He poured the blood in front of him on his body. The "residue" on his neck was like a sponge, absorbing the blood. Then, waves of human voices came from his ears—

"I'm willing to bear everything for them."

"I would like their years to be safe."

"I'm willing to carry the burden for them."

"I can't make any more assurances for everyone."

"Because, I don't know if I can survive."

"But if I survive, I will try my best to protect you, as my comrades-in-arms, your friends and relatives, treat them as your friends and relatives."

"I, swear!"

...

A powerful oath.

Let Sivarka confirm the information sent.

There was civil strife in the "Qingye Secret Practice".

A coincidence?

At this time.

Sivarka pondered in her heart, but she was dissatisfied with the speed in her hand. She picked up the quill, signed her name on the document in front of her, and made a regular oath: "I swear with the majesty of the crown, and everything I hear is true."

"Deacon Sivarka, thank you for everything you have done for everyone."

An ordinary deacon bowed and left quickly with the documents.

Sivarka knew exactly what would happen next.

The Temple of War will not miss such an opportunity.

Those guys will definitely be strangled.

No!

It should be strangled half of it!

Only in this way can the remaining half arouse hatred.

Hatred can blind people's eyes.

Even if there are some tricks, it will turn a blind eye to it.

And for the sake of safety, the Secret Hall will send enough hidden deacons to disguise themselves as snakes to perform such tasks.

Fight with the clam to make a profit!

"really……"

"The rumors are true!"

Sivarka's heart was beating rapidly.

He didn't think specifically about what he imagined.

Even such thoughts did not appear.
To be continued...