Chapter 1779 Restless Night

War Temple, Dark Hall.

There is no more shining of the Holy Light.

The smell of blood in the shadows became stronger and stronger.

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

Occasionally, screams could be heard wandering in the corridor, but no one paid attention.

Because, this has been the case since it was built.

Coldness is the tone.

Screaming is the remedy.

bloody?

It is the main thing.

Compared with the ordinary priests and deacons who need gentle faces, easy to accept, and trust when preaching, the sword-bearing priests and sword-carrying deacons who belong to the dark church only need two requirements.

First, strength.

Second, loyalty.

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

As long as you have strength, even if your loyalty is superficial, no one will say anything.

After all, this is a world with gods.

Mortals can be powerful.

But facing the gods, there is still a lot to be desired.

However, things have become a little different recently.

Sivalka, one of the sword-carrying butlers, feels this way.

He was not a born member of the Temple of War. 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 he was the only one. Survived.

It's not something powerful.

It's just luck.

The hungry evil creature was full.

He was treated as the next meal.

Then, before the next meal arrived, the team from the Dark Hall of the God of War appeared and drove away the evil spirits.

He was saved.

Moreover, he is also inexplicably able to control the 'residues' left by evil spirits.

Naturally, he became the sword-wielding deacon of the dark hall.

However, he missed his mercenary career.

Drinking is allowed.

You can laugh out loud.

You can bask in the sun.

Unlike here, where you can only face the cold and cold.

But he couldn't resist.

Even if he could use that 'remnant'.

Because, in the dark hall, there are many people like him, and even many people who surpass him.

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

Touching the 'residue' hanging around her neck, the inexplicable whisper sounded in Sivalka's mind again.

At first, he couldn't understand it at all.

He even had trouble sleeping and eating under this sound.

However, fifteen years later, under the guidance of You An Tang, he gradually understood the meaning of these sounds.

They are roughly -

1. The index finger and thumb of an adult’s left hand.

2. The eyes of adult women.

3. One liter of blood, preferably virgin.

After completing the above, you can use the power of 'residue' once.

Cruel?

No.

Compared to some of the truly cruel 'residues' he knew, this 'remnant' was much milder.

And the ability to give is not bad.

Allowing him to hear sounds farther away.

Or, see further.

There is no real danger.

Every time he went on a mission, he was also at 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, bursts of human voices came to his ears——

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

"I wish them good years."

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

"Guys, I can't make any more guarantees."

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

"But if I survive, I will fight to the death to protect you, as my comrades and companions, your friends and relatives, and treat them as my own friends and relatives."

"I swear!"

…

A sonorous and powerful oath.

Let Sibalka confirm the information sent.

There was civil strife in the 'Secret Order of Quiet Night'.

Coincidence?

at this time.

Sibalka pondered in her heart, but was dissatisfied with the speed of her hand. She picked up the quill, signed her name on the document in front of her, and made a routine oath: "I swear by the majesty of your crown, Everything you hear is true."

"Deacon Sivalka, thank you for everything you do for everyone."

An ordinary deacon bowed and left quickly with the documents in hand.

Sivalka knew what would happen next.

The God of War will not let go of such an opportunity.

Those guys will definitely be hanged.

No!

It should be half strangled!

Only in this way will the remaining half arouse hatred.

Hatred can blind people.

Even if there is something fishy, ​​people will turn a blind eye.

To be on the safe side, the Dark Hall will send out deacons with swords who are sufficiently stealthy to disguise themselves as the Snake Faction to perform such tasks.

Competing with clams, the fishermen gain!

"really……"

"The rumors are true!"

Sivalka's heart was beating rapidly.

He didn't think or imagine anything concretely.

Even such thoughts did not appear.

This is a secret hall, just below the Temple of War. Any disrespectful thoughts will be made known to that person.

call!

Taking a deep breath, Sivalka rinsed her body with hot water.

Although the blood had been absorbed by the 'residues', Sivalka always felt unclean, just like when she ate roasted rabbit, she couldn't put her mouth down when faced with the rabbit's head.

After ten minutes of careful washing, Sivalka put on her casual clothes and walked out of the dark hall.

After each successful mission, he would have about six hours of free time.

Of course, such freedom is naturally relative.

At first, Sivalka was dissatisfied.

After all, no one wants to be watched while doing something private.

However, gradually he learned to adapt.

What should I do if I don’t adapt?

Don’t we need this kind of ‘free time’?

Do not make jokes.

He cherishes every moment he can bask in the sun, even the afterglow of the setting sun.

This time is no exception.

Looking at the bloody afterglow, Sivalka fell into intoxication.

Then he thought about the sunrise.

What does sunrise look like?

He kind of forgot.

For fifteen years, except for the day when he was imprisoned as food and saw the sunrise, the best moment he had left was sunset.

Mostly late at night.

Free late at night?

Shivarka smiled unconsciously.

The smile is full of self-deprecation.

He used to like late at night very much, but now, he likes the morning sun.

Warm morning sun.

Warm breeze.

Soon!

Everything is fast!

Closing his eyes, Sivalka opened his arms. He seemed to be embracing the disappearing sun. The monitor glanced at the corner of his mouth with disdain, not noticing at all that because he raised his arms and moved his collar, he didn't notice either. The 'residue' on Sivalka's neck trembled inconspicuously.

…

What does the ‘Snake Sect’ look like?

So far, no one has a definite impression.

However, it is unmistakable that the Snake Sect is also a demon hunter.

Divano knew everything about the demon hunters.

A bunch of ungrateful guys.

He once served as one of the envoys and 'visited' those guys.

The Temple of War does not mind their origins and past mistakes, and is willing to give these guys a chance to change their ways.

But what?

Instead of being grateful, these guys insulted Your Majesty with words.

What's more important is that they were unable to resist such humiliation at that time.

This almost became a lifelong shame for Devano.

However, thankfully, those ungrateful guys were all dead.

With just a little trick, all these blasphemous guys died in an 'accident'. It's really wonderful.

But……

Some of those guys actually survived!

Unforgivable!

After hearing this information for the first time, Divano was extremely angry.

But as time went by, Divano became excited.

At the beginning, he was too weak to implement the plan personally, but now he is the sword priest of the dark hall.

His strength is no longer what it used to be.

He is already capable of facing the snake sect's demon hunters.

He looked forward to cutting off the opponent's head with his own hands.

And just as he was looking forward to it, the task came as expected.

Although it was not the mission he expected to eradicate the snake sect demon hunters, he was still very happy to provoke internal strife in the 'Secret Order of Silent Night'.

Since that group of shady guys disappeared, these sneaky guys in the past have become bolder.

They may have forgotten the days when they wanted to be with the gutter rats.

Now he needed to, they recalled.

He picked up the black windbreaker and put a wide-brimmed hat on his head. He inserted the dagger into the side of his boots, tied the throwing knife to his waist, and straddled the other side of his waist with a silver-plated sword. The potion was It was placed in several specially stitched vest pockets, and then two large-caliber matchlock guns filled with ammunition were carried on the back.

Devano checked in the mirror.

After confirming that it was correct, he turned around and looked at the five people behind him.

The five of them were all, like him, the most devout believers in the God of War. They all entered the dark hall after experiencing unavoidable circumstances, but this did not shake their faith.

On the contrary, they became more and more pious.

At this time, the five sword-carrying butlers were dressed as the rumored demon hunters.

"Are you ready?"

Devano asked.

"Okay, Lord Priest."

Five people responded.

"Remember, I am no longer a priest, I am a demon hunter now, and I must be a companion!"

"And we need to kill the general targets and release the remaining half."

"Three of the five leaders will be killed."

"If Lunkar is found, we need to do our best to eradicate him!"

Devano repeated the order.

The wanted order for the 'instigator' was a direct order from the bishop.

Although Divano didn't understand why the bishop would pay so much attention to a guy who only talked about words, he knew that since there was an order, it must be implemented.

The next moment the sun disappeared, the group set out under the cover of night.

…

Stone has been restless since the sun went down.

As one of the five people who were instigated to rebel by 'Lunkar', Stone has considerable strength. Otherwise, he would not be valued by Councilor Kolipo and be under his command.

As a subordinate of Kelipo, he knew some things about Kelipo.

It was precisely because of this that he believed what ‘Lunkar’ said.

Some of Corripo's actions completely violated the purpose of the 'Secret Order of Silent Night'.

Not only that, sometimes, Congressman Kolipo will do things that harm others and not benefit himself.

Like...

Like a fool!

But can a fool become a member of the 'Secret Order of Silent Night'?

It's obviously impossible.

Stone was puzzled by this at first.

He only thought that this congressman had a deeper plan that he could not see.

However, with the explanation of ‘Runkar’, everything was solved.

Councilor Coripo is not a real member of the Secret Order of Silent Night, but a snake sect demon hunter!

The news was a big shock.

So much so that some people still can't accept it.

Can,

Stone turned his head and looked at the nearly a hundred people in the temporary secret stronghold.

Most of these are their friends and friends of friends.

They gathered before they knew it.

Obviously, it wasn't just him who noticed something was wrong.

His friend, his friend's friend, also noticed something was wrong.

However, no one usually dares to tell the truth.

But after the explanation of ‘Lunkar’, it became logical.

Thinking of ‘Runkar’, Stone thought of his previous vows.

"Wish you all the best!"

Stone, who had already slightly guessed what 'Lunkar' was going to do, was praying silently in his heart.

However, such prayers did not make him feel at all at ease.

The opposite of……

More and more frightened.

"Bill, you reorganize a group of people to arrange the secret sentry."

Stone stood up and said to his friend.

Bill, a thin man with slender hands, was also one of the five people. Without any further questions, Bill nodded and walked out.

Bill is a man of few words.

Most of the time, I won't speak, and I'm used to expressing myself through actions.

Therefore, after becoming good friends, Stone trusted Bill extremely.

He thought Bill could be trusted.

The same goes for Bill.

Therefore, when selecting personnel, Bill chose his personnel carefully.

Long swords and matchlock guns are not a problem at all for members of the 'Silent Night Secret Order'.

Some even brought homemade explosives.

They dispersed according to Bill's arrangement. In the civilian area of ​​Lower Sixth Ring Road, they were hidden in the shadows everywhere, in sharp contrast to the four people guarding the gate.

Torches were stuck in the wall.

The brazier is placed on the ground.

The flame was strong enough to illuminate the building behind it.

‘Stone Warehouse’!

The wooden signboard is brand new and large enough that people can see it clearly from a distance without walking in, let alone a sword-wielding priest with extraordinary power like Divano.

He pulled up the black mask, revealing only his two eyes.

Then, he waved his hand behind him.

Five figures were like civet cats, scurrying into the shadows and rushing towards their respective targets.

Secret whistle?

It doesn't exist for him.

Divano sneered several times and subconsciously touched the 'residue' he wore on his hand.

But the next moment, Divano's expression changed drastically.

The 'residue' he wore on his hand disappeared!