Chapter 1837 Choice

Edson and Horuf stood side by side in the shadows.

In front of them was a stone alley, and at the end of the alley was the temple of Lady Disaster.

Usually this place is always covered with sewage and mud.

Even if several priests in the temple clean it every day, it is difficult to keep it clean.

But now?

Not only was it clean, but it was also full of devout people.

Everyone was so pious, kneeling on their knees, clasping their hands, and chanting.

It seems that I have forgotten the fear and disgust I feel every time I pass by this place.

"People are always realistic."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Horuf's eyes.

As a demon hunter, he has experienced this kind of thing countless times. Different people have experienced the same thing. If the demon hunter's belief was not strong enough, it would have collapsed long ago.

However, there is still some room for complaint.

Witchers are not saints.

To a certain extent, they are just a bunch of poor guys.

Who would want to become a witcher if they didn't lose something important?

Even many demon hunter parents would consider sending their children to ordinary people's homes.

Unfortunately, they ultimately failed to do so.

Reluctant to part with it.

Blood is, after all, thicker than water.

Also, even in ordinary people's homes, they will encounter dangers.

Evil monsters are not picky eaters.

If you encounter it, it will not end well.

It is better to stay by your side and learn enough self-protection skills.

Then, wait until adulthood before making the decision.

Of course, every adult descendant of a witcher has basically become a witcher.

Influenced by what we hear and see, young people always follow the path of their parents.

It's undeniable that some rebellious guys always find this cool.

Then, he was beaten up by his own parents and still refused to repent.

"Human beings are inherently contradictory."

"It's not just them."

"Same for us."

Edson sighed.

After decades of imprisonment, this old demon hunter has a tenacity and open-mindedness that other demon hunters don't have. When he saw the scene in front of him, apart from emotion, there was no sarcasm.

In other words, this old demon hunter is more concerned about other things.

His eyes looked toward the end of the temple.

There……

Everything remains the same.

Several priests were confused and surprised by the situation in front of them, and did not have any countermeasures.

The statues in the temple have no brilliance at all and need someone to wipe away the dust on them.

"Nothing has changed."

"That one is really...hey."

Horuf also saw the scene in front of him and couldn't help but shook his head.

There is an example of the 'Black Catastrophe'. When the temple of 'Ms. Calamity' was first built, it was crowded with people.

But as time went by, people soon discovered the difference in this woman.

Believers who don’t respond to themselves.

Not to mention giving strength to believers.

Even the statue made for her doesn't have the 'divine glory' it deserves.

Initially, people only thought this was a test for the 'Lady Calamity'.

But one year, two years and three years passed.

Everything is still the same.

‘Ms. Disaster’ didn’t even look at her followers.

Looking back at the 'War Temple', a new group of believers have completed their baptism and gained power that ordinary people do not have.

In contrast, the temple of 'Lady Calamity' began to decline in the fifth year.

Coupled with the push from behind, soon there were only a few truly devout believers left here. They had no power and could only act as handymen. It was precisely because of this that they could exist.

Ten years later, people's feelings towards the 'Ms. Disaster' were only filled with fear and disgust.

If this 'plague' hadn't struck, people would have just continued their attitudes.

finally?

After two or three generations, the 'Ms. Disaster' will be 'characterised'.

If you want to turn over again, it will be extremely difficult.

There is no doubt that this is what the ‘War Temple’ wants to see.

But it ultimately failed.

The plague strikes again.

Moreover, it still broke out in the cathedral of the Temple of War.

People gathered in front of Lady Calamity's church to pray.

Although the lady didn't and wouldn't pay attention, as death comes, it will only bring more and more people here.

Horuf can already imagine such a scene.

He had no idea about this.

Whether it is the 'God of War' or the 'Ms. Disaster', they are both dangerous in the eyes of this retired old demon hunter.

The ‘divine duties’ of the two are enough to explain everything.

The former needs to continuously launch ‘wars’ in order to become stronger day by day.

Peace?

Doesn't exist.

And the latter?

It is even more dangerous.

Compared to the 'God of War' who has joy, anger, sorrow and joy, the latter is like a 'beast'. Until now, he can only 'hibernate' in the south according to instinct. He does not have any divine ability, but he has similar strength.

Of course, the other party was not like this at first.

The opponent who was first born, like the 'God of War', had normal human-like emotions and could move at will.

But when the witcher gets involved, everything changes.

The leader of the Wolf Faction.

At the cost of her own life and a demon hunter heritage artifact, the lady became what she is now.

Similarly, the southern congressmen of the 'Secret Order of Silent Night' were also implicated.

Naturally, this situation cannot be permanent.

But there is still no problem in maintaining it for a hundred years.

Horuf knew this.

Edson knew this too.

They came here today just for further investigation.

This is the order of the snake sect heir.

The heir to the Serpent Faction needed to know the exact news about the plague.

In fact, the two of them would come without Kieran's orders.

No one will be careless in the face of the plague.

"That lady is still in a 'beast' state. If more people gather here, it will only cause unnecessary trouble."

"If a plague breaks out..."

"Only more people will die!"

Horuf, who had personally experienced the 'Black Disaster', became worried.

"Then do you want to persuade them?"

Edson asked.

Suddenly, Horuf smiled bitterly.

persuade?

Then you have to listen.

He can guarantee that if he really tried to persuade her, he would definitely be kicked out by a group of 'devout Lady Disaster believers'.

How many bad-tempered people have you met?

Then he would be beaten up by a group of people.

"Let's go."

"Go find Colin."

"He should have a better way of dealing with it."

Edson said, walking towards the camp of the 'Mist' Church.

Horuf glanced at the gathering of people again, finally sighed and followed.

…

Temple of War, Cathedral.

The dinner went on in a depressingly silent atmosphere.

thump!

Suddenly, a deacon who was drinking soup fainted and fell to the ground.

The spoon fell to the ground with a crunching sound, making an even louder crunching sound.

It's like dropping a pebble into a calm lake.

boom!

Everyone in the cafeteria quickly covered their mouths and noses, and avoided the deacon as if to avoid him.

But one person is different.

When everyone is dodging.

A man rushed over.

Gino!

This young knight gradually gained reputation in the Temple of War and was recognized by many people.

I saw him helping the deacon who was in a semi-conscious state.

"can you hear me?"

Gino asked in a low voice.

"Yes, yes."

"I'm fine."

"No, don't burn me to death."

The deacon was very weak and his mind was a little confused, but his survival instinct allowed him to express his thoughts clearly.

"Do not worry."

"You won't get burned."

Gino promised.

Then, he picked him up by the waist and rushed towards a corner room of the cathedral.

Everyone got out of the way in fear.

But when they saw the back of the Mercedes-Benz, they all showed complicated expressions.

admire?

some.

ridicule?

There are some.

Disdain?

There are still some.

People are always so complicated.

These guys are, and so is Gino.

As the culprit who caused all this, his guilt completely broke out after the Privy Councilor ordered the people infected with the plague to be burned to death.

I just want to live!

He kept telling himself.

Then pray to the Privy Councilor to take care of those who are infected with the plague.

Atonement?

Can't say.

But Gino knew it would make him feel better.

Moans and murmurs filled this corner.

This place used to be one of the supply warehouses of the Temple of War. At this time, Gino asked for it and became a temporary care center.

There were nearly a hundred people inside.

Plus this one he's holding...

One hundred, right?

Gino thought to himself.

He did not count the specific number of people because he was worried about the reduction of these numbers.

Squeak.

The heavy wooden door opened.

A few people who were still awake in the warehouse raised their heads, and when they saw Gino walking in with a man in his arms, they had expressions of gratitude on their faces.

Gino smiled.

Then, immediately lower your head.

He didn't dare to look directly at such gratitude.

After arranging the person in his arms to a bed, Gino immediately began to check and take care of the remaining people.

Only in this way can his guilt be alleviated.

"Thanks."

"Thank you, Geno Knight."

Everyone who was cared for by Gino would say thank you as long as they were conscious.

Whether they are noble priests, ordinary deacons or knights, they will all express their sincere thanks.

Nothing false.

Because they knew that it was the young man in front of them who saved them from being burned alive.

Every thank you was like a needle pricking into Gino's heart.

He found it difficult to breathe.

To do this, he had to do more.

Then more thanks came.

He strives again to care for more people.

It's like a vicious cycle.

Of course, only Gino knows.

other people?

They seemed to see a real knight.

He has noble qualities, just like the knights in biographical novels.

The moonlight shot in from outside the window, and a layer of noble brilliance appeared on the other party's body.

Several priests who watched all this silently looked at each other and sighed softly.

"Compared to him, we are really despicable."

The priest said this.

No one refuted. The younger priest wanted to refute, but his lips moved slightly and he just said, "This is the order of the Privy Councilor."

They are the guards.

Motor agreed to Gino's request, but that didn't mean that the Privy Councilor didn't take any precautions.

The other party knew very well how terrifying these people infected with the plague were.

A little carelessness can be a disaster.

Therefore, necessary measures are inevitable.

Similarly, some hidden commands are also necessary.

For example: If an infected person leaves without permission, they will be killed without mercy.

However, this does not mean that the Privy Council is not actively seeking solutions.

You know, these are His Majesty's important properties.

As His Majesty's most loyal believer, he will definitely protect these properties.

Therefore, from the moment the plague broke out, the Privy Councilor began to communicate with his subordinates.

As for the result?

Just look at the warehouses where the number of infections is increasing.

The ‘God of War’, this god’s authority is destined to make it impossible for the other party to fight against the ‘plague’ in a true sense, unless more power is spent to drive away the ‘plague’.

Can……

That's just a drop in the bucket.

A few people are okay.

Want to ‘gift’ all believers?

Totally impossible!

In fact, not to mention all believers, even the clergy in the Cathedral of Etantino, cannot be completely enveloped by His grace.

More importantly, with the emergence of the 'plague', the 'beast'-like opponent became ready to move again.

‘Trick’, ‘Conspiracy’, ‘Destruction’!

Motor could clearly hear the roar beneath his head.

There is no doubt that this is the work of that person.

After they chose to join forces, the other party began to attack without hesitation.

Otherwise, what else could it be?

It's all such a coincidence.

After the explosion in Cheka Bay, King Attantine VI fell ill, and then came the plague in the Temple of War, one after another, one after another, making people unable to cope with it, as if someone was arranging everything. General.

"Are there any of that 'spies' around us?"

Motor guessed.

Although their alliance is not absolutely hidden, it is not something that ordinary people can know about.

And just as the Privy Councilor began to guess who the spy was, there was a knock on the door.

Yes, Cabio.

The bishop in charge of the ‘Dark Church’.

Another identity is the deputy director of the ‘Holy Inquisition’.

Who is the director?

Besides Motor, who else could it be?

Cabio, who was wearing a black robe, had a slightly old face, but particularly sharp eyes, said simply as soon as he walked in.

"My lord, you are too kind."

A sentence without beginning or end.

Motor knew what it was.

"Gino is a talent."

“But we can’t afford to lose the big for the small.”

"Besides, who can guarantee that the warehouse is safe?"

"Don't forget they breathe the same air as us!"

"It's safest to burn it."

After Cabio finished speaking in a calm voice, he looked straight at Motor.

After a few seconds, the Privy Councilor sighed.

"Leave it to you, Cabio."

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

With a bow, Cabio turned and left.

Looking at Cabio's disappearing back, the Privy Councilor sighed again.

"Sorry, kid."

"All this is for the glory of my Lord!"