In Karsus' dull, dull and dull mind, the marks on the white stockings that Benson clutched tightly in his palms were the guidance he gave himself.

It was the Holy See that betrayed Benson.

He wants to use the heads of members of the Holy See to honor his best friend.

He knew that there was a patrol formed by the paladins of the Holy See at the border.

When he came to support Benson, he saw those people.

He is angry and crazy.

His ears seemed to be echoing with indescribable ravings again, and only the blood of those people could extinguish the blazing fire in his heart.

The skeletal war horse ran wildly on the ground, sending up large amounts of smoke and dust behind it.

Karsus didn't know how long he had been advancing. A river appeared in front of him, and next to the river was a temporary camp.

There are thousands of paladins from the Holy See stationed in the camp. Except for a few who are on night duty, most of them are resting in tents.

The black smoke from the burning bonfire spread in the night sky, and the sound of the rushing water echoed in my ears.

Several paladins gathered next to the bonfire, with metal wine bottles in their hands filled with spicy spirits. Although the Holy See had many rules, it did not prohibit alcohol. What's more, for those who went out on patrol,

Without the stimulation of alcohol, physical fatigue will soon become unbearable.

"Damn it, the first generation of braves died too quickly. If the first generation of braves hadn't rushed over and challenged the devil in a duel, they wouldn't have been torn into pieces." A paladin took a sip of wine and felt depressed.

Mumbling.

He has never seen the first generation of heroes.

But I’ve heard about some of the first-generation heroes.

In his opinion, you would only challenge the devil in a duel if your brain is cramped.

Another paladin also looked unhappy: "Who says it's not the case? Although a second-generation warrior has been summoned, and it is said that his talent is even better than that of the first generation, he now spends all day in the imperial city, drinking and having fun.

I have no intention of coming out to fight monsters, I’m just a coward..."

They don’t know whether it was because they were drunk, or this was what they really thought, or because they were out patrolling in the freezing cold night, which caused too much resentment to accumulate in their hearts. They did not consider that the current strength of the second generation hero could not be faced at all.

Powerful monster.

They are just venting their dissatisfaction:

"Damn, we summoned the hero to deal with monsters, not to let him stay in the city and play with women..."

"We are paladins, and we have to do the work of ordinary soldiers. This is an insult to us!"

Suddenly, a powerful paladin seemed to sense something. He raised his head and saw the dark figure under the moonlight.

The ghostly figure made his body tremble, and he subconsciously reached out to grab the spear next to him, but soon he felt something was wrong.

This figure is somewhat familiar. Isn’t this the filial son Karthus in the Brave Team?

Although there is a saint in the brave team, the relationship with the two major churches has not been particularly good, but the superficial etiquette still needs to be maintained.

The paladin stood up from the ground, put his right hand on his left shoulder, and bowed slightly: "It turns out to be Lord Karsus, why are you here..."

Poof!

He originally wanted to invite Karsus over to drink and warm up over the fire, but before he could finish his words, the dark spear in Karsus' hand came out instantly.

The gun comes out like a dragon.

The speed of the spear was beyond what the paladin could react to, and a big hole immediately appeared in his chest.

The hard standard armor of the Holy See was as vulnerable to Karsus' spear as it was tofu. After penetrating the paladin's chest, the spear flew straight back.

With a roar, a gun was pierced on the bonfire.

The fighting spirit attached to the gun spread instantly, and the seven paladins around him were smashed into pieces, and the minced meat mixed with blood spread all over the ground.

Karsus stretched out his hand and the spear flew back automatically.

The movement here finally caught the attention of the sleeping Paladins. They quickly got out of the tent and looked at the bloody stains on the ground and Karsus on the other side.

Even idiots knew what was going on here. They surrounded Karsus with weapons in hand, and loudly rebuked Karsus for attacking them for no reason.

However, Karsus did not answer their questions at all. There was only a dark laughter coming from under the helmet, and the voice was hoarse and ferocious.

Dark red flames burned on Karsus' armor, making Karsus look like a demon king emerging from the flames.

His eyes contain endless anger.

"I will use your blood, your lives, and your heads to honor my best comrade." Karsus made a gloomy voice.

These words made a group of paladins look confused.

What does this mean, your best comrade? Could it be that a member of the brave team is dead?

But what does this have to do with them, and why is it being blamed on me?

How can they have the strength to kill the members of the brave team?

The leading paladin wanted to defend, but the furious Karsus gave these people no chance to defend themselves. He raised the spear in his hand high and threw it directly into the dark night sky.

Just after the spear reached its highest point, it completely ignored the influence of gravity and had no intention of falling. It hovered directly in the sky.

The next second, dense black gun lights poured down from the sky like a heavy rain.

Although Karsus has brain problems and sometimes goes crazy, no one will deny his strength.

Once you start fighting, this man will make you understand what real hell is.

The paladin below raised his head in fear, and could only see gun shadows tearing through the air, making a buzzing sound, and in an instant it was like a black meteor shower playing out in front of him.

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That's right, Karsus' move is called Meteor Shower.

Although the destructive power of a single spear shadow is not exaggerated, it is more than enough to kill these paladins.

The most important thing about this move is that it covers a large area and has extremely strong penetrating power. It is one of the very few martial arts that can compare with super-level magic.

Ahhhhhh...

They wanted to hide, but facing such a dense meteor shower, where could they hide? They could only watch the shadows of guns falling from the sky!

Pfft!

Penetrating through their heads and bodies, blood spurted out along the broken bodies. In a short time, small rivers formed on the ground and poured into the nearby river.

Countless lives met their death amid screams, and Karsus did not stop. He drew out the sword from his waist and rushed into the crowd. The blade danced up and down. Those Paladins who were lucky enough to avoid the gunfire could not escape from Karsus.

The massacre of Sri Lanka.

Frostmourne exudes a hazy coldness. The sharp blade easily tears the throat, bringing up the splattering blood. The black armor was dyed scarlet in a short time, and the whole body was wet.

Slimy.

He is like a ruthless butcher, constantly harvesting one life after another.

I don’t know when, Karsus stopped.

There was no one around for him to kill. Broken limbs covered the ground, and the entire camp had completely turned into a living hell.

The river water was dyed scarlet color.

Karsus looked up to the sky and screamed:

Brother, I finally avenged you!

However, this is not enough. The lives of these paladins are not worth the lives of his best brothers. After burying his brothers, he has to prepare more sacrifices for his brothers.

……

On the other side, Qin Chu didn’t know that the blame he casually put on Augustus would have such an effect.

He is looking through this diary.

This diary was obviously written thousands of years ago by Violet, the Saint of the Temple of Storms who is now the Storm Witch.

Yes, this woman is the former saint.

Thousands of years ago, the beliefs in Sky Continent were still quite complicated, with various temples standing everywhere, but they actually maintained a pretty good relationship with each other. Antia was once a believer of the Lord of Storms, so Violet knew Anti

Ya.

The more he looked at Qin Chu, the more frightened he became.

It was recorded in the diary that gods will not give up their authority easily.

Only when a god dies will he spread his authority to the earth.

Only girls with a pure body and pure soul can feel the consciousness from the gods and inherit the authority of the gods.

And these girls have become witches.

Seeing this, Qin Chu was not that scared. What really frightened Qin Chu was the number below.

Just a thousand years ago, forty-nine witches appeared in the Sky Continent at once.

Forty-nine witches means that forty-nine gods have fallen.
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