The world where the Wright Empire is located has a starry sky that is completely different from the earth.
The vast starry sky lingers on this sea-blue star, and twelve bright moons are scattered in the sky, declaring their own territory in the night sky with their own trajectories.
Most of the time, it is difficult for people to see more than five moons through the clouds.
The moon's light is so shining that their huge light and shadow eclipse the stars in the distance. Not many people notice that among the stars, some become brighter, some dim and go out, and some suddenly light up, as if
The lights of the world.
The stars in the sky are like a complicated web of fate. No one knows how the goddess of fate intertwines the threads of fate, and in what way finally displays a fragmented fate in front of the world.
A lie often requires a set of bigger lies to cover it up.
Revealing a piece of truth does not require such a complicated process, and even making a decision can be said to be something that can be done with just a slap on the head.
At around three o'clock in the morning, Mark suddenly woke up with strong heart palpitations.
He instinctively grabbed the pajamas on his chest, and the feeling that was no longer unfamiliar instantly made him wary.
What happened?
His eyes wandered in the darkness, and he was not sure whether to call the night watchman outside.
At this moment, the twenty-sided dice was revealed.
[A high-level (jealous) priest has cast a doom curse on you. As a loser, you try to steal the fate of the winner. This violates my taboo law, and I have automatically fought back on your behalf.]
Mark thought to himself: "This... is great."
While letting go of his heavy heart, Mark sensitively noticed several key words: winner, loser, and destiny.
He began to vaguely figure out the power of this extremely mysterious destiny dice - as the master of the dice, he could lose or even die. That was because his skills were inferior to others. But he definitely did not deserve to die at the opponent's end.
Among the curses of doom, especially when he became the winner in a duel.
Mark added: "This time it is not a Galian targeting me, it is the behavior of the entire [Jealous] Church. If I want to go further..."
【Insufficient strength】
"Where's the [Church of Jealousy] where I confine the excess doom energy to this city?"
【More than enough】
"Then, that's it."
In a warehouse at the port of St. Leiden City, a rough-looking man was leading a group of sailors to drink.
With a tall build of 2.05 meters, coupled with his short, fiery red curly hair, and a huge scar diagonally across his entire face from the left forehead to the right side of his chin, this red-haired giant looks intangibly powerful just sitting there.
Feeling of oppression.
After suffocating a half-liter bottle of rum, the giant man yelled: "I swear in the name of the God of Storms! If you let me know who killed Little John, I will tear him alive and throw him into the sea."
Feed the sharks!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into tears: "A good man on the sea, even if he drowns in the sea, he shouldn't deserve to be so miserable, woo woo woo woo!"
"Boss, don't..." The sailors next to him comforted him.
At this moment, a sailor suddenly ran in hurriedly: "Boss, there is news! The Church of the Night sent an official letter confirming that the attacker this time was the [Jealousy] Church. Those gutter rats tried to use a [Jealousy] ritual
Occupying the body of a descendant of light, it was cracked."
"What? Bring me the official letter!" The big man shouted, rushing forward and grabbing the official letter.
His whole body was shaking with both anger and excitement.
After a few seconds, he laughed wildly: "Those magicians with big light bulbs on their heads finally did something serious. Brothers, copy the guys! Let's just find a [jealous] church to do it."
A group of sailors agreed with a loud voice, but when they picked up their scimitars and guns, they were collectively stunned.
The [Jealousy] church is not an orthodox church that opens its doors to recruit believers. It is a cult that hides and makes crazy troubles on weekdays. Where can you find [Jealousy] believers to come out and beat them up all the time?
At this time, a sailor seemed to have entered a state of inspiration. He suddenly said: "Boss Ren, I remembered it. Last time we did the Nether Sea thing, I had a lot of money in my pocket. There was a boy.
The way he looked at me was wrong, as if he wanted to kill me and take away my property."
"Where is that kid from?"
"A servant of Count Doan."
"Never mind! Smash Earl Dao'an's mansion first!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh -" the sailors agreed. In the light, hundreds of scimitars and short guns were raised high, glowing with a frightening cold light in the night.
It would be absolutely incredible to see this scene on Earth.
In this world where gods are holy and kings are divinely authorized, it is normal. If the Cardinal of the Church of Light in the Wright Empire dislikes the emperor, all it takes is a hint and the emperor will be replaced that day.
The believers of the Church of Storms are notoriously violent. Now that one of their stars of hope has died, they are still not allowing others to vent their emotions? As long as the Church of Light behind the Wright Empire remains silent, let alone smashing up an Earl's Mansion, they can even hit the Earl's left side.
Face, the earl had to obediently send his right cheek up for a beating.
Destiny, in such a strange way, reveals the truth to the world.
When this group of guys, who seemed to be possessed by barbarians, drove a dozen trucks carrying live fish and rushed to the Earl's Palace, loudly announcing that they were coming to "purge [jealous] believers", the nonsense in their hearts turned into
A real crusade against cultists.
"Boss Ren, we were right!" a sailor shouted excitedly.
The light and shadow of the silver moon set off the street lamps of the Earl's Palace, illuminating the open space outside the Earl's Palace as if it were daytime.
The lights flickered a few times.
When light and darkness intersect, the extraordinary beings are fighting fiercely.
The black evil curse's stream of light hit the chest of a sailor wearing short clothes. The miserable sailor fell down on the spot, clutching his chest, and did not even have the strength to scream.
But this powerful [Jealousy] priest was immediately hit by several lightning bolts.
The Storm God controls the sea and storms, and summoning lightning strikes is a good trick of the Storm Priest.
The key is that this time there are more and stronger people in the Storm Church.
They roared loudly, praising the power of the Storm God, and rushed forward bravely.
The storm priests blessed the believers with storm armor. This extraordinary magic formed hemispherical shields made of wind, which were placed in front of the believers.
Although these lightning-shimmering wind shields may not be able to withstand attacks from curse spells, they can effectively resist direct-attack spells.
The giant Ryan rushed to the front like an angry lion.
When he blasted open the door of the Earl's Mansion with the short-handled battle ax in his hand, a sharp pain like tearing was suddenly felt in the position of his eyes.
"ah!"
The severe pain came so suddenly that he staggered back half a step on the spot.
It's only half a step.
The next moment, he was no longer in pain.
The battle ax in his hand seemed to disappear out of thin air.
Only those with the quickest reactions would notice that the moment Renn was hit by the spell, he threw a battle ax that was surrounded by dazzling lightning at the corner of the hall.
The terrifying elemental attack instantly destroyed the attacker's defense, and the guy in the sacrificial robe was hit with an ax in the chest.
The violent ax blade tore through the energy shield in front of the priest, splitting apart the muscles and bones. The impact was so outrageous that the priest was knocked backwards several meters and slammed into the wall behind him.
This move also interrupts the attack of the curse spell.
The priest slipped from a mural praising the glorious history of Earl Dao'an's family. Because the pain was too strong, he knelt down and covered his chest and let out an inarticulate cry of pain.
After howling a few times, he was lifted up by the giant man Ren with one hand.
"Tell me! Who is the guy who murdered Little John?"
"I...I don't know...Ah!" As soon as the priest finished speaking, Ren simply broke the guy's neck and then stared at the [Jealousy] cultist next to him who was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground.
Without waiting for Ren to ask, this stupid guy said: "The high priest of Daoan knows."
"Where is he?"
"In the altar."
When Ren and his men led the way to the locker room, squeezing the informer like a hawk catching a chicken, he was suddenly stunned.
Two groups of people were confronting each other inside.
"Wait! Don't do anything. We were entrusted by the Church of Fortune to investigate the case." The guy in black night clothes spoke first and showed a letter of authorization with the golden seal of the Church of Fortune's slut on it.
It looks like a golden fire paint seal, but other families use fire paint. The nouveau riche of the Wealth Church use gold coins made of gold. After melting it with magic, they seal it and brand it on important documents.
It’s not that this thing can’t be imitated, it’s that other companies are really not so bold as to produce such a prodigal official document.
"We are entrusted by the Dionysian Cult." Another group of people also presented official documents.
Churches in the neutral camp rarely take action themselves, and often hire thugs when trouble occurs. This is very neutral church style.
The locker room is not small. There are three church armed forces crowded together, and the thirty square meters of space is very small.
Ren's temples bulged. He was too reckless to lose his mind and hit the other mercenaries on the forehead with his axe. He shouted loudly and asked: "No nonsense, [Jealousy]
Where is the high-ranking priest of the 】religion?”
"Here." The mercenary from the Church of Fortune pointed to the shoe cabinet, which was not much higher than his knees. The blood seeping out of it was shocking.
