Thanks to the blood of the Adventurer's Dance of Justice, which is said to be full of divine power, the funeral mold was stopped and the ash field was gradually purified. But this does not compensate for the pain of the families of the deceased. To prevent the corpse from becoming a hotbed of funerary mold, the deceased must be cremated and ashes thrown into the sea. There is not even a tombstone, so how can the family mourn the deceased? As a result, as more and more adventurers appreciate the White Bone Tyrant, the aborigines have redoubled their hatred of necromantic creatures, and the number of people joining the army has increased instead of decreasing.

This is not only an opportunity for the military department, but also for the Holy See.

In the capital of Astant, the Righteous Dance walked the road with a smile on his face, while countless inhabitants saluted him. Although the adventurer's face was ruddy, according to some well-informed people, every drop of "divine blood" in the Dance of Justice consumed the combat experience he had accumulated in the past, and his strength declined. In this world where strength is supreme and the strong are respected, there are very few people who can sacrifice their strength and save the public. Because of this, the public's favorability of him has almost risen to the peak, and they are fanatical about wanting to do things for him. Although you can refill potions or repair equipment at a low price wherever you go, the righteous dance music still stubbornly 'trades' at the original price, which is more respectable.

Everyone knows that this adventurer has a noble character and does not value money, so they sigh that he is a true saint. There was a wave of religious belief among the common people, and churches were built in Astant. All of a sudden, even the Knights of the Iron Hoof, who were hated before, were stained with light, and their image was restored a lot. Although its leader, Jonny, is cruel and brutal, his starting point is also to deal with all evil necromantic creatures, isn't he? Therefore, this is indeed a good opportunity for the Holy See to develop the faithful.

However, in the circles of aristocrats and officials, the criticism of the Dance of Justice is average, and even a little bad, because of the sentence that the Dance of Justice once said: "All men are created equal, and everyone has the right to live and enjoy happiness." Although Astant had been cultivated in a more enlightened academic atmosphere for many years, the hierarchy was still insurmountable, and the nobility still had many advantages over the commoners. Some nobles who thought highly of themselves genuinely felt that the "holy blood" did not necessarily benefit even the commoners, and that priority should be given to those of noble blood. To this, the Dance of Justice answers: "It is precisely because everyone is given an equal chance of salvation that it can be called 'holy blood'." ”

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In another city in Astant.

In the courtyard, Jonny, the leader of the Knights of the Iron Hoof, was silently practicing his combat skills, while the rest of the regiment members watched from both sides. He made all kinds of ridiculous and blunt movements one move at a time, but he never got tired of it. Only the members of the regiment know that when this set

+ When used in actual combat consistently, it is the quickest way to kill. In the light of the oil lamps, the shadows of the crowd trembled slightly in the wind.

After playing a set of martial arts, Jonny adjusted his breathing slightly and began to practice again. This time, his hammer turned into a gray 'colored' band of light, as if it were half-melted. The eyes of the members of the group were eager, because the 'essence' of this martial art was the unique 'door' combat technique of the former guardian hero of the Orquila Kingdom, which was rare for many people to see in their lives, and with the fall of the hero, it became a masterpiece. The regiment commander fought with the other party, and he had a deep understanding of this trick from the body to the mind, so that he could imitate the power of Sancheng and let it reappear in the world.

"You're like a sponge. You're crazy about acquiring knowledge, but unfortunately, you can't learn the art of war from me, I'm an archer, after all. When Jonny put down his hammer staff, he leaned against the handsome man sitting by the 'door' and smiled. Masato "Oliver? Quinn, a student of the Guardian Heroes of Astant, is not inferior to Jonny. Although he was dressed casually, he had a different kind of ease, which made his clothes suddenly look good.

After listening to Oliver's words, Jonny rubbed his forehead vigorously, then 'straightened' up, raised his left hand flat, and bent his right arm back, pulling out an invisible bow! His eyes shot straight at the white light, and his momentum was concentrated on the arrow in his mind, which was so hot that it almost burned the air to a point! As he slowly loosened the strings, more than one person heard the rattling of the bow, and on closer discernment, it was from between his bones.

After putting down the imaginary longbow, Jonny drooped his eyelids, still becoming dull, and said, "You're right, I don't know how to 'shoot' arrows. ”

"Already, well, good enough." Oliver shook his head with a smile, paused, and sighed: "Your learning ability is really unprecedented, and you actually know how to combine 'tension and relaxation' with 'shooting' arrows to deepen your experience." I wouldn't be surprised if you were an archer, but you're a knight. ”

Jonny was still noncommittal about this compliment, but said to the group members: "Mortals, go back to your room and meditate." Soon, only he and Oliver were left in the courtyard. He asked, "Tell me, why did your attitude suddenly change?" Is that what your teacher meant? ”

"It has nothing to do with my teacher." Oliver twisted the iron wrench on the index and middle fingers of his right hand, answered casually, and then was stunned, with a touch of coldness in his eyes: "Although I respect my teacher, I also have my own judgment. ”

Jonny stared at the other party's face and said, "Judgment? I can't see it. ”

"You're a nuisance, Jonny." Oliver turned his face away. In the shimmering light, his profile is like a 'fine' work of art, 'shining' a mysterious light on the booth.

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In the front-line barracks of Astant, in a certain room, there was a fireplace that was lavishly lit.

The head of the Dark Church in Astant, the handsome little Rasputin, sat in front of the fireplace, wearing a thick fur coat, not wanting to move, enjoying the warmth like an old man. There is no one else at this time, so his eyebrows don't need to be raised. His short staff, inlaid with the Death Star crystal, rested on the table, alongside the birdcage, and every now and then it jumped, startling the crows in the birdcage.

Behind him was a tall back. It was a knight in solid armor, holding an iron spear in his hand, and the surface of the armor was decorated with hideous shapes, like the head of a beast, and like the mouth of a dragon. The knight stood as majestic as a god, but his countenance was more terrifying than that of any devil, for the devil at least had a face, and he had no 'flesh' on his face, and was a complete skull. He didn't have any eyes in his sockets, just two condensed gray 'color' fire points, so disgusting that people didn't want to look at them. The glow of the fireplace magnified his shadow, obscuring most of the room.

"Stand back, fool." Rasputin scolded lazily, his eyebrows raised. His eyes were originally black, but they slowly lit up red, and finally red completely replaced black. "You're so close, it's making me a little cold."

The knight mechanically stepped back and resumed his original position.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a haggard face entered through the 'door' and bowed, "Young Master, you can see from your eyes that your magic power has increased again. ”

"Stop being a sycophant, Diesel." Rasputin laughed, "What's the matter? ”

"Isn't it time for you to write a letter and report to Lord Deacon?" The middle-aged man breathed in a low voice, and did not rush to straighten his waist. If the ages of the two are 'exchanged', then this scene is very reliable.

"yes, I forgot if you didn't say it. Bring me pen and paper. Also, I'm going to drink coffee, don't 'mess me with random mashed coffee beans'! ”

Laying out the letter paper on the table, Rasputin considered it and wrote:

"Dear Dad:"

"Merry Christmas! Although the festival has passed, and the celebrants are mostly adventurers. From the letter, you know that you are doing well, and I am glad that you and your mother have not quarreled or fought during this time. That's the end of the opening remarks, so let's get down to business. ”

"In my last letter, I said that all of us were forced to live in barracks, and that the 'paranoia' and the 'Saint-Alternate' were about to join forces. I almost made up my mind to leave, but courage welled up in me. I stayed for one more day, and things did turn around - the funeral mold came out of nowhere, crushing the Astante army and causing panic among the countries of the continent. In this case, the 'paranoid' had to use his savior' 'spirit' to eliminate the plague everywhere, but he was unable to join forces with the 'Saint-Alternate'. ”

"The sum of the three quasi-hero levels will be very terrifying, but just one 'elegant person' and one 'alternate saint' can't make me retreat. Dad, I'm not exaggerating in the slightest, because I own the Underworld. My strength has improved by leaps and bounds, this is a feeling that I don't know how to describe, it seems that the theories that I couldn't understand before have been integrated all at once, and those cumbersome spell-casting skills and super magic skills have become particularly easy to use. It's a soul leap! I even feel like I have the majesty of the Necromantic King, and I don't need a ritual or a spell to summon the fire of my soul out of thin air! ”

"Of course, I wasn't carried away by the power. I keep the Underworld hidden, for I must rely on the power of Perls. Although Pers is not afraid that his strength is barely maintained at a high level, the 'barbarians', the 'villains' and the blood 'spirits' all look to him as the leader, and I can't offend the four forces at once. Strange to say, I love the feeling...... This feeling of dancing on a blade! You know, I've never liked adventures since I was a kid, but maybe it's because of the strength of my soul, and I think it's okay to take a risk once in a while! ”

"As for our current situation? In the face of the funeral mold, the countries are 'chaotic' into a plate of scattered sand, and there is no time to pay attention to us. A guy who didn't know whether the baron or the viscount came to the rescue with troops and 'special antibiotics' and 'exorcism disinfectant', and I killed him, and in addition to taking over his title, position, and identity, I also took over his 'fur' coat. We can continue to 'mingle' in Astendt until the disaster is brought under control and this hapless nobleman is remembered. ”

"There is a connection between the soul fragment and the ontology. I believe that the Bone Tyrant, who has lost contact with the Underworld, has become suspicious of us. If you want to do it, you have to be bigger, Dad, and although you may not believe it, I still have to say that I will capture the Bone Tyrant as well. ”

"That's it, the coffee doesn't taste good when it's cold. Sent with the letter is a 'Exorcism Sanitizer', a 'Special Antibiotic' and a 'Funeral Mold', which can also compete through glass, so please be careful when researching. ”

"Your faithful little Gregory"

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