A ragged woman with messy hair pounced on the corpse, touching her son's face and looking at the eyes that could no longer regain clarity, tears streaming down her eyes.

"Diro, wake up, don't scare your mother! Diro......"

The aristocrat looked at the 'mother' angrily and snorted coldly: "Okoro, bring the money! What are you crying about, just want money, give her five ...... No, four silver coins!

The nobleman's butler took out the money bag and handed the four silver coins to his master, and then the 'noble lord' threw the money into a pool of blood, "Take the money and get out of the way!"

The woman slowly raised her head, neither sad nor happy, her eyes were hollow, her face was covered with blood, and her appearance made the nobleman's heart beat in horror.

"Don't get out of here!" exasperated the nobleman.

"You killed Jerry and took Diro away from me......"

Grush's heart jumped suddenly, his eyes widened, and he reached out to push away the crowd in front of him, "Get out of the way!"

The woman's face slowly became hideous, and the nobleman was startled and exclaimed, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to curse you......" The woman stood up and threw herself forward, screaming —

"I'm going to kill you!!"

Grush reached for the woman's collar and he rushed out of the crowd, he caught it, but ......

He stared blankly at the tips of the swords at his hand, the mother's head had been cut off and fell to the ground, and landed beside her son, as if to fall into an eternal sleep with him.

But that young man's eyes were hollow, and that mother's face was hideous, where did she look like she was sleeping peacefully?

Grush, clutching the clothes of the limp corpse in his hands, looked at his hands and the corpse sadly.

Blood splattered on his face and cloak, and he did not have the slightest disgust, his eyes were full of regret and sorrow.

"You're with her, too?!" the nobleman asked in a shrill voice.

Grush didn't answer, he smiled bitterly, put down the corpse in his hand, and put the neck and head of the headless corpse together.

“...... No, I'm not. ”

Grush closed his eyes and drew his sword, "I am a believer in order, an enemy of evil, a corrector of partiality......"

Viscount Eros's eyes widened suddenly, and he held his breath.

"Paladin!" he muttered, and then suddenly a shudder reacted, screaming, "Paladin! he's a Paladin! Kill him, he's a Paladin!"

The knights and privates, who had been following the noble carriage on horseback, also reacted, and they looked at the undried blood on their blades, and suddenly raised their heads, and rushed towards Grush with red eyes.

Grush opened his eyes, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, his face was hideous, he gritted his teeth and said, "I am the Holy Warrior - Grush!"

While!

Grush slashed out a sword, and a dazzling white light visible to the naked eye bloomed from his body!

"Holy Light—"

A white light suddenly burst out, and everyone raised their hands in panic, but after the aura swept over them, they were not injured at all, except for the nobles and their group, whose bodies flashed with red light.

[Detect Evil]!

Looking at the panicked looks of those people, Grush laughed and roared, "The enemy in front of you is worth fighting!"

Under the heavy pressure of the sword in his hand, the rejuvenated holy power in his body gave him endless strength and infinite anger.

The blade of the sword in front of him broke from it, and the soldier's eyes widened in disbelief, and he was greeted by death, the power that came from the heart, from the soul!

The worn-out sword sliced through the skin, severing the connections between muscles, nerve reflexes transmitted pain, and the soldier screamed, "Ah!"

Blood splattered through the holy white light on Grush's hideous face, and the soldiers in front of him fell backwards, and the dismounted knights swarmed up with the rest of the soldiers, but Grush remained fearless.

He took out the copy of the Criminal Code from his bosom, held a sword in one hand and a book in the other, and shouted, "Holy light, give me strength—"

All that came into his eyes was the enemy glowing with red light, and the long sword he had just swung was raised by him again, slashing down at the enemy in front of him!

[Evil Slash]!

"Sanction the evil!!"

White light flickered across Grush's sword, and the enemy's sword slashed into his body, partially blocked by the half-armor, but the rest of the blade was still deeply embedded in his body.

“...... Ah!!h

The arms of the soldiers and knights were cut off by the unstoppable long sword, the upper body of the dead man slipped from his waist, and the fanatical paladin laughed: "Hahahahaha!"

Tears kept flowing, but the paladin was still laughing.

"Kill him!!!" the nobleman cried out in horror from behind.

The soldiers and knights, who had hesitated slightly, gritted their teeth and rushed forward again, this time, Grush raised the 'book' in his hand.

"Bless me, O Holy Light!"

While!

A sturdy shield appeared in front of Grush, and all the attacks fell on the shield, even though in the next moment, the shield was already shattered!

Grush raised his sword, swept away all his weapons from left to right, and then slammed sideways, knocking the enemy in his way.

Holding the Criminal Code tightly in his arms, Grush was already sober!

The fire of anger burned the heart and turned into endless power.

"Holy Light—"

Grush began to charge!

"Stop him—you all fucking stop him for me!!"

The nobleman yelled as hard as he could, but he himself was already slumped in the carriage.

The coachman and the butler each drew a sword and jumped out of the carriage.

"Evil, die!"

Without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, Grush swung his angry sword.

The blade of the sword in front of him broke directly, and the coachman and the butler couldn't even block his blow, so he directly crashed into the two of them's block, and rushed towards the nobleman.

"Die!!"

The nobleman took the reins, and with a cruel smile on his face, waved his whip.

Syllable!

"Wow!"

The frightened horses were instantly alarmed by the whipping, and they raised their hooves and ran forward.

Grush held up the 'book' once more, and behind him were not only enemies and evil, but also innocent people and the two corpses that should be buried together.

"Asylum!"

Boom!

The horses struck the shield, and the shock and pain brought them to a halt, but Grush flew upside down, and fell once more on the two coachmen and the butler.

"Kill him! kill him now!" cried the nobleman as he panicked and clumsily tugged at the reins to keep himself from being thrown out of the carriage.

"Kill him!!"

But he didn't notice that none of the knights and soldiers were willing to raise their swords, and they stared blankly at the paladin and the 'ugly' nobleman.

Grush got up from the ground, he coughed twice, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care.

Once again, he raised his sword!

"Holy Light—"

Once again, he began to charge!

"Do you see that evil—"

All that remained in Grush's eyes was the purple-red nobleman.

He has rediscovered his 'heart', he has understood his 'justice'!

"Defeat him, judge him—"

"What are you waiting for—stop him!!"

The nobleman finally realized that his men were not moving, and immediately ordered in a panic: "Aren't you my knights?!kill him!!!

The nobleman seemed to remember his identity at this time, and raised his hand tremblingly, and the ring on his index finger flashed with a light that belonged to a spell.

The flames burst out in front of him, converging into a single ball of fire.

"Die, untouchables!"

The knights and soldiers behind Grush, whom he had once protected, raised their swords again and charged towards the 'enemy'.

Grush's heart was racing, but he was fearless.

He swung the sword resolutely!

"Breaking the Evil and Slashing !!"