"If you're really 'just', why don't you deal with those nobles and deal with us instead?!"

Standing on an altar, Grush looked condescendingly at the leader of the self-proclaimed 'Resistance', and when he heard this, he couldn't help but clench the hilt of his sword.

"If I'm not here for 'justice', why am I here?" the paladin said in a low voice, his left hand raised, pointing to the altar at his feet, "Do you know what you're doing?!"

Grush asked angrily, for at his feet, the altar had long since been soaked red with blood, and the beautiful flowers called 'Blood Orchid' bloomed in the cracks of the altar, and the wind blowing from the other end of the canyon carried the hallucinogenic powder, which was sucked into the lungs of these poor people who called themselves 'rebels'.

The closer you get to the altar, the more delicate the Blood Orchid becomes, and the more terrifying the hallucinogenic effect it produces!

These popular and fearsome flowers can be found throughout the canyon and can even grow stubbornly in the rock crevices of the cliffs on both sides.

However, Grush knows what kind of harsh environment it takes for these terrible things to grow!

As the name suggests, blood orchids tend to thrive only on 'blood' and 'corpses', and just look at the vibrant flowers around them to tell what has happened here......

"You say you're a rebel, how did you resist?"

The holy warrior stepped forward, stepped on the puddle of dark red viscous liquid that smelled of decay, and roared at the hundreds of people in front of him with a hideous face: "Is this here, by slaughtering your compatriots, watering these damned plants with their blood, and then staying here and falling into an illusion, thinking that you have come to a wonderful paradise?

The sharp words turned into sharp arrows, and one arrow after another plunged into the heart of the leader of the resistance, making his face extremely ugly and suddenly panicked.

However, the panic only lasted for a few seconds, and there was no uproar behind him, and then he remembered-

yes, their brains are broken!

His pale face turned red again, and the leader took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and shouted: "They are all puppets of the pigs, they don't want to join us in rebelling against the rule of the pigs, as long as they are alive, they will reveal our whereabouts, and they will continue to grow food to feed the army of the pigs! As long as they are killed, the pigs will not be able to continue to feed the army without taxes! What do you know?

"Kill them! Kill them!"

Only then did the people standing behind the leader of the rebels respond mechanically, waving their arms and salivating from the corners of their mouths, looking like a group of zombies.

Seeing this scene, Grush's heart was chilled, originally he just thought that these people would hallucinate after absorbing pollen with hallucinogenic effects, but he didn't expect those hallucinations to have such a huge damage to the brain.

According to the information he had learned before, this 'rebel army' had been around for five years, and they had occupied this canyon for five years!

From three years ago, when they suddenly attacked a nearby village and burned it to the ground, it is likely that they had already begun to sacrifice to the demons of the lower planes.

This is what Grush has learned, this group of self-proclaimed 'rebels' slaughtered their own people, watered their blood with the powerful hallucinogenic effect of the blood orchid, and used their souls to please the demons of the lower planes in exchange for power.

These guys thought they could keep themselves in the deal with the devil with a strong will, but they didn't think that their will would be shaken by the time they had such thoughts!

Greed, hypocrisy, laziness, these emotions linger in their hearts, making them gradually become a different person.

They used to be called 'rebels', but now they are just a bunch of cultists!

Grush raised the artifact called [Blazing Sun], and the light emitted by the scorching sun converged on the sword, and he looked at the leader with a blank face and asked, "Are you really unremorseful?"

Today here is destined to be a river of blood, and he is destined to be an executioner again.

Even if there were a group of poor people standing in front of him, who had fallen into this endless abyss in order to rebel against the rotten aristocracy, that would not justify their slaughter of their fellow citizens.

It's just that he wants to know if the person in front of him has remorse.

A glorious sign appeared on the head of the leader of the resistance, and the truest reaction in his heart appeared on his face through the nerves.

He snorted and cursed: "I will never bow to those pigs and you lackeys!"

Looking at the resentful expression on his face and the crude movements of his hands, Grushh sensed the fear and resentment hidden deep in his eyes, took a deep breath, and let the foul-smelling air pour into his nose and lungs.

"Go all the way!"

The paladin gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and charged forward.

The next moment, holy light fell from the sky, illuminating half of the canyon.

............

Rain and blood dripped down the edges of his armor, and a grim-faced Grush walked down the muddy road, drenched in a sudden downpour.

Even heavy rain could not wash away the blood stains on his body, and the legendary paladin strolled along the country roads with endless solitude, and as far as the eye could see, the rain soaked the black farmland, and the dilapidated houses dotted the land haphazardly.

After a few glances, Grush withdrew his gaze.

The castle in the distance was shadowed by the misty rain, and Grush staggered, stepping on a puddle or a lump of mud every now and then, but he walked resolutely towards the castle.

In the pouring rain, Grush could see two men dragging a leaning cow in their arms, trying to get home as quickly as possible, but they avoided him from a distance, as if they were afraid that he would burst out and kill him.

The lonely paladin ignored them and moved forward silently.

Standing in front of the gates of this castle, the two solid wooden gates, which were the biggest obstacles to the attackers, were now tightly closed, and there were no soldiers on duty on the walls, because no one wanted to come out to work in such weather.

His leather-gloved left hand caressed the gate in front of him, which had fended the Sinatra family against several attacks from outsiders, and many brave warriors and soldiers had sunk in front of it.

Even without the moat and drawbridge, the castle has never fallen because of this gate, and even now, the arrow pits and sword marks on it are still visible.

But no matter how old and glorious the history of this gate is, its longevity and its legend will come to an abrupt end today.

Grush silently drew the long sword at his waist, which seemed to feel the anger contained in the heart of the current master, and lay quietly in the master's hand, not trembling because he was about to slay the evil.

Strands of hair clung to the legendary paladin's forehead and cheeks, and the pouring rain could not quench the anger in his heart.

"Holy Light, ......"

Grush whispered, "Do you hear my call?"

A brilliant but undazzling light bloomed from the long sword, the smooth blade reflecting Grush's sharp eyes.

The paladin took half a step back, clenched the hilt of his sword, and swung his sword with all his might, splitting the gate in half with a slash.

Filled with infinite rage, Grush kicked the gate in front of him, and the broken castle gate flew into the castle.

A loud bang woke everyone in the castle, and through the dark corridor, several soldiers appeared in front of Grush.

"Who?!"

As soon as the words were uttered, they froze.

The light converged on the sword, but wisps of light floated through the air, lingering around Grush.

"Get out of the way!" the paladin commanded coldly to the soldiers.

There was a dangerous glint in his eyes!(https:)

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