Hiss.

As the sword of Fao pierced through the throat of the last Sinful Desire Priest, the dusk's light shone upon the Church flag atop Dawn Valley Fortress.

The blood-red sunset stained the golden flag with crimson, echoing with the sticky blood on the ground.

"Ha... cough cough."

Fao's expression remained calm as ever, but the fatigue in his eyes betrayed that he was almost at his limit.

He should have turned immediately to support other companions in clearing the remaining minions of the Evil God, but a strange sticky sensation crawled up from the sword handle to his hand, halting him in his tracks.

Turning back, he saw that the Evil God Priest lying breathless on the ground had somehow revealed his pale, bloodless face by removing his mask.

The dead priest was laughing.

The ugly smile matched his current plight, yet the mockery contained within it angered Fao.

What are you laughing at?

What's so funny!!?

Shut up!

I told you to shut your mouth!

No more laughing!!!

Squeak.

He tightened the grip on his sword handle, ready to plunge it into the corpse — but someone acted faster than him.

Thud!

Splat —

The Berserker's giant hammer came down, smashing the corpse's head to bits, causing red and white matter to splatter all around.

That liquid splashed onto Fao's cheek, jolting his whole body.

!!? 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

What was I about to do just now?

Desecrate the Evil God Priest's corpse?

This...

"Disgusting creature, Evil God's trash! Hmph!"

Fao was confused, but on the other side, the Berserker seemed not satisfied with merely smashing the enemy's head and deliberately cleared his throat, spat harshly on the corpse.

"Pah! Hahaha!"

After spitting, the Berserker suddenly erupted into a neurotic laughter, laughing so hard he couldn't catch his breath.

"Hahaha! Cough cough! Ha, ha..."

This hulking man, standing two meters tall and slightly exhausted after continuous battles, struggled to breathe.

But compared to his fatigued body, his spirit was quite excited.

The Berserker, with bloodshot eyes wide open, laughed at Fao who was standing dazed: "Hey! What are you waiting for? Keep charging with us!"

"The enemy's stronghold is right in front of us, we're so close! We're about to succeed!"

"Just charge in, and it's our victory!"

Hmm?

Fao hesitated for a moment, then quickly became excited, forcefully shaking his head, nodding: "Ah? Oh... yeah, we're winning soon!"

Yes.

Just like that!

Not long ago, they repelled yet another assault from the Evil God Church and even pursued the fleeing Evil God believers here.

The grave cluster.

It's a place befitting the dirty style of the Evil God Church, their classic hideout.

They unearthed innocent corpses from coffins, hollowed out the underground, transforming it into their refuge.

Those filthy people are skilled at such evil deeds.

And now, is the time to eradicate this sin completely!

Evil must be purified!

Evil shall ultimately be completely purified!

As Fao resolved himself, the exhilarated Berserker had already run somewhere unknown.

"..."

The Paladin didn't mind, and instead took a deep breath, continuing forward.

As Fao stepped over the ground covered in visceral debris towards the grave, he saw Priest Lawrence kneeling in a pool of blood.

This old good man always carefully distributing Healing Skill was now continuously pouring Holy Light into an eviscerated Knight, unaware that his eyes had already dilated.

"Lawrence, save some strength! A tough battle is still ahead."

Fao moved to grab the Priest's wrist, only to be pushed aside.

Lawrence's nails scratched Fao's hand, growling: "Get out! Don't obstruct me! I can save everyone!"

Holy Light danced between the Priest's fingers, the excessive healing even sprouting new flesh in the Knight's wounds.

But it's useless, the Knight already died, healing alone isn't enough, resurrection uses Divine Skill...

Fao was intimidated by Lawrence's resolve, instinctively stepped back, bumping into something hard.

Turning around, he found Apprentice Priest Danny's sword handle against his back, showing him a creepy grin.

"Don't block the way."

The young man who had vomited upon first killing an enemy three days ago now had shredded meat at the corner of his wide-open mouth: "You're blocking my way to chase down that Cultist."

Looking in his direction, Fao saw a limping Sinful Desire follower crawling with difficulty among the corpses.

"Wait, he's lost his combat ability, we can capture him."

Fao blocked Danny's weapon with his sword sheath, speaking sternly: "According to Scripture, Chapter Seven, Section Four—"

Bang!

The clashing of steel drowned his voice, Danny's sword handle struck Fao's sheath.

The boy's crazed laughter filled with bloody scent sprayed on Fao's face: "You're talking about the Scripture? Now? Are you joking with me?"

"The Scripture also says, only by thoroughly killing the enemy is the most correct!"

"Now, move! Don't block my way!"

Facing Danny's glare, Fao was silent for a while, then quietly stepped aside.

"Haha, that's more like it!"

Seeing this, Danny revealed a satisfied grin, shamelessly strode forward.

Then —

"Ah!"

Thud.

He was hit on the head from behind by Fao using the sword handle, knocked out cold, and fell onto the ground.

"It seems you misunderstood, I wasn't discussing this with you."