Chapter 102: Brother, I’ve Avenged You!
In Karsus’s dull, sluggish, and simple mind, the mark on the white stocking clutched tightly in Benson’s hand was his guide.
It was the Holy See that had betrayed Benson.
He wanted to use the heads of the Holy See members to pay tribute to his best friend.
He knew that there was a patrol team formed by Holy Knights of the Holy See stationed at the border.
He had seen those people when he came to support Benson.
He was furious, he was mad.
Indescribable whispers seemed to echo in his ears once again, and only the blood of those people could extinguish the burning flames in his heart.
The skeletal warhorse galloped across the land, kicking up a cloud of dust behind it.
Karsus didn’t know how long he had been riding. A river appeared before him, and beside the river was a temporary camp.
There were over a thousand Holy Knights of the Holy See stationed in the camp. Except for a small number on night duty, most of them were resting in their tents.
The bonfire burned, and black smoke spread in the night sky. The sound of rushing water echoed in his ears.
Several Holy Knights gathered around the bonfire, holding metal flasks filled with strong liquor. Although the Holy See had many rules, it didn’t prohibit alcohol. Moreover, for those who were out on patrol, without the stimulation of alcohol, the exhaustion of their bodies would quickly make them unable to hold on.
“Damn it, the First Hero died too quickly. If it weren’t for the First Hero rashly rushing over to fight the Demon King one-on-one, he wouldn’t have been torn to shreds,” a Holy Knight muttered after taking a sip of wine.
He had never met the First Hero.
But he had heard some stories about him.
In his opinion, only someone with a screw loose would go and fight the Demon King one-on-one.
Another Holy Knight also looked displeased, “Tell me about it. Now, although we’ve summoned a Second Hero, who is said to be even more talented than the First, he just stays in the Imperial City all day, indulging in wine and women, with no intention of coming out to fight Demon Beasts. What a coward…”
It was unclear whether it was because they were drunk, or if this was their true opinion, or if the cold wind and night frost of the patrol had caused too much resentment to build up in their hearts. They didn’t consider that the Second Hero’s current strength wasn’t enough to face powerful Demon Beasts at all.
They were just venting their dissatisfaction:
“Damn it, we summoned the Hero to deal with Demon Beasts, not for him to stay in the city and play with women…”
“We are Holy Knights! We actually have to do the work of ordinary soldiers, this is an insult to us!”
Suddenly, a stronger Holy Knight seemed to sense something. He looked up and saw a dark figure under the moonlight.
The ghostly figure made him shiver. He subconsciously reached out to grab the spear beside him, but soon he felt something was wrong.
This figure looked familiar. Wasn’t this Karsus, the filial son from the Hero Squad?
Although there was the Holy Maiden in the Hero Squad, their relationship with the two major churches had never been particularly good, but they still had to maintain a facade of courtesy.
The Holy Knight stood up from the ground, placed his right hand on his left shoulder, and bowed slightly, “So it’s Sir Karsus, why are you…”
Pfft!
He originally wanted to invite Karsus over for a drink and to warm himself by the fire, but before he could finish his sentence, the dark spear in Karsus’s hand shot out.
The spear was like a dragon.
The speed of the spear was simply beyond the Holy Knight’s reaction time. A large hole instantly appeared in his chest.
The sturdy standard armor of the Holy See was as fragile as tofu in the face of Karsus’s spear. After piercing through the Holy Knight’s chest, the spear continued to fly straight towards the back.
With a whoosh, it pierced into the bonfire.
The Battle Qi attached to the spear instantly spread, and the seven Holy Knights around it were directly torn to shreds. Flesh and blood splattered all over the ground.
Karsus stretched out his hand, and the spear automatically flew back.
The commotion finally attracted the attention of the sleeping Holy Knights. They quickly crawled out of their tents and looked at the bloody stains on the ground and Karsus on the other side.
Even an idiot would know what had happened. They surrounded Karsus with their weapons, loudly questioning why he had attacked them for no reason.
However, Karsus didn’t answer their questions at all. Only a gloomy laughter came from under his helmet, the voice hoarse and sinister.
Dark red flames burned on Karsus’s armor, making him look like a Demon King emerging from the flames.
His eyes were filled with endless rage.
“I will use your blood, your lives, your heads, to pay tribute to my best comrade,” Karsus said in a gloomy voice.
These words made the group of Holy Knights dumbfounded.
What was this all about? His best comrade? Could it be that a member of the Hero Squad had died?
But what did that have to do with them? Why was it their fault?
They didn’t have the strength to kill a member of the Hero Squad!
The leading Holy Knight wanted to explain, but the enraged Karsus didn’t give them a chance to do so. He raised his spear high and threw it directly into the dark night sky.
After the spear reached its highest point, it completely ignored the effects of gravity and didn’t fall back down at all. It just hovered in the air.
The next second, a dense rain of black spear lights poured down from the sky.
Although Karsus had problems with his mind and was occasionally insane, no one would deny his strength.
Once he started fighting, this man would let you know what true hell was.
The Holy Knights below looked up in fear. They could only see streaks of spear shadows tearing through the air, making a buzzing sound. In an instant, it was like a black meteor shower unfolding before their eyes.
That’s right, this move of Karsus’s was called Meteor Shower.
Although the destructive power of a single spear shadow wasn’t particularly exaggerated, it was more than enough to kill these Holy Knights.
The most important thing about this move was its wide coverage and extremely strong penetrating power. It was one of the few martial skills that could be compared to Super-tier magic.
Ahhhhh…
They wanted to dodge, but faced with such a dense meteor shower, where could they dodge to? They could only watch helplessly as the spear shadows fell from the sky!
Pfft!
Piercing through their heads, piercing through their bodies, blood gushing from their shattered bodies. In a short time, small rivers formed on the ground, flowing into the river beside them.
Countless lives were met with death amidst screams. Karsus didn’t stop either. He drew the sword from his waist and charged into the crowd, the blade dancing up and down. Those Holy Knights who had luckily dodged the spear lights couldn’t escape Karsus’s slaughter.
Frostmourne radiated a faint chill, its sharp blade easily slitting throats, sending blood spraying everywhere. The black armor was dyed scarlet in a short time, wet and sticky all over.
He was like a merciless butcher, constantly harvesting one life after another.
At some point, Karsus stopped.
There was no one left for him to kill. Broken limbs covered the ground, and the entire camp had completely turned into a living hell.
The river water was dyed scarlet.
Karsus roared towards the sky:
Brother, I’ve finally avenged you!
But this wasn’t enough. Just the lives of these Holy Knights weren’t enough to compensate for the life of his best friend. After burying his friend, he would prepare more sacrifices for him.
…
On the other side, Qin Chu didn’t know that the blame he had casually shifted to Augustus would have such an effect.
He was looking through the diary.
This diary was clearly written by the Saintess of the Temple of Storms a thousand years ago, who was now the Storm Witch, Violet.
That’s right, this woman was the former Saintess.
A thousand years ago, the faith in the Heavenly Continent was quite diverse, with various temples standing tall, but they surprisingly maintained a good relationship with each other. Anthea was once a believer of the Storm Lord, so Violet knew her.
The more Qin Chu read, the more alarmed he became.
The diary recorded that the gods wouldn’t easily give up their authority.
Only when a god perished would they scatter their authority across the land.
And only girls with pure bodies and pure souls could sense the consciousness of the gods and inherit their authority.
These girls became Witches.
Reading this, Qin Chu wasn’t that terrified yet. What truly terrified him was a number below.
A thousand years ago, forty-nine Witches appeared in the Heavenly Continent at once.
Forty-nine Witches meant that forty-nine gods had perished.
Weren’t all the gods in the sky dead?
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