Looking at Hallleka crawling at his feet, Qin Ran frowned slightly.

Those little tricks from [Mysterious Knowledge] have unexpected effects.

Of course, it was not that his [mysterious knowledge] had been upgraded, but that Hallleka in front of him was too fragile, and the other party's "willpower" was slightly equal to nothing.

It's like soap bubbles in the sun, and they break when they pierce.

Such "willpower" is exactly the same as that of a child.

"Is it the secret technique of [Dark Shadow Turns the Moon]?"

Qin Ran did not make any guesses.

Everything related to the soul is mysterious. Even Qin Ran, who is good at the spirit, will not think that he is good at the soul field. That is something that he learned cannot involve.

However, he is not short of similar coping methods: the evil spirits above the top!

The evil spirits themselves are extremely good at the soul realm.

That is a natural talent, which is difficult to achieve even after learning.

It can even be said that because of the existence of the superior evil spirit, he is enough to call him good at the soul field.

after all……

What is the difference between the evil spirit and himself?

No.

The evil spirit above him is his.

And his, of course, is his.

It's really great to have the upper evil spirit check the other party.

Bang!

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

...

The fog giant in the sky has dissipated.

But the prayer for the 'Mist' is endless.

Needless to say, the two young men of Sergey and Hof, even Carl, wearing black armor, prayed silently.

Born in a family with a devoted believer like Viscount Sika, Carl did not dislike the gods.

However, Carl only has a general belief in the God of War.

Similar to the verbal one.

Because, in Carl's opinion, the teachings of the God of War really make him unable to truly accept that family, partners, and friends are more valuable than battle itself. He can fight for his family, partners, and friends, but he does not want to lose his family, partners, and friends because of battle.

On the contrary, the doctrine of "Mist" is very consistent with his ideas.

For the sake of brothers and sisters, I will do my best.

As long as your years are safe, I can carry the burden.

No matter how bright it is.

No matter the darkness.

The moment the flames light up, I will move forward bravely.

While that's just a part of it, for Carl, that's enough.

Because, he was no longer confused.

Looking at the mother standing there timidly.

How could he be confused?

He knew very well what his mother looked like.

House.

Not familiar with the world.

Don't know that people's hearts are sinister.

Even if you like reading, it is just to escape reality.

Of course, his mother is a good person.

But to some extent, it's even worse.

He could completely imagine what the group of people around him thought of his mother: prey!

Delicious, dividing prey.

His mother, who was very homeless but not stupid, should have noticed it.

Otherwise, they would not have cooperated with the "Mist" Church.

but……

not enough!

Both his mother and the "Mist" church were too "weak".

Change requires blood!

Only when the blood is poured out can people recognize and make people... daunt.

You can't do it.

Then, I'll do it!

I protect the enemy's blood and corpses!

I protect my skeleton body!

I protect my mother!

Protect your former companions!

Friends who protect the future!

Guard...the whole of Sika!

The next moment, the former captain of the scout and the current skeleton knight walked towards the "speakers".

Step, step!

The heavy footsteps woke the shocked nobles. They looked at the collapsed Temple of War and looked at each other with a look of at a loss.

Then……

clang!

The sword in Carl's hand has been unsheathed.

The blade flew across the necks of these nobles.

puff!

Blood scattered and the head flew.

None escaped.

Or, to be precise, these nobles tried hard to escape, but they could not escape at all when facing the haunted Carl.

As for resistance?

Even more impossible!

After the bones were hammered, Carl, who had already entered the extraordinary position, was not something that ordinary people could resist.

It was a totally one-sided massacre.

Between the broken limbs and arms, the black armor was covered by scarlet.

Carl shook the sword in his hand and turned around.

The nobles of Sika City who have been paying attention to this place trembled and retreated.

They were extremely frightened.

For the Sika nobles who only occasionally participate in some suburban hunting, the bloody scene in front of them did not urinate because they had to keep the noble demeanor.

Sergei, Hoff was not afraid of anything.

The two young men nodded slightly to Carl, with approval in their eyes.

In fact, two young men were waiting for the orders of Lord Messenger.

For the 'traitor', the two young people also have zero tolerance.

"Did you see the way forward?"

The upper evil spirit slowly walked to Carl and asked softly.
To be continued...