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Chapter 41: Leap Slash(1/2)

Looking at the old man wearing the priest's robes of the Temple of Sin, Horace shuddered all over.

Unlike ordinary priestly wardrobe, this priestly wardrobe has a golden thread embroidered on it.

Among many temples, this represents a meaning: the high priest!

High Priest of the Temple of Sin: Boulville!

Boulville, a person who plays an important role in the city of Navia and even throughout the South.

It's not just because the other party is the high priest of the Temple of Sin.

It's also because of the other party's own legend.

That's right, it's a legend!

When the other party killed two adult gang members at the age of thirteen, they were seriously injured and adopted by an unknown deacon in the temple of sin, the other party's life was shocking.

At the age of fourteen, he was seriously injured and recovered from the first recovery. He killed all twenty people from the gang by relying on the skills learned from the Knight of Sin.

Then, he was seriously injured again.

Everyone thinks that the other party is dead.

But after three days of unconsciousness, Boulville woke up again.

Everyone was surprised by Boulville's vitality and believed that Boulville, who had saved his life, would honestly inherit his adoptive father's position.

In fact, the next two years were roughly the same.

Until the poor deacon was robbed and killed by a group of bandits on his way to the south.

After receiving the news, sixteen-year-old Boulville disappeared into the temple that night.

Boulville didn't know who killed his adoptive father.

It doesn't matter.

Any bandits who go to the south can be killed.

Ten people, hundreds, thousands, and ten thousand people.

One day, ten days, hundreds of days, thousands of days.

One year, two years, three years...ten years!

Boulville changed from a sixteen-year-old boy to a twenty-six-year-old young man, and his name became a terrifying nightmare for bandits on the north-south road.

What every bandit fears the most is meeting Boulville.

Therefore, there are fewer and fewer bandits there.

From the most, hundreds of bandits became few.

In the end, it was even more silent.

At that time, the twenty-six-year-old Boulville returned to Navia City.

Boulville, who was wearing a ragged clothes and holding a rusty iron sword, was welcomed like a hero, but he ignored these things and returned to the Temple of Sin, successfully challenging the then Knight Commander, and then became the new Knight Commander. In the next twenty years, he became the main priest and ultimately the high priest.

The forty-six-year-old high priest.

An age that is definitely worth remembering.

But it is not surprising at all when it comes to Boulville.

Too many merits and too many achievements made everyone convinced the high priest.

Even if the other party is old, the same is true.

At least, Horas from the Temple of Hunter was already shocked.

Looking at the high priest of the Temple of Sin that appeared, only the trembling Horace's mind became a mess. He never expected such a coincidence to happen.

Just when he was about to stand on the other side, the other party appeared!

It's a coincidence.

By chance, Horace, whose mind was frightened, had something wrong.

Horace subconsciously looked at Qin Ran on one side.

"I will forgive him."

"Just as if you were willing to stand on the side of the Thorn Temple."

Qin Ran said in a light tone and slowly tone, as if saying something that cannot be changed.

Moreover, from beginning to end, Qin Ran didn't even look at the other person.

Qin Ran's attention had long been attracted by the high priest of the Temple of Sin that suddenly appeared.

Similarly, the high priest ignored Horace and walked straight towards Qin Ran.

When Qin Ran was about twenty meters away, the high priest stopped.

The two looked at each other, and the high priest's eyes were bright and dazzling. Qin Ran's eyes turned against the previous indifference, becoming like a knife and a sword, extremely sharp.

call!

The night wind blew back and forth, but when it approached Qin Ran and the high priest, it calmed down for a moment, as if it had blown into the bottomless abyss without any echo.

quiet.

Incomparable quiet.

It's so quiet that it's uncomfortable.

It is so quiet that it makes people frightened.

Horace, who was ignored by the two, felt his chest and mouth stuffy, just like he was hit by a hammer on his chest, feeling uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.

Without hesitation, Horas took his animal companions back to a place dozens of meters away, but then the priest of the Hunter Temple changed his face again.

"Go away!"

Turning over and riding on his animal companion, Horas gave the order directly.

Horas leaned on the back of the black dog, feeling the animal companion's departure and the calmness of his mind, involuntarily, the priest of the hunter's temple looked back.

In an instant, Horace's eyes widened.

What did he see?

He saw a sea of ​​corpses and blood!

He saw the throne built from skeletons!

He saw thousands of dead souls wailing to the sky under the moonlit night!

He saw two kings holding sharp blades and wearing bright red, like Shura!

kill!

Kill!

Kill and kill!

...

The sound of yelling like thunder echoed in Horas' heart. The mood that had just calmed down was like being struck by lightning in an instant.

puff!

A mouthful of blood could no longer be spurted out.

"Monster, monster!"

"Two monsters!"

Horace, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, moaned like this.

Then, the priest of the Hunter Temple fell into a coma on the back of his animal companion and allowed the animal companion to carry him to leave.

Horace left.

But more people appeared in the secret.

They looked at the confrontation of Qin Ran and Boulville with interest.

“Is the ‘King of Killer’ vs. the ‘King of Killer’?”

"Funny! Funny!"

"It's the killing of two executioners!"

"Executioner?"

"No, no, the strong deserve respect, they are Shura!"

"I'm lucky enough to see such a battle."

...

In the shadows and in the corners, countless voices were communicating.
To be continued...
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