The Diocese of Esolas in the western mountains.

Outside a remote and desolate valley, four people in black robes stood on a mountain, overlooking the group of people holding a ceremony below.

These people were old and young, and most of them practiced the Angel Sequence. Their auras were disordered, and at this moment they were surrounding an old man in the open space in the center, seemingly listening to his teachings.

He had sunken eye sockets, a withered face, bony fingers, a crooked wooden staff in his hand, and was wearing a white robe, describing a completely different new world to the people below.

Then, cheers erupted from the surrounding crowd. Their crazed eyes revealed that they had already lost their minds. The entire scene was filled with a twisted and eerie atmosphere.

"This seems to be an important stronghold." 'Black Bull' said in a low, muffled voice.

"Yes, it seems we have caught a big fish this time." 'Red Hat' pressed the brim of his hat and said so.

There was another commotion in the meeting room below, and a group of people with their wrists tied were brought up. They were terrified at the moment and struggled to look around, but the people around them were looking at them with gloomy expressions.

The group was brought to the center of the venue, and then several masked religious figures stepped forward, with twisted chaotic phantoms emerging from their hands. Although they were small and weak, they were deadly enough for these ordinary people.

These people planned to corrupt the group of people who were taken hostage, and then select the lucky ones who survived as their companions.

Seeing this scene in the distance, 'Red Hat' put on white gloves on his hands and slowly spoke.

"Kill them all."

"There's no longer any reason for redemption."

After that, the four of them split up and approached the valley below from four directions. They would surround this stronghold of several hundred people.

In the valley, they chanted and praised the gods, gathered around the campfire, and waved their arms to the strange rhythm. Their facial expressions were fanatical and excited, and they chanted judgment and transcendence with a strange sense of satisfaction and madness.

At the same time, among these gathered extraordinary people, the extraordinary cores in their bodies were also undergoing some changes, and there was a sense of morbid exuberance.

Loran Hill silently descended the hillside, standing in the shadows, watching the scene ahead. A nauseating feeling of disgust rose in his heart, as if he were facing something filthy.

I still don't like this kind of twisted stuff.

She sighed in her heart, put the doll in her arms aside, and then took out a huge silver sickle from her ring.

This was recently exchanged by 'Red Hat' at the headquarters using the team's contributions. It is of rare pearl quality and is a special weapon specifically designed to target Chaos Phantoms, with special effects of purification and soul destruction.

[Pure Moon Scythe] (Rare Pearl): The scythe's blade is forged from pure silver, while its handle is constructed from sacred wood. It purifies impurities and evil, while dealing special damage to souls and spirits. Furthermore, the scythe is engraved with angelic inscriptions, which, when activated, unleash special moves.

Although the contribution required for this sickle was quite expensive, Red Hat gave it to Luo Xier anyway considering that she had saved the Makeup Artist and Black Bull.

"As a captain, I must be clear about rewards and punishments," he said at the time.

So, Loran Hill had no choice but to accept the other party's kindness, but now this sickle is indeed useful.

A roar came from the valley to the west, and then a pale sword light swept across, breaking through the dark sky, and a howl and the sound of fighting were heard.

The battle across the way seemed to have begun. That sound, I guess, was from Black Bull. Loran Hill gripped the handle of her sickle tightly with one hand, and touched the black cloth covering her face with the other. After calming her emotions, she slowly walked out.

Gray boots treaded softly on the dead branches, and she stepped forward, a hint of her indigo skirt peeking out from under her pitch-black robe. The scythe, like a silver moon, reflected the firelight with a brilliance like water.

A dozen or so 'Backlit People' nearby turned around after hearing the subtle sound and saw the stranger who suddenly appeared. Although they didn't know who this girl was, her iconic black robe spoke for itself.

“This… is also here!”

Seeing the sudden appearance of the Judgment Department personnel, their originally enthusiastic emotions seemed to be poured with a stream of cold water. Although they were fervently pursuing the gods, they had gradually learned during the confrontation that once these black-robed men appeared, it would mean slaughter and death.

As an agency responsible for cleaning out corrupt officials within the church, the Judgment Department generally does not take action, but once they show up, it means the beginning of a complete killing spree to eradicate all evil.

“Ahhhh—”

After the madman's emotions fluctuated drastically, he did not choose to run away, but rushed forward directly. The other party was just a person, so what was there to be afraid of?

Some of them held swords, some held knives, and some held axes. Their eyes were bloodshot as they ran across the ground. Their extraordinary cores, after being fully activated, brought tremendous power, and they stepped on the ground like rolling boulders.

The mud kicked up by his feet splashed, and the weapon in his hand made a sharp whistling sound under the night sky. Carrying a mass of hundreds of pounds, he rushed directly towards the seemingly fragile and slender body, as if sweeping thin paper with a hammer.

Loran Hill closed his eyes slightly, exhaled, adjusted his magic power and balance, and then -

The star-blue eyes suddenly opened, a tiny trace of light flashed, and the space seemed to shatter. The figure that had charged forward was directly cut in half, and dirty and thick blood sprayed out like a waterfall.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!