The "Grey Falcon" squad is a special, unofficial force under the Thirteenth Holy Knights Order.

The main force of the Knights is composed entirely of devout followers of the Holy Light. They are well-equipped, work in perfect harmony, and excel in group combat and direct purification.

The "Grey Falcon" is more like a mixed container, accommodating those marginalized individuals who are willing to serve the Knights for various reasons, but whose strength attributes or beliefs are not entirely in sync with the Holy Light.

They could be adventurous non-believers seeking refuge, or young members of the church who need training or temporary placement.

Their missions are often more flexible, more secretive, and even more...dirty.

The adjutant understood immediately and replied, "Understood!"

He turned to Mark and the others, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant: "Gentlemen, please follow me. This place is not safe to stay any longer."

Without any further pleasantries, the team, led by their adjutant, quickly withdrew from the bloody battlefield.

Instead of following Alfonso and the main knightly order to clear out the next undead land, they took advantage of the night and hurried toward a hidden outpost far from the center of the battlefield and closer to the human pass.

The journey was bumpy, and the dampness of the swamp and the fatigue after the battle lingered in everyone's hearts.

Inside the carriage, Ruby's pale face was filled with struggle and confusion.

She looked out of the carriage at Enzo, who was walking alongside the convoy, wearing dark armor with flowing lava patterns.

He glanced again at Monica, who was almost blending into the shadows.

Finally, his gaze fell on Mu, who had transformed back into a slime and was emitting a strange, seven-colored black light that was neither god nor demon.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she asked the adjutant sitting on the carriage shaft, her voice trembling slightly.

“My lord…I…I have a question.” Ruby mustered her courage. “Commander Alfonso…why was he able to accept…”

She hesitated before choosing her words, pointing to Enzo and the others.

"Accept them? Their power... and Little M... devoured... that was clearly..."

The word "blasphemy" rolled on her tongue, but she ultimately didn't dare to say it aloud; her eyes were filled with confusion at the impact on the foundation of her faith.

She could understand the fact that the leader had accepted Mark's squad before, but last night, Little M devoured the avatar of the Seraphim she had summoned!

The adjutant didn't turn around, his gaze still warily scanning the swamp in the night, his voice calm and even:

“Miss Ruby, do you think that the divinity of those gods who eventually fell into the abyss was completely corrupted before they fell into the abyss?”

"And those abyssal demons who eventually manage to enter the Pure Land of Heaven, did a glimmer of light ever shine in their hearts, a light that even the abyss could not completely extinguish?"

Ruby was stunned.

The fall of the gods? Abyssal monsters entering heaven?

This was completely beyond the scope of the doctrines she accepted, and incompatible with her understanding of the dualistic world where "holy light is purity and heresy is evil."

Or perhaps she had never thought about these questions before.

She attributed in her heart all the gods in the scriptures who rose from the abyss into the kingdom of God to the influence of the Holy Light.

As for the gods who willingly succumbed to depravity and entered the abyss, well…

She tried to think about the deeper meaning behind the adjutant's words, but she only felt that her thoughts were sinking into a quagmire, and the more she struggled, the more confused she became.

In the end, she could only lower her head blankly, trying to understand this overly obscure answer in her own way.

Perhaps, Captain Alfonso had deeper considerations?

Perhaps existence itself is justified?

She forced herself to accept this vague fact.

Kyle remained silent the whole time.

He heard Ruby's question and the adjutant's answer.

He opened his eyes, his gaze falling on Mark with an almost rock-solid determination.

He recalled the moment Mark rescued him from dire straits, and the helping hand he extended without hesitation.

When Little M devoured the twisted seraphic clone, he was indeed shocked, as if his faith had been brutally shattered.

But at this moment, the turmoil in his heart had subsided.

“Ruby,” Kyle’s voice was low and steady, with a certainty that came from careful consideration, “what we saw was that body, utterly corrupted and desecrated by the Grey Giant. What Little M did was perhaps not to devour holiness, but rather… to purify that defiled vessel and prevent the spread of deeper evil.”

He paused, then looked at Mark.

"I trust the Mark brothers' judgment. Since Osborne, his choices have never truly disappointed us."

In his words, trust had long since outweighed the initial doubt.

Traveling through the night, the exhausted team finally arrived at their destination before dawn.

A campsite converted from an abandoned outpost, hidden in a mountain valley near the pass.

The camp was small and its facilities were simple but complete. The air was filled with the distinctive smells of sweat, leather, and herbs typical of adventurer camps.

The "Grey Falcon" team is already waiting here.

As soon as the adjutant arrived, he immediately gathered everyone together.

The atmosphere at the camp instantly became subtle when he introduced the new member.

"This is the Mark brothers, high-ranking clergymen, and next to them is his partner, Little M. These are the Enzo brothers, Miss Monica, and Miss Anna. This is Captain Kyle, a high-ranking clergyman, and his high-ranking Sister Blazing Flame, Miss Ruby."

The adjutant's voice echoed clearly throughout the camp.

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd naturally dispersed.

Several young people dressed relatively well, with the emblem of the Holy Light Church or family crests on their armor.

They were clearly from the Holy City, sent there by their families as "second-generation saints" to gain prestige or experience.

Upon hearing the adjutant's introduction, their eyes lit up, and they immediately gathered around Kyle and Ruby with great enthusiasm.

Even if some of them did not graduate from the Holy City Monastery, they had long heard of Kyle and Ruby's great reputation.

After all, these two are considered the most outstanding cultivators in the Holy City in the past two years.

"Brother Kyle! It really is you! I didn't expect you to come to 'Grey Falcon'!" a round-faced young man said excitedly.

"Miss Ruby, are you feeling better? We brought the best recovery potions from the Holy City!"

"With Captain Kyle in charge, this mission is definitely going to be a sure thing!"

They chatted warmly, their words filled with recognition of their own people and admiration for Kyle's strength, subtly drawing Kyle and Ruby into their Holy Light clique.

As for Mark, who was also a clergyman, they subconsciously ignored him.

After all, a priest whose name they had never heard of before could not possibly be from the Holy City.

He must be from some small rural place, so his abilities are probably not that great.

Of course, even the ten apprentice knights, including Oak, were subconsciously ignored by these people. In their view, these knights, who could only fight alongside the legion, would never be able to integrate into their circle in the future!

On the other side of the camp, several figures with mixed auras, wearing various leather or chainmail armor, and with eyes as sharp as hawks, nodded to Enzo, Monica, and Anna, and some even took the initiative to speak to them.

"Hey bro, that lava armor you're wearing is awesome! What race are you? I've never seen anything like it before!" A burly man with a scar on his face gestured with his chin toward Enzo.