Adults, calm down.

The candlesticks on both sides of the corridor were extinguished at some point, and the light of [Heaven] spread inward. The silver-haired young man walked in with a bow, and his eyes quickly swept through the house. He quickly found the target.

The arrow pointed forward, his left eye narrowed slightly. His black pupils reflected a cold light, and an arrow pierced the sky!

“——”

The Bloodline hid in the corner and wailed miserably, rolling on the ground in pain. His heartbeat kept speeding up, almost squeezing his chest. The parasitic sphere below turned around and suddenly expanded, and Canaan pierced the device with an arrow. The man immediately collapsed on the ground, blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.

Canaan walked indifferently over the corpses and quickly found the entrance under the guidance of Heaven.

Going down directly was too slow, so the priest shot an arrow to open the entrance. Flower vines formed a staircase downwards, illuminating the underground.

The pollution concentration here is extremely high, and many terrible pollutants are placed to defend against foreign enemies. However, the pollutants that use pollution as the source of action have no power to resist in front of [Heaven]. Many debris fell to the ground when the thin flower vines passed by.

The bloodline followers following him were somewhat embarrassed, especially Charles. He had never expected that this seemingly weak kid was actually so strong, and that he could attack alone. How could the bloodline followers save their faces?

He waved his hand, signaling the people behind to hurry up, and coughed, "Canaan, the craftsmen and the Black Mist believers have joined forces, and it may be very dangerous next. The bloodline people go first, you are the priest, and then-"

Before he could even say the word "go", the silver-haired young man suddenly narrowed his eyes and shot an arrow forward without hesitation. The arrow collided with something, and the latter emerged from the black mist and rushed towards the young man with all its strength. Canaan dodged it and opened up [Heaven] to the maximum without blinking.

Holy hymns suddenly rose up, triggering the deepest resonance in people's hearts. The attackers' hostility was dissipated, and they only felt that the person in front of them was holy and dignified, shining in the darkness.

This thought flashed through his mind, and the next second countless flower vines entangled him. The peace of returning to his mother's arms made the enemy completely give up resistance. He closed his eyes slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He looked weird and holy under the clusters of flower vines.

Canaan finally found the time to turn around and look at Charles: "From now on?"

The corners of Charles' mouth twitched, and he changed his tone abruptly: "...The road ahead will definitely be safe. The Holy Son of the Church is quite capable, haha."

"Thank you."

The silver-haired young man thanked him politely, looked away and continued walking forward.

With his assistance, the clearing operation went extremely smoothly.

Charles once suspected whether the opponent's bloodline was mentally controlled. He had been fighting for more than 20 years and had never encountered a more bizarre scene than today.

The priest led the way, and the bloodline followed behind; when he encountered danger, before he could show his power, the battle was over. He finally found an opportunity to attack, but the enemies all stood still, like fools, not knowing what to do but running away, with strange and happy smiles on their faces.

The man's scalp tingled as he watched. This ability was more frightening than real guns or knives. He couldn't help but wonder whether he should have established a good relationship with the church as soon as possible.

Under these circumstances, they easily solved the temporary base of the craftsmen. The Bloodline team guarding outside caught several craftsmen who wanted to escape and brought them in.

Judging from their appearance alone, it is really difficult to tell the difference between these craftsmen and ordinary people.

Their faces were poor, their hands were chapped, and full of traces of wind and sun. If you didn't know their identities in advance, no one would notice anything wrong even if these people walked by.

Charles frowned, and saw that the man must have been a carpenter or farmer. He stepped forward and roughly pulled open the man's sleeves, and found the mark of a craftsman engraved on his forearm.

The man groaned and said without hesitation, "Tell me, what do the craftsmen and the Black Mist believers want to do?"

The craftsman was silent for a moment, then replied in a hoarse voice: "We want to save humanity."

Charles was furious: "Bullshit! I led my men to fight monsters on the defense line so hard for the sake of survival. So many people died just to save even one person. The dead in the town could be piled up into a mountain! What are you talking about saving humanity? Bring me my gun, the big one, the biggest one! Watch me blow his head off and see what's inside. Fuck you for saving humanity!"

The man was so angry and passionate that he completely forgot that the elders had told him to maintain the family's image, and he even forgot that there was someone standing next to him.

It is said that the people in the West are tough and swear as well as physically. The heads of the five major families in the West once lost their temper at a round table meeting of the twelve, and the chairman of the meeting had to announce the early adjournment. This was the first time in history that the round table meeting was adjourned because the heads of the families were scolded to the point that they wanted to go out for a duel.

Because of their status, neither Oreius nor Canaan had ever experienced this before.

To this day, he is still in awe of the words he hears. It is hard to imagine how humans can come up with so many swear words.

The scolded craftsman was indifferent, as if a spring breeze had blown across his face, his expression was unusually cold. Charles had already calmed down, but seeing the other party like this, he became furious again. The bloodline person next to him hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully handed the water over, knowing how to speak.

"Master Charles, calm down, calm down. The Son of God is still watching."

Charles gulped down a whole glass of water, wiped his mouth casually, and finally remembered that there was someone next to him.

He suppressed his anger and tried to speak in a gentle voice: "Okay, ask. I want to punch him when I see him. There are really some people in this world who don't know what's good for them. Oh, Holy Son, don't look at me, I'm not talking about you."

The silver-haired young man was silent for a long time before he turned his gaze away from him and looked at the craftsman in front of him.

"How are you going to save the world?"

A surge of enthusiasm suddenly surged across the craftsman's skinny face, and his voice trembled with excitement.

"As long as we can create living pollutants, we can be saved! Humanity is doomed, and the darlings of this world are polluted beings. If we don't want to be devoured by monsters, we must make changes. Monsters are uncontrollable, but as long as we create powerful pollutants, we can rely on pollutants to gain a place in this world!"

Charles sneered: "How is that possible? We can use pollutants because we follow the logic of pollutants, paying a price in exchange for help. If they are alive, [out-of-control] pollutants are just another monster. How to cultivate active pollutants stably? How to convince them to fight monsters?"

"We've found a way!"

The man stared at them intently, his eyebrows raised and pupils dilated. The corners of his mouth raised to a terrifyingly exaggerated arc, revealing his yellow teeth and red gums, and he muttered nervously.

"All the pollutants come from the Black Fog. They want to rise, rise, rise... As long as they get that, as long as they have that! The pollutants will surrender... Ah ah... The Black Fog is spreading, and everyone will die. Pollutants are different! Pollutants can help us!"

The hoarse and unpleasant sound made people feel uneasy. The extremely excited craftsman opened his arms, and Canaan's heart skipped a beat. The bodies of several people in front of him suddenly exploded, and a huge amount of black mist flowed out.

They carried with them an incalculable amount of contamination and drifted towards the Bloodline. Charles' expression changed: "Retreat!"

High concentrations of pollution mean that the possibility of losing control is extremely high. He suddenly grabbed Canaan's hand and tried to pull back, but failed to move. The silver-haired young man stood there motionless, looking at him in confusion. The [Heaven] in front of him swallowed the pollution on the opposite side in one gulp, turning into a beautiful and clear flower.

Charles: "......"

Facing the young man's gaze, the man laughed dryly twice and stiffly let go of his hand: "Back off, back off! Let the Holy Son go first, you are amazing, worthy of being the Holy Son!"

He took the lead in cheering. The bloodline members hiding in the back wanted to laugh but were afraid of being scolded by their superiors. For a moment, the air was filled with joyful cheers.

You bloodline people are really weird.

Canaan looked away silently. All the captured craftsmen were dead, and the rest would be handled by Family A. Charles coughed and said seriously, "Let's go."

Canaan cast a glance at him, and he asked back confidently, "You don't think this is the only one, do you?"

"and?"

"Of course, the deal between the church and us is that we will push all these names onto you, and you have to step on all the points we have seen."

This is why he was particularly dissatisfied with the other party at the beginning. They were the ones who started the fight, but the credit went to the other party. If the support of the church was not extremely important to the West, the three major families would never have made such concessions.

But if it was the one now, he would be convinced. Priests are precious and are usually protected. No one is more ferocious than the bloodline in a fight. Charles' attitude improved a lot: "Let's go, we will go directly by carriage. Let's clean up this area first."

When the silver-haired young man heard the word "carriage", he looked at him in confusion and turned to walk out.

Such a long road between towns cannot be traveled by horse alone, otherwise it would be dawn by the time we arrived. Charles personally sat in the driver's seat and pressed a button on the car.

The devices on the horses melted automatically, covering their hooves and bodies with a thin metal film. The entire carriage was coated with a layer of metal, and the wheels were slightly suspended.

Charles drove the two horses to gallop away. When they started running, countless flowing water patterns suddenly appeared on the metal film. This high-strength compressed metal can reduce air resistance to the greatest extent. With the help of the tall horses of the West, it can go back and forth in the shortest time. The only problem is the bumps.

The silver-haired young man in the carriage was caught off guard and his forehead hit the door frame with a bang.

He rubbed his forehead silently, glanced at the door frame in front of him, and at this moment he missed the profiteer very much. If flying directly was not too conspicuous, he really wanted to fly directly over.

When they arrived at the place, Charles found that the other party spoke much less and acted more quickly.

This guy is really a good person. The man felt a sense of admiration in his heart. Knowing that the other party must be in a hurry, he tried his best to speed up the carriage to ensure that the other party completed the task as soon as possible.

The three major families would have done nothing, but once they did, they were extremely ruthless and caught the hidden craftsmen one by one.

The silver-haired young man followed for several days and decided to kick the carriage out of the transportation system when he returned. But soon, he no longer had the heart to think about it.

As more and more places were cleared, another thing weighed heavily on his mind. No matter which town they were in, all the captured craftsmen said in unison that everything they did was to save humanity. In the last town, the captured craftsmen were particularly crazy. As if knowing their fate, one of them laughed loudly and peeled open his chest, revealing a bloody heart and a ball that was about to explode underneath.

"This is a miracle! This is a gift! Look, this is the son of the future era! You will all see it, in the near future, everyone will see this greatness!"

Amidst the extremely distorted screams, the lead-gray sphere buried in the flesh and blood spun around, with its pupil-like vertical seam facing everyone, and exploded with a bang.

Canaan quickly cleansed the pollution. A bloodline came forward and whispered something to Charles, who had a grim expression on his face and walked to Canaan after a while.

"Some infected people in the city exploded. Fortunately, they were dealt with in time and did not cause much impact."

As he said this, a trace of regret appeared on his face: "I should have discovered this at the beginning. It must be a problem when these families guarded the trial area."

"Trial area?"

Because the third trial was over, Charles had no intention of hiding it.

"The western border land area has always been under the charge of our three families. Before, some abnormal phenomena occurred near the Black Mist Border: for example, a large number of plants suddenly appeared in ordinary areas, and monsters were acting abnormally. We sent people to investigate, and all the feedback we got was that it was safe. But after that, we gradually discovered that the people who had been there became a little strange. In order to solve the problem as soon as possible, we applied to the Speaker of the Parliament and set up the third round table trial in the border area, and solved the problem with the help of the power of the major families. In that trial, we also found out through investigation that these families who had been to the abnormal areas were all connected with the Black Mist believers."

No wonder these three families acted like idiots in the trials in their own territory. It turns out they have something to do.

The silver-haired young man was slightly surprised: "I thought the Trial of the Twelve Round Tables was very important to the Noble Association."

Charles spread his hands and said, "It is important, but it will be troublesome if it falls. But with this level of strength, at most the order within the twelve round table families will be changed. We are the last in the list, so what are we afraid of?"

Jianan pondered for a moment, then said, "Tell me about those families."

"There are some problems with this matter. These families are subordinates of the three major families. Most of them are native to the West and are most aware of the dangers of the Black Mist. They must have encountered something during their exploration. If we hadn't caught their connection, it would be hard to believe that such a thing would happen."

Charles sighed, a look of pity on his face: "The entire family has surrendered to the Black Mist believers, execution is inevitable. I just hope that the subsequent handling will be simpler."

"etc."

A flash of light flashed through Jianan's mind, and he confirmed with a serious expression: "The whole family is coming to join us?"

"Yes, I should have said it before. The families were infiltrating each other, so we naturally had spies. He was an internal member of their family. We were sure he was still alive, but he didn't send us any intelligence. In the end, we had to clean up together."

Charles realized something was wrong halfway through his words. For the first time, the silver-haired young man looked serious and said in a stern tone: "Go and check the bodies of those people. Where are the bodies of all the people we have dealt with during this period?"

"They were secretly taken to a cemetery by a special person... Are you saying there's something wrong with the bodies?"

Charles' face changed slightly, and he immediately started to confirm with others. Canaan waited for about an hour, and saw the man come back with an extremely ugly expression.

If he had stepped on a dog just now, now it was like his parents had died. The silver-haired young man immediately had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the other party spoke: "I found out that the place where we are responsible for burying the bodies is a special area that has been processed by the church. In order to prevent the bodies from mutating, priests will purify them regularly. The last purification was a week ago."

Charles paused, his voice harsh.

"...all the bodies of the executed were sent there, and then..."

“It exploded.”

Even though he hadn't seen the scene himself, Canaan could still imagine what it was like. The black mist produced by a spherical explosion was enough to cause a low-level bloodline to mutate. If someone was caught in such a situation, I'm afraid people nearby would be doomed.

It was his negligence. The bloodline people had gone ahead, and when he entered the noble mansion, most of the people had been dealt with, so he overlooked one thing.

The birth rate of bloodline family is as high as 90%, and the pollution level in the body is even higher. When touching [Heaven], the body is the first to be purified, and he did not carefully check the inside.

Even though those people are dead, it doesn't mean that they don't have balls in their bodies.

He closed his eyes and walked out without hesitation.

Charles asked subconsciously: "Where are you going?"

The young man said without even turning his head: "Go and solve this problem. There is no priest here who is better at purifying pollution than me."