Chapter 67 An Su: This intensity is considered a holiday in our place
At this time, the classmate on the right knocked on An Su's desk.
And passed a note, 'Liszt and I have become hawks and dogs'
Teammates in the same team can see each other's identities.
An Su turned around and saw the big words "Arthur Sonny" written on his deskmate's name.
It was agreed that all members of the Sun Family are paladins.
Ansu stared at Arthur dimly.
He originally thought that only someone like him would rebel, but he didn't expect that Arthur, an upright knight, would also betray the Church!
[The legion leader is a fourth-level pain warrior, who, together with his trusted lackeys, bullies men and women and wreaks havoc everywhere.]
The result is that the legion commander led the three of them to do bad things, right?
Arthur had never been so embarrassed before. He was always generous and free-spirited, but at this moment he was unwilling to look An Su in the eye.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this.
An Su is his confidant, he and Lister are his lackeys, they are all the same, there is no need for them to act like this.
"I'm the eagle and Lister is the dog," Arthur explained awkwardly.
It turns out that the hawk and the dog are separate? An Su checked his identity.
【Arthur Sonny】
[Title: Pain Falcon]
Painful Falcon, this title sounds quite domineering and cool, An Su thought to himself.
But the next second, he realized something was wrong.
[Identity: Hawk, the trusted confidant of the leader of the Painful Legion]
An Su raised his eyebrows in awe.
[You are a soldier of the first group of the third class of the painful training school. You are born abnormal and have unique interests. You expose your majestic bird to your classmates everywhere, causing painful mental pressure to your prey, so you are called the 'painful falcon']
Are you this eagle?
What kind of weird character setting is this?
What on earth did you do in the personality test?!
What about Liszt? Arthur is an eagle, so Liszt should be a dog? He tilted his head and saw that Liszt was his deskmate's deskmate. At this moment, this guy also looked constipated.
Liszt had never been so embarrassed before. Even though he was known for his calmness and elegance, he was broken at this moment.
【Liszt Munn】
[Title: Painful Dog]
[Identity: The dog that the leader of the Pain Legion trusts]
This should be normal, right? An Su thought.
[You are a scout of the first group of the third class of the painful training school. You are born with a strong sense of territory. You urinate everywhere around the school to mark your territory, which causes painful psychological pressure on people. Therefore, you are called the 'painful vicious dog']
“.”
Ansu was silent.
This person's personality is also heavyweight.
An eagle naked everywhere and a dog peeing everywhere, is this the legendary eagle-dog?
In comparison, Ansu actually felt that his 'bitter confidant' was not unacceptable. What on earth did you two do in the personality test to have the stars short-circuit and assign you such a weird identity. Although Ansu could probably guess it.
He sighed slightly. Being born in the enemy's base camp, all the plans he had made before had gone to waste.
There are enemies everywhere. Once your identity is exposed, you will definitely die.
Now, we can only take one step at a time.
In the game's setting, the Church of Pain trains its soldiers in the most cruel and painful way, but Ansu doesn't know exactly how they train, and the game doesn't show it.
The setting is a very horrific torture.
Because the Church of Pain absorbs pain as energy. They can make their enemies suffer, and even more so their own recruits suffer.
This time, there should be quite a few Painful Esotericists sneaking into the Naraku world. At this moment, the intruders should be hiding in the classroom.
This is a small class, with only about twenty people.
An Su observed the expressions of the people around him and found that some of them showed some fear and panic on their faces.
It seemed that they had not expected that they would return to the painful cadre school this time.
Ansu became more and more curious.
"Don't talk to each other during class."
The iron door was slowly opened, making a creaking sound.
"Your class is the noisiest one can hear in the corridor."
A low and cold voice sounded.
He was a middle-aged man with a cold and majestic face, a shallow scar at the corner of his mouth, wearing a dark brown military uniform with a white cross on his collar and a skull logo on his boots.
[Training Corps Commander: Angelo]
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"Don't whisper." Angelo said calmly, "According to the rules, cut off a finger."
Is it so cruel?
Arthur looked tense.
Angelo walked over slowly, his long combat boots tapping on the floor with a steady echo. He took out a smooth and sharp knife from his sleeve and walked towards them.
The fourth-order oppressive feeling seemed to solidify into substance.
All the believers dared not make a sound, as if the most terrifying memories in their minds were triggered. They all lowered their heads and dared not breathe.
Is it so cruel? An Su heard a painful groan, followed by the sound of a blade cutting flesh and bones being cut. Angelo cut off the index finger of a believer neatly and threw it into the trash can in the sanitation corner.
Fortunately, no one saw him passing the note, and Arthur slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Angelo put away the knife and said, "Let's get ready to gather outside."
In the next day, Arthur and Lister finally understood why this thing was called the Cult of Pain.
How it makes people suffer.
Why did the infiltrated cultist show such a frightened expression?
Get up and tidy up every morning.
In the morning there is a magic theory class, and in the afternoon there is a practical class, with only a three-minute break between classes.
Theoretical courses generally study various esoteric rituals and various torturous knowledge, while practical courses are military training.
This esoteric schedule is accurate to the minute, even the time for eating and going to the toilet is specified.
The second-level believers have their meals from 12:00 to 12:10, and the first-level believers have their meals from 12:10 to 12:20.
The public restroom is only open twice a day, during the fifteen-minute free time at 1 p.m. and the fifteen-minute free time at 8 p.m.
The practical course ends at 11:30 pm, and then we go back to the ten-person dormitory, turn off the lights and go to bed.
In just one day, Arthur and Lister felt that they were doomed.
The other new freshmen who had just entered the school were suffering equally. They were in spiritual pain in the morning and physically in pain in the afternoon. They were under high-density surveillance and control throughout the day, and such days lasted for a full six months.
Tantric followers often choose to commit suicide.
Visible resentment and pain rose up and were absorbed by the magic circle in the center of the cadre school.
To the surprise of Lister and Arthur, although Ansu felt a little uncomfortable at first, he quickly adapted to the high-pressure training rhythm and gradually became like a fish in water.
There was even a sunny smile on his face.
This was in stark contrast to the miserable recruits who were dying around them.
"Aren't you uncomfortable?" Arthur was shocked.
Is my boss Ansu so cruel? "I graduated from the Holy Academy of Glory."
Anzu looked at him with a smile.
(End of this chapter)