He took the script of an exorcism legend, but became the number one anti-fraud expert.

Along the coast, the thick fog thinned, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.

Not only fish-men, but also human blood.

Exhausted, the guards looked at the corpses of their teammates and the murlocs around them, and panic gripped them.

No one expected to encounter such a desperate situation today.

Previously, killing lone murlocs was an easy task that anyone could do, but today, it's clear that these murlocs are being ordered around with tactical precision.

Many people died.

Several soldiers sat on the ground in frustration, too afraid to move, for they were lost.

Afraid of encountering other fishmen, I just want to wait for the mist to dissipate.

There was a fierce fight going on over there just now; there were gunshots and explosions. It would be unethical to secretly rejoice that I'm safe now, because there must be teammates there also fighting a bloody battle.

But right now we're too busy taking care of ourselves.

Everyone hoped that their teammates on the other side could hold out longer until the fog cleared, giving them a chance to escape.

Just as the soldiers hidden inside the house were on edge, waiting for their chance to escape,

suddenly,

A strong gust of wind blew by.

Then came a blinding white light, and they raised their hands to shield their eyes.

As the beam of light shot straight into the sky like a pillar, the surrounding mist began to move rapidly.

In just a moment, as the mist was blown away by the gale, I looked up and...

Suddenly, they were struck by a powerful pressure that caused their ears to ring, and then everything went black before their eyes, and the soldiers fell to the ground one after another.

The mist dissipated along the coast.

Pebbles were mixed with yellow sand, and black reefs lined the shore, beyond which stretched the boundless sea.

Sunlight streamed across the beach, where frail fish-men and humans lay sprawled on the ground.

At that moment, a man bent down and narrowly avoided the round shield overhead.

With an extremely contorted posture, he plunged the dagger into the giant fishman's chest.

The merman froze, unable to retaliate...

In that brief moment, the mysterious figure who had taken control of Benjamin's body swiftly and efficiently changed the bullet and loaded it into the chamber.

Benjamin had never seen a reload so fast, and he was now learning the movements of his own hands frame by frame.

"Close in and fire," Benjamin muttered, but it wasn't him speaking.

The mysterious person seemed to be deliberately teaching some combat skills, and close-range shooting was the name of the combat skill.

'Bang!'

A shot fired at such close range, right from the fishman's chin.

The giant fishman's brain exploded instantly, and Benjamin watched helplessly as one of the fishman's eyeballs, carrying an unidentified red and white object, flew through the air.

The small murlocs chasing him had all been stunned by the moment Benjamin was possessed. Now he only had to face a few murlocs with weapons nearby, and murlocs with equipment that were also rushing towards him from afar.

Reload and chamber a round.

"Go find a double-shot musket."

"..."

It didn't sound like a command, but more like a suggestion.

Benjamin's body was being controlled by the mysterious figure. He bent over and pushed off the ground as he charged toward the fishmen wielding weapons.

Benjamin memorized the way he held the dagger.

At this moment, he swung his sword horizontally at the fishman.

The speed was too fast, and the murloc had no time to defend. Just as the murloc was knocked away, Benjamin did not retract his hand, but instead swung it horizontally in another direction.

"Whoosh!"

The fishman holding the chain next to him didn't even have time to react before his neck was ripped open by the blade.

Strange, why are these fishmen like wooden figures, not putting up any resistance at all?

Seeing this, the fishmen in the distance understood the difference in strength.

So they immediately turned around and rushed into the sea.

Benjamin raised his musket, aimed at one of the fleeing men, and pulled the trigger.

'Bang!'

Even from this distance, the moment the gunshots faded, the fishman immediately fell forward and to the ground.

The remaining merfolk fled frantically like rats.

The mysterious man did not give chase; he remained standing.

"Do not rely on the heightened senses bestowed upon you by virtue, but amplify your potential, use offense to paralyze your opponent's senses, and intimidate them."

Benjamin finally couldn't help but ask his question:

"Who are you?"

The mysterious man did not respond, but Benjamin learned the location of the sarcophagus.

Benjamin was filled with doubt. Who was this mysterious person? Could it be related to virtue?

Why did he save himself?

A series of questions made him feel even more ignorant and bewildered about the world.

Just as the air seemed to freeze again, Benjamin suddenly felt his legs give way.

He knelt down with a thud, then collapsed to the ground, limbs limp.

Just moments ago, my body was bathed in holy light, but now it has returned to darkness, and even the sweet fragrance in the air has vanished.

Benjamin suddenly felt a pang of disappointment, and a wave of negative emotions began to wash over him.

A sense of powerlessness spread through me.

Benjamin realized that the mysterious person who had just been controlling his body had disappeared.

They came in a hurry, and they left in a hurry.

Damn it, why didn't I leave in a safe place? If there were still fishmen around, I'd be done for.

He tried to get up, but his whole body ached, as if as compensation for his virtue; he was completely numb.

It's like squatting on the toilet for an hour; that weak, sore, and numb feeling isn't just in your legs, but throughout your whole body.

"Mr. Hord! Truth reigns supreme! You saved us! You really are the exorcist! I wasn't mistaken!"

Abbi ran up to Benjamin, who rolled his eyes at the excited Indian man.

His palms were much whiter than the backs of his hands.

Abby gently lifted Benjamin's head with her hands.

Grass!

The feeling was like being dragged along by someone while squatting on the toilet because your stomach was numb.

"Don't move!"

Abbey paused, and he quickly put Benjamin down again.

"Let me catch my breath, I feel completely weak right now."

Abby's pupils contorted with panic; his gaze suddenly sharpened, revealing a hint of unease.

He looked around, and after confirming that no fishmen were still on the shore, he quietly lowered his head:

"Mr. Hord, what do we do now?"

"Pete, John, how are they?"

Abby turned her head and glanced around casually: "Asleep, scared out of her wits by your great surname and performance."

"..."

"Mr. Hodgson, what do we do now? Look at my frail body, I can't possibly bring everyone back. Everyone in the guard unit except Mr. Avery is here."

"Has anyone died?"

Abby stretched out his neck, looked left and right like an ostrich, then spread out his palms and pouted:

"Hmm... I guess they lost a few members of the guard regiment."

This is not good news. A weakened guard gives the monastery an opportunity to exploit the situation.

This matter must be kept secret.

Benjamin focused his mind slightly, and the journal in his mind was opened.

Now my virtues are indeed as I had guessed.

After awakening, 100 of the Source Points were depleted, and now only 43% remain.

Through this battle, Benjamin also gained a deep understanding of his own shortcomings.

He was physically weak and lacked combat skills.

Even with virtues, such a person can only do so much.

Furthermore, there is no benefit in speaking out about the fact that I have awakened to virtue.

The guys in town won't believe it, and they might even cause trouble to verify it.

Fortunately, I fainted when I was awakening to virtue.

So there's still a possibility that this matter is being kept secret...

"Abby, remember this: I am an exorcist. You must not tell anyone, especially Avery."

Abby covered his chest and said righteously:

"My dear Mr. Hord, I am a descendant of the Sikhs, a people of high moral character. You saved my life and revealed your identity as an exorcist to me. Rest assured, even if Avery threatens me with his ass, I will not reveal a single word."