This adventurer is overly righteous.

[You have eliminated the one blessed by the evil god, and the gods rejoice in your actions.]

[Divine Favor effect moderately increased]

[All attributes significantly increased]

[You have killed the blasphemer, and a goddess is pleased with your actions.]

You have received a gift from the goddess.

You ended the scourge of cults; this feat deserves praise.

[All attributes significantly increased]

"So, he's really dead." Kroya looked at the few lines of small words that appeared in his vision, and in front of him stood a skeleton, charred black, the remains of Keane's body after he took a fierce blow from Kroya's partially unleashed Dragon Heart Sword.

Furthermore, the sword that the opponent had been holding had been completely broken into numerous fragments scattered on the ground.

If the sword hadn't absorbed most of the power, Keane's body would have completely disappeared in the torrent of magic that had just poured out.

A beam of light flashed in Kroya's eyes, and the world before him transformed. Crimson evil power filled the entire cave, pure white flames burned continuously, and a pitch-black soul appeared in the air. Countless chains tightly bound his body, with sharp edges and terrifying spikes on them, torturing the pitch-black soul beyond recognition in an instant.

The chains stretched towards the northern horizon. Kroya bowed slightly, paying homage to the power descended from the gods, and at that moment, the Wrathful Sound Sword hanging at Kroya's waist was drawn from its sheath on its own.

A terrifying and somber song echoed through the cave, seemingly expressing some indescribable hatred and anger. The undead who had temporarily submitted to the Sword of Wrath emerged, surrounding the dark soul. In the swirling black mist, Kroya could see the soul's face contorted with panic.

The chains were pulled, and the undead passed through the large hole blasted open by Kroya and began to head north. The night was thick and dark, but the stars were very bright, and the undead seemed to be flying towards the stars.

When they arrive in the land of the dead, the blasphemers will be judged.

High in the air, they turned around again, and the chains paused for a moment. The distance was too great for Kroya to hear their voices, but seeing the movement of their lips, the sentiment was conveyed to Kroya's heart.

thank you.

They must be expressing such gratitude, Chloe thought, a sense of pride rising within her, accompanied by pure joy.

You have fulfilled the last wishes of the dead and received their gifts.

Another line of small text appeared in the lower left corner of Kroya's vision, followed by a multitude of memories. These memories were like books in a library, categorized and placed in Kroya's mind, without impacting Kroya's current memories.

A deity is trying to bestow a blessing upon you.

A line of small text popped up in the lower left corner of Kroya's vision, and along with this text, a dark mist rose from Kroya's body, as if it were about to surge into Kroya's body.

The black mist moved with incredible speed; even before Kroya could react, it enveloped him, and the power it contained caused him to break out in a cold sweat in an instant. This was... the power of a god's blessing!

As the victor of this duel, Kroya rightfully deserves the blessing of that evil god from Keane; this is a rule that everyone within the barrier must abide by...

The blessing has been removed.

Another line of small text appeared in Kroya's vision, and the black mist was dispelled in an instant.

However, the black mist seemed restless again, unwillingly surging towards the Wrathful Sound Sword in Kroya's hand. The black mist, which had almost completely blinded Kroya, instantly entered the blade of the Wrathful Sound Sword. This sword had now become the vessel for the power of the evil god's blessing.

You have been blessed.

Kroya looked at the Wrathful Sound Sword in his hand and felt a surge of thoughts that he might as well just throw it away.

However, Kroya's trust in the gods temporarily suppressed this thought. After all, judging from the contents of those few lines of small print, the gods probably wouldn't allow that evil god to leave a dangerous object by their side.

Therefore, Kroya held the sword upright, examined it carefully, and tentatively channeled some magic into it.

After receiving the blessing of that evil god, the appearance of the Sword of Wrath remained unchanged, except that its aura seemed to have become deeper and more powerful. In addition, Kroya also felt an inexplicable connection; the Sword of Wrath seemed to resonate with this barrier.

The song amplified, the song emanating from the Sword of Wrath now echoing in every corner of the mountain, becoming even grander and more resonant. The poetic magic engraved on the sword trembled slightly, seemingly reaching its peak of excitement.

Please visit...to see the latest chapter! Address: dEqixs.oRg "The essence of the Sword of Wrath hasn't been changed." Kroya squinted slightly, carefully sensing for a moment, then murmured, "The power of poetic magic hasn't been corrupted by evil; in fact, it's become stronger. Besides..."

Kroya poured more magic into the Sword of Wrath, and pure white flames ignited on the crimson barrier, gradually transforming the power that formed the barrier into a purer force.

With the help of the Blazing Sword, Kroya was able to completely control the barrier.

"Because I killed that guy, the control of this barrier is now in my hands," Kroya murmured. According to the rules of this barrier, Kroya killed Keane, so the power of the evil god's blessing that controls the barrier should be inherited by him, and he should also control this barrier.

However, it was not Kroya who absorbed the power of the evil god's blessing, but the sword in his hand. Therefore, the Sword of Wrath has now become the key to control this barrier. Anyone who enters the barrier cannot leave unless they kill Kroya and take the Sword of Wrath.

This was the blessing that the evil god bestowed upon Kroa.

To be honest, this was quite useful for Kroya. With the help of the Blade of Fury, he could create a barrier that would trap any enemies trying to escape, forcing them to fight him.

The only downside...

A deity is watching you.

A line of small characters was clearly visible in the lower left corner of Kroya's vision, and he could roughly guess the identity of the god watching him at this moment—the Blood Lord.

The evil god did not attempt to corrupt Kroya with his power; the power He bestowed seemed to be quite harmless.

But once Kroya activates this barrier, it will attract His attention. What is this all for...?

However, since the gods didn't say anything, Kroya ignored the negative effect.

As Kroya pondered, footsteps gradually echoed from the other tunnels connected to this cave. A half-orc, unusually tall with arms growing from his ribs and his skin covered in a metallic sheen, arrived carrying a sword.

"roar......."

"boom"

In an instant, the partially unleashed Dragon Heart Sword shone with a dangerous light, and a massive amount of magic power transformed into a powerful blade of light. The upper body of the roaring orc disappeared into this blade of light.

Terrible cracks spread across the rock face, and shattered stones fell from them. The remaining half of the orc's body swayed and fell to the ground.

Kroya retrieved the Dragon Heart Sword.

"Next, all I have to do is wait for those cultists to come and challenge me." Kroya nodded slightly, and then, just like Keane had done before, sat down on the stone seat.

This is much better than running around like a headless fly.

As he thought to himself, Kroya took out the item he had purchased from the Adventurers' Guild that could detect his own attributes from his storage space.

A silver dagger appeared in Kroya's hand. He intended to use it to cut his fingertip, but as his attributes increased, the dagger became almost unable to pierce his skin. Even with force, it only left a small white mark. Finally, Kroya used a charged slash to amplify the dagger's power, finally managing to cut his skin. The blood dripping from his fingertip gathered into square characters on the parchment.

【Kroya】

[Strength D+ upgraded to C-]

[Agility D upgraded to D+]

[Defense D upgraded to D+]

[Martial Arts skill upgraded from D to D+]

[Magic Power D+ Upgraded to C-]

[Magic Resistance D+ upgraded to C-]

[Lucky B - Upgraded to B]

[Charm upgraded from B+ to A-]

[Skills: Assassination, Arrow Making, Poetic Magic, Speed, Spellcasting, Temporary Attribute Boost, Forging, Basic Runes, Storage, Arrow of Vengeance, Charged Slash, Flash, Purify, Heal, Tranquility, Holy Shield, Basic Cooking, Music, Scriptures...]

[Talent: Divine Favor (Greatly increases the effectiveness of spells against evil, can sense malice, significantly accelerates mana regeneration, can hide in the darkness, your arrows will never harm the innocent, Hunter, Unyielding, Undying (Intermediate), Wielder of the Sword of Judgment, Friend of the Undead, Child of the Moon)] Because of the gifts from the undead, Kroya's skills have increased considerably, making the skill record column extremely bloated. However, most of them are skills unrelated to combat, such as farming, herding cattle, and fishing.

The only thing useful in combat is the [Assassination] skill that Kroya obtained from the assassins.

Kroya hadn't forgotten that these assassins were incredibly skilled at stealth, even capable of evading magical detection—though Kroya couldn't use that skill for the time being.

As things stand, Croa has no enemies that require assassination to eliminate.

"The growth of my attributes is getting slower and slower." Looking at the changes in his attributes, Kroya couldn't help but sigh. Tonight, he didn't know how many cultists and orcs he had killed, and the small messages indicating that his attributes had increased slightly had accumulated quite a bit.

However, due to the vast difference in strength between the two sides, the attribute boost that could be given to Kroya was extremely limited. The cumulative amplification effect was not even as high as those two significant boosts to all attributes.

"It's wrong to do good deeds for the sake of attributes." Kroya felt that some wrong thoughts were growing in his mind, so he silently warned himself.

Even if the benefits are small or nonexistent, he should still follow his principles and do what he believes is right.

Otherwise, you would let those weak cult members go...

That won't do.

As Croa warned himself, another cultist appeared before him, and what greeted him was the flash of Croa's sword, which he instinctively swung.

[You have eliminated a powerful cultist; such an achievement deserves praise.] [Magic power slightly increased.]

.......

"It's strange. The aura of this barrier has suddenly changed. I can no longer sense the power of the evil god's blessing from it."

Count Reginald's party moved through the tunnels, their footsteps echoing through the caves. They trod on thick, black blood, frowning at the scraps of flesh belonging to the cultists and orcs. Even they felt a little uncomfortable at the sight.

It's hard to imagine what kind of battle took place here. The wise man Sawyer had already revealed the meaning of the blood-red barrier—a terrible battle was taking place inside, which would eventually give birth to a powerful monster.

"We need to be faster. Some of our comrades have already arrived and started the battle. We can't fall too far behind. We'll need to break this barrier. We can do it, right..." Wise Sawyer walked at the front of the group, his wand emitting a bright light that dispelled the darkness.

He slowed his pace and turned to look at the only figure in the group dressed in a white robe with gold thread. He was dressed as a priest. There were quite a few priests in the group, but this one, just by his aura, could highlight his terrifying power. Even the paladins beside him did not seem to be as powerful as him.

His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to have a magical power that boosted the morale of the team.

Because this pastor comes from the Central Church...

Although the reason why he left the Central Church and came to the wilderness to establish a monastery is unknown, the reason was certainly not weakness.

On the contrary, he was terrifyingly strong; even the paladins treated him with great respect. "It's just ahead."

The tunnel ahead led to a bright cave. The wise man Sawyer slowly stepped back, and the priest took the first place.

Along the way, they witnessed a hellish scene: blood and flesh flying everywhere, a stench permeating the air. They had also heard a loud song earlier, which made them even more cautious about the enemy they were about to face.

Although the wise Sawyer said that they already had reliable companions who had gone ahead and perhaps already dealt a heavy blow to the enemy, that was just the most optimistic view. How terrifying would those who could fight their way out of such a mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood be...?

Powerful magic left terrible marks on the rock walls, and the ground was littered with mangled corpses. This was the very center of the entire barrier, where the most powerful enemies would gather.

Then he saw the tall stone seat, the huge hole that had been pierced through it, and a pure white figure.

"Kroya?" Akitis asked, stunned.

The pure white figure on the stone seat suddenly stood up.

"Father?"

"Kroya said in surprise."