A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Then, with a slight twitch of his finger, the deep blue runes condensed into chains, firmly binding the acolyte to the ground.

“Truly a proud and superior species.” The priestess laughed instead of getting angry.

Summoned to the depths of the sea after a long absence, Sledar was in a good mood and had no intention of torturing or killing the sacrificial assistants.

"Upon closer inspection, the Black Iron race remains as weak as ever. Thousands of years have passed, and it's still the same." Sledar looked down at the crowd.

However, of course, sea creatures are not very large.

The angels, demons, and sea creatures of the Bronze Bell have never been races of enormous size.

Their strength does not come from the overwhelming destructive power and physical constitution brought about by their massive bodies.

Rather, it is because of their physical qualities and energy system that surpass those of the Black Iron race, coupled with their mastery of spells unknown to the Black Iron race.

Without any training, they already possess strength far beyond that of the Black Iron type. After a little training, they can regard the Black Iron type as ants.

“Proud sea creatures, when you regard me as an ant, aren’t you also regarded as an ant by the greater and more powerful gods?” The acolyte knelt on the ground, glancing sideways at Sledar.

“I can obliterate your very soul with the slightest movement of my finger,” Sledar said grimly.

"The proud sea creatures possess great power, but their wisdom is not much different from ours," the acolyte mocked.

Do you know why you're here?

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, you'll understand soon enough." The assistant priest's body was still unable to move, but he didn't seem to care.

"You have angered me, mortal! Everyone here will suffer my wrath!" Sledar roared.

But the deacon ignored Sleda and began reciting the incantation.

"Great 'Fallen Lord,' grant intoxicating depravity to the lost sheep shrouded in hypocrisy."

The "Fallen Lord" is described in his church as having a right hand covered with black iron armor.

The end of this right hand is linked to a dark dimension that no one can comprehend.

The wound on my palm was split open, and blood was flowing out.

Five hungry lambs, licking the blood of the "Fallen Lord," survived.

At the same time, it fell and became a real being, existing on earth like the five fingers of the "Fallen Lord," performing various functions.

The "Lord of Fall" is compassionate and delights in bringing fall upon all beings.

Of course, the "Fallen Lord" cannot act directly; rather, he descends upon the Fallen through his followers outside of "Kapras."

"So, the fall of the Bronze race, let it begin." As soon as the words were spoken, the color of the magic circle at the bottom of the river began to change strangely.

The corruption that this deacon inflicted on Sledar was different from corruption in the usual sense; it was more akin to a kind of berserk rage.

However, this time the goal is not to actually corrupt Sledar, but to test the feasibility of corrupting the Bronze Bell.

Runes that should not appear in the mortal world appeared on the magic circle.

At the same moment, Sleda began to hear frantic whispers in her ears.

The willpower of the sea creatures should be able to withstand all the mental magic mastered by the Black Iron race.

But this time, Sledar was not immune to the effects.

This is not a spell of the Black Iron race, but the power of the "Fallen Lord," which was infiltrated through a magic array that the priest had spent years setting up.

"Plunder all life and soul."

"Then you can become stronger."

—"Become stronger."

—"And then continue to greedily plunder for it."

The sound was repeated countless times within a single second.

"That awful sound!!!" Sledar slammed her hands against the shore.

The village chief had no chance to react to the incoming giant fist.

It was too fast, and the village chief wasn't exactly a powerful adventurer.

"boom!!!"

“Village Chief!” The villagers of Skahn exclaimed in astonishment.

Unfortunately, the village chief was unable to respond to the crowd.

By the time Sledar raised his hand, the village chief had already been smashed to the ground, dead beyond any doubt.

"Aaaaaah!!! Get out! Damn voice!!!" If Sledar's skin were covered with black lines, it would look like chains.

"Hahaha!! This is truly delightful!" The butler burst into laughter.

"Deacon, don't you need my help?" The deacon looked at the deacon with interest.

"Hmph." The assistant priest merely glanced coldly at the deacon.

Then, with Sledar unable to concentrate, the deacon easily broke free from his confinement.

“We can leave now. Our idea was correct. Next, it’s time to actually implement it.” The acolyte dusted off his robe.

"Go to the capital." After the assistant priest finished speaking, his figure began to blur, and after a while, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

"That was fast! Hahaha! I really want to see more of the tragedy to come." The butler shrugged.

"Alright, I should go too." The butler looked at Nisa, who was unable to get up, with a mocking expression.

“Woman who insults my lord, you will suffer greatly next time,” the deacon said.

Then the figure began to blur, like a sacrificial deity.

But the deacon's figure solidified again in the next moment.

"The speed of this teleportation method is truly appalling." The Bray Greatsword dragged on the ground.

Before the words were even finished, the butler was cut in half at the waist. Everything happened so fast that no one could react.

The deacon's torso fell to the ground, but no blood splattered.

"How strange, why can you move?" The butler lay sprawled on the ground, still grinning wickedly.

“I’d like to ask you the same thing, how come you’re still alive after all this?” Bray squinted his right eye.

"Hahaha, devout believers, the Lord will grant you the corresponding gospel, you know that?" the deacon chuckled maliciously.

Then the butler's lower body transformed into thin ropes, which then turned into red patterns that flowed along the ground and converged again at the severed point of the butler's upper body.

The red lines converged, transforming into a paper-thin lower body.

However, this lower body supported the butler's entire body.

“That’s incredible.” Bray frowned.

“You may call me a devout believer of the Lord,” the deacon sneered.

"Since you know why I'm not dead, shouldn't you tell me why I can still move?" The deacon squinted at Bray.

The binding effect of that red tattoo cannot be avoided by magic resistance or dispelling.

“Because I was never imprisoned in the first place,” Bray sighed.

When the red stripes began to spread, Bray had already predicted their trajectory.

If you were to dodge after seeing the enemy, like the Knights, you wouldn't have enough speed to react in time.

"Hahaha! So he was just pretending to be imprisoned? He even waited until the officiant left before making his move." The deacon laughed exaggeratedly.

However, his tone was still full of sinister undertones.

"Stop with the little tricks." Bray's greatsword plunged fiercely into the small red line spreading across the ground.

The red markings immediately dissipated after being struck by the greatsword.

"What a wondrous sword! My 'Hand of Evil' shouldn't be able to handle it with a slashing attack."

"Well, I don't really understand either." Bray spoke to the butler as casually as if they were having a normal chat.

"I just really want to know what you guys are up to."

“If you want to know, I can tell you everything,” the butler said, narrowing his eyes.

"We must make angels, demons, sea creatures, and even false gods all fall."

"Isn't this a great plan?"

"This is where we'll begin our experiments," the deacon said with a sinister grin.

“However, do you know why I told you so much?” The deacon’s eyes widened, his expression somewhat ferocious.

"Because people are most vulnerable to sneak attacks when they're off guard." A strange voice, accompanied by a sinister laugh, flooded into Bray's mind.

Such sounds are irritating.

"Divine Arts" "Mind Distortion"

"Hahahahahahaha!!!!"

"Fall into depravity, come into the embrace of my Lord!" the deacon cried out, going mad.

“Believing in the Lord is the only truth! You hypocrite.” The deacon looked at Bray with disdain.

However, the butler took it all too seriously.

“I’m sorry, but I’m more afraid of destructive spells than mental spells,” Bray sighed.

"No, shouldn't it be called divine magic..."

“You’ve chosen the wrong way to deal with me,” Bray said quietly.

Come to think of it, many people choose the wrong approach to deal with him.

The original federal president was strong enough.

Compared to the constant allure of the "Divine Source," there is also the imposing presence of Carlogaris within the ruins.

This divine spell is really nothing to Bray, but it's still annoying.

“Don’t try to twist my thoughts, it’s pointless,” Bray said in a deep voice.

The jet-black greatsword once again swept past the butler's body.

However, this time the butler transformed into red markings and moved to another location.

"Impossible! This is divine magic! A blessing from God!"

"You! You shouldn't have done that!!!!" The deacon roared in fury, as this was the first time he had ever failed to cast a "divine spell."

However, the deacon did not take any further action, for no other reason than that he had no substantial means of attack.

While some followers of the "Fallen Lord" are combat-oriented, most of them possess divine arts that corrupt people.

This butler is a typical example of someone who can't fight.

"..." Bray didn't answer, but instead pondered how to cut down the butler.

"Next time! I'll make you kneel on the ground! Beg to believe in my Lord like a dog!!!" the deacon roared.

Then Bray's expression turned somewhat astonished.

The deacon, upon seeing this, felt greatly pleased.

"Hahaha! Do you know reverence now? Too late! You will never receive the gospel of God!" the deacon said arrogantly.

In the deacon's eyes, nothing is worth mentioning except the "fallen lord".

Extremely arrogant and fanatical.

Unfortunately, Bray's astonishment was clearly not due to being intimidated by the deacon.

"Boom!" A jet-black arm slammed into the deacon.

The moment the deacon tried to transform into his red-patterned form and escape, a series of deep blue, almost black magic circles locked him in place.

"Ability! I can't use it! Why! No! Impossible!" The deacon exclaimed in horror.

That ability that would make a butler practically immortal is unusable.

Then the butler fell silent forever, killed by Sledda with a single blow, as easily as swatting an ant.

Sledar lightly pinched two fingers in the air behind the butler.