The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me

Today is destined to be an uneasy day for the people of the Kairid Empire.

In the city of Sol, after Abraham rushed to the Holy See, he saw only crazy believers and corpses all over the place.

In the secret room of the Holy See, the mutated Katsi and the priest were lying in a pool of blood, and the divinity of the goddess of order was still rippling in the surrounding air.

The grotesque statue had been smashed to pieces by divine power.

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After half a day's trek, Braham's adjutant, Sharna, finally came to the city with the teleportation array near the city of Saul - Kailin City.

Through the teleportation array in Kailin City, he quickly rushed to the capital, knelt in front of the king, and reported the crisis that Sol City was facing.

King Kaired, the legendary knight Du Bois looked sad.

More than a dozen incidents similar to Sol City have happened in Kaired.

They broke out without warning, and the rate of pollution was extremely fast. Today, eight cities have completely fallen, and the remaining seven cities are still waiting for support.

"I already know about Sol City, but the troops in the royal city are already insufficient. I can only give you the power to call other lords to support Sol City."

"Follow Your Majesty's will."

Sharna understood the king's difficulty.

It was only when he arrived in Wangcheng that he realized that so many cities had been mysteriously polluted, and that Kaired had already fallen into turmoil a week ago.

And the Temple of Order in the Royal City has taken the lead in conducting research on the polluters.

"Tap Tap!"

At this moment a knight hurried into the palace.

He knelt beside the king and whispered something to the king.

Sharna's expression changed instantly when he saw the king.

"What you said is true?" Du Bois couldn't believe it, and could hardly suppress his voice.

The knight nodded with an ugly face, with a bitter expression.

If you look carefully, you can see bright silver armor under his black cloak, and the armor is carved with scales and scrolls.

This is the symbol of the Temple of Order, and it also shows the identity of a knight—he is a guard knight from the Temple of Order.

"Your Majesty, did something happen to the Temple of Order?"

Sharna raised his head, his gaze swept over the knight and the king vaguely, and many bad guesses emerged in his heart.

King Kairid didn't say it clearly, his face was ashen, his cheeks trembled, and then all the irrelevant personnel in the palace were dismissed, until only the Royal Guard Knights and the most confidant ministers remained.

"Come with me, follow me to the Temple of Order." He sighed and did not say clearly.

But everyone could sense that something unforeseen had happened.

...

It was dusk at this time, and the twilight gradually spread on the street.

The Royal Guardian Knights cleared the way, while the king and his personal guards followed with a stern face.

Everyone soon came to the Temple of Order, which was surrounded by the guard knights of the Temple of Order, and even believers could not enter.

The surrounding atmosphere is chilling, like a cold winter night, only the battle flags are fluttering in the strong wind.

Sharna pursed her lips, already having a bad premonition in her heart.

The crowd followed the guard knights into the Temple of Order.

In the wide hall of the temple, the pope was kneeling in front of the statue.

His eyes were filled with extreme grief, like sparks that had been extinguished, his hands trembling, gently stroking the cracks on the statue, the goddess statue that once exuded hazy light had lost its brilliance, she held up the scales and Scroll, looking into the distance with quiet eyes, the majesty is still but the divinity has been lost.

The nuns and believers around were sobbing softly, and the temple was filled with breathless sadness and despair.

King Du Bois of Kairid walked towards the Pope tremblingly, his footsteps flustered like a child who just toddled, he almost fell, and with a "plop", he knelt down in front of the statue with the Pope.

He couldn't believe it at first, but now he has to face the truth.

"Did Her Majesty really abandon us?" Du Bois murmured blankly, staring blankly at the cracked statue.

He grew up under the radiance of the goddess, and from the moment he was born, he and his elder brother received the blessing of the goddess.

He gained great power and finally succeeded his father as king.

The elder brother gained supreme wisdom, he took over the temple and became the current Pope.

The two brothers built Kairid into a powerful empire second only to Andorra for a hundred years.

They obeyed the oracle of the goddess of order, maintained absolute order, cooperated with the Holy See of Light, and became the only neutral country in the northern continent.

"No!" The pope's face was full of anger and grief, and his roar was like thunder.

It was the first time for Du Bois to see such an expression on his mild-mannered elder brother who was always smiling.

Pope Nalux looked at his younger brother coldly, and sternly retorted:

"Her Majesty never abandoned us, but she saw the crisis in the future, and finally left hope to us!"

He took out the Book of Order wrapped in divinity, and divine light flickered in his icy blue eyes.

"In order to prevent us from being polluted, Her Majesty has used divine power to change the rules and establish a new order. Our vision, smell, and hearing have been separated from our souls. The pollution of those filthy ones will be blocked, but we still have The last step to do."

Du Bois watched Lukes put down the Book of Order, and the golden Book of Order lay flat on his lap.

Then he untied his dagger from his waist.

"What are you doing?!" Du Bois exclaimed.

Lukes raised the dagger with one hand, two lines of hot tears slid down the corners of his eyes.

He said slowly: "I want to respond to the dedication of the goddess."

After speaking, under Du Bois's horrified gaze, he inserted the dagger into his eyes, and slowly cut open from left to right.

The severe pain made him unable to bear the roar of a beast.

"You..." Du Bois wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

The only thing he can do is to be a bystander.

No one has a purer belief in the Goddess of Order than the Pope!

He could only watch helplessly as his elder brother cut his eyes, pierced his ears, cut his nose open, tore off the flesh, and bit by bit the bones on the bridge of his nose.

Blood was flowing down his cheeks, and the pope at this moment was like a ghost.

But the surrounding believers and knights of faith looked at him with reverence.

They knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly for the Pope, like a pilgrimage.

Eyes, nose, and ears have been blocked.

There is one more step left.

Lux breathed a sigh of relief, ordered the knight to bring a needle and thread, and sewed up his mouth stitch by stitch.

He put on a silver mask prepared in advance to block the face that would tremble even if the devil saw it.

Now Lukes is convinced.

Your soul will always be pure and belong to the goddess alone!