Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

The world where the Wright Empire is located has a starry sky that is completely different from Earth.

The vast and vast starry sky lingers on this sea-blue star, and twelve bright moons are scattered in the sky, with their respective trajectories, declaring their own domain in the night sky.

Most of the time, it is difficult to see more than five moons through the clouds.

The moons were so radiant that their huge shadows eclipsed the stars in the distance. Not many people noticed that among the stars, some became brighter, some dimmed, and some suddenly lit up, like the lights of the world.

The stars in the sky are like a complicated web of destiny. No one knows how the goddess of destiny interweaves the threads of destiny, and finally presents a fragmented destiny to the world in what way.

A lie often requires a set of larger lies to cover up.

Revealing a truth does not require such a complicated and complicated process, and even making a choice is something that can be done with a slap of the head.

After three o'clock in the morning, Mark suddenly woke up with a strong heart palpitations.

Instinctively grabbed the pajamas on the chest, the feeling of no longer being strange, instantly filled his vigilance.

What happened?

His eyes wandered in the darkness, and he wasn't too sure whether to call the night watchman outside.

At this moment, the twenty-sided dice lit up.

[A high-rank (jealous) priest has cursed you with bad luck. Trying to steal the fate of the winner as a loser violates my forbidden law, and I have automatically fought back for you. 】

Mark secretly said in his heart, "This is... great."

While putting down his heart, Mark sensitively noticed a few key words: winner, loser, destiny.

He began to vaguely figure out the power law of this mysterious dice of fate - as the owner of the dice, he could lose, or even die, because his skills were inferior to others. But he never deserves to die under the curse of doom, especially when he emerges victorious in a duel.

Mark added: "This time it's not a Galian against me anymore, it's the behavior of the entire [jealous] church, if I want to go further..."

【Insufficient strength】

"What about the [Church of Jealousy] where I limited my excess doom energy to this city?"

【More than enough】

"so be it."

In a warehouse at the port of St. Leiden City, a rough-looking giant was drinking with a group of sailors.

His burly stature of 2.05 meters, coupled with his short fiery red curly hair, and the huge scar from the left forehead to the right chin, which slanted across the entire face, made this giant red-haired man look invisible and powerful even when he was sitting. pressure.

After suffocating a half-liter bottle of rum in one gulp, the giant man yelled, "I swear in the name of the storm god! If you let me know who killed Little John, I will tear him up alive and throw him into the sea. Feed the sharks!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into tears: "A good man on the sea, even if he drowns in the sea, he shouldn't be so aggrieved, woo woo woo!"

"Boss, don't..." The sailors next to him comforted him.

At this moment, a sailor suddenly rushed in: "Boss, there is news! The Evernight Church sent an official letter confirming that the attacker this time was the [Jealous] Church. Those gutter rats tried to use a [jealousy] ritual. Occupy the body of a Descendant of Light, only to be cracked."

"What? Bring the official letter!" The big man shouted and rushed up, grabbing the official letter.

He was shaking with anger and excitement.

After a few seconds, he released and laughed wildly: "Those magic sticks with big light bulbs on their heads have finally done a serious job. Brothers, copy guys! Let's just find a [jealous] church to vote."

A group of sailors agreed with a bang, but when they picked up the machetes and guns, they were collectively stunned.

[Jealous] The church is not an orthodox church that opens the door to recruit believers. It is a cult that hides and does crazy things. After a while, where can you find a [Jealous] believer to come out and beat it?

At this time, a sailor seemed to be in a state of flash of inspiration, and he suddenly said: "Boss Ren, I remembered. Last time we did the Nether Sea ticket, and I had a lot of money in my pocket. There is a boy The way he looked at me was very wrong, as if he wanted to kill me and rob me of my property."

"Where is that kid?"

"The servant of Earl Doan."

"Don't care! Smash Count Daoan's mansion first!"

"Oh oh oh—" the sailors responded with a bang. In the light, hundreds of scimitars and short spears were raised high, glowing with a frightening cold light in the night.

Putting this scene on Earth would be absolutely incredible.

In this world where the gods are obviously holy and the monarchy is granted by the gods, it is quite normal. If the cardinal of the Church of Light of the Wright Empire does not like the emperor, he only needs a word to imply that the emperor will be replaced on the same day.

The believers of the Church of the Storms are notoriously irritable. Now that they have lost a star of hope, they are not allowed to vent their emotions? As long as the Church of Light behind the Wright Empire is silent, let alone smashing the earl's house, even if the earl's left cheek is hit, the earl has to obediently send the right cheek to be beaten.

Destiny reveals the truth to the world in such a wrong way.

When this group of guys who seemed to be possessed by savages drove a dozen trucks carrying live fish to the earl's palace, and loudly announced that they would "clean up the [jealous] believers", the nonsense in their hearts became a vent. A real crusade against cultists.

"Boss Ren, we got it right!" a sailor shouted excitedly.

The light and shadow of the silver moon complimented the street lamps of the Earl's Mansion, illuminating the open space outside the Earl's Mansion as if it were daylight.

The lights flickered a few times.

When the light and dark are intertwined, the superhumans are fighting fiercely.

The streamer of the black evil curse hit the chest of a sailor wearing a short jacket, and the sad sailor fell down on the spot, clutching his chest, not even having the strength to let out a scream.

But this powerful [jealous] priest was immediately hit by several lightning bolts.

The God of Storms rules the sea and storms, and summoning lightning strikes is a good trick of the Storm Priest.

The point is that this time the Church of the Storm has more and stronger people.

They roared loudly, praising the name of the storm god, and charged bravely.

The storm priests blessed the believers with storm armor. This extraordinary magic formed hemispherical shields made of wind, which stood in front of the believers.

Although these thundering wind shields may not be able to withstand the attacks of curse-type magic spells, they are effective against direct-hitting magic spells.

The giant Ren, like an angry lion, rushed to the front.

When he slammed open the gate of the Earl's Palace with the short-handled battle axe in his hand, a sharp pain like tearing suddenly came from the position of his eyes.

"what!"

The pain came so suddenly that he stumbled back half a step on the spot.

Only half a step.

The next moment, he was no longer in pain.

The battle axe in his hand seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Only those with the quickest reaction will notice that the moment Ren was hit by the spell, he threw a battle axe with dazzling lightning at the corner of the hall.

The terrifying elemental attack instantly destroyed the attacker's defense, and the guy in the sacrificial robe had an axe in his chest.

The violent axe blade ripped apart the energy shield in front of the priest, splitting muscles and bones. The impact was so outrageous that it slashed the priest upside down and flew several meters, slamming into the wall behind.

This move also interrupted the attack of the curse magic.

The priest slipped from a mural extolling the glorious history of Earl Daoan's family. Because the pain was too strong, he knelt down and clutched his chest and let out a vague pained cry.

Before howling a few times, he was picked up by the giant Rein with one hand.

"Tell me! Who was the guy who murdered little John?"

"I...I don't know...ah!" As soon as the priest finished speaking, Ren simply broke the neck of this guy, and then stared at a [Jealous] cultist next to him who was slumped to the ground in fright.

Without waiting for Ren to ask, this unseemly guy recruited: "The high priest of Daoan knows."

"Where is he?"

"In the altar."

When Ren took someone and screwed the informer all the way into the locker room like an eagle catching a chicken, he was suddenly stunned.

The two gangs inside were confronting each other.

"Wait! Don't do it, we are entrusted by the Fortune Church to investigate the case." The guy in the black night suit spoke first, showing a power of attorney with the most sassy golden seal of the Fortune Church on it.

It looks like a golden flame lacquer seal, but other people use flame lacquer. Those upstarts in the Fortune Church use gold coins made of gold, melt them with divine magic, and then seal them and branded them on important documents.

It's not that this thing can't be imitated, but that other families are really not so arrogant to come up with this kind of prodigal official document.

"We are entrusted by the Dionysian religion." Another group of people also showed the official document.

Churches in the neutral camp rarely take action on their own, and they often hire thugs when things go wrong. This is quite the style of a neutral church.

The locker room is not too small. There are a total of three church armed forces crowded together, so the 30 square meter area is very small.

Ren's temples were bulging, and he was so reckless that he would not lose his mind and cut the axe to the foreheads of other mercenaries who were theoretically his own. He shouted and asked: "No nonsense, where is the high priest of the [Jealous] Cult?"

"Here." The mercenary from the Church of Fortune pointed to the shoe cabinet that was not much higher than the knees. The blood seeping out of it was shocking.

Ren: "..."

I don't know if this is the man in the closet.