cross?

Delliuse looked at the vision in the night sky, and his rigid face finally changed a little.

As a senior "occultist", he knew about the existence of the 'cross'. It was the remnant symbol of a ruined sect a hundred years ago, but he only knew so much.

More?

Don't know at all.

He didn't even know the name of this sect.

Although this sect should have been quite prosperous based on the remaining buildings at that time.

It was as if this sect had been wiped away by an invisible hand, all traces of its existence.

Could it be?

Delliuse narrowed his eyes and looked at the owner of the house in front of him.

He had been speculating before about why the other party would defect to the Sabi Stars.

With the other party's status and reputation, there is no need to do this.

If it has something to do with this disappeared sect, it seems to make sense.

And the owner of the house did not hide it anymore.

The other party gently shook the red wine glass and said with a smile on his lips.

"I am one of the heirs."

"I will surely restore the glory of my Lord."

"Any thorny ordeal is for a greater future."

As he spoke, a hint of fanaticism appeared on the face of the house owner.

He raised his neck and drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, then walked to the window, knelt on one knee and looked at the huge cross, but he kept talking.

"You are erased."

"But you still come back."

"As your people, we will welcome you to this land and return to your country."

The words that followed were full of praise.

Delleuze's brows frowned even more tightly.

A full minute later, when the owner of the house stopped to praise, Delleuce immediately asked: "Is this your Lord?"

"Of course not!"

"This is only the messenger of the Lord!"

"Yes, Lord Apostle!"

The owner of the house shook his head, looked at the huge cross, and said with reverence: "The Lord cannot return directly. The Lord can only return when all twelve apostles come."

"And this is just the first apostle!"

"The arrival of each apostle costs a lot of money. Otherwise, how could I possibly cooperate with the 'Sabi Stars'?"

"Do you really think that I will betray you because I want to be the 'ground governor' of the colony as they call it?"

"That's ridiculous!"

The owner of the house said sarcastically, but the enthusiasm on his face became clearer and clearer.

Sarcasm and fanaticism are all concentrated on this face.

It makes this face become strangely distorted.

Weird and ferocious.

The other party's words were murmurs filled with murderous intent.

"All sinners deserve to die!"

"On the ground."

"'Sabi Starman'."

"All sins are unforgivable!"

"Although the arrival of the First Apostle lasts only 5 minutes, it is enough to erase... ah!"

The owner of the house, who was praying quietly, suddenly let out a scream.

There was a slender sword stuck in his vest.

The sword is made of silver.

Silver sword?

‘Silver Glory’?

Hunter?

The owner of the house looked up at Delliuse who was holding the sword, and his eyes were in a trance.

"You are not Delleuce!"

The other party seemed to understand something and screamed loudly.

How could Delliuse, who was revered as a mentor by a group of evil wizards, be a 'Hunter'?

The answer couldn't be more obvious.

The person in front of me is not Delleuce.

Listening to such screams, Delliuse's rigid face did not change at all, and his eyes were very calm. He just flipped, drew, and slashed the sword in his hand.

When I turned it over, my heart was completely broken.

When it was pulled out, the wound expanded and blood gushes out.

And behead?

Then hold the sword with both hands, raise the sword high, and then slash it down hard.

The owner of the house was split in half directly under this sword.

The moment the body hit the ground, a bottle of special sword oil was thrown out.

call!

When the sword oil comes into contact with blood, it burns directly.

The flames were blazing, and Delleuce's face was illuminated by the flames.

"Of course I am Delleuce."

"Who stipulates that 'hunters' cannot study black magic?"

"Who said that 'hunters' can't be mentors to wizards?"

Delliuse said as a palm-sized scroll appeared in his hand.

He directly tore the scroll into pieces.

In a blur of light and shadow, the figure of General Reyll Funo appeared in it.

"This is probably what happened..."

Looking at the old general, Delliuse did not hesitate and repeated the news he had just learned.

"Thank you for everything you have done for the Ground, Master."

The old general saluted.

The light and shadow dissipate.

Except for the burning corpse, the house became quiet again, and Delliuse twisted the ring on his little finger.

Ten seconds later, several black, cold mist appeared in the house.

Three men in robes came out, and when they saw Delliuse, they all bowed and saluted.

"tutor."

The three of them addressed each other respectfully.

However, there was doubt in his eyes.

Why were the collaborators suddenly killed?

They don't understand.

"I am an alien in people's eyes. Even werewolves and vampires are not willing to go with me."

"I have done all kinds of bad things, including killing people, setting fires, stealing corpses, and releasing plagues. I am the bad guy that people say does all kinds of evil. I also admit this, but... I will not betray my race or country."

"Because evil people are also human beings."

"Do you understand?"

Delliuse said calmly.

"clear!"

The three wizards nodded, and then acted quickly without Delliuse's instructions.

They vacated the house.
To be continued...