The carriage shook violently for a moment before returning to normal.
Many sat in the private room, staring at the chessboard in front of him and thinking quietly as usual.
From the slow chess moves at the beginning to the flying chess pieces later on, Many seemed to have gone through a cycle. The movement of picking up the chess pieces and placing them had once again become slow.
Jia Luo was no longer filled with doubts and trembling like when he was just rescued by Many. It seemed that in less than a month, he had gradually become a very qualified "servant".
An excellent servant that only a true old noble family would have.
He might not have great strength, and he might not have the ability to remember everything he saw, but he must have a calm heart and the courage to face a cold blade without fear.
"How many times has it been?"
Many suddenly asked, but his eyes did not look up at all.
"Since the start of the journey, this is the seventh time."
Jia Luo answered without hesitation, without a word of superfluous nonsense.
"I really didn't expect this."
The chess piece landed lightly on the chessboard. It seemed that there were far more conflicts in this place than he had imagined. In a place that looked like it was filled with honest people, there were actually so many people who seemed to have a grudge against each other. It was really unexpected.
The roof of the carriage shook again, and the sound was not soft, causing the whole carriage to shake slightly.
However, this did not cause any extra expression on the people in the carriage, including the maid who was waiting quietly in the distance.
Not long after, Kuzka walked into the private room, and only said one sentence softly — — "Thirteen people."
"Pay attention to rest."
Many sat up straight, a bottle of potion appeared in his hand, and he threw it over. The latter caught it with one hand, and then nodded and left, not saying a single word.
Outside the huge carriage, the ground was full of mutilated corpses.
Ever since Many set off from that town, he had attracted countless people who wanted to ambush him along the way. Their identities were too easy to identify, and the red mark on their wrists was too obvious. These so-called "anti-Garen" believers were really annoying, but there was nothing they could do about it.
Many really wanted to know, what made them hate him so much?
Just because he had become the "messenger" in the mouth of those ignorant believers?
If that was the case, he really doubted the intelligence of this group of people.
However, in the face of these groups of attackers, many of them had no way of wiping them out in one go, so they simply ignored them. In other words, "Counter soldiers with arms, water with an earth weir."
The bloodstains on the carriage seemed to have become a landmark. Yuna and Gruul had killed anyone who tried to get close to the carriage or even tried to rush in. More than a hundred corpses lay dead on the wide road leading to the province of Stik, and no one cleaned them up.
Towards the heretics, the believers would never show their mercy, and the Demon God Garen had never taught the so-called 'mercy' to the enemy. The ancient books that were left behind were filled with teachings that taught people to pay an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, and one of them was to kill all heretics.
Heresy, yet another heresy.
Many of them frowned. For the first time, they felt that the believers on the main road were not just a little bit different from the people of the Church of Lambas.
In their impression, many of the people of Lambas could only think of Bishop Becky, Holy Knight Waid, and the high-ranking Arbiter Merkel. All of them were people with gentle personalities and did not have such extreme emotions. Could it be that the harsh environment had changed people's mentality?
These questions made many of them feel that they were about to face the legendary "Dark Messenger" Aston Count, and it seemed that it was something that made them feel a little uneasy.
This title was not something that ordinary people could have. It was not because they were afraid, but because many of them had a much deeper understanding of the word "God" than ordinary people. There were not many people who could truly have the reputation of being the servant of God, and the legendary figure that they were about to face now seemed to be one of them.
Servant of God?
Many of them who had never seen a God felt that they were thinking too much.
The carriage was still shaking slightly. Many of them sat quietly, and then suddenly raised their hands.
A figure suddenly appeared in front of them. This was an abyssal demon who had used teleportation. Needless to say, the arrival of the fourteenth wave of attacks made many of them move.
The dagger was only ten centimeters away from Many's neck, but this movement froze them in place like an ice sculpture that had been frozen forever.
Many did not even stand up from the beginning to the end. He did not even raise his head to look at the guy who was desperately trying to attack him. He just gently took the dagger that seemed to be of high quality and held it in his hand.
It was cold, hard, but unusually fragile.
This dagger, which was forged with the best iron, shone coldly in many's hand, but with a light tap of his finger, it instantly broke into pieces like a disintegrating glacier, and the moment it fell to the ground, it became dust.
Fragile, just like their beliefs, it could not stand up to scrutiny.
Witnessing this scene, the assassin's eyes were wide open.
He seemed to want to say something, but Many was not interested in listening to him shout slogans. When facing these enemies, although killing could not stop everything, expressing goodwill would not be respected.
Yuna, who came in from outside the door, did not stop at all. He walked in front of Many and stretched out his hand to take the assassin away, as if he was taking away an insignificant item. The few maids at the side watched quietly, and Many looked back at the chessboard without saying a word. Their eyes shone with an unknown light.
Worship?
Perhaps in their eyes, the person in front of them was the one who truly needed faith.
Yuna silently took the assassin away and quietly walked out of the carriage. The dagger at his waist was unsheathed, and the action of cutting his throat did not cause a single drop of blood to splatter on his clothes. The lifeless and stiff corpse was thrown to the side of the road like garbage. It rolled a few times, and there were no more signs of life.
Martyrs?
History needed to be written by the victors. These nameless assassins were like dust, paving the dirty history even more thickly.
… …
After another scorching hot day, the carriage stopped in Summer, a city directly under Slank Province. For some reason, this city that exuded a religious atmosphere reminded Many of the Church of Lambas that he had never been to before.
The so-called religion, was this what it was like?
The carriage smoothly drove into the wide road, and in an instant, the bumpy dirt road turned into a flat stone road. Unlike ordinary stone slabs, the stone slabs here seemed to be meticulously ground, and were as smooth as a mirror. Although they could not reflect light like a mirror, they definitely felt like ice to the touch.
The black city was not made of cloth like Sauron's. It looked like it was just a city wall made of processed stones, but this huge square city still made Many sigh at the history of this city.
At least three thousand years.
The large area was secondary. Through a moment of perception, Many could roughly see the outline of this city. Among them, there were seven obvious signs of expansion, which made him believe that this city must have a long and complicated history that was unknown to others.
The city wall was very tall, and the black hue revealed a strange silence and solemnity in the night. The soldiers on the city wall were quiet and did not speak much. Many of them moved their lips silently when they were on duty, and it seemed like they were praying.
A devout city?
Many did not know how to describe it. After going through the inspection and entering this city, along the way, Many could feel that there were Garen's believers all around them. They wore the unique plain robes, and their hands were slightly clasped in front of their chests. When they met, they would greet and speak politely and respectfully. It seemed that this city had become a true "City of Faith" under the influence of the Demon God Garen.
The carriage that was covered in blood attracted many believers to stop and watch. They stopped in their tracks and silently prayed. It was unknown whether they were mourning for the dead or lamenting the sins committed by the people in this carriage.
When many people walked out of their carriages, they were met with an army that looked mighty and extraordinary.
The ostentatious display of more than two hundred people did not carry the murderous aura that any army should have. On the contrary, Many felt something called "reverence" from their emotions.
It seemed that his non-existent name had spread very quickly to this city.
After lining up, an Abyssal Demon who looked like a commanding officer walked forward respectfully. He knelt down on one knee ten meters in front of Many, and lowered his head deeply like a commoner facing a parish bishop.
There was no need to explain the meaning behind this. Without waiting for him to say anything, Many nodded and walked forward, as if they had already expected this.