Beikeze retracted his gaze from the darkening sky and slowly turned toward the few people behind him.
He held a holy scripture in his hands, his voice low and his eyelids slightly lowered.
“Bishop, the others haven’t arrived yet…”
The man wearing ornate robes froze for a moment upon hearing Beikeze’s words before answering.
Beikeze’s hand continuously stroked the holy scripture, and his voice dropped a few more degrees in pitch.
“You lot can’t even gather basic information; you’re just a bunch of waste. You should know, my patience is limited!”
Beikeze’s words caused the man’s heart to sink, but he forced down his anger and replied with a smile, “Don’t worry, Bishop. They will be here soon. They won’t delay your plan.”
He had no choice; he had to swallow his pride.
If it hadn’t been for those few useless trash who couldn’t even handle one move from the woman beside His Holiness, he wouldn’t be in a position where he had failed to obtain any intelligence.
‘Dammit…’
Stealing a glance at Beikeze, a trace of malice flashed in the man’s eyes.
He quickly lowered his head and returned to the crowd he belonged to.
Beikeze chuckled.
He sensed the man’s ill intent, but he didn’t care much.
Soon, several more men dressed in black arrived one after another.
After being scolded a few times by the man in the ornate robes, they obediently stood in line.
“Bishop, my people are all here. Where are your people?”
Seeing that his own men had all arrived while Beikeze’s people were nowhere to be seen, the man suppressed his irritation and asked tentatively.
In the shadows, several figures slowly emerged.
Beikeze didn’t answer; he simply laughed suddenly.
The surrounding light flared up abruptly as several figures revealed themselves from the darkness.
“You!”
The man only realized then that Beikeze intended to silence them all, and he immediately bellowed in anger.
“Heh… You’re asking about my people? Aren’t they all right here?”
Beikeze spoke coldly.
Then, the holy scripture in his hand suddenly glowed, and several arrows of light shot down, killing several people instantly.
With a wave of Beikeze’s hand, everyone on the perimeter immediately charged forward with their weapons.
“Sometimes, I really think you’re the most sinister kind of person… You even fooled His Holiness?”
Buzhaqi flicked the dagger in his hand and tossed it lightly outward.
The dagger performed a wide rotation, instantly slitting the throats of ten or so people.
He caught the dagger, now stained with a small amount of blood, and stood beside Beikeze.
His voice carried a hint of curiosity.
“No, my faith is real…”
Beikeze closed his eyes slightly and let out a soft sigh before turning to leave.
These people were nothing to fear.
Within his Anti-Magic Field, their spell scrolls and spells were completely unusable.
Yes, he had already condensed a Light Core and stepped into the Shallow Water Layer.
Perhaps his methods were somewhat vile and lacked a bottom line, but he would never allow the light he had finally hoped for to be destroyed by those with ulterior motives.
For that, he would do whatever it took…
Buzhaqi watched Beikeze’s receding figure and sighed in his heart.
He had originally only thought that since they were all part of the same group following His Holiness, he would come over to help.
He didn’t know if Beikeze’s actions were truly right or not…
Whatever, it wasn’t his business in the end.
As long as what Beikeze did was right, that was enough.
Thinking it over, Buzhaqi stretched his body, pressing his hand—which was missing a finger, leaving only four—lightly against the bottom of his dagger.
Then his figure blurred, appearing abruptly in front of the man dressed in ornate robes.
“You! Get away from me!”
Seeing Buzhaqi blocking his path, the man, who was trying to escape in the chaos, gripped his knife and swung it wildly at him.
Unfortunately for him, Buzhaqi watched with interest for a short while before finding it boring.
With a twist of his dagger, he directly cut off the man’s head.
Blood sprayed, but Buzhaqi felt nothing.
He had seen too many corpses.
Moreover, since this person intended to act against the Church, he felt no pity.
He hadn’t brought Naar with him.
He could handle this kind of bloody scene himself; it wasn’t suitable for Naar to see.
The area was quickly cleared.
The Guards all gathered in front of Buzhaqi.
Beikeze had already given the order that after his departure, everything would be under Buzhaqi’s command.
Looking at the mountain of 100 corpses, Buzhaqi shook his head helplessly.
They didn’t even weigh their own abilities.
Based on nothing but wishful thinking, they thought they could replace the Church.
Throughout the Church’s development, which of the Strange they had faced wasn’t stronger than this group from the Old Era?
They truly thought they could be invincible just by relying on a few spell scrolls.
They didn’t even have any Pollutants.
“Burn them all.”
Buzhaqi calmly gave the order.
As the Guards carried it out, he turned his gaze toward the nearby woods.
Sometimes, these trees really were an eyesore.
‘Forget it… I’ll let him go.’
As for whether anyone would spread the news of tonight’s events, that wasn’t for him to worry about.
He would let Beikeze deal with that headache.
In the woods, a skinny man quietly made off with a spell scroll.
He looked at the complex patterns on the scroll, his eyes flickering with the light of excitement.
He didn’t care who the Church killed, nor did he care if he might be killed himself.
The fanaticism in his eyes had almost swallowed his reason.
After wasting his life, he had finally come into contact with the transcendent power he originally could never touch in this era shrouded by the Eerie Calamity.
It was an absolute thirst for knowledge and power.
He kept his body low and quickly moved away from the area, constantly gesturing along the patterns of the scroll, desperately memorizing them in his mind.
He knew this was his only chance.
Although he had no magic power, he could try to start from the theory.
Once the Mage Tower was officially established, he would become the first apprentice to enter its doors!
“Is he gone?”
Sensing the presence in the woods disappear, Buzhaqi slowly shook his head.
He couldn’t be bothered with these troublesome matters anyway; he would let Beikeze worry about it.
He hadn’t felt much before, but since Beikeze had spent some time as a Cardinal, Buzhaqi had become increasingly wary of him.
He completely couldn’t see through Beikeze’s thoughts.
His Holiness might not be fully aware, but Buzhaqi, who traveled everywhere, understood Beikeze’s methods—he didn’t know how many people Beikeze had already eliminated for trying to destroy the Church’s existing order.
Furthermore, Beikeze had already completed the majority of the legal codes and intended to apply to His Holiness for their promulgation next time.
Over 2,000 articles—just thinking about it gave Buzhaqi a headache.
‘I hope things go smoothly in the future…’
Buzhaqi thought silently.
He didn’t want Naar to be caught up in too much trouble.
Thinking of that Meditation Method, Buzhaqi also solidified his resolve to become stronger.
He was also about to condense a Light Core; he had to pick up the pace.
Only by doing so could he truly possess the power to protect Naar.