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Suddenly, he stopped and turned his head away.

"So, what do you guys know?"

Behind him, there was obviously no human breath, but there were indeed countless figures.

This is a team made up of a group of ordinary-looking men, women and children, with no sense of community.

However, there is only one thing that can be said to be unified, and that is their eyes.

No matter who it is, the eyes are dead.

Because, all are infected with madness, longing for ecstasy.

……

Xia Qing followed this shadow-like group to a forest far away from the city.

He was brought to a cave by one of the shadows.

From the dark and deep cave came the sound of very hasty footsteps, mixed with the echoing sound.

"Ah~~~!!! Beloved believer!! Are you here!!?"

It was as sharp as the ugly cry of a bird being strangled into its neck.

Even Xia Qing frowned at the ugly voice.

He suddenly had the urge to set fire to the forest.

At this time, a pale and unhealthy man appeared in front of his eyes as he walked unsteadily through the corridor with only faint lights.

Archbishop of Sloth and Sin - Petichius Romanee-Conti.

"You are a believer who is favored by the witch, why, why did you come close until now, I wait! Obviously! You must be diligent, follow the guidance of the witch, and respond to this love!!"

"Let's just find fault, Petichius, your so-called Witch Cult is too weak, and those guys in the "Sanctuary" will probably look down on you?"

Xia Qing ignored Petichius' noise like a fly, and sneered.

Chapter 11 The Archbishop of Sloth

As expected, Petichius' expression changed slightly.

No matter which group the Witch Cult is, it is a collection of selfishness that only cares about itself, and it is suspicious that ordinary believers don't even have self-awareness.

The thin emotional color of ordinary believers may be in order not to expose themselves in daily life, so they have interfered with consciousness in some way.

This is what Xia Qing observed from those members.

As for Petichius, he didn't even need to observe. Xia Qing had already known his nature and his past experience as Hughes.

But now he is nothing more than a lunatic who has been brainwashed by the "Witch of Disguise".

"Speaking of which, you specially asked the shadow to bring me here, is there something wrong?"

Xia Qing deliberately ignored the information about "I have the favor of a witch" that the other party said.

Even if you ask, you know there will be no answer.

"Don't you know? This country is going to start a stupid activity at this moment!"

"Guo? Judging from this word, you mean Wang Xuan?" Xia Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Exactly! Wangxuan! But, that's not the problem! What matters is not Wangxuan, but the existence that participates in Wangxuan! That is, the silver-haired half-elf!"

Perhaps in order to let Xia Qing understand the reason of the matter, Petichius took out Wang Xuan's announcement.

There was a portrait of Emilia on it, and Petichius pointed his bony finger at the girl's face.

"Look! Clothes! Origin! It can be said that it is a blasphemy to the witch! This is an existence that cannot be ignored for us! Right now, it is the time of trial!"

"Trial..."

"Exactly!"

Petelgeus yelled loudly, and slapped the announcement on the cave wall.

Then, he punched Emilia's portrait, and blood sprayed everywhere.

The madman who likes self-mutilation is addicted to pain and blood, and keeps hitting the portrait with his fists, even if the flesh and blood are split and blood splatters.

"Embrace goodness! Eliminate mistakes! Do you have the strength corresponding to a witch? If so, you will be under my command! You must, carry out this trial!"

Hearing this sentence, Xia Qing smiled wordlessly.

The other party is trying to pull himself into the "Witch Cult".

Is it an order from the Witch of Disguise?Or was it simply Petichius' choice?

"So, you want me to help?"

"Exactly! Although I have told other people, it is hard to imagine that group of ungodly guys will respond! The only possible [anger] is now very far away from the kingdom... Therefore! Only we Must go too!"

Petelgeus burst into tears, and with a sense of mission in his heart, he kept pressing his blood-stained fist into his mouth, drinking from the wound.

Mouth cracked, front teeth pierced into the back of the hand, this picture of self-mutilation is admirably sad.

This crazy energy is really old and old.