Horace shuddered as he watched the old man walking quickly, dressed in the priestly costume of the Temple of Sin.
Different from ordinary priest's clothing, this priest's clothing is embroidered with a gold thread.
In many temples, this represents one meaning: the high priest!
High Priest of the Temple of Sin: Bulville!
Boulville, a figure who plays an important role in the city of Navia, and even in the whole south.
Not just because the other party is the High Priest of the Temple of Sin.
Also because of the opponent's own legend.
That's right, it's a legend!
Since the other party killed two adult gang members at the age of thirteen, and was seriously injured and adopted by an unknown deacon of the Temple of Sin, the other party's life has shocked others.
At the age of fourteen, the opponent, who had just recovered from a serious injury, relied on the skills he learned from the Sin Knight to kill all twenty members of that gang.
Then, he was seriously injured again.
Everyone thought that the other party was dead.
But after three days in a coma, Bulville woke up again.
Everyone was amazed at Boulville's vitality, and thought that Boulville, who had taken his life, would honestly inherit his adoptive father's position.
In fact, it was roughly the same for the next two years.
Until the poor deacon was robbed and killed by a group of bandits on his way to the south.
Sixteen-year-old Bourville disappeared into the temple that night after receiving the news.
Bulville didn't know who killed his adoptive father.
It doesn't matter.
But all the bandits heading to the south should be killed.
Tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand.
One day, ten days, one hundred days, one thousand days.
One year, two years, three years... ten years!
Bulville changed from a sixteen-year-old boy to a twenty-six-year-old youth, and his name became a terrifying nightmare for bandits on the North-South Passage.
What every bandit dreads most is encountering Bulville.
Therefore, there are fewer and fewer bandits there.
From the peak, hundreds of bandits became few and far between.
In the end, it was even more silent.
At that time, the twenty-six-year-old Bourville returned to the city of Navia.
Bulville, in rags and tattered clothes, was greeted like a hero with a rusty iron sword in his hand, but he ignored it, and went straight back to the Temple of Sin, successfully challenged the then Knight Commander, and then became the new Knight Commander , and for the next twenty years, he became the chief priest, and eventually the high priest.
Forty-six-year-old high priest.
An age definitely worth remembering.
But on Boulville, it is not surprising at all.
Too many meritorious deeds, too many victories, so that everyone is convinced of this high priest.
Even if the other party is old, it is the same.
At least, Horace from the Temple of the Hunter was stupefied.
Seeing the appearance of the High Priest of the Temple of Sin, only the trembling Horace became confused. He never expected such a coincidence to happen.
Just when he was about to stand on the opposite side of the opponent, the opponent appeared!
What a coincidence.
Coincidentally, Horace, whose thinking was frightened and stiff, realized something was wrong.
Horace subconsciously looked at Qin Ran who was on the side.
"I will forgive him."
"Just like you are willing to stand on the side of the Temple of Thorns."
Qin Ran spoke in a light and slow tone, as if stating something that cannot be changed.
Moreover, from the beginning to the end, Qin Ran did not look at the other party.
Kieran's attention had already been attracted by the High Priest of the Sin Temple who suddenly appeared.
Similarly, the high priest ignored Horace, but walked straight towards Kieran.
When there were still about 20 meters away from Qin Ran, the high priest stopped in his tracks.
The two looked at each other, the High Priest's gaze was sharp and dazzling, while Qin Ran's gaze changed from the previous indifference, and became sharp like a knife like a sword.
call!
The night wind blew back and forth, but when it got close to Qin Ran and the high priest, it fell silent for a moment, as if blowing into the bottomless abyss without any echo.
quiet.
Incomparably quiet.
Quiet makes people uncomfortable.
The silence is chilling.
Horace, who was ignored by the two, felt tightness in his chest, as if he had been hit by a hammer on his chest, and wanted to vomit blood in pain.
Without hesitation, Horace took his animal companions back to a place tens of meters away, but then the priest of the Hunter's Temple changed his expression drastically again.
"Go!"
Turning over and riding on his animal companion, Horace gave the order directly.
Horace leaned on the black dog's back, feeling the animal companion's departure and the peace of mind. Involuntarily, the priest of the Hunter's Temple looked back.
For an instant, Horace's eyes widened.
what did he see
He saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
He saw a throne made of bones!
He saw thousands of dead souls wailing up to the sky under the moonlit night!
He saw two kings holding sharp knives and dressed in bright red, who looked like Shuras!
kill!
kill kill!
kill kill kill!
…
Shouts of killing echoed in Horace's heart like thunder, and the mood that had just calmed down suddenly felt like being struck by lightning.
puff!
A mouthful of blood could no longer be squirted out.
"Strange, monster!"
"Two monsters!"
Horace, whose mouth was bleeding, groaned like this.
Afterwards, the priest of the Hunter's Temple just fell unconscious on the back of his animal companion, allowing the animal companion to carry him away.
Horace left.
But more people appeared in the dark.
They looked at Qin Ran and Bulville who were confronting each other with great interest.
"'Killer King' vs. 'Killer King'?"
"Interesting! Interesting!"
"It's the mutual killing of two executioners!"
"The executioner?"
"No, no, the strong should be respected, they are Shura!"
"It's an honor to see such a fight."
…
In the shadows and in the corners, countless voices communicated.
Either low or high.
or express admiration.
Or with great interest.
Or scoff.
But no matter which one, there is no intention to hide it.
Because they are either high priests or chief priests, and they don't need such a cover-up at all.
unnecessary.
It's not necessary either.
After all, they have nothing to do with the two people who are about to start a life-and-death battle.
They are just bystanders.
But Qin Ran and Boulville ignored these bystanders.
Both of them focus on each other.
Except for each other.
They see nothing else, hear nothing else.
Woo, woo!
Night Breeze grew bigger unconsciously.
Qin Ran's crow-feather cloak fluttered, and the tips were blown up high, dancing in a mess, revealing those unforgettable eyes.
Clear as water.
But killing intent boiled over.
Reflecting that Bulville pulled out the long sword from the scabbard little by little.
The long sword was ordinary and full of rust.
The bright red rust made the long sword look like scrap iron.
But as the long sword was drawn out little by little, the piercing howling of the dead completely covered Night Breeze.
Before everyone's eyes, there seemed to be an illusion that tens of thousands of people were slaughtered.
Qin Ran was no exception.
Even, he is the most intuitive one.
But also the one that was completely unaffected.
Woo, woo!
ah ah!
Beside, the night wind is noisy.
In the ears, howls rang out.
And Qin Ran disappeared in the same place as soon as he dodged.
He leapt into the air.
A huge, eerie purple blade is held high above its head.
Suddenly, the purple moonlight suddenly brightened.
The bewitching purple sword blade suddenly shone brightly and slashed down heavily.