The Cult of Pain, whose full name is the Cult of Pain and Blood, is one of the seven major esoteric sects.
Believe in original pain.
Unlike the scattered and independent cult of life, the cult of pain has a strict and large organizational structure.
There is a division of duties similar to that of the Glorious Church.
Their strongholds are spread all over the continent. They create pain to please the gods and gain power. They are the most dangerous cult - several small countries have been destroyed because of the wars they started, and the people have been massacred. Blood and wailing resounded through the sky.
Sharp has been the sergeant for three years. He now leads an elite team of six people. In just three years, he has invaded several church worlds.
He is about to be promoted to the third level, and his current combat skill point is seventeen.
Invading church worlds, fighting for border worlds, and causing massacres there are also important ways for the Cult of Pain to please the gods.
They are believers as well as soldiers.
For this elite team, the massacre was just a trivial matter.
Be it a child, a woman, or an old person, it doesn’t matter, they are just a number.
Killing is no longer important. What Sharp is studying now is how to make people die more painfully.
Only pain can better please the gods.
Sergeant Sharp also calls himself a killing artist.
He once dug a fetus out of a pregnant woman's womb, causing the woman to bleed to death; he also pulled out all of a child's nails and burned through his skin, causing him to die of infection.
Sharp was addicted to the art of pain.
And he gradually understood that life is also divided into different categories.
The sufferings of a saint please his God more.
So Sharp became an invader of the church world, hunting those noble saints and completing the mission of the Cult of Pain.
Sharp knew that in the church world, the saints never really died.
But it didn't matter, Sharp had no intention of killing them, as long as they felt pain.
He can guarantee that the saints will suffer a fate worse than death.
"Sergeant Sharp."
The scout in the team, Kaman, pushed open the room and saluted respectfully. He said in awe and solemnity, "Headquarters notified that the passage is ready. Our team should report in."
"Saints of the Astral Church, it has begun."
Sharp stood up slowly. He first adjusted his collar, pinned the military emblem with a skull on it, put on a dark military cap, and put a slender boning knife on his waist. "Let's go."
It was muddy and wet outside, with heavy rain pouring down. Dozens of soldiers in skeleton uniforms filed out, formed their own regiments, and marched in unison toward the headquarters.
As his long boots stepped on the puddles, Sergeant Sharp had a scornful smile on his face.
The prey this time was just a group of rookie quasi-saints who were just starting out.
After entering the world of Naraku and selecting the holy relics, Sharp was delighted that this time during the personality component certification stage, they would be able to fight the saints.
This time the fictional battlefield is a barren plain, with yellow-brown weeds rolling in waves in the strong wind.
Their team's Kaman scout first used the first-level magic [Eagle Eye Vision]. The falcon transformed by magic hovered on the plain, and everything was in his sight.
Very clear.
There is also a zoom function.
Warlock John used the second-level blessing magic [Blood Consensus], allowing them who had drunk Kaman's blood in advance to share the scout's vision.
The cooperation is quite tacit.
The scouts and warriors with eleven gray points, the warlocks and priests with ten magic points, the assassins with thirteen magic points, and him, the captain of the soldiers with seventeen magic points - they were their most elite second-level team.
Scout Kaman had already seen the enemy. He seemed to have discovered something unusual. He let out a slight click of his tongue, revealing a slightly unbelievable expression. He slowly enlarged the image.
Then the giant creature appeared in everyone's sight.
".?"
Sergeant Sharp was stunned. He was not mentally prepared at all. The thing was right in the center of his vision, with the mighty aura of a lion and the bright golden color that symbolized the sun, so bright and majestic.
This is the spirit of chivalry. ".Turn off shared vision."
Before the fight even started, I suffered a strong mental shock.
Even though the warlock closed his vision, the lion's roar was still imprinted in Sharp's mind and would not fade away for a long time.
At the same time, all of them inexplicably developed a sense of inferiority.
Morale inexplicably dropped significantly.
What's up with these guys
The wind howled faster and faster, as if playing music for their arrival, and the friction with the rocks made a cold and murderous sound. At the end of the desolate plain, the figures of three people slowly emerged.
The one walking in front was Arthur Sonny, who gave them a great sense of inferiority.
Only three people.
And they all held staves, and there wasn't even a single warrior who could resist.
Sharp was so angry that he almost laughed.
Also, what kind of creature is this in the lead
Angry because of shame, it is obvious that the naked Arthur is more sarcastic than anyone else.
Sharp drew out his boning knife and used his combat skill Blood Step. His long boots stepped on the wasteland, splashing waves of blood, which came straight towards Arthur's neck.
It seemed that one strike could kill him.
But obviously, he underestimated his enemy.
Arthur raised the alchemical staff made of superalloy and directly blocked his fatal blow. Sparks flew as the weapons clashed.
Although Arthur studied magic, he was the legitimate son of the Sun Family, and his father was a demigod-level warrior, so naturally he had the blood of a warrior flowing in his veins—he had a warrior talent that even the priests were surprised about.
He was one of the original protagonists.
Just by relying on his body's reaction, he blocked Sharp's attack.
"[Fireball]" Arthur chanted sacredly.
This magic is very common. It is a magic that creates a basic fireball out of thin air. Its power is not very great.
Sharp didn't really care.
But he didn't expect that Arthur would just raise his staff and, relying on his extremely high martial arts talent, stun Sharp. The latter took several steps back and pointed the staff directly at Sharp's crotch, and began to create.
This fireball, wrapped in Arthur's fiery passion, shines with the noblest chivalry!
The sun soul inherited from the ancestors, now freed from the constraints of clothing, has finally come to its blooming moment.
“Hiss…Wow!!”
Sharp was terrified, and felt an intense heat between his legs.
A blazing flame suddenly rose up, the skin was quickly burned, and one could even smell the faint aroma of roasted chicken around.
His sphere instantly turned frighteningly red, like a dazzling fireball!
"Fireball, is this the fireball?"
Sharp's facial features were distorted by the burns and he screamed.
I underestimated the enemy.
Seeing that there were only three fragile mages, he thought about using Blood Step to approach quickly and kill them quickly.
But he didn't expect to encounter a strange creature like Arthur, who, as a warlock, could both fight and resist.
He even came up with such an outrageous fireball technique!
The damage is average, but the pain and shame go deep into the soul!
Which person came up with this idea for him
Now his teammates are still far away from him, so he has to retreat.
He was able to withstand a mere fireball.
He was about to dodge with the Blood Step, but just as he took a step back, he heard Lister's calm and controlled voice, and he had already accumulated enough strength.
"Water Polo."
— "Water Ball Here!"
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