Chapter 73

She even wanted to laugh at Antia. This woman was still as stupid as she was a thousand years ago. She obviously had such a treasure around her, but she didn't know how to get it.

But before she could take action, she was overtaken by Ekaterina.

This made the Storm Witch very upset. She had deliberately separated Qin Chu and Yekaterina from going upstairs and downstairs, but the woman actually ran up by herself.

She couldn't just rush in and join.

But now that upstairs is finally over, I just don’t know if Qin Chu can still do it.

While thinking about it in her heart, the Storm Witch stood up with her tall body and walked towards the door.

But just when the Storm Witch walked to the door, a voice that seemed slightly different from before came from upstairs again.

hiss……

Storm Witch gasped.

No, are you coming?

Don’t they all know how tired they are?

Even if you want to continue, why not take a break?

Although she felt more and more irritable in her heart, the Storm Witch had no other choice. She could only stay in the room quietly, listening to the sounds coming from upstairs, and waiting patiently.

She started to get a little worried...

If all the seeds of life were taken away by Catherine, there would be nothing left for her.

…

On the other side, Qin Chu gently opened the door.

Listening to Yekaterina's voice coming from the room behind him, Qin Chu looked a little weird.

To be honest, Ekaterina's acting skills are really not very good. Listen to this voice, her tone is flat, perfunctory, and without any fluctuations. Anyone with a little experience can feel that something is wrong.

Be more dedicated, please, can you have more emotion in your voice?

However, considering that the Storm Witch has lived here alone for thousands of years, it is difficult to say whether she has experienced it before. Even if she has experienced it, she has probably forgotten it long ago.

Come to think of it, the Storm Witch wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

People are curious.

Qin Chu is no exception.

Reason told him that his goal was only revenge and he could just settle his own affairs. What had happened on Tianqiong Road and the conflict between the real masters and gods had nothing to do with him. Forcibly involved would not have the slightest impact. benefit.

But, curiosity killed the cat.

The more we cannot know something, the more we want to explore it.

What's more, Qin Chu vaguely felt that he had already been involved in this huge whirlpool. In this case, it would not do him any harm to know more about it.

After such a thought emerged in his mind, the slight resistance in his heart disappeared immediately, and he walked towards the room next to him with peace of mind.

This seemed to be an office, with the Storm Lord's emblem hanging on the damaged wall.

The table was covered with dust, as thick as snow.

There were some documents placed on the table. Qin Chu walked over slowly. He first carefully sensed the surroundings and found that there were no hidden traps or anything like that. Then he stretched out his fingers towards the documents on the table. Go, but just after Qin Chu's fingers touched those papers...

Silently...as if a certain string was touched, the document instantly turned into powder.

It is finely ground like flour, like ashes after being burned by fire.

Not just the paper, but the paintings on the wall and the desk all disappeared in an instant, and even the porcelain placed nearby as decoration turned into fine quicksand.

Qin Chu's eyes were a little dark, and a thousand years would be enough to wear away everything.

The beds in her and Ekaterina's room, the doors, windows, and even the floors and walls of the temple were all prepared by Violet later. This woman stubbornly wanted to maintain the Temple of Storms in its original appearance. I don’t want this temple to disappear completely, even though except for the barely visible appearance, the interior has long since decayed... Everything that originally belonged to this temple has long since come to an end in the long river of time.

There was nothing left to explore in this room. Qin Chu walked to the other room next door, and the situation in this room was no different. Even the airflow caused by Qin Chu pushing the door directly caused the rest of the room to be empty. Those things underneath turned to dust.

But Qin Chu did not give up. He believed that there must be something in this temple that could guide him to find the truth.

Walking from room to room, there is almost no difference in the scene in front of you.

Second floor, third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor...

Qin Chu didn't miss any small corner.

Until the end, Qin Chu even ventured into the first floor.

Far away from where Violet was, Qin Chu discovered a small, dark room. There was even a complete statue of the Storm Lord in this small room, which seemed to be a room used for confession and prayer.

No one knows what the gods look like, and the statues are only based on the imagination of believers.

This is a tall man with a majestic body. Although thousands of years have passed, the majesty of this statue remains the same as before. This seems to be a place where Violet often hangs out, and it is not as thick as other places. Thick dust.

On the surrounding walls, messy words, patterns, and symbols were drawn with almost crazy strokes... You can see these traces from the deep depressions in the wall and the stiff and twisted strokes. What kind of chaos is deep inside a person's heart.

Even the statue has traces of repairs, some places have been repaired many times, and the cracks have clear layers. The multiple destruction and repairs make the statue look even weird.

On the wall above the head of the Storm Lord statue, it seems that a few twisted big characters were written with a knife.

Where is He?

At the end of the stroke, a long crack was pulled down on the wall.

Right at the feet of the statue, there was a notebook with a dark cover and two cross patterns.

Qin Chu subconsciously wanted to reach out, but he hesitated, worried that the notebook would turn into powder like before.

After a brief hesitation, Qin Chu finally stretched out his fingers and touched the cover of the notebook with as soft a force as possible... This time, the notebook did not turn into ashes.

It was obviously just a simple action, but Qin Chu felt that he was very tired. He quietly wiped the sweat on his forehead and opened the notebook.

The first thing that caught his eyes was a few heart-shaking scarlet words:

The gods are dead!

…

On the other side, the Death Knight Karsus had left the place where Benson's body was.

Riding on the white bone warhorse under his crotch, he ran wildly against the wind like a ghost. Even the cold night wind could not extinguish the fire in his heart.

Because, when he was collecting Benson's remains, he found the white stockings that Benson was holding tightly in his palm.

On the stockings were two symbols drawn by Benson with his own blood.

One symbol represented the Holy Church.

One symbol represented the Mother Earth Cult.

He had never been as angry as he was now.

The bloody pattern was obviously the signal Benson left for himself before he died.

If Benson was just killed by a monster, Karsus would be sad but not so angry. After all, humans and monsters are natural enemies.

But, being killed by his own people made Karsus's anger completely uncontrollable.

Karsus is the dumbest member of the brave team, followed by Benson and Crazy Muse. The three of them have the best relationship and the deepest affection in the brave team, and are even nicknamed the stupid trio by Jello.

Karsus never felt that this was an offense, on the contrary, he felt that this was a manifestation of the brave's intimacy with him.

In fact, Karsus was not so stupid.

Some of the legends about Karsus are actually true. He is indeed from a prominent family. His father is a famous nobleman and has noble blood.

He is indeed gifted and has grown very fast since he was a child.

He also has a fiancée who is not a great sage but has good strength, elegant, noble, beautiful and gentle.

However, he is also arrogant and impulsive.

His master warned him that although he is very strong and progresses quickly, his state of mind is unstable, so he asked him to suppress it and let his heart keep up with his strength.

But the arrogant Karsus didn't listen to his master's words at all. He was still constantly attacking higher levels, which brought disaster. When he was breaking through the level, he began to hear some indescribable and incomprehensible mumbling in his ears because of his unstable heart.

He didn't know where the voice came from, but the voice made him feel particularly irritated.

Countless strange and distorted illusions appeared in front of his eyes, making him confused and crazy.

In his extremely crazy state, he destroyed everything crazily. When he regained consciousness, he saw his father's head in his hand and his mother's body was cut in half...

His brother's body was cut in half by a knife.

He became a murderous demon, and his fiancée left him.

He was rebuked and hunted by countless people...

From that moment on, Karsus changed. He was no longer the handsome and elegant nobleman. He became dull, numb and stupid.

He didn't want others to see his face anymore. He wrapped his whole body with thick black metal armor.

When he was alone, it was the brave man who reached out to him.

He became a companion of the hero, but because of his dullness, numbness and stupidity, he could only follow the orders of Jello or other heroes, and never made his own decisions.

But now, he was completely angry.

This was the first time he made a decision by his own will after his change.

He wanted to avenge Benson.

He wanted to use the blood and heads of those damned charlatans of the Holy Church to commemorate his best friend.

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Chapter 102 Brother, I have avenged you (please recommend votes and monthly tickets)

In Karsus's dull, dull and stupid mind, the mark on the white stockings that Benson held tightly in his palm was his guidance to himself.

It was the Holy Church that betrayed Benson.

He wanted to use the heads of the members of the Holy Church to commemorate his best friend.

He knew that there was a patrol team formed by the Holy See's paladins at the border.

When he came to support Benson, he saw those people.

He was angry and crazy.

His ears seemed to echo with indescribable whispers again. Only the blood of those people could extinguish the burning flame in his heart.

The white-bone warhorse galloped wildly on the ground, and a large cloud of dust was swirling behind it.

Karsus didn't know how long he had been advancing. A river appeared in front of him, and next to the river was a temporary camp.

There were thousands of Holy See paladins stationed in the camp. Except for a few who were on night duty, most of them were resting in tents.

The bonfire burned and the curling black smoke spread in the night sky, and the sound of the river echoed in the ears.

Several paladins gathered around the bonfire, holding metal bottles filled with spicy liquor. Although the Holy See had many rules, it did not prohibit alcohol. Moreover, for these people who went out on patrol, if there was no stimulation from alcohol, physical fatigue would soon make people unable to support themselves.

"Damn, the first generation of heroes died too quickly. If the first generation of heroes hadn't rashly run over to fight the devil, he wouldn't have been torn to pieces." A paladin took a sip of wine and muttered a little depressed.

He had never seen the first generation of heroes.

But he had heard of some things about the first generation of heroes.

In his opinion, only a brain cramp would go to fight the devil.

Another paladin was also unhappy: "Who said it wasn't? Although a second-generation hero has been summoned, it is said that his talent is better than the first generation, but now he only knows how to stay in the imperial city all day, drinking and having sex, and has no intention of coming out to fight monsters. Coward..."

I don't know if it's because of drunkenness, or if this is what they really think, or if it's because they went out on patrol in the cold wind and cold night, which caused too much resentment in their hearts. They didn't consider that the second-generation hero's current strength is simply not enough to face powerful monsters.

They were just venting their dissatisfaction:

"Damn it, we summoned the hero to deal with monsters, not to let him stay in the city to play with women..."

"We are paladins, and we have to do this kind of work for ordinary soldiers. This is an insult to us!"

Suddenly, a stronger paladin seemed to sense something. He raised his head and saw the dark figure in the moonlight.

The ghost-like figure made his body tremble. He subconsciously reached out to grab the spear next to him, but soon he felt something was wrong.

This figure seems familiar. Isn't this the filial son Karsus in the Brave Team?