The boring life of the white devil

Mogilon didn't care at all about the looks of these scum.

They are just soldiers in name only. They are not needed in the war. Their mission is to contain the cities that have been swept away.

Everything comes from the great invention of the Naaru Church - true knowledge.

However, officials of the Republic seized control, renamed it the "Holy War System", and launched a so-called "Holy War" against the Persian Empire.

Although this result is what the Naru Church is looking forward to, hoping to rescue the angel Angel who is imprisoned at the top of the Holy King Tower.But when those officials took the lead, they felt inexplicable anger in their hearts.The defiant Republic Army even required church members to wear blue uniforms if they wanted to participate in the war.

Morgellon has no interest in war or bloodshed, even though he will be engaged in assassination work all day long.This despised job.

He had no regrets at all. Almost all of those he killed were people who had committed crimes but could not be judged.To do this, he can dye his hands black.Give all your dignity to the church.

Escape into the darkness and plunder those dirty lives.

He no longer wanted to have to eat the corpses of his relatives because of hunger.

Mogelon felt the pain and grief deeply.

For this reason, he desperately longed for the Son.I hope that the Holy Son will bring light to him so that there will no longer be seeds of hatred in his heart.He wanted to be reborn and hoped that the Son could redeem himself.

However, the Son rejected him and rejected Morgellon.

Although it seemed that the Holy Son was being held hostage by the red-haired female knight, Mogilon understood that this was the Holy Son rejecting him.I would rather become a prisoner of the empire and wear the imperial prison uniform than accept myself.

At that moment, Mogilon fell into infinite fear and confusion, and lost his ability to judge.

At that time, the Holy Son should be brought back no matter what means are used.

As long as there is the Son, there is hope.

This is what the Naru Church told itself.

But he failed, a failure that should not have been allowed.

But why, the Holy Son rejected himself.

Mogilon entered his troop's tent with deep thoughts.

Sitting inside were two of his subordinates, Zhuoluo and Michael.Two men with perfect muscles were eating dry food.Members of the church did not have the luxury of having meat and wine.

As a heresy inquest, a team, including the squad leader, is allowed to have up to 23 members.What a pitiful amount.

As compensation, every member who can join the Heretic Inquisition is an expert in combat.In a head-on battle, he will not lose to a seasoned warrior.And their character is enough for Mo Jilong to be friends of life and death.

"Hey, captain." Zhuoluo, who was sitting on the small bench, saw Mogelon and greeted him.

Michael was a man who didn't speak many languages ​​and only nodded to Mogelon.

"How is it? Have you heard any more news about the Holy Son?" Mojiron took off his mask.

It was a face that had gone through many vicissitudes of life, with sadness and loneliness in its pupils.The thick stubble around the mouth.

He has no upper lip. When he was young, he was cut off by gangsters in the slums with a knife.His white teeth can be clearly seen under his nostrils.

Just because he is a mixture of Eastern and Western people.In that republic, Easterners were looked down upon.Because he has black hair and pupils, but has a Westerner's high nose bridge and white skin.His childhood was filled with memories of abuse.

He wears a mask year-round.

Even so, the name "Lipless Mogellon" spread throughout the Republic Army.

Mogilon took off his military uniform, sweat dripping from his body.Since the last time, they have never found any trace of the Holy Son. Today, Mogelon's team almost all went out alone to look for traces.Zhuoluo and Michael were left behind as mobile and communication personnel.

He wiped the muscles on his strong body with a towel. The scarred skin was his battle record and glory.He has used his dirty hands to clear away countless heretics for the church.

Zhuoluo shook his head and spread his hands, "There is no news, only that the 'Pearl' was destroyed in Jerusalem and then detonated itself."

Mojiron stopped holding the towel in his hand, slightly surprised, "The Pearl crashed? Are you kidding me? That was a battleship carrying the True Knowledge." Mogilon thought for a moment and said, "It's the Saint Did you do it?"

What the church calls "true knowledge" is the "holy war system."

"Guess what it did." Zhuoluo drank the water from the bottle, "I bet you can't guess it."

Zhukluo is short in stature but has a loud voice.His yellow and messy hair proves that he is a pure Westerner.

"Speak quickly, or I'll cut off your tongue that always talks nonsense." Mogelon didn't like this kind of guessing.

"It's a cannonball! An old antique from the last century." When Zhuoluo spoke, he blinked in his eyes and kept waving his hands and making gestures. "It's the kind of black and round one that is fired by gunpowder. Those big iron balls without explosive power! Hey, captain, can you really believe it? Those iron balls knocked down the 'pearls' that those bastards outside the door were proud of. It's really a joy."

Chapter 32 True Knowledge

"Couldn't this be done by the Holy Son?" Mojiron narrowed his eyes.

This time the attack was carried out with the weapons of "True Knowledge". Just saying that the battleship had successfully conquered several cities.Unlimited power and firepower and the ability to fly.The bottom is even equipped with armor that can counteract magic.

How could it be shot down.

Relying on the powerful power of "true knowledge", the army of the Republic has become a decoration that only needs to be swept away.To say that such a thing could be shot down, it would probably only be possible with the power of the Holy Son.

"Are you saying that the Holy Son took this big iron ball and threw it into the sky, knocking down the 'Pearl'?" Zhuoluo finished eating the last mouthful of dry food, clapped his thighs and smiled.

Mogilon quickly walked to Zhuoluo's side, picked up his clothes, and let his short figure completely rise in the air.That's a stifling height.

Zhuoluo said with a painful expression, "Yes, I'm sorry. I won't do it next time."

Mogilon threw Zhuoluo away, and the latter fell hard to the ground.Then he put on his clothes and left the tent.

"Aren't you afraid that your life will be wiped out by the captain one day?" Michael Keith, who had been silent all this time, spoke up.

Although he is huge, his magic control is the most precise in the team.So I have been doing sniper support missions from a distance.

Zhuoluo adjusted his collar, although he didn't like this uniform very much.Still put the collar up.

"What do you know? Captain's method is definitely love. If I hadn't had this feeling, I would have died by his sword long ago." Zhuoluo regained his relaxed expression.

He and Mogelon would always have this kind of meaningless confrontation.

But almost all of them were beaten unilaterally by Zhuoluo, but he still wouldn't stop.

In a way, Zhuoluo is the person who knows Captain Mogellon best.

Like Morgellon, or most of the members of the Inquisition, he was an orphan raised by the church.The church educated them in knowledge, combat skills, magic, and etiquette.

But the difference between him and Mogelon is that he joined the Heretic Inquisition in order to survive.Because the church gave me a generous bonus, that's all.

As for "true knowledge", Zhuoluo was disgusted to the extreme.

He has no faith and does not believe in angels. He only believes in the magic power and the sword in his hand.

I have no favorable impressions of those "true knowledge" and "jihadist systems" that have been created in violation of taboos.

Although it brings incomparable power, with such power, conquering the entire continent is not a dream.He can create greater achievements than the previous King of Heroes.

"Relying on the power of the monster, it makes people feel hairy to the bone. It's true." Zhuoluo spat on the ground.

Zhuoluo knows what "true knowledge" is. Although the church calls it the ultimate evolution of human beings, it is basically a monster and demon created by human beings.

Mojiron walked out of the team's tent, intending to find the whereabouts of the Holy Son.

I heard the soldiers nearby whispering, "Did you hear that the four 'Steel Knights' sent out by the top were also defeated and turned into scrap metal near a lake near Jerusalem."

"Eh? Are you serious? Are there any troops in the empire that can defeat four 'Steel Knights'? During training, none of our teams defeated one!"

Fortunately, the "Steel Knight" was set in a mode that would not attack the Son.Mo Jilong felt a little relieved.

The faces of the two soldiers were filled with smiles after victory, with no sense of urgency at all, just like two drunkards chatting about gossip in a tavern.

"Steel Knight" is another taboo used by the Nalen Republic - soul refinement.Use alchemy to refine souls on items, and you can obey the alchemist's orders.

Because I don’t know that the refined soul has self-awareness or personality.This is prohibited in any country on this continent.But the Nalen Republic did such a thing openly.

They went crazy to win.

Soul refinement cannot control the entire battleship and generate unlimited energy like "true knowledge".Just someone who can perform the operation of soul refining is already an amazing alchemist.

On the clumsy armor, there are not even ten people on this continent who can perform soul refining operations.

In order to conquer this continent, the Nalen Republic must first defeat the Persian Empire.

In order to defeat the Persian Empire, they used all available and unavailable means.

"True knowledge" and "soul refinement" are only part of it.

Mogelon believed that this was the behavior of the Holy Son. Apart from the Holy Son, it was really unimaginable that anyone in the empire, which had long been accustomed to peace, could defeat those four warriors who knew no pain.

"Then why are you still sitting here!" Mogilon couldn't bear it anymore.

Each time a city is captured.These stupid Nalen soldiers handed over the task of mopping up the enemies to the "Steel Knights".They can only rely on that powerful taboo and enjoy the benefits.

Almost all the Nalen soldiers stood up, and everyone in the blue sea of ​​people drew their swords.

Mogilon also pulled out the two swords on his waist, one long and one short.

Both of his hands will be equipped with weapons, and Morgellon cannot use magic.

In the Nalen Republic, only wealthy people can pay for magicians to train them.Even among the heretical interrogation groups trained by the church, only a few people know how to use simple magic.

The left hand holds a long sword, and the right hand holds a short sword in the backhand.

Kneel down and prepare for battle.

"What a bastard, do you know you are talking to a noble human being? Can you use human language? You bastard!" A soldier said to Mogelon.

The surrounding Nalen soldiers laughed.The Republic of Nalen is particularly unfriendly to Easterners, especially those with black hair and pupils.Morgellon's lips are proof of that.

In their eyes, such people are nothing more than dirty things.

Soldiers continued to surround him.

The fact that this man repeated "son of a bitch" twice did not irritate Mogelon. He had long been accustomed to this kind of title.

Because of their negligence, they may have let the Son go.

This was intolerable to him.If these incompetent soldiers want to use force.

Even if he is outnumbered, he still has the confidence to take away many of those faces that make people feel sick to his stomach.

"What are you doing!"

There was a loud voice.

The soldiers made a way, and a man with disheveled hair walked out.

That was the captain who once besieged Aicilia.

In this operation, Mogelon's position was second only to the captain.But none of the captain's subordinates were afraid of Mogellon.

"Whoever fails to put away his weapons will be dealt with according to military law!"

The captain's name is Agri Sasat, and he is a traditional Naren officer.I don't like people with black hair either.

I just don't want the number of subordinates who just suffered a defeat to decrease again.

He knew the strength of this Mogelon.

Definitely no worse than the female knight who just killed a hundred of her soldiers.

The soldiers put away their swords in their scabbards and returned to their original positions to continue drinking.But there was an unconvinced expression on his face.They all thought that if their captain didn't show up, they could give this arrogant Oriental a lesson.

"Captain Mogellon, I'm sorry."

Agri left after completing the minimum etiquette.

Mogelon also put away his two swords.

A man left this temporary camp alone.

Even though his hands were stained, he didn't kill people just because he wanted to.

He just longs for salvation. When he ends other people's lives, he hopes that someone will also end his own life.Or give yourself salvation.

Since it was the church that had saved him once, it told him that he could be saved as long as he found the Son.

So in order to get the Holy Son, it doesn't matter no matter how many people are killed.

As long as it can be redeemed.

Great angel Angel, please save the lost lamb.

Countless people in despair pray like this.

Chapter 33 Ragnarok

The world has gone crazy.The world went completely crazy a long time ago.