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Chapter 78 What is hell?
dead.

dead.

dead.

On the way to the Kingdom of Black Rose, corpses stabbed with spears stood on both sides of the road. The blazing flames burned the corpses, lighting up the road like street lamps.

Occasionally, the corpse can be seen suddenly moving.

"Did the Death Cult cooperate with the Dusk Cult?" Ximu looked at the little mare and observed the corpses with spears on both sides.

"The person who has the habit of piercing corpses should be the Impaling Duke of the Order of Death, and the one who burns corpses is the Fire of Surtur."

He shook his head helplessly.

"Two of the most troublesome cults appeared here at the same time, and the situation is worse than initially expected."

"The worse the situation is, the easier it is to attract attention." Sitting sideways on the horse, Eden raised his hand to gently brush the golden hair around his ears.

Then he turned to explain to Akhtar who was sitting on the horse.

"If the movements of cultists are too obvious, church and state-level forces will intervene, which may make the situation easier to handle."

It's not a lie, if the cultists just sneak into the city alone, kill a random person suddenly, and then start fleeing directly.

On the contrary, there is no need to worry too much about the pursuit at the official level. After all, it is not worthwhile for the official level to waste a lot of resources and manpower on a mere murder case, unless the identity of the person killed is very important.

However, if the cultists gather on a large scale and begin to plan for a big event, the situation will change dramatically.

Power from the church and state levels will immediately be mobilized efficiently to deal with the cultists as quickly as possible.

"I hope so." Ximu laughed, seeming to be comforted by Eden's words, and his tone became much more relaxed.

He rode the little mare and rode all the way to the Kingdom of Black Rose.

Compared to the weird atmosphere outside, the Country of Black Rose appears to be very peaceful. People maintain a normal pace of life and seem to know nothing about the dismembered corpses outside.

There's something...something wrong with this group of humans.

The little mare looked around at the humans. Ever since she came to the country of black roses, she felt that everything was very strange.

"The mainstream belief in the country of Black Rose is the goddess of death. They believe that the world is the real hell, and hell is the real world."

Eden seemed to see the little mare's doubts and explained patiently:
"Believers of the Goddess of Death firmly believe that all the suffering they experience in life is because they committed sins in the "real" world, so they were sent to the "real" hell to suffer."

"After their natural death, the soul can return to the "real" human world and regain the qualifications to become a "person"."

"So believers of the Goddess of Death are not afraid of death. For believers of the Goddess of Death, this world is a real hell. Everyone is struggling and suffering in hell. Only at the moment when life ends can suffering be rewarded. Finish."

Little mare: "..."

She had indeed heard people talk about this concept, but after actually coming to the Country of Black Rose, she still felt...distorted, as if everyone here was a group of people with abnormal thinking.

Why do some people regard the world as hell?

"Your Excellency Akhtar, aren't you a believer of the goddess of death?" Eden kept smiling, turned to look at Akhtar aside, and said:
"You should have a very in-depth understanding of the believers of the Goddess of Death, right?"

"But I also believe in the goddess of life." Ximu explained casually, "Death is to give value to life, and life is to give value to death."

He smiled.

"So I don't quite agree with the ideas of ordinary followers of the Goddess of Death."

Little mare: "..."

If she hadn't understood the truth of the matter, she might have really thought that Akhtar's death power came from the goddess of death.

However, in fact, the source of Akhtar's death power is the Witch of Death, and he is a being who is specially favored by the Witch of Death.

He is also a high-ranking figure within the Order of Death. When Akhtar's strength increases in the future, he might become the leader of the Order of Death.

At that time, Akhtar was probably the most dangerous man in the world.

"It's a good thing that Mr. Akhtar can think of his own." Eden nodded, not surprised that Ximu was different from normal believers. After all, every believer can have his own interpretation of the path of the gods.

Having corresponding beliefs, and then interpreting them according to the corresponding beliefs, so as to understand the reality of the gods you believe in, is what a normal believer should do.

It’s not about believing in order to go to hell and enjoy happiness after death.

In a sense, the faith of the Country of Black Rose has gone astray, but it is precisely this kind of deviated belief that is the most accepted by the public.

And right now.

"Everyone has his or her own perspective to understand the goddess of death." A lazy male voice came, and there was a man with a slicked back hair, rings studded with gemstones on his hands, and a plush coat.

Behind him were dozens of guards, all wearing extremely fine armor and equipped with superior knight swords.

"Eight-legged horse, silver armor, handsome appearance... Well, welcome to the country of black roses, Lord Akhtar."

The man pointed to the Cathedral of the Goddess of Death in the distance under Ximu's surprised gaze.

"Hahaha... Sir Akhtar, you are a famous hero. It is difficult for us not to notice your arrival."

He introduced himself and led the way.

"Dollrance, you can call me that."

"You seem to have been waiting for me here?" Ximu asked as if suspicious, and then heard Dorrance's answer.

"I'm waiting for the heroes to arrive. As long as they are heroes who volunteer to fight against the Church of Dusk and the Order of Death, I will come out to greet them."

Speaking of which, Dowrance added another sentence.

"You are the hero who came to the Kingdom of Black Rose relatively early. Other heroes may still be on the way."

"Thanks for that, partner." Ximu glanced at the little mare, his smile showing pride, and Dollrance smiled upon seeing this.

"Being here so early is also a sign of your concern for the Country of Black Rose."

"Hehehe." Ximu smiled gently. Of course he had to come early, otherwise the group of heroes would come over and have to deal with the smart people from the Kingdom of Black Rose. Otherwise, they would hinder the Order of Death in the future. action.

……

...

after a while.

Cathedral of the Lady of Death.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, welcome to your arrival." The old man with wrinkled face smiled kindly and held Xi Mu's hands.

"With your joining, the Country of Black Rose will definitely be safer."

"Bishop Karen, my arrival does not mean that the Kingdom of Black Rose will be safe." Ximu shook his head and said something very sincerely.

The old man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then smiled:

"I didn't expect that a famous hero like you would also know this old antique like me. It's really an honor."

Ximu smiled: "Please don't be humble. Without your efforts, the Kingdom of Black Rose would not be as prosperous as it is today, let alone have so many followers of the Goddess of Death." "This is all the will of the Goddess of Death. Bishop Karen smiled very happily and took Ximu and Eden to visit the Cathedral of the Goddess of Death.

As he walked, he introduced the situation in the Country of Black Rose.

"The souls of the people killed by the Cult of Death should have gone to hell, but the people who have experienced the punishment of piercing are still alive. Even if they are continuously burned by the fire of Surtur, they are still not completely healed. die."

Speaking of this, Bishop Karen's voice became angry.

"Those cultists deprived... people of their right to die. This is an unforgivable felony and they must be punished!"

"It is indeed unforgivable." Ximu showed an angry expression, but Bishop Karen sighed after hearing this.

"Depriving people of the right to die is completely inconsistent with the teachings of the Death Cult. They are cultists who are obviously happy to give people death."

Having said this, he looked at Ximu with a pleading look.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, can you please investigate the truth of this matter?"

At present, who is most likely to investigate the matter clearly, that must be Akhtar. This does not mean that he believes in Akhtar's ability.

But it was because Hecate stood behind Akhtar.

"Okay." Ximu nodded seriously, and his expression became serious, "But Bishop Karen needs to give me some help."

"Of course there is no problem." Bishop Karen smiled kindly, "I will hand over the management of the Heretic Trial to your command. They are all the most elite believers in the Church of the Goddess of Death, and they will definitely be able to provide effective help."

In different churches, there are heresy trials. They are usually composed of believers with considerable strength. Each of them has unique abilities and is very powerful.

Any existence that is hostile to God or the church will be disintegrated under the blade of the Inquisition.

"Do you value me too much?" Ximu seemed to have difficulty understanding that he was being valued so highly, and subconsciously waved his hand in rejection.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at giving directions."

"No, I'm never wrong when it comes to people!" Karen grabbed Ximu's hand, his eyes revealing love, "My child, I believe you can do it."

In fact, he also felt that Akhtar was not good at commanding. Judging from his past actions, he was a lone ranger.

But even if Akhtar is a lone ranger, as long as the teacher behind him is capable.

"I... can give it a try." Ximu nodded reluctantly, not seeming very confident in himself.

Bishop Karen saw this and smiled kindly: "If you don't understand something, you might as well ask the person you trust most."

He is in a desperate situation.

"For example, Lady Hecate."

"..."

Eden, who was listening to the conversation between the two, felt a little helpless. Bishop Karen almost told Akhtar to ask his teacher for help.

As for why Bishop Karen didn’t invite him himself, it’s simply because Hecate is very busy. Not only does she have to deal with the internal affairs of the Magic Kingdom, she also spends a lot of time studying magic, and she goes directly to Hecate... very expensive, very expensive. expensive.

However, if the idea is changed and Akhtar is asked to ask Hecate, the situation will be completely different.

Not only do you not have to pay, but you can also let Hecate do her best to help.

Unless Hecate wants her apprentice to have trouble in the Kingdom of Black Rose.

"Well, I will ask Teacher Hecate for advice." Ximu touched the necklace on his wrist, his voice showing firmness.

"I'll contact Teacher Hecate later!"

"Hahaha... don't be too anxious." Bishop Karen smiled kindly and waved to the nun in the distance.

Explain after the nun comes to you.

"Sister Sharon, the clerk of the Heretic Hall, is the person who knows the most about the Heretic Hall besides me."

He smiled kindly.

"Let Sharon take you to learn about the Heretic Hall. Old man, I won't disturb you young people's chat."

"Then Bishop Karen, please go and do your work." Ximu kept smiling, looked at Bishop Karen who left, and decided to kill Bishop Karen tonight. After all, letting this old guy continue to live would not be conducive to his control of the heresy. Judgment Hall.

"Miss Sharon, I'll leave it to you next." He turned his attention to Sister Sharon aside, and saw that she was wearing a sexy black gelatin tights with several silver chains decorated on the gelcoat. The hand held an exaggerated black sickle.

Her temperament is cool and charming, making people want to lie down on the ground and be stepped on by the high heels worn by Sister Sharon.

It would be even better if it was paired with some expressions of disgust.

"Sir Akhtar, please come with me." Although it was an honorific, Sharon's voice sounded very cold.

She turned around and led the way without communicating too much with Ximu.

This is not because she hates Ximu, on the contrary, she has enough respect for Ximu that she might not even say a word to ordinary people.

Others are hell.

This is Sharon's creed. In order not to sink into hell, she can only reduce communication with others.

Otherwise, you will only sink deeper and deeper into hell.

……

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The Inquisition Hall.

In a dark conference room.

Ximu sat on the main seat, crossed his hands and fingers, looked around at the people sitting around the round table, and asked.

"Why...the environment has to be so dark?"

The atmosphere fell silent.

"This will give the atmosphere of the Heretic Trial Hall." Someone said uncertainly, and then the lights suddenly turned on.

Sharon walked over with an indifferent expression. She stood behind Ximu and spoke to everyone present.

"I can't see your face clearly. How will Sir Akhtar remember you? We are not allowed to make the conference room too dark in the future."

"Yes." Some people were crestfallen, but they did not refute. After all, Sharon was not only a strong woman, but also had a very sincere personality.

If I can solve the problem with my hands, I will definitely not talk nonsense with you.

"Your Excellency Akhtar, please allow me to introduce you to the members of the Heretic Trial Hall." Sharon bent down and whispered to Xi Mu.

Ximu looked subconsciously and happened to see the tall and tall mountains wrapped in gelcoat, reflecting the attractive luster in the light.

Well, I want to squeeze it.

(End of this chapter)