A plain-robed, staff-holding priest descended from the sky. Whether it was Legion Commander Burbon Silvis or the other aristocratic scions around, they lowered their heads to pay their respects and express their reverence.
Upon seeing this, an aristocrat with a bizarre expression hurriedly ran backward.
Before he had run a few steps, his head was removed by Bamund, who strode up before the priest and said respectfully, "Bishop Camille."
The priest merely nodded, gently tapping the aristocrat's head. The outer disguise was broken, and a bizarre mask appeared before everyone.
At the same time, across various parts of the Baxia Great Camp, the heads of over a hundred aristocratic scions exploded, and they died on the spot.
At the periphery, Velin witnessed this moment with his own eyes, touching his head with lingering fear.
Not far away, one of the aristocrats whose head had exploded was none other than the commander of the Fourteenth Transport Battalion, a veteran officer with rich wartime experience who had simply died inexplicably right before his eyes.
Bishop Camille glanced around and once again unleashed a divine art that enveloped the entire Baxia Great Camp. Aside from some aristocrats whose faces were distorted and who emitted painful wails, he detected no further power of the Evil God.
"Burbon, the Evil God's conspiracy has been eradicated. I leave the rest to you."
"Bishop Camille, I understand," Burbon replied, bowing.
A moment later, guards directly subordinate to the Sailop Legion Headquarters took away all the aristocrats who had previously exhibited abnormalities.
Velin watched the dejected, head-hanging aristocrats, shook his head without a word, and then returned to his tent.
The divine art detection Bishop Camille had just unleashed conducted an alignment check on the entire camp.
As long as an individual's alignment leaned toward the Evil Alignment,