He refused to believe that these Heretics were all pious-faced fools. There had to be some stronger ones among them.
Careful, careful, and more careful.
Lu Yuan thought silently, tightening his grip on Frey's wrist.
[Environmental Perception: A faint contamination aura detected. Exercise caution.]
The gray-white text popped up without warning.
Lu Yuan stopped in his tracks.
Something had caught up with them.
He tilted his head and gave Frey a look, signaling for her to move back. Then he turned around, looking in the direction indicated by the gray-white text.
Deep within the thick fog that had gathered again, four or five figures slowly emerged from the gray-white haze.
They looked utterly ordinary, dressed in old, coarse-cloth clothes and dark, close-fitting outfits. Their clothing was plain, even shabby, and they looked almost exactly like the two Heretics he had killed earlier.
The figure at the front stopped at the edge of the fog. His gaze settled on Lu Yuan, but he did not attack immediately.
A moment later, a trace of delighted surprise appeared in his eyes.
His gaze passed over Lu Yuan and landed on Frey behind him.
At that moment, gray-white text also appeared in Lu Yuan's vision.
[Target detected: Withered Glory Society Heretic (Believer Transcendent) (Consciousness entity)] [A human who has begun worshipping the being known as ■■■■.] [Target detected: Devout Withered Glory Society Heretic (Believer Transcendent) (Consciousness entity) (Fanatical)] [An extremely fanatical human who has begun worshipping the being known as ■■■■.] [He has received greater protection from ■■■■.]
"To think there is a devout believer upon whom our Holy Sovereign has cast his gaze."
The leader spoke in a hoarse voice, yet his tone was so reverent it was almost gentle.
"We will lead you to meet the Holy Sovereign