So It Was Happily Decided

Adrian did not even glance at the unlucky fellow on the ground, instead looking at the others.

"The High Priest's order was that we must obtain the Holy Avenger no matter what. The Holy Avenger cannot fall into the hands of those hypocritical churches of good gods! Yet you idiots can't even figure out who has the Holy Avenger!"

Adrian spoke coldly to the cultists. The killing intent around him slowly began to gather, and none of his earlier frivolity remained. At that moment, Adrian was like a demon freshly returned from the Blood War, his entire body brimming with brutal, terrifying murderous intent.

This was the Eye of Fear's true form!

In an instant, every cultist dropped to their knees and trembled! Within the Church of Fear, the Eye of Fear's reputation was far more formidable than it was outside. The Church of Fear itself was a collective built on power, and here, power was everything. So long as you could kill the person above you, you could rise another step.

Thus, over the years, the people the Eye of Fear had killed most were actually members of the Church of Fear itself! The Eye of Fear had always been the blade of successive High Priests of the Church of Fear, the blade they used to maintain their status. Anyone who dared threaten the High Priest's position became a target of the Eye of Fear.

The God of Fear supported this. He believed that only in this way could every member of the church remain useful. Those losers who were killed were weaklings who had been eliminated, and the God of Fear had no need for weaklings.

Thus, upon seeing Adrian's bearing, every cultist present fell to their knees, terrified of becoming the next unlucky victim.

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