What the Hell Is a Saint? (2)

Ileta had seen far too many souls consumed by Desire: powerful sages, handsome and elegant Knight, invincible warriors, revered nobles, and even clergy...

This piqued Ileta's curiosity.

What is Desire?

What exactly is Desire, that it can cause so many people of high status and position to fall into depravity?

She wanted to experience things other than pain.

Qin Chu was the only man she could get close to.

Whether she loved Qin Chu or not, this was the only option, and besides, she didn't dislike the man in front of her.

After thinking for a moment, Ileta's slender fingers hooked the black ribbon on her shoulder.

The lace dress slid down her fair and rounded body.

Right here at the front-line camp fighting the Magic Creature.

There was a sense of oppression in the air.

Some soldiers are repairing the front-line positions. Although there are fewer than 7,000 men left, they have not received orders to retreat. It is said that the Empire will soon send a batch of soldiers to maintain this defensive line.

Of course, this was the work of ordinary soldiers; the clergy and Knight who came from the imperial Imperial City would never do such lowly work.

Angelica sighed helplessly and left the tent with Antasia, glancing at Violet and Norma outside. "Master just sent a message."

"He has very important things to do right now and simply can't spare the time."

"We can't return in a short time, so let's hold on for one more day and keep it a secret."

They all knew that Qin Chu was dealing with a very important matter, and their task was to create the illusion that Qin Chu had been staying in the tent the whole time.

However, maintaining this illusion is not an easy task.

Perhaps because of Qin Chu's extraordinary performance, he was very popular among the surviving soldiers, and almost every hour, many people came to invite Qin Chu.

The newly joined members of the Hero's Party also hoped to take this opportunity to get closer to Qin Chu, and the visitors outside the tent were almost constant.

Norma stuck out her tongue helplessly. "Mr. Qin has been gone for a long time now. Could he have gotten involved with some girl again?"

There was one more thing she didn't say: Just like herself back then.

Mr. Qin seems to possess a special charm that always attracts those very... well, strange girls.

Upon hearing this, Antasia, Angelica, and even Violet all looked somewhat strange... To go out and hook up with a girl seems a bit far-fetched, but if it's Qin Chu, it doesn't seem impossible.

Angelica gave a somewhat dry laugh, "Heh, no... it can't be that bad, can it? Even Master shouldn't be able to do that. He probably really has encountered some trouble that's difficult to handle."

After a pause, Angelica spoke again, "Miss Norma, would you please come into the tent now?"

"I'm sorry, this could damage your reputation."

Norma quickly waved her little hand to indicate that she didn't care.

Sure enough, not long after Norma entered the camp, Barnal arrived with several warriors. With a smile on his face, Barnal waved to Violet and the others from a distance. He knew that although these women were very strong and held high positions, they were completely different from the arrogance of the upper class, unlike the clergy of the Earth Mother Church, the Holy Church, and the royal guard Knight.

"Miss Violet ...oh, and Miss Antasia and Miss Angelica too, you've finally come out..."

The slight flush on their faces was enough to tell that the Hero had satisfied these two beautiful women quite a bit last night.

"By the way, where is Miss Norma, and where is His Excellency the Hero?" Barnal was very talkative, his face, covered in a thick beard, always adorned with a hearty smile, "My men have hunted some game and want to treat Mr. Qin to a good meal..."

Angelica's cheeks were still slightly flushed; she seemed very embarrassed. Clutching the hem of her skirt, she gave a graceful curtsy. "General Barnal, I'm so sorry, my master has worked hard all night and is still resting. Norma is taking care of him..."

Well, after a long night, it's time for a good rest... But, is our Hero really resting inside?

Miss Norma is inside the tent; is she resting?

Barnal and his group of henchmen exchanged bewildered glances, all sensing the shock in each other's eyes. They all silently exclaimed in admiration:

The Hero has amazing energy.

Since the Hero was resting, Barnal naturally wouldn't be so tactless as to disturb him. With an ambiguous smile on his face, a group of soldiers left with their arms around each other's shoulders.

As they passed the camps of the Earth Mother Church, the Royal Family, and the Holy Church, a strong sense of disgust was clearly felt in the eyes of several people.

Just as the clergy and Knight looked down on these peasant soldiers, these soldiers also looked down on those pampered, arrogant fools.

Especially when they saw some priests and Knight inside looking at them with eyes full of rejection and condescension, they felt even more annoyed. It was as if even walking past their tents was a defilement to them, and that the air under the same sky had become polluted.

This aversion may have existed for a long time, but it has never been expressed as clearly as it is now.

"Pooh..."

One soldier, unable to contain his disgust, spat on the ground.

"A bunch of bastards who eat human food but do nothing like human beings."

This scene was witnessed by a Knight from the Earth Mother Church.

The Knight's face instantly twisted and contorted in rage. How dare he spit on the Earth Mother Church's camp?

"Desecrator, die!"

With a loud shout, the Knight's lance instantly transformed into a streak of light, hurled towards the soldier in an attempt to pin his body to the ground.

No trial is even necessary!

Blasphemer!

He deserves to die!

I'm in Guangdong, and I'm feeling numb lately. It's back to the daily grind of queuing for nucleic acid tests...

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Chapter 227 What kind of shit is the Holy Son? (2)

The soldiers, who were civilians, would not have dared to commit such a blasphemous act.

But now, a saying is circulating among the soldiers.

Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?

Why are those people born as high-ranking nobles and clergy?

Why should I be treated as a lowly commoner, subjected to such bullying?

Why is it that I, fighting on the front lines against Magic Creature, risking my life to kill Magic Creature, am left only to endure poverty and oppression, while the upper classes enjoy peace and comfort in the Imperial City?

Why should I be considered an upper-class person?

Resentment had already been brewing silently for some time.

All that's missing is a spark.

These upper-class people who came from the Imperial City were deeply despised by these warriors who had experienced blood and fire for their performance in the fight against the Magic Creature. During the battle, they hid in the corners like trembling rats, but after the war, they despicably stepped forward to plunder all the credit.

It was as if their brothers' sacrifice was nothing more than a trivial matter.

Onions' speech further fueled the soldiers' discontent.

The conflict between the two sides is visibly escalating rapidly, and a conflict could erupt at any moment.

However, the Royal Imperial Guard, under the control of two clever men, Morton and Carol, was instructed that their Knight must not provoke the surviving soldiers in any way during this period, lest they inadvertently cause a mutiny.

On the Holy Church's side, there were also Rosweisse and an archbishop offering reassurance. Although Rosweisse was cunning, it was precisely because of her cunning that Rosweisse was able to see the hidden spark.

On the Earth Mother Church side, the leaders were the Holy Son Onions and the Holy Maiden Inas... In reality, there was only Onions. The Knight, priests, and nuns of the Earth Mother Church completely inherited Onions's personality; they were arrogant, conceited, and treated the surviving soldiers like slaves.

This also led to the soldiers' anger towards the Earth Mother Church being far stronger than towards the other two sides.

Even the execution of seventy-six nobles by the emperor did not arouse such intense resentment towards the empire.

So when these soldiers passed by the camp of the Earth Mother Church and saw the arrogant and domineering people inside, their dissatisfaction exploded, and they spat out a mouthful of saliva.

To the Knight of the Earth Mother Church, these lowly commoners could be killed on the spot if they committed any blasphemous act.

There was absolutely no need for any trial.

In the Skyvault Continent, the power of the upper class is absolute.

Whether it is imperial power or divine power.

They wield the power of life and death over the common people. They are accustomed to this power and this feeling of being superior. Even though the invasion of Magic Creature requires a large number of civilians to fill the battlefield, and the status of civilians is slightly improved as a result, it cannot change the status of both sides, nor can it change their mindset, which has almost become an ingrained part of them.

Spitting is blasphemy.

Blasphemer.

Kill!

As he watched the spear hurtling towards him, Barnal's expression changed drastically.

As a commoner, Barnal's ability to rise to the highest civilian rank of centurion in the army is enough to prove Barnal excellence.

He had learned some Battle Qi, though only at a very basic level.

However, years of fighting Magic Creature have given Barnal combat experience far exceeding that of the Knight of the Earth Mother Church.

The moment the Earth Mother Church's Knight's expression changed, Barnal knew something was wrong. He shoved his brother aside, and almost simultaneously, a shield appeared in his left hand.

Bang... Clang!

With a sharp, piercing sound, a string of sparks exploded on the metal shield.

The powerful impact sent Barnal staggering backward.

His face, covered in a thick beard, was glaring with anger. The muscles beneath the dark skin of his arms were bulging. Muffled groans kept coming from his throat. He staggered back several steps before finally managing to stop.

His arm was even a little numb from the impact of the spear. As expected of a cleric, his strength was far superior to that of these untrained soldiers.

A dull pain shot through his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, a sight that made his close friends' eyes widen in horror.

Their anger surged, their fingers clenched tightly, almost biting down.

But Barnal, true to his nature, paid no heed to his injuries. He merely wiped the blood from his mouth and beard and straightened up again.

His gaze fixed on the Knight not far ahead. "Sir Knight, is it really going too far to kill my brother just because he spat on me?"

"Spitting normally won't get you killed, but it depends on where you spit. Spitting in front of the Earth Mother Church's camp is disrespectful to the Earth Mother. Why wouldn't you kill her?"

The Knight of the Earth Mother Church felt there was absolutely nothing wrong with his actions; his expression even became somewhat ferocious, a cruel smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he smugly stared at Barnal: "Barnal, you actually dared to harbor a heretic who blasphemed the Earth Mother... You... will die too."

As the Knight's voices rang out, more and more Knight emerged from the rear tents.

Their faces were all smug grins; they didn't mind proving their worth and status by slaughtering these few ordinary civilians.

The number of Knight increased, from dozens to hundreds. They stood haphazardly together, whispering amongst themselves, seemingly discussing who to attack first.

Even some seemingly kind-looking pastors joined in.

Upholding the glory of Earth Mother is the inescapable responsibility of all believers.

They are meek and submissive when facing Magic Creature, but they will strike hard against civilians.

These smug clergymen didn't take a few commoners seriously at all; they were like tiny ants on the ground, easily crushed by them.

They weren't afraid of a military mutiny; those were just a bunch of civilians, a bunch of domesticated pigs. Civilian rebellion had never happened on the Skyvault Continent before, and they didn't have the courage.

Barnal was Wrath, Wrath to the point of sorrow.

This is what the upper echelons of the empire truly look like.

He felt no fear, only a cold gaze as he looked at the people before him.

The fact that these lowly commoners showed no fear on their faces was taken as a provocation by the clergy of the Earth Mother Church. They were accused of blasphemy against the Earth Mother, yet they showed no remorse, did not immediately kneel on the ground to beg for forgiveness, and even dared to glare at them.

What a despicable bunch! Perhaps they should be tortured with the harshest and cruelest punishments.

They were about to take action.

But suddenly, the clergy heard some faint noises coming from all around them.

They instinctively looked around and were shocked to see a large number of soldiers putting down their work, picking up their rusty weapons, some of which were just the claws and teeth of Magic Creature, and forming neat ranks to surround them from all directions.

Boom... Boom... Boom... Boom...

The synchronized footsteps combined to form a thunderous roar.

The earth seemed to tremble.