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"Souleater above."

Standing amid the horrifying scene formed from Rivers of Blood, Caius, drenched in blood from head to toe, muttered to himself.

"XX above" was something religious believers often said. Depending on their faith, they could replace that "XX" however they wished.

After joining the Holy Light Church's army, Caius had gradually started treating "Holy Light above" as a convenient stock phrase as well, both because of his surroundings and the need to fit in. Most of the time, though, he only said it in his heart and rarely spoke it aloud.

But now, having killed to his heart's content as though he had released all the pressure that had built up inside him, he sincerely said:

"Souleater above."

Why Souleaters? Why not the Four Kings of New Londo, who stood higher up, or Manus, who stood even higher?

Because Gong Qiying had never specifically told him about those figures. Caius knew nothing about them, so he could only simply and crudely replace the object of his invocation with Souleaters.

It was an exceedingly plain and unadorned choice, yet it reflected exactly how he felt right now—utterly exhilarated!

For the time being, his class still counted as that of a Brave.

Even though he was participating in this war as a mercenary of the Holy Light Church, his identity as a Brave made him instinctively hold back in battle. He could not go all out against the human soldiers before him, except when fighting Hervey.

Everyone knew that suppressing oneself for too long could mess with one's head. Even if it had not reached that serious point yet, it still left one feeling constantly stifled and uncomfortable, while the accumulated pressure became unbearable.

And now, through the slaughter in the Painting World, Caius had fiercely swept away all the