The Novice Knight had been beaten until his ears rang and stars swam before his eyes.
He lay on the ground, mouth hanging open, staring blankly at the indignant Cultist Deputy Squad Leader before him. His mind felt like ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through it.
What the fuck?
You're an Abyss Cultist, and you're lecturing me about moral boundaries?
About ingratitude?
What the fuck is wrong with you!!!
Beside him, [Give Me Your Phone] immediately stepped forward as well.
He folded his arms, put on an incredulous expression, and chimed in theatrically:
"Who would've thought! He's actually a tough nut to crack!"
"At death's door, and he's still trying to feed us false information!"
"You believers in False Gods really are rotten to the core!"
[Give Me Your Phone] spun around and loudly ordered the dozen or so Cultist underlings behind him, who were still a little dazed:
"Everyone, cover your ears! Don't believe a single word of his bullshit!"
"This bastard's mouth is full of lies! Every word out of it is a trap laid by Winterhold!"
[Give Me Your Phone] had just established his glorious image as a "good captain" in front of these underlings.
Now, to these raw recruits, his words were practically an unquestionable divine edict!
"So he was lying to us!"
"We almost fell for that False God's believer's trick!"
Realization dawned on the dozen or so Cultists, and the looks they directed at the Novice Knight grew even angrier and more contemptuous.
The Winterhold Novice Knight lying in the mud saw the dozen or so Cultists looking at him like he was trash.
His swollen face twitched violently, and his entire body trembled with rage!
Humiliation!
This was the ultimate humiliation!
*He was a proud Novice Knight of Winterhold! Even if the Cultists