With these questions in mind, the fallen priest completed the shaving of his head, and Inspector Tailun seemed to have noticed his abnormality as well. So he was hoisted out of the city by rope and left to collect the Blood Corpse alone.
Compared to shaving heads, this task was not only more arduous but also more dangerous.
Although most of the Blood Corpse had eaten the veterans' barbecue all night, not many of them were completely dead. While the body was being moved, the Blood Corpse that weren't quite dead would occasionally let out roars like "Ah!" or "Ya!" and would even unconsciously tear at the things around them.
After being frightened several times, the corrupt priest finally chose to behead the body before moving it.
The addition of a physically demanding step made the work more strenuous, but as long as I could survive, the extra effort wasn't a big deal.
Even after he had completed such a heavy workload, Inspector Tailun still did not let him off the hook.
When asked politely if there was anything else he could do for him, Tailun simply nodded expressionlessly, his cold voice ringing out:
"Have."
He waved his hand, and a strangely dressed warrior beside him threw a shovel towards the outskirts of the city where the fallen priests were located.
"The last task: dig a hole to bury the body."
The priest looked at the shovel in front of him, then at the nearly two hundred Blood Corpse corpses behind him, and could hardly believe his ears.
"Sir, how big of a pit would we have to dig to bury so many corpses?!"
Tailun on the city wall had already turned and left, but his cold voice was carried to his ears by the autumn wind:
"It doesn't need to be too big, just enough to fit one person."
Tailun's figure disappeared on the city wall, while the warriors holding large shields still watched the fallen priest warily, as if he would be fatally struck if he did anything other than digging a pit.
The priest realized something and wanted to say something, but he had no idea how to do it.
The inspector's words just now explained everything; in that instant, he understood the unusual nature of last night's battle.
Those were clues that only someone like him, who had personally participated in the battle, could discover. If they were just some doubts before, now they all made sense.
This inspector is definitely suspicious!
But the priest was clearly more worried about himself than about the bishop who was left alone in the church.
Before him stood a group of fully armed soldiers, and behind him lay a dense forest littered with Blood Corpse. Two lines of tears streamed down the fallen priest's face. Realizing he had reached the end of his road, he picked up a shovel and began digging his own grave, shovel by shovel.
Within the Weeping Willow Town, below the city wall.
[ Zhongde ] approached Tailun and asked:
"Is this really okay? Unless it's Blood Corpse that kills us..."
Tailun nodded firmly:
" The Son of God said that it's okay to handle one or two cases like this; consider it a relief for those with mild infections."
[ Zhongde ] scratched his head, even more puzzled:
"What if they weren't infected at all? Your Soul Tree, isn't it supposed to be able to determine the cause of death...?"
Tailun's tone remained confident:
"This Son of God being also said that we should just consider it a mistake, since the person is already dead..."
"Is this even acceptable?"
[ Zhongde ] widened his eyes, while Tailun whispered:
"Yeah, there are quite a few dead, so it shouldn't be a problem for one or two to sneak in."
Seeing that the Soul Returner did not pursue the matter further, Tailun composed himself and quietly asked [ Zhongde ] beside him:
"Senior Soul Returner, was my performance just now alright?"
[ Zhongde ] nodded repeatedly and casually commented:
"Yes, yes, you must remember, you're actually a big guy, and your stern face is far more intimidating than most people's."
Tailun said in a slightly embarrassed voice:
"Actually, the captain told me that too, but I'm naturally a cheerful person..."
Upon hearing this, [ Zhongde ] sighed and looked towards the approaching church in Weeping Willow Town:
"Then you won't be laughing in a bit."
Tailun knew what he was about to face. He had even made a special trip to visit the dungeon beneath White Wax Town, and after coming out, he wanted nothing more than to tear Yiden and the other corrupt priests apart.
Now he has learned to be patient, but...
He turned to look at the Pure Ones behind him who had already been taken into custody.
They don't understand yet.
At this moment, seven or eight Pure Ones priests were being led toward the church by players twice their number, their arms tied behind their backs. Their faces were full of confusion and anger, and their mouths were stuffed with strips of cloth and vines.
The Pure Ones had already sensed something was wrong when the battle was won. They weren't fools; watching their comrades die one by one, it was impossible for them not to be confused.
Tailun knew that these Pure Ones were just like he used to be, deeply convinced of the correctness of the Holy See and the Theocracy, so he didn't choose to debate with them—after all, he would find the dungeon soon, and seeing it for himself was much more useful than any debate.
After a whole night of fighting and a morning of activity, nearly two hundred players have entered Weeping Willow Town.
With many priests dying, they began to spontaneously maintain order in the area and led the local people in reinforcing the surrounding city walls.
The common people of the Tree Worship Church didn't know what had happened; they only knew that the new priests seemed very kind and would even help them with their work.
The only problem was the strange way they looked at the Symbiotic Tree seeds on their bodies, as if each of them was a tax collector.
With the influx of new players, the vitality of the entire Weeping Willow Town naturally began to increase, while those players who had a little money to arm themselves followed behind Tailun like a guard, and the group continued to approach the Weeping Willow Town Church.
Some of the weaker, less capable followers were also drawn to the armed group of several dozen people, trailing behind and watching them curiously.
With so many people, can that small church really hold them all?
Then they heard [ Zhongde ] shout:
"Break down the door! Charge with me!"
The battle ended much faster than expected. Less than a quarter of an hour later, the parishioners of Weeping Willow Town saw their bishop hanging from the bell tower at the top of the church.
Two vines tore his arms apart, hanging him in mid-air like a victim. The bishop's head hung low, resembling a slightly off-the-beaten-path capital "Y".
The great bell swayed back and forth, constantly striking the bishop's Fragility back, and cries of agony echoed throughout the entire Weeping Willow Town.
Standing atop the church, [ Zhongde ] spat disdainfully:
"You're a noob, nowhere near as good as Yiden."
The junior student next to him, [ Concrete Mixed with Spaghetti ], laughed and said:
"Hehe, things are different now, aren't most games like this? The big bosses in the early game are actually weaker than the gatekeepers in the late game."