The town was roughly cleared.
The centuries-old paladins and paladins were purely human butchers, specialists in murder. They wiped out the enemy herds that were occupying the town before the soldiers and adventurers could do anything.
Soldiers who had little work to do rescued the detained residents. Of course, the rescued inhabitants were few if any women were excluded.
No, only the rescued were women.
"... Oh, my God! No! You can't do this!"
Elise burst into fury.
Elderly men and women all over town. And there were horrible butcher towers made of the corpses of children.
The pagan non-adversaries occupied the village and brutally massacred all inhabitants except women.
And to commemorate the massacre, and to please their gods, they worked hard to build such structures. It forced the families of the victims of the massacre to force the women!
The adversaries used to make towers from the corpses of their husbands and children and giggle at the women who were crying...!
"Hey, this isn't real!!!"
I grabbed my head and bowed to my knees in front of the hex tower.
How cruel can a human be?
Is this a human stranger?
You mean there is no minimum station for the adversaries?
This was the tragedy of war!
This war, I can't admit it!
"Hell, hell. This is hell...! Hel! Heeeel!!!"
"Saint, Saint! I can't stand anger either! Why is this happening? Why does such evil exist in this world! Order, give me the answer!"
"This isn't real! Ah-ah!!"
"Unbelievable!!!"
I hugged Elise and cried in pairs.
"Their pain! I feel terrible pain!"
"I feel it, too! Sadness, pain, despair! There are emotions you shouldn't have!"
The cruel appearance of the Butcher Tower was simply unimaginable. It was a tragic result of a combination of transcendent creativity and malice. I had to fall out of that dread.
Hitler and Stalin didn't even do this. Winia expressed her dissatisfaction, and Claudie... well, she said it was horrible... well, I don't know. I feel a little different from myself.
Anyway, the nuns gathered and brought the rescued women together, and the paladins confiscated all the captured critics and all the unscrupulous suspects and sent them to the square.
"Argh!"
Those without tattoos could be confused with adventurers, so they needed an accurate interrogation, but the ones with tattoos were 100% missing, so they didn't need any interrogation.
"Kuog!"
Massive executions were carried out in the square.
The fierce paladins and paladins broke the arms and legs of the tattooed adversaries and shouted fanatically.
"Death penalty! Execution! All evil pagans need is death!"
"I will establish justice right away! I will put an end to evil! The sin of inclining to death is so great, so forgive me!"
"Punishment! Punishment! Judgment! I will show you the authority of God!"
A large paladin of the Bronze Society dragged a brass plated hammer and walked. It was a big hammer for a huge chunk. Whether he raises the hammer or raises it, he shouts the name of Verde, the god of Cheonqing, and shoots it down like lightning.
- Quang!
Then the head of the enemy turns into an oconomiyaki in a single breath. I couldn't even dare to beat the enemy with a broken limb.
- Squeak!
The Holy Knights of the Salvation Heavenly National Assembly also recited the prayer door as they beheaded the enemies on their knees. There was no one here who had not seen the evil hex tower. No one showed mercy.
It is truly outraged by unbelievable vandalism.
The paladins who saw the hex tower cried out and cried out to the gods on their knees.
"Saint! Teach me! Teach me to condemn their temptations!"
Elise went mad and cried out like a roar. I could see how angry my eyes were with tears... How dare you ring Elise!
All these fuckers are dead!
I don't have a damn thing to say to Elise!!!!!
Crazy fury!
"Good, Elise."
I felt a tremor in Elise's body. For A-class war criminals, the simple death penalty was rather unforgivable.
There's a big sin in tears for Elise!
"I, I... will be the Savior...!"
I am King David and the King of the Front Wheel. And the Buddha and Confucius of Bitterness. I resolved to condemn these evil non-adversaries solemnly in the name of my father and in the name of me, Gimcott.
I immediately stood up and shouted.
"Stop! Stop the execution!"
In that intense shout of the greatest magnitude, my gaze was focused on me in a moment of silence.
I hope so for a moment.
"... what are you talking about!"
"You! What an identity!"
I tried to seduce the paladins as to why they stopped.
I shouted again.
"Executing these evil men all at once is saving them! We need to repent of their sins and kill them! Look, the pagans who are executed now! Have they repented of their sins? Did you pay for your sins?"
I said with both my hands, pointing to the brass paladin of the Bronze Society. It was the paladin who made a handcrafted Okonomiyaki from Great Hammer.
- Doridori.
He shakes his head as he stands before me.
"Crusader! Then have you beheaded him suffered enough!"
- Doridori.
The same was true of the Crusaders of the Salvation Army.
He hesitated and shook his head slowly.
I checked it out and shouted with passion!
"Yes! They died so comfortably for their sins! A simple death sentence is not enough! They must pay for their sins and die! Evil deeds! A tower made of human corpses! And murder and cannibalism! Even plunder! Simple execution doesn't honor the souls of the victims!"
The sin of making Elise cry is great.
In anger for it, I sullied fervently as if I were throwing out fire!
Disgusting hatred!
An exaggerated hand!
And accent!
I've got the whole crowd!
They were all looking at me when I was quiet!
"Bring the firewood! Bring the cauldron! And boil the water! We must boil the pagans in boiling water and execute them! We need to purify that sin with hot water!"
It is.
These are the ones who committed the massacre and made the tower of corpses.
A simple death sentence doesn't fill a castle. There should be no comfort in death for a tyrant who tramples justice, insults God, and insults the very foundations of humanity!
After the speech, I stretched out both arms to create an authoritative atmosphere.
Let's do it.
"Oh, oh...! Ohhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Wuaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!! Hail Verde!"
"Ohhh!!!!!! That's it!!! That's the answer!!!
"That's a great way!!!!"
"Long live Serto!!!!"
"Hail to Isermart!!!!"
A shout like Urae poured out.
At the same time.
- Even!!!!!!!!
Everyone in the gut started clapping for me. Crusaders, warriors, nuns, adventurers, mercenaries, soldiers! You have sent me the greatest tribute!!
I stood solemnly and took those praise quietly.
It was eaten.
Elise's tears and my heart.
"Wuaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!"
People shout and clap in madness.
I felt their hearts quietly.
After a while, I raised my hands again.
- Aggravation!
And you are.
- Static.
The applause stopped.
The roar stopped.
The movement stops, and the world calms down as if it had stopped.
And you are.
I declare.
"Now start the judgment!!!!"
- Waaaaaah!!!!!!
- Ooooooooo!!!!
Khhhhhh!!!!!!
It's blowing up again! All the paladins and paladins became one and began to bring the cauldrons and firewood! If you don't have enough of these pots, you'll have to make a hatch too!
"Oh, no! Stop it!!!!"
"Mom, Mom!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Yiyaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!"
"Fucker! Fucker!!!!"
"What nonsense is that barber!!!"
"Fuck you! Fuck you! You fucker!"
"Turn it off!! Let go of this!!!"
At the same time, the adversaries started to howl at me. In a few words, it boiled down to nothing more than a convenient execution. Now they will truly pay for their sins.
Of course, I couldn't resist.
All those with Ezath's tattoos on their faces had broken limbs.
I approached them and said heavily.
"From now on, you will have to pay for your sins. Boiling will be a hard and painful time, and you will finally die. But it is lighter than the weight of a ton of dust, if it is compared to the evil you have done."
"..."
"Die, and forgive."
- Ouch!!!!!
A scream burst into despair.
I turned them back and climbed back on the statue and stretched out my arms and took up the position of the cross. Ah, Lord Jesus Christ. Personally, I wanted to take the Buddhist Gulf, but the pose was too difficult, so I saw the consensus as a cross.
Finally, the preparation of the "pagan stew" was completed.
The water rises in the pot, and the fire of firewood burns. Although there were no crustaceans to put in the stew, the pain and screams of those non-adversaries would have been great.
"Standing, Saint! As expected, the Saint...! It's like our boast!"
An impressed Elise came to me crying.
Oh, yeah.
With this, the souls of the victims who became the Butcher Tower will also be saved.
- Arms!
I started throwing pagans in the cauldron. - Flap, flap! The water begins to boil, and the noodles begin to scream.
The detained village women also helped the paladins to make pagan stew. I lost my husband and children to the adversaries, so it was natural that I wanted revenge.
"Thank you, brother. Thanks to my brother, I was able to establish a more correct definition."
"Bless your willingness."
"Seeing someone as clean as you is the second touching thing in my life."
The paladins and nuns of each church have asked me to shake their hands. At the same time, he gave me a virtuous tale. They spoke of God's miracles as they watched the boiling rainbows, and the detained village women healed their hearts with the sound of boiling water and screaming.
"Take this."
"Please accept."
And I received necklaces with religious emblems.
It was Rosario.
"This, this...?"
I heard it tremble.
"If you come to the church and show it when things are difficult, you will surely help."
"Please come to our Salvation Army anytime."
"What an exaggerated...! I just told you the right thing to do! It's too much to take!"
Honestly, I refused because it was burdensome.
When I woke up, I realized that what I did was simply cruel incitement. I stopped looking at Elise's tears and turned around completely.
Fucking dog went crazy.
I... what the hell did I do!
This is not what people do!
"No, you deserve it."
However, the holy knight with a heavy impression held Rosario in my hand with a firm face.
"There is no shortage of calling you a saint."
Then he glanced at her and said,
... a saint?
"... Saint, you mean."
"Yes. Your achievements will be praised for ever. Ah, a black-headed preacher who vomited fire with his mouth to judge pagans! You are the saint!"
The paladin raised his arms and said,
- Saint!
- Ah, Saint!
Then the paladins, the nuns, and the women of the village knelt down to me.
"Hail Saint!"
"Hail, Black-headed Saint!"
"W-what the hell..."
It's not me.
A saint?
"I am."
I'm so confused.
"Saint."
You're right.
"It's Kim Kat."
It doesn't come out.
"I am Saint Gimcott!"
- Long live Saint Gimcott!
"I am! I am the Saint Kim!!!!!! Ooooooooo!!!!!!"
Everyone started praising me for the rest of their lives!
I shake my arms as if dancing!
Yes!
I was a saint!
"Hail, Black-headed Saint!"
Saint Gimcott! That's my name!
The hymns that have been going on for a long time, the screams of pagans who have turned into noodles. And in the chapter of Chaos, where laughter and weeping intersect, a new saint has been born to proclaim this age!
I came down from the statue with the flowers brought by the village women.
Claudie smiles and Winia complains.
"Again, again. Nigga's fucked up again. Again."
"Uh-huh! I'm Saint Kim Kat! Be careful what you say, nigger!"
"Asshole, really."
- Whoa!!!
Anyway, the pagan stew was a terrible sight.
Well, anyway.
I'm a saint.
It's gonna be okay.