In the northern forest, the captain of OSPIS was wandering aimlessly.

"Sigh, I took Althur's word and decided to go somewhere."

"But something seems to be going on. Why does my gut say something is going to happen soon?" Robert inquired himself.

"And those annoying bunches did not appear. They used to be very active in stalking."

When he noticed the bright moon in the sky obscured by darkness suddenly, he seemed determined to rush to the source of all problems.

"But where?" He touched his chin, questioning, "What happened to my gut? It used to be sharp. Bullshit, it must be because of those bunches of documents." Promptly, he stopped, noticed the stinky mess on the ground, and decided to follow the trace.

"Alright, there is something. Perfect; my gut is still fine. But I really want to quit my job." He expressed his loneliness. "Oh, I hate those bunches."

"My dear friend, where are you?" He screamed. He followed his gut, and he found a horrifying buche of rats exhaling stinky smells and plagues.

Robert declared, "I found you." He waved his hand and released a kind of mystical energy into the rats. They quickly became chaotic and violent, and when they were about to attack each other, something suddenly happened.

"How dare you?" The rats let forth a terrible voice, but it was clear it was a woman's voice. A black mist happens, and thereafter, a female figure shows up. Her face under the rope can hide the anger expression.

"Where are you going, mouse?"

"Party bastard." The woman growled in annoyance. It seemed the impact just now wasn't very pleasant for her.

"Why do I feel such a sudden weakness?" Robert assessed the woman in front of him, his voice suddenly serious.

"What did you guys do in the center?"

The woman laughed and said, "Stupid, go find out for yourself."

Saying that, she released a large amount of black mist filled with plague, which could make a strong person weak instantly.

That seems to be the case, as he posited that something big has happened in the central area and involves this strange woman with a unique aura.

The mist seemed to spread toward Robert with malice. However, it seems to be confused when hitting elsewhere.

"Aura of a god! What on Earth has just happened?" Robert examined her and felt an urgent desire to take down the madwoman first. Quickly catch her and ask what's on the card. Even though the aura that attacked him was greatly weakened, the great power of a god was not something that could be hidden.

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""Frial's follower. Your goddess is cured." The man asked with a firm tone.

"Slander, our goddess, is a symbol of disease. The inevitable sickness of weakness. There is no cure for Her."

"Too bad. If she cannot be cured, how can she wake up?"

The woman seemed more agitated when she heard the man's taunts in front of her. But she quickly regained her composure because her current goal was to get out of this place as quickly as possible.

The other two bastards couldn't seem to survive, but she was different. But something unexpected stopped these beautiful calculations. A stupid, talkative, and blasphemous bastard.

"People without faith like you, there will be a day that the land of war engulfs you." The madwoman's voice echoed in Robert's ears.

"At least I still have faith in myself. Ah, I have admitted that I was a little skeptical a few minutes ago, but you proved it's still good." He said it comfortably.

Although the conversation seems friendly, the two seem to have their own calculations.

The mad woman is silently trying to attach the plague to the bastard in front of her. Before the weak blessing wore off, she hoped to use it to hold back the enemy before her eyes.

However, she faced a formidable foe. He must be stronger than her, and only the aura from the Famine Knight saved her from a swift defeat. The curse of weakness was spreading around her, and if it got too intense, she would surely draw the attention of other forces.

She orchestrates her beasts to surround the man and shrink his domain. But some rats rebel against her will, acting like they have already lost the war and must beg for mercy. Others sever their bond with her and turn on each other.

When Robert stood by the chaos, he clarified everything on the battlefield cognizably. He is a warlord who thrives on turmoil. When the lunatic realizes her weapons are useless and her minions are in disarray, he decides to strike back with full force.

He invaded her mind, pierced her doubts about her faith, and escalated her worries. She can see the withering of her gift right before her eyes. Her faith was weakened when doubt appeared. It penetrated her psyche. Her deep-seated worries suddenly surfaced like a breached dam.

When he prepared to vanquish his opponent, he felt a surge of heat behind him. It seemed like an atmosphere of sanctity descends like a barren desert, judging those who have lost their way.

He turned his head and saw a bright flash of light, followed by a loud boom. Someone had interfered with his fight.

This divine power vaporizes everything on the scene, including the madwoman's tumultuous mind. After this distraction, she regained consciousness and looked into the distance. She noticed two human forms with terrible looks running away from the priest's pursuit, who was chasing them with fury in his eyes. A thought quickly appeared in her mind.

She will take advantage of the circumstance and play a card she now possessed—one she had never intended to play even while facing that man. It was a one-use device that had a high negative probability of sending her to a random location. But she decided to move forward as she locked eyes with a new foe.

Release the last of the strength from the Weakness, confusing the onlookers. The Holy Spirit's aura abruptly faded. It makes the priest notice what is happening.

"Lamia, bring us." The most unkempt man shouted,

"Good luck." emotionless voice said, quickly disappearing.

Robert saw the incident, which slightly upset him. He then turned and stared at the priest.

He realized that the priest's power had clashed with his own, creating a shockwave that disrupted the balance of emotions in the area. Allowed the opponent to seize the moment and flee.

The two fugitives had done when they trapped in the power of the priest. They were now lying on the ground, bleeding from multiple wounds. They had with the expression of those who have been straying in the desert for a long time.

He kept his posture for a while as he silently observed everything.