These corpses are Banu's compatriots.
He couldn't believe that he had come this far, whether it was executing the Priest of Black Rock City or participating in this massacre.
No matter how powerful the army.
Under the butcher knife of the Vice Director of the Old Aran's largest violent institution, there was no resistance, just one-sided slaughter.
Banu's fingers trembled slightly...
He seemed not to be cut out for this, not like those strong fighters in the Northern Prison who became braver with each kill.
But Zote had already detected the hiding places of the leader, or rather the Divine Sovereign Church's Goddess, but he didn't go there immediately.
Power is such a wonderful thing.
It doesn't actually exist; it only forms as self-restraint based on imagination. Only this way can the despicable be left with no place to hide, and those who secretly follow their will be purified.
