The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing

dusk.

The setting sun pours over thousands of mountains.

There are several hills behind the Painful Secret Cult, which are not far from the dormitory building. If you walk quickly, you can get there in a minute or two.

Although it is within the jurisdiction of the Esoteric Cult, no believers come here at ordinary times.

It was late autumn at this time, and the mountain road was thickly covered with birch leaves. The twilight was slowly falling, and the tones of dusk gradually turned dark. The forest was eerily quiet.

The soldier leader of the fourth team, Fadili, walked quietly in the silent jungle, his footsteps stepping on the dead leaves, making a crisp sound.

He had to be careful.

At the same time, the movements must also be quick.

I have to solve my personal problems before the free activity ends.

He had been enduring it for several days, and he really couldn't hold on any longer.

Fadili did not bring an entourage, and there was no need to bring an entourage to deal with such private matters.

If someone looked at him, it would affect his image as a soldier commander.

Fadili has always believed that the so-called pain is created by his terrifying reputation. In the past few years, he has committed all kinds of murders, including the torture and murder of children and women, all in order to create his terrifying image.

Terror can bring pain.

Fadili found a secluded hillside with a thick layer of dead leaves underneath. This geomantic treasure was the most suitable for handling private affairs. The soldier's eyes lit up, and he covered the hillside with light steps. Squat down.

He is not an idiot like Assyria. Fadili is well prepared, at least he has brought tissues.

Faridi could no longer hold back. He had been enduring it since the afternoon class, and his mind was completely filled with desire. This primitive impulse gradually wore away his willpower and judgment.

No matter how powerful and evil the esoteric cultist is, at this moment, he is as pure and fragile as a baby.

This moment is also the moment when a man’s nerves are most relaxed.

Therefore, at this moment, Falidi did not notice that there were three strange black figures slowly approaching him.

It is the trio of civilized pacesetters.

This is also thanks to the stealth assassination skills learned from the legion commander,

At this moment, it is a practical class.

The three black figures lowered their breathing and the sound of their heartbeats to a minimum. Arthur even used a newly learned group aura to shield the war ashes; [Shadow of Death]

Ansu always felt that his painting style of this guy was getting more and more distorted. In the original work, this guy was regarded as the glorious saint.

But Ansu felt that the problem was not that big. As long as he became the holy pope of the Glorious Holy See and accepted Arthur as his godson, to a certain extent, he could also be regarded as the holy son of the Glorious Holy See.

The setting sun has completely sunk into the tomb of the mountains.

At this moment, Falidi was still immersed in the joy of release. He narrowed his eyes slightly and was humming something.

Staring at the back of Pharisee,

The leader of the black shadow whispered "do it".

I saw a figure coming out from the left, it was Arthur Sonny. He was holding a metal staff in his hand, and he hit the heavenly cap of the Farid flute with such force and force that even the air was cut with a whistling sound. ;

Farley's flute made a muffled sound, and he felt his head spinning. However, he was still a soldier captain and did not faint on the spot. He was about to shout,

Then he saw a figure coming out from the right. It was Liszt. He put a piece of white and yellowish cloth over the mouth of Farley's flute. The latter only felt a burst of upper odor rushing into his brain and straight into his soul.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and as Arthur hit him with another powerful and heavy stick, he could no longer resist.

‘Who is attacking me’

Before his consciousness completely faded away, he stared at the attackers with unblinking eyes. Under the cold moonlight, there were three people standing impressively.

Henchman of Pain, Falcon of Pain, Hound of Pain

They are even staring at themselves and grinning!

Where the hell was he born?

He actually attacked someone while they were using the toilet! !

Faridi has never been so scared. He is still naked, but he is surrounded by three men.

The cold night wind blew by, and it had never been so cold; he just felt like a child shivering in the cold wind.

He moved back a few inches, his eyes full of fear, and his mouth could only spit out a few words vaguely, "You, no, come here. You, who are you?"

"Sir, we are a civilized pacesetter team."

Ansu was polite, and he showed a clean smile to Falidi, "We must correct all uncivilized behaviors."

Is it civilized to hit someone with a staff?

Falidi roared in his heart, but saw Ansu kick him in the head.

He felt a sweetness in his throat, a breath of hot breath rising up, and he passed out completely.

Looking at the Farley flute that fell to the ground, Arthur put his staff into its sheath quite solemnly, hummed softly, his handsome face full of solemnity, "What a sacred duel."

He felt that he was becoming more and more like a paladin.

All ancestors of the sun must be proud of him.

"Today's first prey." Liszt pushed up his glasses, "Brother Ansu, is it okay for you to come here? Don't you need to guard the bathroom?"

"Just give the order, I don't need to be there all the time."

Ansu wiped the blood on his boots with a paper towel, "I'm here for more important things, which I have to deal with alone."

"What?" Liszt asked.

"Dispose of the traces of corpses." Ansu replied, "Everyone who often kills people knows that killing people is easier than dealing with it."

Liszt showed a surprised expression.

Indeed, if something goes wrong when handling traces, it will be exposed sooner or later.

But whoever disposes of the body bears the greatest risk of exposure.

And Ansu was actually willing to take on this responsibility.

Liszt looked at the man in front of him with admiration. He was indeed a good teammate that Liszt admired. Not only could he come up with such an elegant and great strategy, he even had the team spirit of self-sacrifice.

He decided to follow Ansu from now on.

As long as you follow him, you will definitely be able to further improve your noble ways.

"Anyway, let's go hunting separately from now on."

Ansu could probably guess what Liszt was thinking, and he also said in a friendly manner, "Just knock the person unconscious, and then leave it to me. I will take care of the rest."

“No need to dirty everyone’s hands.”

"Okay!" Liszt and Arthur nodded excitedly.

After these two guys packed up and left, Ansu turned to look at Fariddi, who was only half breathing.

"Okay, let's start the third step of the 'Civilized Pacesetter' plan."

Ansu took off the backpack on his shoulders and thought to himself.

The third step of the Civilized Pacesetter Plan!

Donate directly!

He had already prepared the materials for the altar;

In the cadre school for studying esoteric Buddhism, there are all kinds of materials.

Skulls, human skins, etc. are the most common things in schools - just given to students for use.

The cold moonlight fell, and Ansu smiled.

Offer!

What pain cultists, what radiance cultists,

Ansu has been the most devout believer of the Mother Goddess of Life since ancient times.

It can perfectly dispose of corpses and reap benefits.

Today is another win-win day for Ansu!