Chapter 9, The Power of Anger

No, Chekhov, as I have mentioned before, you find the answer first, and then I will tell you the answer

Dear God Lancelot, I apologize for disturbing you

The sky had completely darkened, and there was no moonlight. In the distance, Reis saw the small house, shrouded in darkness, without a glimmer of light.

I feel very ashamed..." Chekhov said sincerely, "Why has a rift appeared in our world..."

At last, at the end of a long-abandoned path overgrown with weeds, Reis found the monument. The so-called monument was merely a stone about the height of a person, weathered by the passage of time and in a state of disrepair, leaning precariously as if it could topple over at any moment. It was covered in moss, and without explanation, no one would imagine it to be a sacred relic.

Qie Fu hesitated for a moment, thinking it would be better to be more honest in front of Shen Lansi

"I have no interest," Reyes shrugged and said, "That is a matter for you knights."

No, this is exactly what I need. Greg placed the stone fragments into a pocket, which bulged as if it contained many such pieces. I often think that metal armor has a fatal flaw: it is extremely vulnerable to elemental magic. The thermal conductivity of metal is too good; a small fireball can roast the person inside the armor to near death. However, if it were made of stone, the power of magic would be greatly diminished, making it a type of armor that can resist magic. The thermal conductivity of metal is too good; a small fireball can roast the person inside the armor to near death. However, if it were made of stone, the power of magic would be greatly diminished, making it a type of armor that can resist magic.

No, anger is merely a medium, a conduit for power, but it is not the primary aspect. The strength of a knight comes from their release and control of their emotions; anger is just the first step for a knight. Ultimately, a true knight is one who comprehends the eight highest forms of power. These eight forms are not emotions, but are guided by the spirit, which requires time and arduous training

If there are no other matters, you may leave

Reis was taken aback; he had thought that the Lord God had always existed

Can't you recognize me? That person also rode a horse, slowly walking in front of Reis, a subtle smile appearing on his serious face

Reis touched the stone tablet with his hand, feeling its coldness and smoothness

It is alright, it is alright

The deity, Lance, fell silent. After a while, Qifu heard a faint sigh, a sigh filled with helplessness

I am very busy," said God Lancelot simply, sounding somewhat impatient.

"A true knight, is it like you?" Reis said with a hint of sarcasm.

Reis unexpectedly discovered that his home had been completely taken over by the tall blacksmith. Not only was there a physical occupation, with the room filled with blacksmithing tools and the unpleasant smell of rust, but his privacy was also entirely invaded. Sally would occasionally appear in Reis's small cabin, and Reis knew that she was not there for him; she clearly had little interest in Reis, the "blacksmith's mercenary," as she was completely captivated by Greg's exquisite craftsmanship. Greg continuously created amusing items, incredibly intricate, and in his efforts to please Sally, he even forgot about Reis's sword and armor. Thus, Reis's sword had once again become a heavy and cumbersome object, and his armor was nowhere to be seen. While Greg was forging, Sally watched with great interest, and Reis estimated that she was about to become half a blacksmith herself.

Of course, "God Lancelot furrowed his brow, "How could the异绿 be in your hands?"

"Grant," said Uralat, the anger on his face fleeting.

You men are all like this; clearly, there are things on your mind, yet you refuse to speak them out. Looking at Reis's back, Sally said with a frown.

Reis closed his eyes. After a moment, suddenly, a strong heat emanated from the stone tablet, transforming into a powerful shockwave that propelled Reis entirely away!

A brutal attack! Reis counted, and there were a total of fifteen corpses. Reis had never seen such corpses before, and he could imagine the intensity of the battle. Even he himself did not possess the ability to confront so many knights at once. At that moment, he noticed drops of blood, indicating that the assailant had also been injured, and the blood trail was leading towards Reis's cabin. Reis's mind exploded with thoughts, his blood boiling with urgency, and he suddenly thought of Greg, who was defenseless in the cabin. He quickly mounted his horse and raced towards the cabin.

"If you encounter Grant, come find me in Marif... Those knights cannot locate him, but you can, for you live here; the wilderness is your home..." Uralat inexplicably dropped this remark and walked away without looking back

"Do you still remember what I told you about power?" Uralat said with a smile, "My guess was not wrong; you have the ability to be a knight"

This is precisely what I wanted to say," said Qifu, "I wish to expose a crime, a disgraceful crime." Thus, Qifu briefly recounted his experiences on the Afro-Asian plains, as well as the unspeakable dealings between the professional priest and the knight Marif.

Qie Fu · Ke Lan

Imagine something that makes you feel angry, said Uralat

Chev was once again summoned to the forbidden realm of the gods

Thus, the two individuals left Marif side by side. Reis was not fond of conversation and walked silently along the way. The knight before him was quite peculiar; although he was a knight himself, he looked down upon other knights, as a noble eagle would disdain a sparrow. Reis had a sense that this Uralat was not merely an ordinary knight; he must possess a profound background and experiences.

High Priest

On that day, Reese had just woken up in the morning when he heard faint voices outside the door, only to realize that Greg and Sally had been missing all night.

Can you still be a stonemason

This was the result of his prayers. Qifu began to worry that he might have disturbed the deity too frequently, which could ultimately lead to the deity's displeasure. However, he was soon taken to the deity's sacred ground, and his concerns were alleviated. This time, Qifu waited for a long period, and his legs began to feel somewhat sore from standing, before the deity finally arrived. As before, the deity that appeared before Qifu was the deity Lans.

Chev nodded; the fairness and impartiality of God Lance is well known

Ulat looked at Reis, as if trying to read something from his words. After a while, he said: "Let those foolish knights search; they will find nothing. The Afrikan plains are as vast as the sea, and those people..." He displayed a contemptuous expression, "are like droplets falling into the ocean, disappearing without a trace." As he spoke, Ulat turned his head to gaze at the wilderness outside the city and suddenly said: "Reis Doma, as far as I know, not far from Marif, there seems to be a holy site. Can you take me to see it?"

However, this is a stone, not metal. Sally's voice was somewhat disappointed

The conversation had ended. A portal appeared before Qifu. Just as Qifu was about to enter the portal, Lance stopped him again and said, "Wait a moment, Qifu. Are you beginning to have doubts about God and faith?"

Reis understood that Urat referred to the sacred monument, nodded slightly, and said, "I am on my way, please come with me."

"Are you going out?" Greg asked, seemingly hoping that Rayce would not be present

Priestly Announcement

"I won't disturb you any longer..." Reis said coldly, riding away without looking back

Often, outside in the open air, the diligent sound of Greg hammering away mingled with the cheerful laughter of two people, making Reis feel as if he were an extraneous person, hiding inside the house and afraid to come out. Over time, Reis found it increasingly unbearable, not for any other reason, but because he had begun to feel unaccustomed to this harmonious and peaceful atmosphere. Listening to the sounds from outside always inexplicably evoked a sense of tenderness within him, a feeling that touched Reis's soft heart. He feared that this warmth would melt him, and he felt a certain dread, wanting to escape. However, when both Greg and Sally were absent, leaving Reis alone, he felt uncomfortable again, as if something was missing, leaving him feeling empty. In truth, he did not realize that this was the power of friendship, and unknowingly, the fates of the three had become intertwined.

Reis felt a flicker of curiosity and quietly approached the crack in the door, peering outside. He saw Greg holding a small piece of stone, carefully admiring it in the sunlight, as if it were a book.

Reis did not speak, but immediately thought of Greg and Sally. Ulat noticed Reis's somewhat gloomy expression, observed for a moment, and politely asked, "Is there anything I can help with?"

Previously

Ah... don't say anymore, it is my fault... it really is beautiful...

Reis felt somewhat suffocated, as if Uralat's words were discussing matters from another world

This is what our world has become, said Uralat, lowering his head. The world was not like this before...

Reis glanced at the notice board, where the most eye-catching item was a red piece of paper, very conspicuous, detailing the events surrounding the murder of a deity. This was an official document from the United Knights Guild, surrounded by various bounty notices from different knight guilds, each offering increasingly high rewards, overlapping one another, with fierce competition unfolding silently. Reis looked at it for a while, clearly uninterested, and was about to leave when a small white notice, almost covered up, caught his attention. This notice was an announcement from the Professional Priests Guild.

There will be a way... Greg suddenly glanced at the cabin and said, "Sally, I beg you for one thing, please don't let Reis know about this, okay?"

"You are right, Qifu Koran." God Lance seemed to have made up his mind and said, "The professional priest is dead, and I will not pursue it any further. As for Kelik... leave it to me to handle. If what you said is true, I will punish him severely."

Chekhov sighed and took out a ring, "Have you seen this?"

"You should not blame God in such a manner." A layer of frost gradually appeared on the face of God Lance

After investigation, it has been confirmed that the professional priest of Marif has been grossly negligent and is involved in embezzlement and bribery

Reis quickly reacted and said, "The Ural Knight." Ural was dressed in plain clothes, without armor, resembling a civilian. For the first time, Reis could clearly see his face, which was filled with melancholy, solemn, and pale, with bright, piercing eyes. He was no longer young, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes spoke of the vicissitudes of time

Reis was taken aback; he had never considered this question before

Indeed, in the darkness, a figure slowly emerged. As he drew closer, Reis felt a chaotic surge of energy within him, ready to erupt at any moment. When the man approached, Reis could clearly see his armor; he was exceptionally tall, covered in bloodstains, and wielding a longsword, from which the same stench of blood emanated. Instinctively, Reis knew that this man was the ruthless Knight of Death, Grant, whom Ulat was searching for and who was being hunted by the entire world.

"Am I not speaking correctly?" Chekhov asked in surprise

Yes, I should not cast blame, for I live under the protection of God, and I possess the right to stand alongside you. However, how many people truly possess this right? How many voices of suffering can be heard by God? People are filled with expectations of God, yet He does not bring hope to them. When privilege arises and classes are divided, the disappointed will attribute all of this to God's unfairness, leading to anger. I suppose the power to murder God is the power of anger, despair, helplessness, and ultimately, the almost mad way of venting dissatisfaction towards God. If it were not for such dreadful acts, how could we perceive the anger of those people?

Reis walked in silence, allowing the horse to roam freely without restraint. He found it strange that he felt angry; the source of his anger was that beautiful female archer. It made no sense; she had not offended Reis in any way, nor had she done anything wrong. It was simply her presence that left Greg somewhat dazed. Perhaps there was a hint of jealousy as well; in the past, Greg had always obeyed Reis without question. Although Reis was nominally Greg's "mercenary," in reality, he had always considered himself Greg's protector. Now, he found it odd that he felt angry at that beautiful female archer. It made no sense; she had not offended Reis, nor had she done anything wrong. It was just her presence that left Greg somewhat dazed. Perhaps there was a hint of jealousy; previously, Greg had always obeyed Reis without question. Although Reis was nominally Greg's "mercenary," in reality, he had always seen himself as Greg's protector. Now, it seemed that the blacksmith no longer needed his protection. Thinking of this, Reis felt a twinge of discomfort. According to his usual character, he would have simply walked away nonchalantly, like a true wanderer, drifting unpredictably. However, Reis could not make that decision; something was holding him back. He did not know what he was attached to; perhaps it was the daily clamor of jingling sounds, or perhaps it was the faint light in the house he saw when he returned late.

"Do not ask anymore, Qifu Koran," Lance interrupted him, saying, "This is a matter of God..."

I have always been puzzled by the motive behind the murder of the deity; this question is more difficult to comprehend than others. We cannot explain this motive through the evils of humanity. What kind of terrifying darkness lies hidden behind this tragic and mysterious event? Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine

This is one of God's secrets. Uralat said with a bitter smile, "The world of the past was a chaotic and violent one, a dark and disorderly land... filled with various unknown creatures and numerous terrifying threats, where humanity was merely a tiny molecule in the world..."

Please, please," Greg said with a comical bow, "that guy is already somewhat displeased with me; I haven't even forged his armor yet. What a troublesome fellow...

"So, in my answer, which ones do you think are correct?" asked Chekhov

Indeed, it is the anger directed at God. This voice of anger, I do not know if God has ever heard it; this voice has already spread across the plains of Asia, Africa, and Latin America, because God only favors the privileged living in cities, showing no compassion for the struggling people at the bottom. God should be equitable, yet in reality, God is not equitable.

Shen Lansi lowered his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head again

Dragon? I thought that was merely a legendary creature

What is going on?" Reis asked a resident of Marif. The man recognized Reis, having often engaged in some black market dealings with the people of the wasteland. He smiled mysteriously, pointed to the notice board in the center of the city, and said: "Big things, truly big things. Business is booming right now, the knights are quite generous with their spending... I might just change my ways and go legitimate..." Just then, another group of knights whizzed by, and the man hurriedly left Reis, shouting loudly in an effort to catch the knights' attention, trying to sell his inferior goods. He said: "Big things, truly big things. Business is booming right now, the knights are quite generous with their spending... I might just change my ways and go legitimate..." Another group of knights whizzed by, and the man hurriedly left Reis, shouting loudly in an effort to catch the knights' attention, trying to sell his inferior goods.

"This world no longer needs knights," said Uralat. "Reis Daoma, come here and touch this stone tablet."

God · Lance remained silent for a moment

Chefu bowed and said, "However, we always hope that mistakes can be corrected"

Qie Fu has left. The deity, Lans, stood there in a daze, appearing deeply troubled. In his palm lay the divine power: Yilv.

What is going on?" Reis exclaimed in surprise as he got up

It has been proven that there is not as he claimed "no relationship" between Greg and the beautiful female archer.

"Is it because of anger?" Reis furrowed his brow and asked

"It seems that sometimes, the divine is still just..." Reis murmured. In the time that followed, Reis's mood suddenly improved, to the extent that when he was shopping, he even paid the vendor a few extra copper coins. When he reached the city gate, he simply emptied his pockets of all the change and gave it to an old beggar woman.

"We cannot expect people to be perfect, can we?" said God, Lancelot quietly.

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On the earth, there are crowds; above the crowds, there are deities; above the deities, there is the world... Uralat murmured dreamily, falling into contemplation

However, such a motive... is not a crime committed by a knight favored by the divine" Lancelot retorted

"The naive contract..." Lance said softly, revealing a faint, sorrowful smile. Gradually, the divine power in his hand began to shatter, transforming into tiny specks of light that rose and spun, dissipating into the air

"Reis, do you hate this world?" Uralat asked without looking at Reis

Eight Powers

What is it? Speak quickly," said God Lance, interrupting Qie Fu and speaking directly.

No, quite the opposite; dragons were the most common creatures in the world of the past. This sacred stele was erected by ancient knights before they set out to slay dragons, to signify their belief in facing death as if returning home.

The Divine · Lancelot has authorized the Priest Guild and, in conjunction with the Knights Guild, issues the following announcement: Knight Commander Kreek has been stripped of his knighthood, ordered to pay a compensation of 5,000 gold coins, sentenced to imprisonment, and transferred to Omari Prison, effective immediately

Under the favor of the Lord God, we have become utterly weak, like children who will never learn to walk, willful and blind.

Reis smiled slightly. He did not expect that Krik would face retribution so quickly, nor did he anticipate that the divine would punish an arrogant knight with such swiftness and force

"Please wait a moment, God Lancelot," said Qifu hesitantly. God Lancelot retracted the portal he was conjuring and looked at Qifu

The Supreme God, Melania, is infinitely merciful; He created a perfect barrier suitable for humanity, enveloping the earth. Within this barrier, all dangerous creatures have been expelled. He even sealed all true magic, not the ridiculous elemental magic of today... The Supreme God had good intentions, yet the world has transformed into something else. No matter how powerful the Supreme God is, He cannot prevent the corruption of the human heart. Humanity, having lost the ability to confront a harsh environment, has become lazy and ignorant... Even the most sacred knights have turned into a disgraceful profession.

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Recently, a shocking incident occurred in the outskirts of Mariv.

Sally snorted, "You men are all like this, sneaky and secretive"

"I have mentioned that there are often strange flashes of light in that cave, yet you still do not believe..." This is Sally's voice

Anger? The God of Lancelot was slightly moved

Lance pondered for a moment longer and slowly said: "I only agree with that one statement you made: hidden behind this tragic and mysterious event is... a terrifying darkness..."

Chekhov knew that saying this might offend God, but in the end, he still mustered the courage.

"Yes, Grant, to be honest, I admire that knight; at least he is very brave"

Urat smiled again, his expression quite complex. "Perhaps only you would say such a thing. If even matters of the divine fail to interest you, then what could possibly move you even slightly?"

In light of the events and related testimonies mentioned above, as well as the inquiries conducted by God Lancelot, Sir Kreek, the Knight of Mariv, has openly confessed to his crimes

Urat lowered his horse and walked on foot to the monument, respectfully stroking it with his hand and letting out a gentle sigh. Reis also dismounted and followed behind him, puzzled by how this usually unyielding person could be so moved.

Reis felt a pang in his heart, and then, deliberately, he let out a loud yawn, creating a significant noise as he pushed open the door to the room

No, it is eight kinds of spirit: compassion, justice, loyalty, benevolence, and so on... and it is not some divine might... I believe I have said enough.

Before the appearance of the main deity, Melania

Greg chuckled, "I believe, I believe..."

I see that knights from all over the world seem to be rushing over, as if they are competing to dig up a great treasure. Why are you still here, not going to look for that... what is it called again...

What is the motivation?" God Lancelot asked calmly, neither excited nor curious, in a cold manner

Reis shook his head and changed the subject

Ulat paused for a moment and continued, "Reis Doma, you may not have encountered a creature known as a 'dragon' before, have you?"

When the so-called knights act as they please, when greedy merchants take everything, when privilege drives out the poor, do you hate this world

Qifudun took a breath, secretly glanced at Lance's expression. Lance remained still, and Qifudun continued speaking.

You men are all like this, so self-righteous... If it weren't for me pulling you along...

However, after this experience, a motive suddenly came to my mind, lingering in my thoughts and refusing to dissipate, compelling me to reflect on it repeatedly

"Is that so..." Lancel murmured, looking up at the sky. "In fact, the gods have it much harder than you imagine... Until now, the Supreme God Melania is still hovering over the Sea of Desire, and the rifts are more severe than estimated. All the gods have rushed over... The gods are concerned with more pressing matters and the needs of the books. No more complaints, Qifu... A significant portion of the world's evils is caused by humanity itself and cannot be entirely blamed on the gods... Until now, the Supreme God Melania is still hovering over the Sea of Desire, and the rifts are more severe than estimated. All the gods have rushed over... The gods are concerned with more pressing matters and the needs of the books. No more complaints, Qifu... A significant portion of the world's evils is caused by humanity itself and cannot be entirely blamed on the gods..."

I do not know, but... often feels anger, just like when seeing that fat priest...

Throughout the journey, Reis was constantly pondering Uralat's words, which were difficult to comprehend, strange, and illogical. However, upon careful reflection, he could always sense something, though Reis found it hard to articulate.

"The moment you entered the city, I noticed you," said Wulate, "Clearly, you have seen that notice; it has nearly upended the entire world."

"Reis Doma?" someone shouted from behind. Reis turned around, slightly taken aback.

"It is anger," Chekhov said

This is it, it really wasn't easy, but I found it said Greg, suppressing his voice, yet it was still quite loud

Reis silently observed him, as Uralat seemed to know many secrets that were not known to others

Therefore, if we follow this logic, there are two possibilities. "Chekhov said, as if he had considered it thoroughly. "First, Grant is not the god of murder at all; he is merely a victim; second, it was indeed Grant who did it. As far as I know, Grant himself is not a knight; he was born into an ordinary family of minstrels, and it was only after winning the tournament that he was accepted as a member of the knight's guild. Unlike other knights, he deeply understands the suffering of the people, just as he understands the vast, life-sustaining Afral wilderness. As far as I know, Grant himself is not a knight; he was born into an ordinary family of minstrels, and it was only after winning the tournament that he was accepted as a member of the knight's guild. Unlike other knights, he deeply understands the suffering of the people, just as he understands the vast, life-sustaining Afral wilderness. And I tend to favor the first answer.

As Reis walked, he suddenly realized that he had unknowingly taken the path leading to Marif. He thought for a moment and decided to head towards Marif, as he needed to purchase some daily necessities. Upon entering Marif, Reis noticed that the atmosphere here was markedly different from usual; it had never been this lively before. The small town of Marif was bustling with knights, each adorned in vibrant colors, their expressions a mix of tension and excitement. They gathered together and hurriedly galloped towards the Afrasian plains, passing by Reis with only a fleeting glance, leaving a trail of dust before vanishing. More knights continued to enter Marif in a steady stream.

Reis rushed outside, shouting loudly without a care, his voice echoing in the valley, sounding empty and lonely. At that moment, suddenly, Reis's body began to heat up, just like the feeling when he touched the stone tablet, as if a force was slowly approaching. Reis drew his long sword with a start and shouted angrily: "Bastard! Come out! What have you done to my companions!"

With a loud bang, Reis forcefully pushed open the door of the small cabin, only to find it empty inside, the surroundings in complete disarray. Reis's heart raced to his throat as he shouted, "Greg, Sally! Are you there!"

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"It's nothing, nothing at all..." Greg quickly tightened his pocket, fearing that Reis might see something. Reis felt a pang in his heart. This Greg, only concerned with pleasing Sally, didn't even bother to help him forge armor. Reis pretended to be casual on the surface, stepped out of the house, and untied the reins.

"Stone armor? Greg, how can stone be made into armor? That's truly fanciful."

As Reis approached his small cottage, the sky had already darkened somewhat, and he urged his horse to quicken its pace. In the air, there was a faint scent of blood, and Reis's instincts told him that there were dead bodies nearby, recently deceased. Indeed, in the woods beside the road lay several corpses, their shining armor visible in the twilight; they were knights. Reis's heart began to race violently. Although the surroundings were eerily quiet, he sensed a threat. He quietly dismounted and skillfully examined the bodies. The wounds were clearly inflicted by swords; sharp blades had mercilessly pierced through their chests and necks, leaving fine scars—precise yet fatal. Judging by the marks of the swords, it was the work of a single individual, whose rapid and powerful attacks were as swift as lightning. Reis noticed that one knight's fallen posture was quite unique, as if he had been casting elemental magic just before his death. However, before he could complete the incantation, a longsword had already pierced his neck, silencing him forever.

There is a little bit of that

"Oh, is it you?" Reis deliberately said, "Where were you all last night?"