225: Justice Lost

"Lord Son of God, you're being naughty! Being so impatient... be careful not to burn your tongue on hot tofu."

The Formation Demon chuckled, clapped his hands, and vanished on the spot.

"A Formation!"

Andre rushed forward, only to find the burning remains of a Teleportation Array.

Immediately after, dense footsteps echoed from outside, as if an army were surrounding them.

Everyone went outside to look, only to see that the villagers had all been turned into Magic Puppets. Their bodies were covered in Devilish Qi, eyes blood-red, nails overgrown, and saliva dripping from their mouths. They looked less like humans and more like famished beasts.

"Roar, roar, roar..."

The villagers growled and lunged forward frantically.

The thirty-eight knights drew their spears and formed a spear Formation, blocking the first wave of the charge.

"Son of God, they've all been affected by Demonic Qi Contamination. What should we do?"

Generally speaking, those corrupted by Hell's Devilish Qi could have the Qi extracted and be restored to normal through a priest's meticulous treatment.

But now, the entire village was contaminated. With over three thousand villagers, even if they were all taken to the local Holy See branch, the priests wouldn't be able to save them all.

Furthermore, these three thousand-plus people were highly aggressive. Enhanced by the Devilish Qi, their physical potential was stimulated, making them no less formidable than ordinary lions or tigers.

"Kill them! These people were killed by demons long ago and have turned into mindless Magic Corpses!" Andre shouted loudly.

This was pure nonsense. There was a world of difference between Magic Puppets and Magic Corpses. Never mind these seasoned knights; even apprentice Knight Retainers could easily distinguish the features of the two.

But Andre had to say it, and he was the only one who could.

Spu was the holy Son of God and could not be tainted by the slightest flaw; such things had to be done by others.

Even if he had to go to Hell, he had to protect the Son of God's reputation.

"Correct, these are all mindless Magic Corpses. No need to hold back!" Kendi also spoke up.

"Kill all these Magic Corpses!" The other knights joined in, pointing their spear tips at the charging villagers.

Kill!

Andre channeled Holy Light into his spear. The tip erupted with a layer of brilliant light, easily piercing the chest of a villager in front of him as if stabbing through tofu.

Puchi!

A spray of fresh blood flew out.

Andre withdrew his spear and attacked another villager.

The other knights also stopped holding back. Since they were killing Magic Corpses from Hell, they naturally used their most powerful Moves.

Villagers fell one by one under the spears, but even more lunged forward, pouncing or biting, completely unafraid of death.

As Xu Le finished the last syllable, the mana in his body transformed into a surging river that submerged the many villagers.

[Rapid Spellcasting]

[Holy Light Burst]

Endless light flowed over the villagers wave after wave, almost submerging them all.

"Awoo..."

The villagers let out painful wails. The Devilish Qi inside them clashed with and was dissolved by the Holy Light. Their Meridians were torn apart and snapped one by one during the violent energy conflict.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

The Devilish Qi was purged. Before the now-lucid villagers could speak, they were turned into bloody figures and died in excruciating pain.

The remaining villagers finally felt a fear that reached their bones, and they actually turned to flee.

Before Xu Le could act, Andre and the others chased them down and slaughtered all those villagers.

The battlefield was deathly silent. Everyone looked at Xu Le with respect and awe.

They were no longer in awe just because he was the Son of God, but because of the man himself.

That wave of Spells just now was by no means inferior to those of their Bishop. His decisiveness and ruthlessness made them even more fearful.

Xu Le patted the Wolf King crouching beside him. "Find that Formation Demon from earlier. He must answer for the blood debt of the entire village!"

Everyone shivered and nodded, reminding themselves in their hearts that these villagers had been made by the Formation Demon.

The Wolf King hurriedly twitched its nose, sniffing the air for scents, fearing it might also become one of the blood cases caused by the Formation Demon.

Xu Le looked at everyone in surprise. They all lowered their heads as if counting ants on the ground. He opened his mouth but ultimately didn't explain. Surely these people didn't think he could save everyone?

If the number of knights were a hundred times greater, and they spent a month, there might still be a chance to slowly save half of those villagers.

As for the other half, the Devilish Qi had seeped into their marrow; they were already as dead as could be.

But there clearly wasn't time for that now.

Forget it.

There are two universally recognized difficulties in the world: one is putting someone else's money into your own pocket, and the other is putting your own ideas into someone else's head. Countless great men couldn't solve them, and he didn't plan to try.

The group swarmed after the Wolf King to another building. Four knights were vaguely excluded; during the previous battle, these four hadn't shouted the slogans, nor had they dealt killing blows.

Stubbornness was written all over the four men's faces. They didn't care about being excluded; they had their own convictions.

Xu Le led the charge into the wooden house. The Formation Demon took a sip of coffee and gave them a thumbs-up. "You are even more ruthless than I imagined. Hahaha, you're the ones who should live in Hell."

"Demon, you killed everyone in Oak Village. You must pay for this blood debt!" Andre shouted out, taking the initiative to curse while Xu Le lowered his head to chant a Spell.

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!" the knights roared in unison.

"Son of God, you're so boring. I bet you'll never find a woman in your life!" Seeing Xu Le chanting a Spell as soon as they met, the Formation Demon downed his coffee in one gulp. "Please sample the second dish!"

With those words, he vanished again.

A five or six-year-old girl woke up crying. "Mommy, I want Mommy."

"Ah, this..." The knights were at a loss.

Even if Satan were before them, though they knew they would die, they would dare to charge with their spears.

But the opponent was a five or six-year-old human girl. In this place, it looked suspicious no matter how you saw it.

"Little sister, don't be afraid!"

One of the excluded knights rushed over. Just as he was about to pick up the little girl, he saw a streak of blazing white Holy Light flash past his shoulder and waist, hitting the girl right in the forehead.

"Ah—" The little girl let out a shrill scream. Her body swayed, and after taking just two steps, her head exploded into a mist of blood.

"You... you're so cruel! Does a person like you deserve the title of Son of God?"

The knight stood up in anger, neck stiff, glaring at Xu Le.

The other three excluded knights also moved closer. They too felt Xu Le was too ruthless, which didn't align with the knightly oaths they had taken.

Xu Le thought to himself that the angels he knew were even more ruthless. Before he could explain, Andre and the others were already shouting rebukes.

"Presumptuous! How dare you speak to the Son of God like that?"

"Are you blind? You don't even recognize the Holy Light Demon Destruction Spell? What kind of thing could have its head blown off by the Holy Light Demon Destruction Spell?"

"Ketch, repent!"

"..."

The four of them stared at Xu Le with stiff necks. "Our paths differ; we cannot work together. Your Highness, please forgive us, but we cannot accompany you on the rest of this journey."

Xu Le nodded. "As you wish."

Andre hurried over and whispered, "Son of God, their departure might have a negative impact on your reputation."

Xu Le shook his head. "Knight Ketch and the others... their hearts of justice have simply lost their way for a moment. They will be back soon."