154: This hero is emotionally unstable.

A flash of holy light, and you were teleported to the world of Mordoland.

In full view of the public, you emerged from the hero's summoning array of the Temple Church.

Evidently, a group of followers of the Goddess of Holy Light were there to greet you.

Outside the temple, there were screams and cries of despair.

It seemed that monsters were occupying the city, and the populace was crying out for help in desperation.

Inside the temple, a group of devout followers, immaculately dressed, knelt around in prayer, as if they heard nothing.

It was as if a single wall separated two worlds.

The priest presiding over the summoning led you out of the teleportation array.

Then, he, seemingly following a rigid, ancient template, spoke in formulaic language, urging the brave hero, the fearless and righteous hero, to actively and fearlessly go forth and rescue the populace from the clutches of the monsters.

He asked that the people facing death return to the embrace of the Goddess.

The priest's expression was pious, as if he were entrusting you entirely with the task of spreading the Goddess's holy light.

He said this was the second largest city in the Mordoland Kingdom, and now, except for the temple, it had all fallen.

He hoped the hero would carve a bloody path for them.

You felt speechless; even as a hero, you needed to develop a bit, right?

Surely, you should be taught a few skills?

And a weapon? Shouldn't you at least get a heros sword?

You tactfully raised your questions.

However, the priest seemed rather impatient, displaying a business-like expression and tone.

There were no weapons, and skills could only be learned after dealing with the monsters.

You tried asking for help again.

He then said that the temple's deacons needed to guard the Goddess's statue and could not leave the temple.

Followers needed to pray to the Goddess at all times; the temple only housed devout followers and did not protect the populace.

But the hero needed to save the populace and guide them to believe in the Goddess… He even said that even in life and death, the populace should pray devoutly, so that even if they died, they could return to the Goddess's Divine Realm.

You fell silent.

Then, you curled your lips into a soundless smile.

Indeed!

This world is fake, isn't it?

If it's fake, then I can play as I please, right?

Kill them all, I really want to kill them all!

If I tear off the veneer of civilization, indeed, a true me is still hidden deep within my heart!

Unending slaughter… it should have been like this long ago!

You had not fully accepted the fact of transmigration; in fact, you could feel that this newly generated body was not your original body.

If you treated the summoning by the Goddess of Holy Light as a game, a dream!

You felt that everything in this world should follow your will!

Your thoughts seemed to be tinged with a hint of tyrannical and lawless emotion, leading you to this conclusion.

An outlaw, in a lawless land, wouldn't that be a sacred place for revelry!

You stopped asking questions because the priest's words were meaningless.

You no longer wanted to know the plot summary; you even wanted to skip parts of the story.

Indeed, the orthodox religions of such a world were also cult-like in nature.

You no longer tried to understand their way of thinking, as they were not from the same cultural civilization.

You seized the priest's staff artifact when he was unprepared, shouting the slogans commonly used by the followers, and in their tone, you said: “For the Goddess! Followers, at this very moment, offer up your lives!”

Bang!

A devout follower, oblivious to the outside world, bled from the back of his head, fell to the ground, kicked twice, and then croaked.

Talent activated, Slaughter Stack!

Weapon Master activated, you slightly gained insight into using staff-like weapons.

“Don't stop me!

Only followers of the Goddess of Holy Light will understand me!

Those who stop me are false believers, unwilling to return to the Goddess's Divine Realm!

Sacrifice yourselves for the Goddess at this very moment!

What are you waiting for!”

You wore an expression of righteous indignation, your face so pious it was as if you had witnessed the Goddess of Holy Light withdrawing her holy light.

The locals had never seen such a display!

You were the killer, and you were also the one claiming righteousness!

Fortunately, these followers, who were already fanatically devoted to the Goddess of Holy Light, were indeed momentarily bluffed by you.

Bang, bang, bang!

Splat, splat, splat, splat!

In an instant, dozens of followers provided you with a successful start to Slaughter Stack.

The temple gate was indeed quite red, stained with blood.

Both inside and out were alike.

Outside, monsters were slaughtering; inside, you were slaughtering.

Suddenly, you, as the hero, seemed to be in league with the monsters!

With the Unending Life from Slaughter Stack and growing proficiency with staff weapons, you even gained a slight understanding of how to achieve headshots.

After experiencing a satisfying surge, as if leveling up and improving,

Your rationality returned, as if waking from a dream.

Just now, you seemed to have killed dozens of living people with a club-like staff?

Was this still you?

The power feedback from the slaughter on your body revealed its reality.

You didn't feel any discomfort… but you entered deep thought: how could your normally kind-hearted self have shouted for followers to sacrifice themselves and then killed so many people?

You were surprised to find that your mind seemed a bit abnormal!

Or rather, your emotions were somewhat unstable, and due to certain external interferences, you would act impulsively and emotionally, completely out of character for your normal state.

It seemed to have started from the Goddess's summoning.

As an honest child, you would never expose your lustful heart.

As a sunny boy, you would never harbor such a heavy killing intent!

You reflected on yourself and simply felt that you had definitely been set up; the emotional instability was not yours, and you needed to find the cause externally!

You pondered for a while, an indifferent thought surged into your mind, and then you figured it out yourself, feeling that the deaths of these followers had little to do with you. And with that thought, you felt much better.

Thus, you once again invigorated your spirit, holding the blood-stained staff, and decided to fulfill the hero's duty to confront the rampant monsters outside!

Mainly, most of the followers inside this temple had already returned to the Divine Realm of the Goddess of Holy Light with your help.

The remaining few, perhaps not as devout in their faith to the Goddess of Holy Light, looked at you with fear in their eyes; you decided to spare their lives.

Let these poor followers return to the Goddess's Divine Realm and feel her embrace a little later!

You did not send them to the Divine Realm.

They must have been extremely disappointed; looking at their fearful expressions, they were indeed afraid of going to the Divine Realm too late and not getting a good spot!

No help for it, the volume of business for sending followers to the Divine Realm today was already exceeded for you.

They could only continue to believe in the mortal world, and only by enduring trials would they have another chance to ascend to the Divine Realm!

You quietly pushed open a crack in the temple's large door.

Groups of Mud Fiends, led by Human-Head Demon Trees, were wantonly harvesting the populace outside the temple.

Each branch of the Human-Head Demon Tree wanted to be fully adorned with human heads.

The Mud Fiends, behind them, devoured the headless corpses.

Not far outside the temple, there was a Human-Head Demon Tree leading a squad of Mud Fiends, scavenging among the populace.

You tightened your grip on the staff, an unconscious excitement revealing itself in your eyes.

There was no hint of fear.

Killing monsters should provide more Unending Life from Slaughter Stack than those followers who truly didn't know how to fight back, right!

An excited heart, trembling hands, looking at your stacked Unending Life armor that could withstand dozens of fatal blows without harm.

You moved with serpentine grace, brutal emotions surging.

Holy Light Staff in hand, monsters, monsters, quickly die!