Quadruple split.

Chapter 2376 Avigdor and Edwin
Game time PM18:53
Southwestern continent, northern border of the Griffin Dynasty, suburb of Likud City

"Don't!"

The handsome sergeant wearing complicated armor and with long golden hair retreated hastily, widening his bloodshot blue eyes and screaming, "Don't come over! I surrender! I surrender!!"

"..."

Dozens of pale-faced priests with dark green curse marks like patterns on their necks just continued to walk towards him expressionlessly, not stopping because of the man's panicked plea for mercy. On the blood-stained ground around them, hundreds of bodies were completely crushed into silhouette-like outlines. Only the heads were still intact. All of the corpses had their eyes staring with nothing but emptiness and dullness in their lifeless gazes.

If you only look at the surface, these people standing in the middle of the three-digit corpses are just ordinary clergymen. Except for the strange-looking patterns on their necks, they are actually no different from most of the priests of the Dream Kingdom.

In fact, not only are they no different from the clergy of normal dream sects, they are even the only group of clergy in the Church who can use authentic dream magic without relying on "whispering", and this is not a trivial matter that can be glossed over.

You know, although the current [Dream Kingdom] is under the guise of the 'Dream Sect', its essence is the southwestern diocese of the evil cult [Whisper Sect].

Unlike the Northeastern Diocese, which had been dormant for many years but had failed in Sumir, and whose ambitions were crushed by a certain priest of the Holy Church several months ago, with less than one-tenth of its members surviving in the end; unlike the Southeastern Diocese, which had been almost turned into a puppet by the Viper Chamber of Commerce and had completely lost its influence after the demise of the Marshall Family; unlike the Northwestern Diocese, which had suffered a strong blow from the Sun Dynasty many years ago, and had finally survived the collapse of the dynasty, but was wiped out by a few chickens overnight with more than 30 branches, with less than ten people surviving, and had long since become a pile of loose sand -

The Southwest Diocese of the [Whispering Sect] is the most solid, powerful, thriving, and darkest supporter of the evil god in this world. It is a crazy group that has forcibly disintegrated an entire righteous sect from within through constant infiltration and disintegration, and replaced it without leaving a trace. Whether it is personnel, heritage, funding, territory, or divine grace, the Southwest Diocese is the most powerful branch of this evil sect, and it has been completely corrupted. Even the gods it believes in have been persuaded by the 'Whispering' to enter the nightmare [Dreamland Church], which is the gathering place and protective umbrella for these evil god believers.

At this moment, the clergy in the [Dreamland Theocracy] are composed of three groups:

First, there are the members of the Southwest Diocese of the Whispering Sect, who are located in the core circle of the Theocracy and play key roles in various fields. They are believers of the evil god who do not believe in the Goddess of Dreams at all. These blasphemers in the eyes of the world are not very careful to hide themselves all day long. They rely on the power of "whispering" to make themselves look as if they can drive dreams at will. They are the real power class in the Theocracy. The highest leader among them, Archbishop Moon Shadow, is not only the high priest of the Southwest Diocese, but also the apparent Pope of Dreams.

Secondly, there are those clergy who truly believe in the Goddess of Dreams, but whose cognition and minds have been distorted by the heretics around them. Most of these people were born after the Dream Sect was officially disintegrated. From the very beginning, they heard whispers, and when they were baptized, they were directly distorted by the host's "whispering", causing them to always mistakenly believe that they have been recognized by the gods in the years to come, but in essence they are just ordinary people who have been brainwashed.

It is worth mentioning that if these "ordinary people" do show enough talent and can go further in the way of theocracy or paladins, they will be secretly absorbed by the Whispering Cultists lurking around them. Considering that the latter can use the "whispering" power of the evil god that can distort people's hearts at will, it is not difficult to successfully induce them to degenerate into cultists when the victims are not prepared. Those who are determined and stubborn will naturally be dealt with early.

The last type is the true members of the [Dream Sect] and believers of the Dream Goddess.

At this point, some people may be curious, who could successfully gain the recognition of the gods after the Dream Sect had already been disintegrated and eroded by Whisper?

The answer is simple. They were the clergymen of the Dream Sect before it was disintegrated and devoured by Whisper!
That's right, after the Southwestern Diocese of the Whispering Sect completely took over the Dream Sect, they did not actually kill all the clergy. Although most of the believers were killed in their futile struggles, there were also a group of people who were captured alive and imprisoned, and provided to many Whispering believers to deconstruct the dream magic. The cruelty of the process and the misery of their experiences were simply beyond the imagination of normal people.

In the end, when these genuine clergy had completely lost their value, their spiritual worlds also collapsed completely without exception. Even so, Archbishop Moon Shadow had no intention of letting them go. Instead, based on the principle of making the best use of resources, he refined these miserable clergy into puppets through a large number of blood sacrifices and rituals. Each of them looked very pious to the Goddess of Dreams and was even able to have basic communication with humans.

They were named [Shadows of the Corrupted], which was a little prank of Archbishop Moon Shadow, and also a living memorial of the Whispering Cult's complete conquest of the Dream Cult. In addition, these puppets that were extremely efficient in killing could also be put into wars, and anyone who was given authority could command them to a certain extent.

The dozens of Shadows of the Corrupted who are here at this moment are part of the elite troops under Lamorok. Their only purpose in appearing here is to eliminate the enemies in the current area.

The young non-commissioned officer who was already frightened to death was the last "enemy" who was temporarily assigned to the strategic point of "Eye-17", so -

"..."

The leading dream priest raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a sunny and gentle smile like the one he had before he was tortured mad, then slightly tightened his pale right hand and stared into the other person's eyes.

"Uh-huh!"

Then the blond sergeant's face froze and his expression instantly became dazed. However, at the same time, the necklace on his neck suddenly burst into a golden flame, and it burst on the spot and awakened the wearer, causing him to miss the last chance for a painless death.

"do not come!"

Although it was only a short moment, the blond sergeant, who was almost torn to pieces in the nightmare, fell to the ground and roared with bloodshot eyes: "Howard! My name is Avigdor Howard! I am a noble top noble of the Griffin Dynasty. You can catch me! You can use me to exchange for a lot of wealth, land and even more things that you can't get from the battlefield... Woo! Woo woo woo!!!"

Avigdor Howard was unable to finish his words because the clergyman in front of him roughly stuffed his index, middle and ring fingers into his mouth. Not only that, two seconds later, his entire face was torn in two halves from the corners of his mouth and then peeled off from his face, leaving only the uncomfortable subcutaneous tissue and two eyes that were almost popping out.

"Have a...good...dream...child..."

The priest who was half-kneeling in front of him and casually throwing his face on the ground smiled gently, and then tore the poor man into pieces physically with his own hands. The latter, who was trapped in a 'lucid dream', did not truly complete all the steps of 'death' until the other party stood up, and bid farewell to this life with an overly sad ending.

"Don't be afraid...child, don't be afraid..."

The clergyman who always lived in a nightmare breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled with satisfaction that he had just helped a child 'dispel' the nightmare. He then turned around and nodded to his compatriots behind him. After standing up shakily, he closed his eyes with everyone else and returned to the twisted dream again.

At this point, the [M1-1] special operations force's clearing mission was successfully completed, and the last survivor in the [Eye-17] strategic point was eliminated.

Of course, in the eyes of these "corrupt people", they are just dreaming back to the daily life many years ago when they helped people solve their problems. They solved some concrete nightmares in an exaggerated, humorous and clever way, bringing courage, peace and tranquility to people.

So at this moment, these puppets who were forever trapped in the dream only felt that they had just done a good thing, and did not think that they were actually...

……

【It's basically a monster! 】

Under a tree several dozen meters away, a half-dragon ranger was holding his stomach and retching. As the only spectator who witnessed the bloody scene, this veteran scout was about to vomit bile, but this was not strictly his problem. After all, it would be difficult for anyone to quickly regain their composure after watching the massacre at Eye-17. Killing was not terrible, but being able to kill with such a joyful and even innocent attitude was unacceptable to most advanced intelligent creatures. Even without Mo Tan's ability to empathize with others when in the "absolutely neutral" personality, it was enough to cause severe physical discomfort.

[I’m sure we can’t hold on…]

After retching, Scout Edwin suppressed his discomfort while cleaning up all traces of his presence. In the previous seven hours, he had been ordered to patrol seventeen positions, but he had only just met Avigdo Howard, a living one of his own. Now, even though there were still five positions to patrol, he felt that there was no need for him to continue.

He must return to Likud City as quickly as possible and try his best to persuade Lady Merav Howard to lead the troops to retreat and stay away from this incredible raid!
No one knew why the enemy, who was theoretically resting in Hori City, would appear here, and no one knew that the butcher named Lamolock would knock on the gate of Likud City in a few hours. But Edwin knew very well that if the legendary devil really came here, the girl who had run away from home and bumped into him in the alley seventeen years ago, who was a noble lady but had no airs and a beautiful smile, would probably never have the chance to go home again!

And the me who held her hand, had no respect for the 'nobles' and tried to take her out of the cage, and who later joined the state army and worked hard to see her closer, was the only hope for her to return home safely!

At this moment, Edwin forgot that he was not the only scout out for inspection. He forgot that if everything went well, then Melafe must have known the situation long ago. He also forgot that she had long forgotten the dirty boy. His mind was full of -

【Take her back! I must take her back! 】

The arrogant scout swore an oath in his heart self-righteously, and in order to live up to his boast, he immediately changed direction, gave up continuing to move westward, and instead headed straight south, rushing quickly towards the [Likud City].

"What are you going to do?"

His best friend, most reliable partner, and most trusted brother narrowed his eyes and asked him the question lazily.

"Go back to Likud City! I want to go back to Likud City!"

"Likud City? Are you serious?"

"Of course, of course I'm serious! I have to go back to Likud City. Lady Merafu is still waiting for me. Merafu, my Merafu, wait for me, wait for me..."

"Melave? You mean Melave Howard? And 'your'?"

"It should be like this. She shouldn't have been taken back, but I couldn't stop it. I was too weak and couldn't stop anything. If she hadn't been taken back, she would have definitely fallen in love with me! Just like I would have definitely fallen in love with her!"

"I see. It's really disgusting."

"Shut up, what do you know! I tried! I've tried! But I can't stop it. Even if she is a branch of the Howard family, it's the Howard family! How can I...how can I stop the Howard family! Damn it...Damn it...!"

"So you're not going to try this time, are you?"

"what are you saying?"

"Because you've already tried, you have no responsibility to try harder or take risks anymore, right?"

"No, no, I'm trying, I..."

"You knew very well that you couldn't get Melafe Howard, so instead of going back to the city to save her, you decided to escape on your own. You already tried, even though... that was a long, long time ago."

"What did you say!?"

"Open your eyes, scumbag, and look where you're running to."

"?!"

Edwin shuddered suddenly, and then he realized that he was not heading towards Likud City at all, but was on a narrow path. Although it had no intersection with Likud City and Merave Howard, it was enough for him to return safely to the heart of Griffin within three hours.

"Bad news, bastard."

The next second, the voice of his best friend came from behind, making Edwin feel as if he was falling into an ice cellar: "You will die here."

"..."

"And then, there's even worse news for you."

"...?"

"Melaph Howard is not going to die, and she doesn't want you to die."

"Varied……"

A blinding green light flashed by.

Edwin Mihaili's body fell silently.

Chapter 2367: The End