The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

A week later.

The setting sun dipped behind the mountains, turning the evening sky to blood-red as the continuous fiery clouds spread out.

The dim sunlight, passing through the floor-to-ceiling windows, covered the legion commander's study, casting a shadow over everything around.

An Su Moningsta, a Fourth-Order Peak warrior, was at this moment reclined in a leather chair, flipping through the documents in his hand.

His mind was preoccupied with how to annihilate the saints outside of town.

With just one more meritorious deed, Angelo would be able to leave this remote little town and be promoted to the front lines;

Therefore, he hadn't paid much attention to the recent happenings in the dry camp. To him, who was on the verge of reaching the level of a saint, the believers were just a number.

If this batch died out, a new one could be replenished at any time.

Besides, he was about to leave.

As long as they didn't rise in rebellion, they could make as much trouble as they wanted.

——Lately, partly thanks to someone's management, the believers had become much quieter.

But even if they did rebel, he would just kill them all.

Right at that moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Come in," Angelo said with a slight frown.

Creak——as the door was pushed open.

A young man walked in with a calm gait, clad in a dark military uniform with a skull badge signifying 'instructor' on his left chest, standing erect, his long military boots making a crisp sound on the floor;

The cold green eyes beneath his military cap, sharp and dazzling, were like stars in the night sky.

"An Su Moningsta."

Angelo slowly enunciated An Su's name, the unique pressure of a superior instantly weighing on An Su's shoulders, a dark and terrifying aura rising up, almost congealing into the most evil entity.

"It seems you've become an instructor."

An Su had passed yesterday's monthly test with top marks and, according to previous practice, outstanding students could be promoted and remain at the camp to teach. An Su, whose reputation among the students had already peaked, was smoothly promoted to instructor.

Of course, the main reason An Su came first was that those who could have competed with him were already dealt with as part of the opposition.

And of the remaining forward-thinking believers, who would dare compete with the leadership?

Angelo was no fool; he could more or less see through the dark schemes An Su had been orchestrating this past week.

Therefore, Angelo's assessment of An Su had become even higher.

Because he had also come this way.

Indeed, he hadn't misjudged this young man.

He had long realized this guy was no good!

In the Painful Esoteric Sect, there is only one truth, and only one school rule that is most correct:

'Survive and climb up.'

No matter the means, as long as you remain unseen by the Magic Eye, you can do as you please.

The Cultists who were eliminated were all losers, unable to grasp this hidden school rule; they were doomed to be abandoned by the Esoteric Religion.

And someone like An Su, a failure of society, was a natural Esoteric Religion Sacred Body, born for this kind of work.

"What brings you here?" Angelo looked up, his eyes sharply piercing as if they could see right through An Su.

"Your Excellency, the legion commander," An Su answered, observing the man in front of him, "It's about the saints in Seden Town."

The muscles always tight like a hunting cheetah, slightly hunched in readiness, the dagger he always carried at his waist,

And the magic power that flowed continuously through his body all sent a strong signal: even while lying down reading, the legion commander was always ready for a fight.

This was the ultimate leader of the Seden World, the legion commander who had remained unconquered for so many years, the ultimate goal for the saints—Angelo Xivier.

There were a total of three tasks, two of which An Su had already nearly completed.

Sixty Second-Order Cultists were reduced to about twenty,

And a small half of the two hundred First-Order Cultists were also taken out.

But it was slowly reaching a bottleneck period.

It wasn't possible to eliminate all the Cultists.

As for the final task: [Assassinate the Esoteric Religion legion commander], it was an impossible mission to complete.

Actually, if it were an average player, the current score could already be considered good enough for them to quit while they were ahead.

The top three placing was almost a certainty.

But An Su was a villainous player, and also a full-achievement player; he knew there was still room for improvement.

And a villainous player naturally has villainous methods.

"The war is about to begin."

Having become an officer, his authority was even greater.

He could even temporarily leave the camp,

So knowing the movements of the saints was quite normal for an instructor.

An Su took the initiative to mention the saints in town, Angelo narrowed his eyes slightly, showing an interested look, "What are you trying to say?"

The legion commander's aura reached its peak at this moment, visions of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood emerged in An Su's mind, the painful screams and wails cut into An Su's ears like a knife, his lips trembling slightly.

"I have confirmed,"

An Su took a slow breath, "that there is a traitor among us, and I already know his name."

-

In Seden Town.

For the past month, Rosen had been numb.

Alice had become numb as well.

All the saints had gone numb.

Starting from the beginning of the month to now, without pause, notifications of their nearly daily killings swamped their screens!

And the contributor was always An Su, Lister, Arthur from the three border areas!

[Kill count (59/60)]

...

[Kill count (25/60)]

On the first day, Alice could still comfort herself thinking it was just the three of them getting lucky, claiming the first kill of a Second Order Believer was nothing extraordinary.

—— Not to mention, that Second Order Believer had committed suicide; it wasn't by An Su's hand.

It had to be just some underhanded tactics.

After the first kill, several days passed with no more killing news, and Alice became even more convinced that An Su had just resorted to petty tricks.

But by the seventh day, her mentality began to experience some subtle shifts.

An Su and his group had killed another squad leader.

Moreover, this time it wasn't the squad leader committing suicide.

They had killed him with their own hands.

...?

That was very confusing.

For a moment, Alice thought she was hallucinating.

On the eighth day, at the same time, another killing notification appeared, but this one felt even more surreal and absurd.

Four times it rang out, twice at noon, twice at night.

In a single day, the three from the border had killed a total of four people.

Four Second Order Cultists.

While the saints were still recruiting soldiers, let alone hunting Second Order, they hadn't even hunted any First Order Cultists.

How did An Su do it?

The following two weeks could be described as nothing short of a nightmare.

Alice had originally thought that four kills in one day was already the peak, but she had no idea that was just the beginning.

After a brief lull, the kill count suddenly skyrocketed at some point, one or two a day, three or four a day, five or six a day, reaching a staggering daily double-digit figure at its peak.

It wasn't just the Second Order Cultists they were killing, they left not even a single First Order soldier alive!

And all at the same time of day,

Every day at noon and in the evening, they could hear the sound of An Su's notifications flooding in systematically.

This was no longer just assassinations, this had evolved into a full-blown massacre!

What on earth were they doing at those three border strongholds?

Was this some kind of purge?

Alice couldn't comprehend it at all, not just her, even the experienced Order Knight Rosen, who had gone through numerous Nether Worlds, couldn't understand An Su's operations.

How exactly did he manage it?

They were nearly at the point of wiping them all out.

An Su's score had reached an unprecedented forty points, Arthur twenty points, Lister clung to his nineteen points—his creed being to always be third.

Keep in mind, this score was just from killings and not the total score.

Points for completed missions and scores from the Celestial Messenger and the various gods had not yet been tallied,

After all the calculations, An Su would be approaching a perfect score.

At the very least, it would start at ninety-five.

For a time, the inner workings of the saints were in a state of panic.

Thankfully, at the critical moment, Order Knight Rosen stabilized the morale with a speech that could only be described as fiery and impassioned.

"An Su has merely cleaned up some riff-raff; it's nothing to be concerned about."

"There's no need for everyone to worry too much—the ultimate victory will belong to us."
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At the end of his speech, he emphasized heavily,

"Through a month's effort, I have successfully made contact with a high-ranking official inside the military academy."

"He is an officer of considerable prestige and authority, who has been awakened and decided to abandon the dark to turn towards the light, willing to cooperate with the Sacred Body."

"We do not know that person's specific name, but all the information he provides is accurate."

"We only know his title,"

"[The Painful Confidant]"

"Tomorrow, Alice and I will have a secret meeting with that person."

——"Believers of the divine, the day of the final battle is upon us."

"We shall triumph!"

The saints erupted in applause; truly, a Order Knight with such a great charismatic character could even influence an evil officer from the Painful Esoteric Sect.

Just this alone was something those despicable and vile individuals from the three border areas could never accomplish.