The oracle said this place has been polluted by a foreign source. A cleanse is necessary." At the middle of the group of knights was an old man wearing a white-colored robe, with his features devout and pious. his expression was extremely stern.
"Chief Priest, we have completely surrounded the area." A knight reported respectfully after urging his horse over. He was chiseled, his armor and features domineering.
"Good, Shrine corps, be prepared to coordinate with each other. Don't let even a single heretic escape." The Chief Priest waved his hand. Numerous youthful and resolute men dressed in white ceremonial clothing followed behind him, followed by the groups of knights in an orderly manner.
A serious crisis immediately enveloped the little town, but the residents were barely aware of what was going on
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