In the Northern Forest, the captain of O.S.P.I.S. wandered aimlessly.
"Sigh, I took Althur's word and decided to go somewhere."
"But something seems to be happening. Why does my gut tell me that something will happen soon?" Robert asked himself.
"And those pesky bunches have not appeared. They used to be very active in stalking."
As he noticed the bright moon in the sky suddenly obscured by darkness, he seemed determined to rush to the source of all trouble.
"But where?" He touched his chin and asked, "What happened to my gut? It used to be sharp. Nonsense, it must be those bundles of documents." Promptly, he stopped, noticed the stinking mess on the ground, and decided to follow the trail.
"Alright, there is something. Perfect; my stomach is still fine. But I really want to quit my job." He expressed his loneliness. "Oh, I hate these bundles."
"My dear friend, where are you?" He shouted. He followed his instincts and found a horrible pile of rats exhaling stench and plague.
Robert declared, "Tag, you're it". He waved his hand and released some sort of mystical energy into the rats. They quickly became chaotic and violent, and as they were about to attack each other, something suddenly happened.
"How dare you?" The rats let out a terrible voice, but it was clear that it was a woman's voice. A black mist appeared, and then a female figure appeared. Her face under the rope could hide the angry expression.
"Where are you going, mouse?"
"Party bastard." The woman growled in anger. It seemed that the impact just now wasn't very pleasant for her.
"Why do I feel such a sudden weakness?" Robert assessed the woman in front of him, his voice suddenly serious.
"What were you doing in the center?"
The woman laughed and said, "Stupid, go find out for yourself."
With that, she released a large amount of black mist filled with plague that could make a strong person weak in an instant.
This seemed to be the case as he suspected that something big had happened in the central area involving this strange woman with a unique aura.
The mist seemed to be spreading toward Robert with malice. However, it seems to be confused when it strikes elsewhere.
"The aura of a god! What on earth just happened?" Robert examined her and felt an urgent desire to finish off the madwoman first. Catch her quickly and ask her what's on the card. Even though the aura attacking him was greatly weakened, the great power of a god could not be hidden.
"Frial's follower. Your goddess is cured." The man asked in a firm tone.
"Slander, our goddess, is a symbol of sickness. The inevitable disease of weakness. There is no cure for Her."
"Too bad. If she cannot be cured, how can she awake?"
The woman seemed more agitated when she heard the man's taunts in front of her. But she quickly regained her composure because her current goal was to get out of this place as soon as possible.
The other two bastards didn't seem to survive, but she was different. However, something unexpected interrupted these beautiful calculations. A stupid, talkative and blasphemous bastard.
"People without faith like you, there will come a day when the land of war will devour you." The madwoman's voice echoed in Robert's ears.
"At least I still believe in myself. Ah, I admitted I was a little skeptical a few minutes ago, but you've proven it's still good." He said it comfortably.
Although the conversation seems friendly, the two seem to have their own calculations.
The mad woman silently tries to inflict the plague on the bastard in front of her. Before the weak blessing wears off, she hopes to use it to hold back the enemy in front of her.
But she faced a formidable foe. He must be stronger than her, and only the aura of the Famine Knight saved her from a quick defeat. The curse of weakness was spreading around her, and if it became too intense, she would surely attract the attention of other powers.
She orchestrated her beasts to surround the man and shrink his domain. But some rats rebel against her will, acting as if they have already lost the war and must beg for mercy. Others break their bond with her and turn on each other.
When Robert stood by the chaos, he made everything on the battlefield clear. He is a warlord who thrives on turmoil. When the madman realized her weapons were useless and her minions in disarray, he decided to strike back with full force.
He has invaded her mind, pierced her doubts about her faith, and escalated her worries. She can see the withering of her gift before her eyes. Her faith was weakened as doubt appeared. It penetrated her psyche. Her deep-seated worries suddenly surfaced like a broken dam.
As he prepared to defeat his opponent, he felt a surge of heat behind him. It seemed as if an atmosphere of holiness was descending like a barren desert, judging those who have lost their way.
He turned his head to see a bright flash of light followed by a loud bang. Someone had interfered with his battle.
This divine power vaporized everything on the scene, including the madwoman's tumultuous mind. After this distraction, she regained consciousness and looked into the distance. She noticed two human figures with horrible expressions running away from the priest who was chasing them with fury in his eyes. A thought flashed through her mind.
She would take advantage of the situation and play a card she now possessed - one she had never intended to play, even in the face of this man. It was a disposable device that had a high negative probability of sending her to a random location. But she decided to move forward as she locked eyes with a new enemy.
Unleash the last of the power from the weakness and confuse the spectators. The aura of the Holy Spirit suddenly vanished. It made the priest realize what was happening.
"Lamia, bring us." The most unkempt man shouted,
"Good luck," the emotionless voice said and quickly disappeared.
Robert saw the incident, which upset him slightly. Then he turned and stared at the priest.
He realized that the priest's power had collided with his own, creating a shockwave that upset the balance of emotions in the area. Allowing his opponent to seize the moment and flee.
The two fugitives had done so when they were caught in the priest's power. They now lay on the ground, bleeding from multiple wounds. They had the expression of those who have been lost in the desert for a long time.
He kept his posture for a while, silently observing everything.