"No..."
Taniru struggled in desperation.
But the word "no" was suffocated within the bubbles of his lungs by a large hand, without even a chance to fight its way up to his throat.
Even betrayal had its levels.
Low-level betrayal: Simply flee and disappear into the crowd; the Dark Sun Church wouldn't even bother to investigate...
High-level betrayal: Kill their carefully nurtured A Grade Genius, blow up the altar, destroy the invasion plan, and even turn over a top expert who had been positioned by the Dark Sun Church for a long time.
In that case, the Dark Sun Church would definitely post a bounty of tens of thousands of Magic Gold in the black market, frantically hunting the traitor down.
Even if you died, they'd dig up your bones to grind them into dust and scatter them to the winds.
That would be worse than spending the rest of your life as a sheep.
At least, you could still eat grass.
Instead of having grass grow over your grave.
