The fourth year and sixth month of Shenyuan. One day, Vigilante A was patrolling above Earth.
Below him was New Delhi, the capital of India. In a holy temple, a skirmish was underway.
About a dozen young people were attacking a group of priests with brandishing red sticks, using all sorts of eye-catching magic spells.
"Brothers, kill them all!"
"This is the doctrine of God. These worms devoured our flesh and blood but did nothing; they squeezed the people dry of their riches, but they only hide in the temple enjoying serenity when the devils attacked."
Under the attacks of those young people, the priests, who were used to lazing around, were losing rapidly. Every now and then there were people collapsing on the floor. Blood and flesh were splattered around as they died wretchedly.
Some of them knelt on the floor and prayed to Heaven. They prayed for divinity to possess their body, but the magic, which was foolproof once, did not come to them.
