Honey, It’s Time To Take Your Medicine!

She even wanted to laugh at Antia. This woman was still as stupid as she was a thousand years ago. She obviously had such a treasure around her, but she didn't know how to get it.

But before she could take action, she was overtaken by Ekaterina.

This made the Storm Witch very upset. She had deliberately separated Qin Chu and Yekaterina from going upstairs and downstairs, but the woman actually ran up by herself.

She couldn't just rush up and join.

But now that upstairs is finally over, I just don’t know if Qin Chu can still do it.

While thinking about it in her heart, the Storm Witch stood up with her tall body and walked towards the door.

But just when the Storm Witch walked to the door, a voice that seemed slightly different from before came from upstairs again.

hiss……

Storm Witch gasped.

No, are you coming?

Don’t they all know how tired they are?

Even if you want to continue, why not take a break?

Although she felt more and more irritable in her heart, the Storm Witch had no other choice. She could only stay in the room quietly, listening to the sounds coming from upstairs, and waiting patiently.

She started to get a little worried...

If all the seeds of life were taken away by Catherine, there would be nothing left for her.

…

On the other side, Qin Chu gently opened the door.

Listening to Yekaterina's voice coming from the room behind him, Qin Chu looked a little weird.

To be honest, Ekaterina's acting skills are really not very good. Listen to this voice, her tone is flat, perfunctory, and without any fluctuations. Anyone with a little experience can feel that something is wrong.

Please be more dedicated, please, can you have more emotion in your voice?

However, considering that the Storm Witch has lived here alone for thousands of years, it is hard to say whether she has experienced it before. Even if she has experienced it, she has probably forgotten it long ago.

Come to think of it, the Storm Witch wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

People are curious.

Qin Chu is no exception.

Reason told him that his goal was only revenge, and he could just settle his own affairs. What happened on the Tianqiong Road, and the conflict between the real masters and gods had nothing to do with him. Forcibly involved would not have the slightest impact. benefit.

But, curiosity killed the cat.

The more we cannot know something, the more we want to explore it.

What's more, Qin Chu vaguely felt that he had already been involved in this huge whirlpool. In this case, it would not do him any harm to know more about it.

After such a thought emerged in his mind, the slight resistance in his heart disappeared immediately, and he walked towards the room next to him with peace of mind.

This seemed to be an office, with the Storm Lord's emblem hanging on the damaged wall.

The table was covered with dust, as thick as snow.

There were some documents placed on the table. Qin Chu walked slowly over. After first vigilantly sensing the surroundings and finding that there were no hidden traps, Qin Chu stretched his fingers towards the documents on the table. Go, but just after Qin Chu's fingers touched those papers...

Silently...as if a certain string was touched, the document instantly turned into powder.

It is finely ground like flour, like ashes after being burned by fire.

Not only the paper, but also the paintings on the wall and the desk all disappeared in an instant, and even the porcelain placed nearby as decoration turned into fine quicksand.

Qin Chu's eyes were a little dark, and a thousand years were enough to wear away everything.

The beds in her and Ekaterina's room, the doors, windows, and even the floors and walls of the temple were all prepared by Violet later. This woman stubbornly wanted to maintain the Temple of Storms in its original appearance. I don’t want this temple to disappear completely, even though except for the barely visible appearance, the interior has long since decayed... Everything that originally belonged to this temple has long since come to an end in the long river of time.

There was nothing left to explore in this room. Qin Chu walked to the other room next door, and the situation in this room was no different. Even the airflow caused by Qin Chu pushing the door directly caused the rest of the room to be empty. Those things underneath turned to dust.

But Qin Chu did not give up. He believed that there must be something in this temple that could guide him to find the truth.

Walking from room to room, there is almost no difference in the scene in front of you.

Second floor, third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor...

Qin Chu didn't miss any small corner.

Until the end, Qin Chu even ventured into the first floor.

Far away from where Violet was, Qin Chu discovered a small, dark room. There was even a complete statue of the Storm Lord in this small room, which seemed to be a room used for confession and prayer.

No one knows what the gods look like, and the statues are only based on the imagination of believers.

This is a tall man with a majestic body. Although thousands of years have passed, the majesty of this statue remains the same as before. This seems to be a place where Violet often hangs out, and it is not as thick as other places. Thick dust.

On the surrounding walls, messy words, patterns, and symbols were drawn with almost crazy strokes... You can see these traces from the deep depressions in the wall and the stiff and twisted strokes. What kind of chaos is deep inside a person's heart.

There are even traces of repairs on the statue. Some places have even been repaired many times. The cracks are clearly layered. The repeated damage and repairs have made the statue look a little weird.

On the wall just above the head of the Statue of the Lord of Storms, there seemed to be several large, twisted characters written with a knife.

Where is He?

At the end of the stroke, forcefully pull down to create a long crack on the wall.

Just at the feet of the statue, there is a notebook with a dark cover and two crosses.

Qin Chu subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand, but hesitated, worried that the notebook would turn into powder like before.

After a brief hesitation, Qin Chu finally stretched out his fingers and touched the cover of the notebook as softly as possible... This time, the notebook did not turn into ashes.

It was obviously just a very simple action, but Qin Chu felt that he was very tired. He quietly wiped the sweat on his forehead and opened the notebook.

The first thing that catches the eye are a few scarlet words that make people’s hearts tremble:

The gods are dead!

…

On the other side, Death Knight Karthus has left the location of Benson's body.

Riding on the bone-white horse, he was running like a ghost against the strong wind. Even the cold night wind could not extinguish the fire in his heart.

Because, just as he was collecting Benson's remains, he discovered the white stockings that Benson was holding tightly in his palm.

On the stockings are two symbols that Benson drew with his own blood.

A symbol that represents the Holy See.

A symbol that represents the Earth Mother Cult.

He had never been so angry.

The bloody pattern was obviously the signal Benson left for himself before he died.

If Benson was just killed by a monster, Karsus would be sad but not so angry. After all, humans and monsters are born enemies.

However, being killed by his own people made Karsus unable to suppress his anger.

Karthus is the stupidest member of the Brave Team, followed by Benson and Crazy Muse. The three of them have the best relationship and the deepest affection in the Brave Team. For this reason, they are even nicknamed the idiot trio by Zero.

Karsus never felt that this was offensive. On the contrary, he felt that it was a sign of intimacy between the brave and him.

In fact, Karthus was not so stupid.

Some of the legends about Karsus are actually true. He did come from a prominent family. His father was a famous nobleman and he had noble blood flowing through him.

He is indeed incredibly talented, and his strength has grown rapidly since he was a child.

There is also a fiancée who, although not a great sage, is very strong, elegant, noble, beautiful and gentle.

However, he is also arrogant and impulsive.

His master warned him that although his strength was very strong and his progress was rapid, his state of mind was unstable and asked him to calm down and let his heart keep up with his strength.

But the arrogant Karsus didn't listen to his master's words at all. He still kept attacking higher levels, which caused trouble. When he was crossing the level, he started to hear some things in his ears because of his inner instability. Indescribable, incomprehensible gibbering.

He didn't know where the sound came from, but it made him feel particularly irritated.

Countless weird and twisted illusions appeared before his eyes, making him confused and crazy.

In an extremely crazy state of consciousness, he frantically destroyed everything. When he regained consciousness, he saw his father's head in his hand, and his mother's body cut off at the waist...

The brother's body was split in half with a knife.

He became a murderous demon and his fiancée left him.

He was rebuked and hunted by countless people...

From that moment on, Karsus changed. He was no longer the handsome young man. He became dull, numb, and dull.

He didn't want others to see his face again, so he wrapped his whole body in thick black metal armor.

When he was alone, it was the brave man who reached out to him.

He became the companion of the brave, but because of his sluggishness, numbness, and stupidity, he could only do things according to the orders of Zero or other brave teams, and never made his own decisions alone.

But now, he was completely angry.

This was the first time he had made a decision of his own volition after the change.

He wants revenge for Benson.

He wanted to use the blood and heads of the damned holy sticks of the Holy See to pay homage to his best friend.

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In Karthus' dull, dull and dull mind, the marks on the white stockings that Benson clutched tightly in his palms were the guidance he gave himself.

It was the Holy See that betrayed Benson.

He wanted to use the heads of members of the Holy See to honor his best friend.

He knew that there was a patrol formed by the paladins of the Holy See on the border.

When he came to support Benson, he saw those people.

He's angry, he's crazy.

Indescribable murmurs seemed to begin to echo in his ears again, and only the blood of those people could extinguish the blazing fire in his heart.

The skeletal war horse ran wildly across the ground, sending up large clouds of smoke and dust behind it.

Karsus didn't know how long he had been advancing. A river appeared in front of him. Next to the river was a temporary camp.

There are thousands of paladins from the Holy See stationed in the camp. Except for a few who are on duty at night, most of them are resting in tents.

The black smoke from the burning bonfire spread in the night sky, and the sound of the rushing river echoed in my ears.

Several paladins gathered around the bonfire, with metal wine bottles in their hands filled with spicy liquor. Although the Holy See had many rules, it did not prohibit alcohol, not to mention, for those who went out on patrol, Without the stimulation of alcohol, physical fatigue will quickly become unbearable.

"Damn it, the first generation of braves died too quickly. If the first generation of braves hadn't recklessly ran over and challenged the devil, they wouldn't have been torn into pieces." A paladin took a sip of wine and felt a little depressed. Muttered.

He has never seen the first generation of heroes.

But I have heard about some of the first generation heroes.

In his opinion, he would only challenge the devil in a one-on-one fight if his brain was cramped.

Another paladin also looked unhappy: "Who says it's not the case? Although a second-generation warrior has been summoned, and it is said that his talent is even better than that of the first generation, he now spends all day in the imperial city, drinking and having fun. I have no intention of coming out to fight monsters, I'm just a coward..."

They don’t know whether it was because they were drunk, or this was what they really thought, or because they were out patrolling in the cold wind and freezing night, which caused too much resentment to accumulate in their hearts. They did not consider that the current strength of the second generation hero was simply incapable of facing them. Powerful monster.

They are just venting their dissatisfaction:

"Damn, we summoned the hero to deal with monsters, not to let him stay in the city and play with women..."

"We are paladins, and we have to do the work of ordinary soldiers. This is an insult to us!"

Suddenly, a powerful paladin seemed to sense something. He raised his head and saw the dark figure under the moonlight.

The ghostly figure made his body tremble. He subconsciously reached out to grab the spear next to him, but soon he felt something was wrong.

This figure is somewhat familiar. Isn't this the filial son Karthus in the Brave Team?