It was hard to calm down when one knew what was inside these fields.

  Jeolas, no, Fliegenda hated it. It was a rage more powerful than anything he had experienced before, even the ancient wrath Goron had felt for the Snowborn was nothing compared to the hatred he held for the Berrys.

  "In here, a people live that fool your mind. Don't trust anything you see inside, these maggots are known to fool the senses of those superior to them."

  The warlock explained, his wrath undisguised as it flooded the minds of his subjects, and the subjects returned the emotion.

  "They are closely tied to the false gods, thus, our blades must strike true, else you might not see them coming."

  And thus, the Inquisition gathered in a V formation behind Paladin, and the priests opened a ritual cycle around their lord. As Jeolas channeled the Mana into each of his skills, the Priests lead the Pawns in prayer.

  "We call upon the earth to hold our enemies, may Nas'ri bind their feet. We call upon the heavens to hasten our warriors, may they wash over the heretics and blow away all that is unholy. In the name of Jeolas, we call for a purge."

  And a purge it was.

  Each of them was infused with air mana and covered in an aura of grounding, the inquisitors moved as a single blade, cutting down wheat and beast alike. It took them barely any time at all to meet the village, though many cursed abominations jumped them before they even met the village.

  When they finally did, it was the quickest slaughter of them all. The Berrys could not put away their sickles before the inquisitions blades cut right through them. The screams of agony were immense, and most lost themselves completely in the pain.

  Created as bait, they never expected to actually lose connection to the being at the center of the trap.

  It was at that moment when a blade pierced Jeolas heart, the dagger of nothingness meeting the pulsating organ right in the middle of his belly.

  A raven black Creature revealed itself, burning red eyes seeming to stare from the abyss itself.

  "You call yourself a saint, but slaughter the innocent. You claim to be the Inquisitor, but punishment is my sacret task. I am Nemo, Assassin of the Void, the primordials blade that judges from the shadows."

  He stared as the Warlock fell, ready to hold a grand speech, when suddenly, one of the golems screamed in pain. It disintegrated as it was sucked dry of all the remaining lifeforce, and in a single moment, all the energy that would have been slowly drained to support Jeolas growth was Immediately unleashed, chaining the prophets soul to his body and healing the fatal wound in an instant.

  As Jeolas stood up, his hands grasped those of the Assassin and began eating at the mysterious stranger.

  "Nemo, you judged the one who is not to be judged, for my deeds are governed by the optimal outcome. Where you seek Justice, you relent to hope. Hope shall not be granted to the Heretics. Their souls have been forfeit, and now they must accept our purity.

  These people are more viscous than anyone could ever be. Know that I am eternal, and know that the system itself has Chosen me.

  I will not kill you, for we are brothers on the path of god slayers, but I ask of you to not intervene when the guilty are judged for their crimes.

  Not a single soul has died today, as those I want to slaughter have been purified by my servants blades.

  Hero of the Void, I ask you to spend the evening and retreat into a cottage with me to talk about this days events during the next dusk, so that you may understand my motivations."

  He offered, the cloud like entity quickly agreeing as it felt Jeolas skin corrupting his arm.

  "These people will be fine, not a single one of them has lost anything important. All we did was purify their souls from the sins they had been forced to commit. If we do not agree by then, we can have a fair fight."

  And thus, the battle stopped completely, both of the retreating into one of the cottages that had been build to house the Berrys, while the army spread and made sure every last Feldgeist was killed and purified of their twisted gods influence. For a single night, the Larv had houses even more comfortable than the city they came from. And even then, not all managed to sleep.

  In the open field, a council had formed. Seven figures discussing things as the robbers rested close to their liege, protecting the one that had helped them change their life around as he took his much needed rest.

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