Outside the church, Saint Carmen led the way to the nearby square, with the warriors of The Inquisition dragging the bodies of Juan and another person behind him.
People resting nearby, upon seeing the familiar faces being dragged out of the church like dead dogs, were momentarily stunned. Then, seeing the attire of those men, they showed expressions of terror.
"The Inquisition! It's The Inquisition...!" From their expressions, it was clear how much fear The Inquisition's unique lantern, blunderbuss, and longsword insignia brought them.
Saint Carmen looked around. Shadows flickered, and Abyssal Cultists were already surrounding them.
He naturally knew how they were discovered—these deranged fools gave everything to the Abyss, gaining a faint trace of Seaborn blood. When an Abyssal Cultist died nearby, other cultists and Seaborn in the vicinity could sense their location.
So he knew how to root these people out. It was actually very simple: just publicly execute two of them. In other places, due to The Inquisition's power, these conniving individuals would choose to hide out of instinctual fear. But here, in this town where Abyssal Cultists dared to commit blasphemy in broad daylight in a church, he had reason to believe that upon sensing the death of their 'comrades,' these hidden individuals would be unable to resist jumping out.
Carmen first sternly ordered the unsuspecting commoners to leave the square, then cleanly beheaded Juan with a single stroke. After that, he unhesitatingly dragged the gushing body in a wide circle around the square, smearing blood everywhere.
"Sizzle, sizzle," accompanied by a grating sound, strangely shaped Abyssal Cultists walked towards the square, surrounding The Inquisition.
"Damn it, it's The Inquisition! And a Grand Inquisitor! How did they get in...?" As they got closer, seeing the face familiar to countless Iberians, one of those who recognized "Saint Carmen" cried out.
"He... he killed Juan!" Looking at the bodies on the ground, these cultists began to panic.
"I was originally going to extract information about you from him, but I've already discovered you shortly before. You dare to openly show yourselves in Iberia's territory. Losing one or two captives won't make much difference now." Saying this, Carmen tucked his lantern into his belt, drew his longsword from its sheath, and pointed it at the Abyssal Cultists not far away.
"You are unlike any enemies I have seen before. You are clear-headed, you are guided.
However, if you are truly so clear-headed and not deranged, you should understand even more—you cannot defeat me. You cannot defeat any valiant warrior of The Inquisition."
Carmen's impassioned and inspiring words echoed throughout the entire square, clearly audible even inside the nearby church.
"I have to say, the old man's charisma is really strong. If he went into sales, he'd definitely make a fortune," Kanna said, standing at the door and watching the confrontation outside.
"He certainly is an interesting cool old man!" Alty leaned back in a chair, curiously observing the 'creature' completely formed of water next to Ifrit.
Most people would initially think it was someone's spell, but when she saw it, she clearly understood that it was a life form she had never encountered before.
Having come from the sea, she was more curious about this life form called "Dahlia" than about the two sides stirring outside.
"Since you know I stand here, why do you dare to offer yourselves? And why do you rush to your doom like moths to a flame? What has the wicked tide promised you? What are you plotting along this almost abandoned coastline? I have many questions, enemies of Iberia, and I hope your gods can find the answers for you."
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