The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing

Dim daylight filtered through the glass windows.

At this moment, there is also a meeting being held.

In the darkness, dozens of pairs of cold eyes exuded a faint light, gazing at each other with vigilance and fear.

The atmosphere was gloomy and depressing.

Everyone here is a Naraku invader from the Painful Secret Sect. Their purpose is to kill all the saints and seize the ownership of the fragments of this world.

They all found a new identity that best suited them, and lurked in different classes, like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark.

They are all the best of the best.

Only people in the same team can check each other's true identity.

So this is the first meeting of the invaders.

They are both companions and opponents; in the Secret Cult of Pain, no one is trustworthy except teammates, so they have vigilance in their eyes.

After all, the resources in Naraku World are limited. Who can compete for more resources and who can make greater achievements depends on competition.

In the dead silence, a hoarse and low voice sounded.

"Six people are missing. Only forty people are here."

One team has gone missing.

It was a man with a ferocious face, wrapped in a dark hood, and his eyes were as gloomy as a falcon. He seemed to be just a small character, but the esoteric cultists around him did not dare to say anything.

This man has already introduced his true identity.

Assyria, his current title is the Serpent of Pain.

He is the soldier captain of the third squad of the Pain Secret Cult. At the same time, in this world, he is the squad leader of the second squad. He is murderous and bloodthirsty. He is well-known in the outside world. He is also resourceful and is the think tank of the legion.

He is a terrible figure.

"Assyria, what do you think?" A strong man said slowly.

The surrounding esoteric cultists were even more arrogant, and this strong man was a proud man named Dak, whose title was the Bear of Pain. He was a quasi-third-level esoteric cultist with a total of 19 combat skill points. Captain of the second team.

If nothing else happens, this second-order world will be the last second-order world that Dak will experience.

"It's Sharp's team, that is, the first team is missing." The Painful Snake said slowly.

Sharp!

The first team!

The esoteric cultists were even more frightened. Even the team of Captain Sharp was dispatched in this attack.

The last three teammates of the first team can be ignored, but the first three are all famous secret cult figures.

Captain Sharp is the most perverted murderer who tortures pregnant women and skins men. He can be described as an artist of pain who pursues the ultimate.

The Kuite warrior has been a pervert of Nantong since he was a child. He is the most notorious and terrifying man. No one wants to be the enemy of Kuite.

There is also Scout Kaman, the second-in-command of the team. He seems to be a humble and ordinary man, but he actually hides an evil soul that is more perverted than anyone else.

"There's a conspiracy hidden here."

Assyria said enigmatically, "Three people tried to deceive us, but their acting skills were so poor that they couldn't escape my eyes."

As soon as these words came out, the esoteric cultists suddenly fell silent.

"Brother Assyria is right." Dak's voice was low, "Someone deceived us."

"There is only one truth here,"

Assyria stood up slowly, his gloomy and wise gaze passing over everyone present. Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, as if their whole bodies had been seen through.

"Their team deliberately concealed their identities and did not meet us."

Many people feel a chill in their hearts, that’s why.

No believer thinks that the personality certification has failed. After all, even someone like himself has passed. How could elites like them fail?

As for some saints being born as esoteric believers, that is even more nonsense!

There is no such precedent in textbooks for thousands of years - of course, Ansu and the others only had three of them in thousands of years.

There is only one possibility.

They hide their identities.

"but,"

Assyria said solemnly, "Evil people like them are like dung beetles in the daytime no matter where they are."

"After these few days of observation, you must be sure of the identities of those three people."

"Painful confidant Ansu——"

The soldier commander of the fourth team, Fadili, spoke. His current title is Eye of Pain, and his tone was decisive,

"That's Sergeant Sharp."

There was still a faint fear in his eyes, "I didn't expect that after not seeing him for a few years, his level of pain art would improve again."

"It actually reached the highest state of enjoying pleasure in pain,"

Fadili sighed and said,

"When I heard him get up at 4:30 in the morning and read loudly, I knew this man was scary."

"He has gone from physical torture to soul insult."

Fadili's words triggered waves of echoes from the esoteric believers, who all complained about the pain of the past few days.

"It's indeed him...!"

"Soldier Captain Sharp's painful methods have become more refined again!"

"I have to be woken up every day by him reading."

"What the instructors in our class always say is, 'Learn from Ansu in the next class!'"

"Because of him, our company's morning wake-up time was adjusted to 4:30 by the instructor."

"There is also the warrior Quite." The pain bear Dak looked solemn. Even as a soldier captain, he had some fear in his tone. "It is the pain falcon Arthur."

"Quite's way of suffering is also beyond imagination."

Hearing this terrifying name, the shoulders of the esoteric cultists trembled slightly, and a chill arose.

I see.

We haven’t seen each other for a few years, and Kuite, this Nantong, has become even more perverted!

In the past, he was a little secretive and would only attack good-looking little boys, but now he is no longer taboo about meat and vegetables!

Now it has added the attribute of exhibitionist!

Early in the morning, all the esoteric cultists could see the naked body of this perverted Nantong, and he would show off his falcon to everyone.

He must have awakened a new fetish and would be excited to be seen by someone with the same surname.

Especially the esoteric cultists who were running in front and behind Arthur were in even more pain and embarrassment.

It turns out that everything was planned in advance.

"I don't dare to run too fast for fear of hitting him."

"I don't dare to run too slow for fear of being hit by him."

They all exchanged their painful experiences.

"Lord Kuite stayed up all night and kept knocking on the wall of our dormitory. Could it be that he was feeling lonely and unbearable and was hinting to me...?"

Some believers are still thinking about it.

"As for the last one, Scout Kaman."

Assyria held his chin in his hands,

"Everyone already knows it."

"It must be that vicious dog of pain, Liszt." Everyone looked fearful, and this one was even more important.

On the surface he is a calm and elegant man, but secretly he is more terrifying and sinister than anyone else.

Anyone passing by the dormitory can smell the very masculine smell, so they all know that this is the painful vicious dog marking their territory!

So domineering, so evil, so unfathomable.

No one dares to make an enemy of the Hound of Pain.

The scene suddenly fell into dead silence.

The esoteric cultists looked at each other with complicated expressions, and even looked ashamed.

Unexpectedly, the first team, in the blink of an eye, their art of pain had improved to such a terrifying level, leaving themselves far behind.

"Since they are so powerful,"

Someone asked,

"Why are they unwilling to show up and command us? Is there no problem?"

"Huh. Stupid."

As a think tank, the Painful Snake snorted coldly, "What do you know about the soldier commander?"

He held his chin in his hands,

"Their team must have a secret mission sent by the Cathedral, so their identity cannot be exposed - and you must not interfere with them, or even provide them with cover."

"Presumably once it is completed, we will be able to destroy the bunch of stupid saints on the opposite side."

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the other side.

"Boss Ansu, I will listen to you. Now we can complete the mission of the Holy See."

Arthur said cheerfully and joyfully, with an expression of admiration on his face, "Use this trick to destroy the idiot esoteric cultists here!"