Published: February 10, 2025
Zheng He cleaved through a posthumous child warrior in front of him, allowing blood to splatter all over his head and face.
This warm, bloody sensation was his favorite.
Of course, he had never shared this preference with anyone else, because in the Sanctuary, killing was considered a sin.
In the past, he had not many opportunities to indulge in such feelings; perhaps only when executing some heretics did he get a taste of bloodlust.
Yes, he used to be in charge of carrying out capital punishment at the Temple of Dawn.
There had been many chances for him to leave that unpopular position and move up to other roles, such as interrogation, investigation, or reconnaissance.
But Zheng He refused every time, and everyone thought his faith was unshakable, willing to dedicate everything for the God of Light and protect his beliefs with the knife in hand.
Only he knew that he could not let go of this addiction to bloodshed.
This attack on the posthumous children gave him a perfect opportunity to indulge his cravings.
Previously, while surrounding the posthumous child tribes, Zheng He thought that was already paradise, but now he found he preferred this kind of siege warfare.
With resistance, and a fierce kind of resistance at that, it was much more interesting.
Raising the long knife in his hand, Zheng He had never been interested in bone blades before; only the backward barbarians like the posthumous children would still have faith in bone weapons when crafting arms.
The Temple of Dawn had popularized metal equipment many years ago.
But this knife was different; it was a weapon crafted from the bones of high-level undead lifeforms, magically processed, shimmering with a soft green light.
This was the kind of weapon brought by those outsiders!
As one of the few level seven warriors, Zheng He knew far more than an ordinary warrior; although, in his heart, he shared the same lack of interest in venturing to some New World compared to those in the core circle.
However, that didn’t stop him from loving this glowing weapon.
He had obtained this knife from a high chief of the posthumous children and had since been unable to part with it, even discarding a high-quality weapon that had accompanied him for years.
When he used this knife to cleave someone in half, the sensation was particularly exhilarating.
“Zheng He, quick!”
An elderly voice reminded him; it was Nat, the leader of the Sharp Blade Squad.
One of the Light Sword guards who had long stood at the entrance of the Sanctuary, he was also one of the most famous experts aside from the Holy Father, Holy Maiden, and the three giants. It was said he was close to reaching level eight, and perhaps after this war, he would join the Hall of Divine Servants.
The Hall of Divine Servants was a place dedicated to those powerful warriors for focused cultivation.
Of course, it could also be a destination after failing to compete for the leadership of the three major legions.
Zheng He knew that this time, the Hall of Divine Servants had sent everyone out; besides him and Nat, the other two level seven experts also came from there.
Zheng He grunted in his throat, clearly not willing to submit to Nat's command; he even believed that standing as a statue at the Sanctuary’s entrance wouldn’t help one’s strength progress. Only by seeing blood from time to time and tasting the flavor of life could one elevate their power.
Just then, he saw Ye Zhongming.
Initially, Zheng He did not pay much attention.
When Ye Zhongming appeared, he had removed all his equipment, merely wearing a set of white-level clothing, and had quietly joined battle formations with some posthumous child warriors, looking just like a slightly stronger warrior.
It wasn’t until Zheng He, Nat, and others suddenly sensed a familiar aura dissipate that they looked over in shock and discovered that this seemingly ordinary man was extracting a purple war knife from the body of a fallen comrade.
“Who are you?!”
Nat raised his eyebrows; level seven warriors were scarce even in the Temple of Dawn.