Noisy Night
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
War God Temple, the Dark Hall.
Without the glorious holy light shedding over the dark, the pungent bloody smell in the shadows grew thick.
Many men with cold expressions and gazes were quietly walking across the wet floor.
A painful cry would sound throughout the corridor from time to time but no one cared.
It was like this since the temple was first built.
The darkness was the base, the painful cry was the regulator and the blood… was the main part.
Compared to the normal priests and deacons who had to look kind, acceptable, and truthworthy while preaching, the armed priests and deacons of the Dark Hall only had to fit two criteria: power and loyalty.
The order of the criteria stated that power was the most important one.
As long as one was powerful enough, even if the loyalty was at a very surface level, no one would dare say anything.
After all, this was a world with Gods.