I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Individual Guardians dared not resist at all, hurriedly discarding their weapons and crawling on the ground, only to be bound and controlled by the militia.

The Great Gate was smashed open, and from inside came waves of women's screams.

Neil merely let out a cold snicker and then looked away.

He turned around, bent down to rummage through Kru's headless corpse, found a silver lion head Token, then swiftly peeled off the leather Armor from the body and wore it himself.

Compared to the fully enclosed knight's Armor, Neil preferred the lighter leather Armor, which was more conducive to his swordsmanship.

He then scavenged the spoils from the bodies of the other four Knights.

Complete knight Armor, helmets, and Cross Swords, these are extremely valuable and rare strategic supplies, often equivalent to what a hundred farmers would earn from a year of hard work and cultivation.

A territory considered extremely wealthy if it could amass twenty such sets of equipment.

Click!

A crisp sound of a buckle clicking.

Neil reached out and removed a knight's helmet, looking at the wide-eyed, twisted expression of the man, he recognized the person as Kurus, whom he used to call "Uncle Straw" in his childhood.

He nudged the body's head.

His fingers suddenly stiffened.

At this moment, Chen Lun, possessing Neil's body, also discovered something incredibly unbelievable—

'Hmm? What is this?!'

Chen Lun's perception, along with Neil's sight, focused on a small, rectangular black groove behind the body's ear, with a perfect circular indentation below it.

Neil looked at this "wound" with a puzzled expression, unable to comprehend what it was.

But Chen Lun knew it all too well—

Data interface!

This was clearly the "Azure 1.0 Protocol Data Interface" that had become mandatory for every newborn from the year 2070 in his previous life!

'There's no mistake... even the spacing between the black dots next to the input port is precise, this is definitely a data interface, but why?'

Chen Lun was quite shocked.

He immediately had Neil inspect the bodies of the other three Knights and even picked up Kru's head for examination.

The result was without exception.

Behind the left ear of these individuals, there was a strip-like plus circular indentation, and Chen Lun instantly realized that the so-called "Redemption Baptism" was very likely installing data interfaces on them!

'If they have data interfaces installed, then it must be for the transmission or downloading of data... Could it be that inside the Redemption Church, there are large technological devices of the Federation? But how does that make sense?!'

Chen Lun was momentarily shaken by the facts before him, and his thoughts scattered.

'So these so-called "Knights" are actually being transmitted some sort of combat technique programs, or chips? What is the true relation between the Outer Continent and reality...'

At this moment.

He suddenly remembered the dream he had.

In the dream, the Ring Duke hinted to him that the last Four Seasons Bookmark was particularly crucial, and the clue was on the Outer Continent...

'Could it be related to the Redemption Church?'

Chen Lun calmed his mind, contemplating carefully.

He decided to continue using Neil as a "probe" to delve into the Redemption Church for investigation, to find the important clues he needed!

"Sir Snake, what... what is this?"

Neil pointed to the data interface, asking in his mind.

Chen Lun replied flatly:

"The greatest secret of the Redemption Church and the source of the Knights' Strength."

"So that's it."

Neil exclaimed in shock.

At that moment, he suddenly heard a voice behind him shouting fiercely, even hysterically roaring:

"Let go of me! You damn peasants! I am the son of a Baron, how dare you treat me so roughly?!"

Neil's eyes turned colder.

He slowly stood up, turned his head, and looked at Master Fork with an indifferent expression.

This guy was only wearing a nightgown, being held by two burly militiamen, and was pressed to kneel in front of Neil.

"Neil! You bastard dare to do this?!"

Fork's face twisted, looking up at Neil.

The once humble person who never retaliated when beaten or scolded, now donned in leather Armor and holding a Cross Sword, was condescendingly looking down at him.

This filled Fork's heart with absurdity and anger.

The tremendous disparity made him forget his current predicament.

The old Butler Rolf, a dozen maids and servants, the three wives of Baron Miller, and eight young members of the Dutte Family all knelt on the ground, looking fearfully at the golden-haired youth.

"Brother Neil, don't kill me!"

"I beg you, don't harm me!"

"Neil, I even fed you milk when you were little, remember? I plead for your mercy, don't harm my siblings..."

Crying and pleading voices continued.

But Neil turned a blind eye.

With a swoosh, he raised the Cross Sword, aiming at Fork's eyes.

The latter shuddered.

The originally fierce expression instantly twisted.

It unexpectedly turned into fear in an instant.

"Don't... don't kill me! Neil! If you kill me, you're done for!"

"Die!!"

Neil's eyes turned brutal, the Cross Sword twisted.

With a thud, Fork Dutte's head rotated and fell, amidst screams and cries, to the feet of his siblings.

Without pausing, he swung the sword across the necks of these people, slaughtering all members of the Dutte Family.

Blood scattered all over, the bodies lay in disarray.

The militiamen looked at each other speechlessly, all being intimidated by a teenage boy of fifteen or sixteen.

Among the captured people, Neil left only one alive, the old Butler Rolf.

"Rolf, you have served my Lucius Family for decades, and often took care of me. I won't kill you."

Neil, covered in blood, coldly looked at the old man while holding the sword.

The old Butler trembled, kneeling on the ground with his head lowered.

"Master Neil, I'm incapable, unable to help you!"

"I happen to need you to do something for me. If you do it well, you'll continue to be the Butler at Black Horn Castle, do it poorly, and you'll have to die too."

Neil said indifferently.

"What is it, Neil... Sir?"

Butler Rolf asked nervously.

Neil took out a pre-written letter and handed it over.

"Ride to the Jordan Territory and deliver the letter to Baron Shabai."

The old Butler took the letter, slightly stunned.

Neil, however, looked up towards the sky beyond the castle.

Next, he was going to take some people to catch up with Uncle Miller to deliver them the final blow!

"None of you can escape!"

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Half a day later.

The issues at Black Horn Fortress spread and fermented.

The Lords could never have imagined that the heir of the previous Lord, young Master Nerlucius, would, in front of hundreds, face four and slay four Knights!

Furthermore, he also slaughtered Uncle Miller Dutte's entire family!

Knights!

These were feared by all, yet Neil, a mere teenager, slew four! And left the territory with the remaining militia!

Countless Lords were astonishingly shocked, believing that Neil was blessed by the Flame God to attain such power.

Yet some thought that for Neil to gain such strength in just two years, he was likely bewitched by a demon.

That he traded his soul for strength.

These rumors quietly seeped into the Redemption Church, reached Pastor Jordan's ears.

The old Pastor stood in front of the Candelabra Goddess statue, praying with a solemn expression.

Over the past two years, he had been secretly keeping an eye on Neil, and thus understood him quite well... otherwise, he wouldn't have proposed providing Neil protection during the mass a month ago.

But now, Neil's performance completely surpassed his expectations.

Pastor Jordan didn't believe Neil's past was about feigning weakness, nor could it be some so-called "miracle" that suddenly granted him Strength.

He inclined to believe it was the work of a demon.

"Could it be that Nerlucius was truly possessed by a demon... If so, it must be an incredibly powerful demon to have evaded the 'Candlelit Ceremony' test!"

Pastor Jordan took a deep breath.

Just in case, he decided to report this matter to the Church soon, whether or not Neil was possessed by a demon, it wouldn't hurt for the Church to check him.

"Let's hope it's not, sigh..."