They all call me Great Master

Chette was the shooter.

The gun was a homemade double-barreled firearm.

The first shot missed, but the second shot was enough.

Watching the bastard fall into a pool of blood, quickly silenced, Chette's face remained calm, even as he was pinned to the ground by two of Beileitz's guards.

On the contrary, Beileitz's two guards were buzzing in their heads.

What happened?

How did Beileitz get assassinated?

What do we do now?

As the nominal guards and actual bodyguards of Beileitz, their identities were known to most people.

And after today's incident, they would definitely never be hired again!

Simply put...

They were done for!

Anger, regret, and mixed with fear for the future, distorted the faces of the two Beileitz guards.

Without any hesitation, they both threw punches.

But before their fists could land, they turned and ran for their lives.

Because—

Explosives!

In Chette's arms lay explosives.

And the fuse was already lit.

"Madman!"

"Where did this madman come from!"

The two guards shouted frantically.

Chette heard them, but his eyes didn't show any ripple of emotion.

Had he gone mad?

He must be mad.

It was you bastards who drove him mad!

Since Chette had made today's plan, he had no intention of leaving alive, so he not only made the double-barreled gun but also the explosives.

Now that bastard had fallen to his weapon.

Next, it was his own turn.

Thinking this, Chette closed his eyes without any regret.

Then—

"Ah!"

A scream suddenly came from nearby, and before Chette could react, the explosives hidden in his embrace were knocked away.

They flew toward Beileitz's office.

The bomb had just flown into the office of that tax officer when it exploded, and amidst the flashing fire, a more intense explosion ensued—

Boom!

The rising flames engulfed the entire building.

Fireballs scattered into the crowd, causing people to scatter and run.

Everyone was panicking.

Nobody knew what had happened.

Especially those foremen and deacons from the Docklands, who ran the fastest.

Because, they were the closest.

Quite a few unfortunate souls were caught in the blast.

Screams echoed through the air.

These fellows ran even faster.

And Delpock, flicking fresh blood off his longsword, couldn't suppress a smile creeping onto his face.

It was he who had just dealt with Beileitz's two guards, and it was he who had knocked Chette's explosives into Beileitz's office, triggering the hidden explosives.

Why had he done this?

Naturally, to create chaos!

To attract the attention of the Marquess of Seberlin with the chaos!

Massacring the followers, although this went against the teachings of the 'Inland Church,' but...

So what!

The 'Inland Church' was founded by that person, that person was the true 'God of the Inland River,' even if that person knew of his actions, he would surely praise him.

Because he, he was doing the right thing.

As for the so-called God of the Inland River?

If He had the power, let Him appear before him!

Since He cannot appear, then He is a Pseudo Divine Spirit!

The sense of resolve within Delpock grew as he watched the West Berlin police emerge outside the Docklands. A contemptuous smile flashed across his eyes, and then he dashed toward the crowd nearby.

In almost an instant, Delpock had blended into the crowd.

The crowd became his shield.

The police officers, already aiming their guns, couldn't possibly pull the triggers.

"Stop right there!"

"You stop, I need to..."

Boom!

The leading Police Chief roared, but his shouts were drowned out by the sudden explosion.

And it wasn't just a single explosion.

There were explosions near the Docklands and in the Inner City District.

The leading Police Chief stared at the rising smoke from the Inner City District, his face turning pale.

He had a premonition that things were slipping out of his control.

...

The moment the explosion erupted in the Docklands, Laude, the owner of the Tailoring shop, stood up and moved to the window, a gun already in hand.

Three years ago, after the Docklands church's stronghold was attacked and the Shipyard was flooded, all members of the Pain Church had become more vigilant.

Laude, one of the Priests of the Pain Church, was no exception.

Everyone knew that the Inland River Cult wouldn't stop.

Just the same, everyone was even more aware that they wouldn't back down either.

Indeed, it had been that way.

From three years ago up to this moment.

They had been continuously at war with the Inland River Cult.

However, when everyone thought that it would be an overwhelming victory as usual, they didn't understand why it had turned into a stalemate against the Inland River Cult.

Some rumors suggested that the High Priest and Her Holiness the Saintess had other thoughts.

Others insinuated that the High Priest and Her Holiness the Saintess simply didn't care about the church.

But how could that be possible?

They were the High Priest and Saintess personally chosen by the Divine Lord!

Laude had unwavering faith in the High Priest and Her Holiness the Saintess.

Just as Laude would never doubt his own faith.

"I hope..."

As Laude gazed at the thick smoke rising from the Docklands, the prayer on his lips was cut short when a dagger pierced through the Priest's throat from behind.

Fresh blood dripped onto the tip of his tongue and down his chin.

As the dagger was withdrawn, Laude could even taste the lingering hint of rust.

Thud!

The Priest of the Pain Church fell to the ground, motionless.

The member of the Rapids Squad, holding the dagger, did not pause; his mission was to eliminate not only this Priest of the Pain Church but also his family members.

After all, these people were also members of the Pain Church.

About three minutes later, Laude's Tailoring shop was engulfed in flames.

The raging fire spread with the wind.

The Tailoring shop's signboard, which had been there for twenty years, swung back and forth in the airflow, along with the heads of Laude, his wife, and their sons and daughters.

The dripping blood quickly dried up and evaporated in the heat of the flames.

Beneath the glow of the fire, looking at the heads strung up in a row and dangling beneath the signboard of his own shop, the member of the Rapids Squad smiled contentedly.

He was pleased with his handiwork.

Now, it was time to move on to the next target.

More explosions began to occur.

More buildings were set ablaze.

Flames, smoke, and screams.

It was as if Death was omnipresent, and in one harrowing moment, the peaceful and serene West Berlin seemed to be cursed by misfortune, plunging into hell.

As members of the church were successively attacked, the news spread swiftly, causing the gathered Priests of the Pain Church to become restless and uneasy.

They looked at each other with suspicion and shock.

But not a single person spoke.

They were waiting for the arrival of the High Priest and Her Holiness the Saintess who had summoned them.

The next moment—

Tap tap tap!

Two clear sets of footsteps approached.

All the Priests of the Pain Church brightened up and immediately straightened their bodies.

The High Priest and Her Holiness the Saintess had arrived!