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"Now, you're the last one left. Are there any final words before you join your friends?"

Leon moved slowly toward him, his expression flat, as if the deaths of those people hadn't affected him in the slightest.

Though he always seemed gentle and warm, that was only for his loved ones. To his enemies, however, he showed no mercy. He lived by the saying, "If you are kind and gentle to your enemies, you might as well be killing yourself."

With that principle guiding him, he would never show mercy to anyone—especially those who could pose a threat to him or his loved ones.

Hearing Leon's cold words, the black-cloaked man trembled, his heart racing. He realized his death was imminent but couldn't accept it.

There was so much more he wanted to accomplish—he had to survive, no matter the cost!

"Wait... wait a minute," he said, his voice shaky, trying to move his right hand. But the crushing pressure kept him paralyzed, unable to move a single finger.

With a desperate expression hidden beneath his hood, he gritted his teeth and pleaded, "Please don't kill me! In exchange, I'll tell you everything I know! Please, just spare my life!"

"Oh?" Leon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the man's words. He halted a few meters away, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he asked, "Are you certain you want to tell me everything you know—even if it's classified information from the Temple of Twilight?"

"Yes! I'm absolutely certain! I'll tell you everything, even if it's important information from the Temple of Twilight! Please, just save my life!" The man begged desperately, fear dripping from every word.

Loyalty meant nothing to him anymore; in the face of death, everything seemed irrelevant.

As fear gripped him, he began to realize that the handsome young man in front of him wasn't ordinary. He was a terrifying figure, one that even the leaders of the Temple of Twilight feared—the Fated One.

He was the prophesied main enemy, destined to battle the Evil God and the Temple of Twilight—an opponent far too powerful for someone as insignificant as him to even consider facing!

As long as he survived, he still had a chance to escape and report this to the higher-ups at the Temple of Twilight.

"Interesting," Leon muttered, his gaze lingering on the man, still playful.

At first, Leon hadn't intended to kill the man immediately. He wanted to extract valuable information from him to better understand the Temple of Twilight—its ideology, goals, and hierarchy.

What he didn't expect, however, was how weak the man's convictions were. Faced with death, he didn't hesitate to betray the Temple of Twilight that stood behind him. This gave Leon a new insight—not all members of the Temple of Twilight were loyal to it.

Still, Leon didn't immediately accept the man's offer. He remained silent, arms crossed over his chest.

If he agreed too quickly, the man might feel too comfortable and could slip in a lie. Leon needed to ensure the man was truly desperate, so he wouldn't dare deceive him.

As Leon expected, the man's fear grew with each passing moment of silence. The desperation sapped his strength, and cold sweat trickled down his back.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something. With great effort, he forced his heavy head to tilt down toward Leon.

"I promise I won't give you any false information! If I do, lightning will strike me dead!" he vowed, his voice trembling with fear, trying to convince Leon.

Leon couldn't help but smile, giving a small nod. "Alright, I agree. However…"

His calm expression shifted to one of coldness as he continued, "If you betray me, don't blame me for sending you to hell."

"Gulp!" The man felt the weight of death in Leon's gaze and quickly nodded. "Don't worry! I promise!"

Leon nodded in return, saying nothing more. "Now, tell me everything about the Temple of Twilight—its goals, ideology, and hierarchical structure."

The man didn't dare refuse and immediately began revealing what he knew. With his relatively high status in the Temple of Twilight, he had far more insight than most members.

Leon listened intently, his expression unchanged. It was only when the man finished speaking that a faint shift appeared on Leon's handsome face.

"So, it's like that," Leon muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing slightly.

As he had suspected, the Temple of Twilight had indeed existed for over a thousand years, founded by heretics who worshiped the Evil God as their savior. They had hidden their presence well, remaining undetected by anyone.

Their method of recruitment was typical for cults—brainwashing and coercion. They preyed on orphans and the desperate, filling their minds with false hopes, leading them to worship the Evil God as their deity.

What set the Temple of Twilight apart from smaller, disorganized cults, however, was its size and its vast number of followers. It also had a complex and rigid hierarchical structure—like a kingdom.

At first, Leon thought the seven apostles were the supreme leaders of the Temple of Twilight. But he was wrong. Above them all stood a single figure known as the Son of God—the true leader of the Temple, claiming to be a direct manifestation of the Evil God.

"Damn it… They're more formidable than I thought," Leon whispered, his wariness growing as he reassessed them.

From the man's narration, Leon could already grasp how complex and dangerous the Temple of Twilight was—not just because of its vast number of followers, but also because it had remained hidden for thousands of years without detection.

He even began to suspect that the members of the Temple might not be limited to humans but could also include dragons, demons, or even other hidden races that had been in seclusion for millennia.

If that were the case, he would need to accelerate his plans to unite humanity under Arshley's rule and establish cooperation between humanity and the demon race.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Leon looked back at the man with an indifferent gaze.

"By the way, tell me more about the Son of God of the Temple of Twilight. I want to know everything about him—especially how strong he is," Leon said coldly.

Among all the information the man had revealed, the existence of the Son of God intrigued Leon the most. With such a grand title, it was clear to Leon that this figure must have been the mastermind behind the Temple of Twilight's foundation. If he could learn more about him, Leon would be better prepared for the inevitable confrontation.

The man quickly shook his head, his voice trembling. "I'm sorry, but I don't know much about the Son of God. He's a very mysterious figure who never appears in person. Only the seven apostles are allowed to meet him. Even though I hold a relatively high position, I'm not qualified to see him myself."

As Leon listened, his indifferent gaze turned icy once more, sending a wave of fear through the man.

"I—I swear! What I'm saying is the truth!" The man exclaimed, his voice filled with fear.

Leon took a slow breath, suppressing the killing intent rising within him. He could sense the truth behind the man's words, but to ensure he wasn't lying, Leon needed to maintain his cold, unyielding demeanor.

"Now, tell me about the plan you made earlier with your associates," Leon said, shifting the subject before following up with a series of questions. "Are you planning to suppress the rebellion in the cities of the Holy Empire of Elysium on the orders of one of the seven apostles? Has the Temple of Twilight truly formed an alliance with the Holy Empire of Elysium? When did that happen?"

Although Leon had heard about it earlier, he felt it was necessary to question him further. After all, the rebellion in the cities was a key part of his plan with Albert and Luna to overwhelm Velix.

"Yes, we were tasked by the Fourth Apostle to suppress the rebellion in the cities of the Holy Empire of Elysium," the man replied honestly, then continued cautiously, "As for the alliance between the Temple of Twilight and the Holy Empire of Elysium, it began two or three days ago, when the Fourth Apostle met with Holy Emperor Velix."

He paused before adding, "The agreement is that the Holy Empire of Elysium will allow us to spread our faith, while the Temple of Twilight will protect the Holy Empire from any major threats—one of which is the ongoing rebellion."

Leon's eyes narrowed slightly at this. He had already suspected there was some form of mutual benefit involved, which explained why Velix had agreed to the Temple of Twilight's proposal.

One thing that still puzzled him, however, was Velix's motivation for accepting the offer. The Holy Empire of Elysium was one of the world's transcendent powers, on par with the Holy Orthodox, the Demon Empire, and the Dragon Empire. With such status, they shouldn't have needed assistance from outsiders like the Temple of Twilight, right?

"Is it because of the disappearance of Jim, Natasya, and Rain after humanity's army was defeated in that battle?" Leon mused, his eyes widening slightly as he considered the possibility.

Though he couldn't be certain, he felt about eighty percent sure that his guess was connected to the situation.

Shifting his gaze back to the man, Leon took a deep breath, slowly releasing the powerful aura that had earlier surrounded him.

"Alright, you can leave now," he said, his voice flat.

The man was stunned by Leon's words. As the pressure that had pinned him down gradually lifted, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you! Thank you!" he exclaimed gratefully, slowly rising to his feet.

Leon paid him no attention, merely waving dismissively.

Without wasting any time, the man quickly turned to leave. However, his expression grew grim as he walked away.

"Humph! He's so naive and foolish to let me go so easily. When I get back, I'll report this to the Temple," he muttered under his breath, quickening his pace. Stay tuned with empire

Just as he felt confident in his escape, a streak of red light suddenly shot out from behind him.

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His movement froze instantly. With a look of shock, he glanced down, staring at the gaping wound in his stomach, fresh blood pouring out.

"What? How is this possible?"