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The villagers' bodies touched the flying sand and were completely destroyed without the slightest obstruction.

Blood from all around exploded into the sky like a fountain.

Regulus had his hands in his pockets, not even sparing them an extra glance.

The blood fell back down due to gravity, but it failed to stain his spotless white clothes, sliding off entirely.

"I mean it. These filthy, lowly inferior creatures, even someone as kind as me simply cannot tolerate them. Their ugly faces attacked my eyes and violated my personal safety. The sight of these guys ground into a bloody pulp is actually a bit better-looking than when they were alive."

Regulus muttered to himself while constantly looking around.

Sanctuary...

As long as it's destroyed, it'll be fine, right? The gospel seems to have written it that way.

I've kind of forgotten the contents of the gospel.

Whatever. Whether I forget or not is my own right, and no one has any business managing me.

As long as I destroy this place called the "Sanctuary," everything will be settled, right?

Thinking of this, Regulus lowered his body, grabbed another large handful of soil, and then kept scattering it wildly all around.

Accompanied by the activation of his Authority, the scattered sand seemed to be fixed by time, flying in mid-air at a constant speed and destroying everything in its path without any obstruction.

Boom, boom, boom!

Wherever the soil passed, everything was razed to the ground. Even the ground showed countless tiny pits smashed out by the soil, and the entire Sanctuary turned into a living hell.

Regulus took a step forward, sliding across the ground in an extremely bizarre posture while still maintaining the motion of walking.

Every time he reached a place with obstacles, he would scatter sand all over the sky, completely razing the place to the ground.

In just a few minutes, over 80% of the Sanctuary's area was destroyed by him. Residents and villages had all turned into riddled debris, leaving nothing behind.

However, what made Regulus somewhat curious was that in the process of scattering sand, a large group of identical pink-haired women suddenly ran out, uniformly blocking their mouths with the collars of their robes.

Those identical pink-haired women naturally failed to stop this most equal person.

Regulus felt inexplicably disgusted being stared at together by so many identical eyes, and his emotions and mental health suffered a great violation.

Thus, he unhesitatingly scattered a handful of sand, beating all those pink-haired women who rushed out to form a human wall into blood mists.

At this point, except for Regulus, Kenma, and Shaula, there were no other living creatures left in the entire Sanctuary.

"They really are a bunch of inexplicable guys. So many pairs of eyes looking over together is simply despising me. My personal rights in this lousy place are violated every single day." Regulus muttered a couple of complaints.

Then he grabbed the air and swung, dispersing the surrounding blood mist completely.

He looked toward the central location, which was the only place he hadn't destroyed yet.

For some reason, in the process of destroying this place, Regulus subconsciously adopted the method of tearing it down from the edges inward.

"I mean it. That stinky bitch Pandora really has nothing better to do. Couldn't she leave such an easy job to that fool Petelgeuse? That guy is the most diligent idiot, this is simply a violation of my labor rights."

"I heard that this is also the area where the corpse of that so-called Witch of Greed, Echidna, is stored. How can that fellow possibly share a Witch Factor with me? Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit."

"Although I don't know what kind of thing Echidna is, there is no doubt that she has obviously violated my right of use and ownership."

"If I find that fellow's corpse, I'm going to grind her into the worst kind of meat pulp. Guys who violate my rights should all meet this end."

While speaking, Regulus strode forward, rushing toward the final area.

Behind him, all the residents of the Sanctuary were slaughtered, and even corpses could hardly be seen.

...

Meanwhile, at the very center of the Sanctuary.

Kenma looked at the trial entrance built of stacked stones in front of him, his gaze fixed on the deep darkness in the center of the passageway.

"Shaula, stay outside for a while, I'm going in for a bit."

Shaula glanced at the pitch-black cave entrance and scratched her head in a daze.

"What is Master going into this place for? I feel like it smells weird inside. There's a scent similar to Master's body, but it's thick as hell, and I can barely breathe."

"That just means you aren't used to the smell yet. We've come to the right place."

Kenma patted Shaula's head and then walked toward the cave entrance.

The next second, he felt as if he had run into a hard wall. A blue light emerged on the surface of the cave entrance, blocking him outside.

I can't get in?

Kenma was stunned, and then remembered this setting.

This trial entrance could only be entered by half-blood demi-humans and those possessing a Witch Factor. Pure-blood humans entering would face extreme rejection and even severe injuries.

In the original work, the kingdom's strongest magic caster Roswaal forcefully broke into the barrier and ended up severely injured, having to lie in bed to recuperate.

Ever since transmigrating to this world until now, Kenma hadn't acquired any Witch Factor, and naturally couldn't obtain the qualification for the trial.

Logically speaking, after finding out he wasn't qualified, he should have chosen to leave the Sanctuary, go out to find a Sin Archbishop, acquire a Witch Factor, and then come back to challenge it, but...

This is the mindset of waste!

Kenma wore a ferocious smile on his face. He raised the flesh greatsword, and slashed straight at the barrier blocking his way.

Trying to stop me? Then I'll blow up the entire trial entrance.