About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

This is not a joke. If there is no clear upper-lower relationship, like a chaotic organizational structure, too much freedom will only lead to disorder.

Equality is easy to say.

But if the incompetent and the capable are equal, who is it more unfair to?

If people who have not worked hard are equal to those who have worked hard, who is more unfair to them?

Even in the war between the righteous camp and the evil camp, in the most chaotic and darkest age, the Black Hand Cult still insisted on its own evil.

With a clear upper and lower ranks, the members of the Black Hand Cult obey the orders of the higher-ranking people. Naturally, the higher-ranking people are obliged to protect these subordinates who obey them.

Even if it's just a branch chief, it's a great position of real power.

No. 2 shook his head lightly. He was studying to become a cadre, and the first thing he got to know was the Black Hand Cult, the largest organization in the evil camp.

The order inside is actually less evil than his evil organization.

How should I say it?Does the future of humanity feel like this?

"Sorry, Master Kerry, although the proposal is very attractive, but I want you to come to our side as a combatant, as a cadre, will you be willing?"

"Are you trying to say your evil organization is better?"

Kerry narrowed his eyes, and at this moment, he raised his hand, and the black lightning turned into a fence to block a group of aborigines wearing masks bigger than a washbasin.

These masks are larger than the masks worn by the cultists of the Death God Order. Not only that, but the shapes are also more complicated, like a combination of human faces and animals.

It seems that the shape of a smile is not a smile. I don't know how to express this kind of mask with unique artistic expression and horror.

Apart from the huge masks, the aborigines only wear skirts woven from animal bones and teeth and tropical rainforest leaves, regardless of age or sex.

They still held primitive spears with animal teeth or sharp claws in their hands.

Well, No. 2 really didn't expect this style of another world. Generally speaking, the routine of medieval swords and magic is the most common, but depending on the situation, it seems to have come to a very strange place.

Kerry protected the three girls for him, and in return, No. 2 protected the twenty or so subordinates for Kerry.

"Necronomicon of the Sacrificial Sacrifice" can be opened anywhere within a radius of 50 meters, but the relevant calculations are not what No. 2 is good at. As an assistant to him, the intelligent AI "Jil-Jun" kindly helped those few from the ruins. The soles of the aborigines who jumped out opened the exit.

Then... electric drills, pickaxes, shovels, and construction site hammers came out and hit the lower bodies of these aborigines.

"Oh ho lo..."

It hurts enough, especially the sound of 'chicken and egg'.

He also threw out the very fast 'Brother Fludo'.

The calculation of the entrance and exit of the Necronomicon is basically handed over to the intelligent AI "Jill-kun". The presence of No. 2 is probably equivalent to that of a humanoid mobile spectacle frame wearing glasses.

To put it simply, the white knight is equipped with a humanoid mobile frame.

Kerry's men finished off with the three girls behind No. 2 and tied up these strange natives.

Seeing that the carving style is somewhat similar, and the style is also very similar, like a mask combining a lion and a human face, the texture seems to be bronze, No. 2 and Kerry looked at each other.

Things seem to be getting more troublesome.

Leaving aside how to get information from the natives, this different world seems to have a close relationship with a certain evil god, so I have to make some concessions.

"Master Kerry, to be frank, I'm not good at commanding, and I don't know much about the goblin relics..."

"Al, let me tell the truth, I have never commanded anyone, and I have never read any books related to the goblin ruins..."

Halfway through the talk, the two of them stared with wide eyes.

"Wait for me, Mr. Kerry, you are the son of Gore Hekallen, the chief instructor of the Black Hand Sect! You are a veritable prince! Why didn't you command the leader!"

Number 2 grabbed the lapel of Kerry Black Cullen's designer suit.

Meanwhile, Kerry Black Cullen also grabbed the collar of his cheap sweater.

"Aren't you mistaken! Aren't you a cadre! Isn't that evil organization of yours most devoted to the exploration of goblin relics?"

Furudo, who was rubbing his buttocks, looked at the two of them, wanting to complain, but remembering that the two of them didn't seem to want him to complain, so he had to hold back.

"Just say what you have to say!"

"...Just say it."

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, No. 2 and Kerry kicked him in a tacit understanding. Anyway, Kerry kicked first, and No. 2 didn't worry about offending anyone.

No. 2, who was one step behind Kerry Black Cullen, looked at No. 1, who was tying up the aborigine with a rope, and asked her secretly.

"No. 1, you really don't know about the goblin's relics?"

The girl who was questioned shook her head, she was just a combatant.

"I have been in the job for a few months longer than you."

"Yes, Senior No. 1."

"What's the matter, dead lolicon."

The familiar address made him subconsciously curl the corners of his mouth.

Fortunately, there is this 'uncute' girl by his side, otherwise he wouldn't be able to calm down so quickly.

Besides her, there are two other girls.