Char lifted Saint Laurent Garros up, and helped the holy city guardian to sit in the corner, so that she could lean against the wall.
The drum noise outside rang again, apparently finding a tool to hit the door, and under the roar, the door hummed without shaking. It's just that since this altar is a sacred place for the people of the Holy City to pay homage to their ancestors, and it also buried a last-minute escape route, the buildings here are extremely solid, and even the gate does not know what material it is made of. Yes, the dead men of the elders outside had bumped into it for a while, but none of them were able to break in.
Saint Laurent Garros' face turned blue and white, and his breath was even more airy, as if he would die anytime, anywhere. Xia's heart was restless, and he patted her face hard, and he was also worried. , not even a simple treatment.
Finally, the trembling of Saint Laurent Garros gradually ceased, and the woman barely opened her eyes. She looked at the face of Xia Ya who was approaching, and there was a strange smile in her eyes. , then whispered: "Outside, outside..."
"They are still smashing the door and can't get in for the time being, but I don't think the door and the wall will last long." Xia shook his head.
"That's okay." Saint Laurent Garros took a deep breath, and his voice became more coherent, but his breath was still weak: "You are a strong man, even if you tear your face, you can still kill. No one can stop you except me."
Xia Ya looked at the woman and smiled bitterly: "If it wasn't for me, I would have killed myself long ago." After a pause, he couldn't help but ask: "Where is Nene? Your holy city is in chaos now. In this way, she, she won't be involved, right? If there is any damage inside, I will set fire and burn your holy city on fire."
Saint Laurent Garros stared at Xi Ya, shook his head slightly, and whispered: "What's your holy city, don't forget that you were born here too."
Xia Ya opened his mouth when he was told, and couldn't help but refute: "I don't want to have anything to do with this place."
"...Never mind." Saint Laurent Garros sighed, his voice full of annihilation: "Anyway, this holy city is already dead, and you can't afford to have anything to do with it."
Looking at the unpredictable and high-spirited woman back then, now her face is full of despair and despair, Xia Ya couldn't help but feel some pity in her heart, and couldn't help but whisper: "Actually... You don't need to be so desperate, I feel that you only I'm afraid that the old guy from Ximen thinks too much."
"What he said actually makes sense." Saint Laurent Garros waved his hand and said slowly: "Although I don't want to admit it, the truth is right in front of me. They rebelled for the pursuit of freedom. Since ancient times , imprisoned freedom, the harder the imprisonment, the more violent the rebound will naturally be in the future. The Holy City has been like this for thousands of years, it actually goes against human nature, I... I understand."
"Cut." Xia looked at Saint Laurent Garros, and said loudly in a deliberately disdainful tone: "You understand! Humph."
"What did you say?" Saint Laurent Garros raised his eyes and gave Xia a cold look.
"I said you understand." Xia Ya shook his head: "It seems that although you are some kind of legendary guardian, after all, you are sitting in this circle, watching the sky, and your mind is still too simple. Although he is righteous and awe-inspiring, it is just a child, or you are the holy city leopards who have never seen the world. If you want to use this kind of high-sounding words to bluff people in the outside world, you will be laughed out of your mouth. already."
Seeing that there was a hint of curiosity in Saint Laurent Garros' eyes, Xi Ya coughed deliberately and said loudly: "That old man kept saying nicely, what is the pursuit of freedom, what is unwilling to accompany the Holy City to rot together... If it was before, This kind of argument, Laozi will naturally agree with him. But this old guy does things with beautiful slogans, but his actions are ruthless and black. He is the elder of the elders, and he has great power. If he wants to escape this imprisoned little boy Circle circle, ten years in power, if you want to sneak away, even if it is a family, who can stop him? As long as you leave the holy city and run to Byzantium or any other country, find a corner and drill, the sky is high and the bird is flying , The sea is wide and the fish leaps, where will the people in the holy city go to find him? You, Saint Laurent Garros, will not leave easily. The other elders are comfortable wearing a pair of trousers with him. If they are really just What kind of freedom are you pursuing, the big deal is a collective defection and escape, leaving this ghost place, couldn’t it be easier?”
After all, Saint Laurent Garros is not a fool, but the despairing thoughts were born after the repeated blows today. As soon as he was reminded by Xia Ya at this moment, his spirit suddenly recovered a little.
"But they didn't run, not only didn't run, look at these things they did, spent ten years burying pawns, made a half-blood bastard of a fake heir of the city lord, colluded with all the Presbyterian members, and then murdered The whole family of the city lord is full of people, and he murdered the only elder who refused to join in with them, and he carefully raised so many dead soldiers. In the end, I don’t know how much effort it took to turn half of the samurai group in your holy city. Now... After spending so much effort, so much time, and so much effort, is it just to pursue a 'freedom', and if you want freedom, it is the easiest thing to do. They played such a big game of chess and killed them. So many people, who have buried so many plans, are naturally conspiring to do great things, and it is definitely not the beautiful 'freedom' that is being shouted out of their mouths."
"That, that is..."
"It's very simple, plotting the wealth of the holy city." Xia Ya curled his lips: "In the outside world, children know that the holy city contains an unknown amount of wealth. The holy city has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has accumulated an unknown amount of wealth. … These elders have been in power in the holy city for many years. They know the family of the holy city best. It is easy to walk away. But when they come out of Baoshan and run away empty-handed, who can be reconciled? Therefore, they want freedom , of course there are, but more of it is for the purpose of conspiracy to seize the family property! Kill the city lord, and then kill you, cut the grass and remove the roots! Then it's simple, anyway, without a legendary guardian like you in the holy city, the holy city will also be It's no longer safe, they can take the massive wealth accumulated by the Queen's family of the Holy City people and go to the secular world to live their nourishing days!"
What Xiaya said became more and more explicit: "That dead ghost old man once told me a truth before his death. He said: If a person works hard, then there must be great benefits that are worth his desperate attempts. These old people of the senatorial society are risking their lives. The risk of their brains doing such a big thing, are they really that great, just to save the freedom of everyone in the holy city? I mean, I see that the old man Ximen looks like a savage, and he doesn't look like a saint. ."
Hearing this, Saint Laurent Garros couldn't help but burst out laughing, but the injury was randomly affected, he coughed violently a few times, and vomited out a small mouthful of blood. She waved her hand to stop Xia Ya's support, she wiped the corner of her mouth lightly, and whispered, "Although you speak rudely, you can understand the truth. Hmm... Thinking of this, I am too pessimistic. already."
A radiance suddenly appeared in her eyes: "So, the Holy City... is there still salvation?"
"No help!" Xia shook his head resolutely, and immediately dispelled Saint Laurent Garros' expectations: "When you ran to my house to find me, I scolded this damn holy city. Those rebels have a saying. By the way, how much money did your ancestors owe to the emperor, and they sold all their children and grandchildren to be slaves in one breath? It’s okay to bury yourself as slaves for the rest of your life, but let your children and grandchildren be like this Fuck, there's not a shred of hope in sight, it's totally against humanity."
When Xiaya said this, he snorted:
"No one wants to be born as a slave, and no one wants to be imprisoned in one place for a lifetime - no matter how amiable and amiable the slave owner looks! No matter how beautiful the place where he is imprisoned looks! How splendid the cage is built!"
Although these words were not loud, Saint Laurent Garros was shocked when he heard them. He stared blankly at Xia Ya, savouring these words in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more shocked he became.
She is Saint Laurent Garros. She has a detached status in the holy city, everyone worships, and she is on an equal footing with the city owner... She is naturally not a servant, so she never thought about how other people in the holy city thought. She has emerged from a young age, her talent is detached, and she has been established as the future successor. Every move has attracted attention and admiration. How can she think of the thoughts of those who are trampled under her feet
To be more explicit, Saint Laurent Garros, to some extent, can even be regarded as a beneficiary of the Holy City.
She has extraordinary strength, and occasionally can quietly do some illegal things.
But how could she ever understand the thoughts of those who have been imprisoned here for a lifetime
Once the knot in the heart is opened, the many remaining obsessions will suddenly open up.
Saint Laurent Garros sighed, the spirit on his face was actually a little more vigorous, and then smiled lightly: "So it is... so it is..."
"Okay!" Xia Ya heard the clamoring and shouting outside getting more and more urgent, and couldn't help urging: "I spent so much time talking, you should tell me where is Nei Nei?"
Saint Laurent Garros said in a low voice, "Don't worry, she should be with the other candidate heirs of the city lord... There is no problem with safety. The elders will try to support the fake person. Before taking the position, in order not to cause everyone's talk, yes Other candidates who will not open the killing injury. At this moment, Nene should be under house arrest in the Council of Elders along with the other heirs of the city lord, and you will be able to find her in a while."
Saying that, San Logaros told Xia Ya the location of the Council of Elders in the Holy City. Xia Ya listened to it, and remembered it silently in her heart. Then she finally felt relieved and said with a smile: "Okay, since it's all right, we are here. Just kill them! Those rotten fish and shrimps outside, do you really think that Lao Tzu has been blocked by them and is in a desperate situation? Humph!"
"Char." Saint Laurent Garros hesitated for a moment, but still said with concentration: "I know that no one in the holy city is your opponent now, but... those people outside, even if they are rebellious, most of them are not the elders. They were just motivated to pursue freedom. A mastermind like Simon should be damned. You... Although you refuse to admit it, the blood flowing on your body comes from the Holy City after all, so if If possible, don't kill more."
Xia Ya muttered in her heart: Women are soft-hearted after all! If it was Lao Tzu who was murdered like this, if there was still a chance for revenge, go out and kill him.
However, Saint Laurent Garros' eyes fell on him, Xiaya looked at the eagerness in the other's eyes, and couldn't help but softened and sighed: "Well, they didn't hurt me anyway, since you are willing to let them go, Why should I be a villain?"
With that said, he lifted Saint Laurent Garros up and said, "The poison on your body..."
"It's not going to die for the time being." Saint Laurent Garros showed a bit of pride in his tone: "Your senior brother Hasting was also poisoned with this kind of poison, he can't die, how can I die. It's just that this kind of poison is designed to swallow strong Because of the power of the people, I can't fight with people for the time being."
Xia also didn't know how to answer—for a strong man, losing his strength was even more difficult to accept than dying.
Saint Laurent Garros didn't seem to be too sad, he took the initiative to put his arm on Char's shoulder and whispered: "Let's go out. After procrastinating for so long, the people in the tunnel should have gone far. ."
Xiaya nodded, tore off a few pieces of cloth from the hem of his white robe, then carried Saint Laurent Garros on his back, tied it with the cloth strips, carried her on his back and took a few steps forward, smiling. Said: "Then let's go."
"...Char." Saint Laurent Garros suddenly called out, and then her tone seemed to become very strange: "This is the mansion of the city lord... All the materials and documents of the Holy City have always been stored here. Among them are all the returns. You were a seed that was thrown out by the Holy City for training. Now that you are here, don’t you want to find out your information? The information must record who your biological parents are... You, don’t you? Don't want to go see it?"
Xia Ya's footsteps suddenly froze, and her body became rigid!
He stood there hesitating for a while, his breathing became rapid at first, and then he took a deep breath slowly, and then exhaled a long, low voice, but uttered a sentence very firmly.
"no need!"
"..." After a while of silence, Saint Laurent Garros whispered in a solemn voice behind him: "... Really? You, you don't want to know... "
"No!" Xia interrupted Saint Laurent Garros immediately. The turtle's voice seemed a little awkward, but his tone was firm without hesitation: "So what if you know? What if you don't know! Anyway, I have been for so many years. They're all here." Xia Ya's voice seemed a little erratic, but in the end he still shook his head resolutely: "It's all in vain!"
For a while, Saint Laurent Garros stopped talking, and the two fell into a strange silence, only the roar of the door slamming outside kept ringing.
…
"Hurry up!! Send more people to find the writing hammer! Go and find the prismatic hammer from the warehouse!"
Just outside the altar hall, there are nearly a thousand armored warriors surrounded by layers inside and out, and there are quite a few rebels wearing white clothes who guard the warriors.
A few elders were standing outside, anxiously urging orders.
Although the gate of the altar was wide, it was filled with more than a dozen people. A huge prism slammed on the gate. After so long of hard work, the gate finally couldn't stand it and made a cracking sound.
"Don't rush in! The bowman is ready!"
An elder jumped up immediately, gave an order hastily, and added: "Send someone to get something to start the fire! Mr. Huo, smoke them out with smoke!"
The armored soldiers followed the orders one after another, and there were even layers of formations outside, and several thick shield walls were erected.
As soon as the people inside come out, it will be a fierce killing!
The cracks in the door were smashed open again. Seeing that victory was in sight, everyone cheered.
For all the rebels, this is the last moment! As long as the power of the last holy city guarded inside is killed, this holy city will be completely destroyed! Free now!
However, just when the cheers of the people started, and the sound wave has not faded away...
boom! ! !
Suddenly, there was a deafening roar from the sky above!
It was clear that it was broad daylight, but a dazzling thunderbolt streaked across the sky, almost making people unable to open their eyelids!
The mountain of this holy city was originally very high, and the top of the mountain was surrounded by clouds. But just after this thunderbolt, the clouds and mist that filled the sky seemed to be split open immediately and dissipated in all directions!
In the middle of the day, a strange explosion of thunder suddenly stunned everyone.
And before everyone could come back to their senses, a bigger change happened...
under the Holy City.
The six towering hexagram white pagodas located around the holy city, as if at the same moment, suddenly, the six pagodas burst out with dazzling white light at the same time, like six silver flames, located in the holy city. Around the city, the six eyes of the six-pointed star are firmly occupied!
At the same time, a bunch of silver rays of light burst out from the top of the six towers. The rays of light shot straight into the sky and inserted into the sky fiercely! Over the top of the mountain in no time!
Above the earth, at the positions of the bases of the six white pagodas, a line of spectacular silver rays of light quickly appeared on the ground, and they were printed on the earth. The mountains are shrouded, and the white pagodas are connected together by a number of light bands on the earth, forming a pattern of a huge and unparalleled six-pointed star!
The entire holy city was shocked. Although there has been a massacre and rebellion in the city lord's mansion on the top of the mountain, most parts of the entire holy city have not been disturbed, but at this moment, countless figures have run out of the countless buildings in the city, and they are all facing the sky. Looking from a distance, looking at the hexagram magic tower array that has activated the light, everyone has various expressions written on their faces, ranging from surprise, fear, shock, and daze.
The rebels blocked outside the altar on the top of the mountain were also stunned.
The elders who were standing behind seemed to have reacted, and one of them jumped up and screamed: "The six-pointed star array is activated! There is a strong enemy invading!!"
"Send someone to take a look!!"
The voice just fell, and there was another earth-shattering loud noise!
With a bang, there seemed to be a fire-like light on the horizon, like a comet that cut through the sky, smashing into the holy city, and the six beams of the six-pointed star tower shrouded the entire mountain city.
The fiery red comet shot down into the sky, and was immediately blocked by a beam of light. Under the impact of the light, the sound wave suddenly fell into the ears of everyone from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
Many people fell to the ground and fainted immediately, and some even cried out in pain with blood flowing from their ears.
Many of those soldiers on the top of the mountain were directly shaken by the sound, and the elder who just jumped up and gave the order immediately fainted.
"City, city defense! The magic circle also needs someone to preside over it!" An elder called out subconsciously.
This time no one hesitated anymore. The elders who were still awake didn't even have time to say anything. They glanced at each other, then turned around and ran out of the way. The soldiers behind them also woke up. He rushed out and ran out, and for a while, the people who were besieged outside the altar all ran away!
…
Just south of the holy city at the foot of the holy city, the white tower was about a hundred meters away. There were two figures standing there. One of them was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man in gray robes, with his hands behind his back. Sleeves wrapped hands. The other person, who was only in his thirties and forties, had an angular face with short hair that stood up like a steel needle, and at his waist was a saber that was commonly used by warriors in the army.
Both of them were standing at a distance of 100 meters from the White Pagoda at the moment, their mouths tightly closed, looking at the tall tower shrouded in white light in the distance, their eyes were solemn.
After a long time, the middle-aged talent said: "What a powerful force, Ye Lin, if it were you, how many times can you support the collision under the power of this magic?"
The person who was full of suffocation was naturally Ye Lin. Hearing this, he smiled coldly: "You have been beaten and lost your confidence, but you came to ask me what I did."
Saying that, he pointed to the sky above his head: "I see that man, he hasn't used his true strength yet!"
Above the sky, beyond the dazzling white light beam, there is a seemingly small figure floating in the sky, dressed in a dirty leather jacket, obviously the burly figure and facial contour of the Odin, and the right hand is leisurely. Behind him, he clenched his left hand into a fist, looking at the holy city surrounded by six white pagodas in the distance, with a playful smile on his face.
Taking a light breath, he swung his left fist out again. Following the fist wind, another flame-like light slammed into the White Tower beam like a comet.
What followed was a loud and thick voice, even the thunder-like roar of the sky, which could not be concealed, enveloped the entire holy city!
"Saint Laurent Garros, here I come!"