in the darkness.
Dots of faint artificial lights flicker in the dark streets.
The increasingly cold night wind passes through the buildings, carrying the rancid smell from the corner of the gutter and blowing through the streets and alleys. The ancient buildings stand in this dead and cold night, and the stars shine from the eternal sky. Sprinkled down, sprinkled on the roofs, spires and city walls, so that these dark things showed hazy outlines in the dark night, and in the gaps between the outlines, people flashed past from time to time.
The figures flashing by the starlight carried a tense and decisive atmosphere. They took a slightly panicked footsteps in the dark, passing a message that needs to be lowered among neighbors, relatives, and friends: "Wait The first bell of dawn."
Bloom, a cobbler wrapped in a turban, walked on the dark street. The night wind in the early morning seemed to carry malice, which made him tremble slightly. He didn't know whether the trembling was due to fear, excitement, or just simplicity. It was cold, but he felt as if there was a flame burning in his chest. With this flame, he dared to leave the door at this time and walk on the street.
The curfew orders issued by the priests in the church area have long since disappeared, and the soldiers patrolling the streets and the knights of the Holy See have all disappeared. The outer city has been out of control for several days, and an undercurrent that was originally hidden in the darkness is emerging. It has been rising gradually these days, and now it has finally come to its breaking point.
A new figure appeared on the dark street. The cobbler hesitated a little, but he quickly recognized that the figure was a weaver he was familiar with. The two people quickly approached, and they looked at each other's faces in the dark. expression, lowered his voice and asked softly: "Wait for the bell? Wait for the bell."
A swaying fire came out from a street corner not far away, and the cobbler and the tinkerer immediately looked in the direction of the light, and they saw a man holding a torch, a blacksmith known for his boldness, walking towards them, behind the blacksmith , a woman with an oil lamp, a farmer with a pitchfork, and an apprentice with a stick.
The blacksmith handed the torch to the cobbler: "Don't hide it, it's already a death penalty if you go out."
More and more people came out of their homes, some were craftsmen, some were farmers, and some were apprentices. These skinny people seemed to come out of hell, but there were flames beating in the eye sockets of each of them. Gathered among them, and more and more torches and oil lamps gradually illuminated the streets and alleys as the crowd gathered. In the flickering firelight, there were pairs of eyes that were still chaotic but extremely firm.
"Wait until the bell strikes and act. Do remember that the ones with the white sash around their arms are friends. Where are the friends outside the city? They've arrived..."
No one can tell who the news first started to spread, and no one can say who is promoting everything tonight, but everyone knows that they have eaten the last food at home and gathered together. With their last ounce of strength, they may not survive tonight, but as long as the sun rises tomorrow, everyone will be free.
Cobbler Bloom held up the torch, looking towards the city head due west. On the dark city wall, a little fire was flickering.
The soldier guarding the city gate nervously looked at the situation under the city wall with an oil lamp. Beside him were two other soldiers who were as nervous as himself. Countless flickering flames in the crowd.
These people who came from the villages and towns near Luan City, the neighboring cities, and even the neighboring territories gathered in the field, and the commotion from them was getting louder and louder. Behind this team, more people were walking along the broken The stone road came, and the light of the torch stretched continuously in the wilderness, as if a giant flaming snake was gradually trapping this church city that had stood for hundreds of years.
And in the wilderness, the most eye-catching ones are those standing at the front of the crowd, wearing thick white armor, carrying a giant hammer on their shoulders, and radiating brilliance all over their bodies.
Those are the white knights from Cecil.
What they represent at this moment is not Cecil's armed force, but the new order of the Holy Light.
"Open... open the city gate?" The soldier tremblingly asked the veteran beside him. He touched the white cloth belt on his arm, and his voice was full of fear, "Will they also take us..."
The veteran was also immersed in fear, but he knew that the matter had come to this point and he had no choice. Long after the priests completely closed the gates of the church area, these soldiers who were stranded on the outer city and the city walls were already completely abandoned. After backing up, the soldiers with brains took the initiative to put down their swords and became accomplices in this chaos, or in other words, allies in this righteous act.
"Open the gates," said the old soldier, "let the Cecilians come in, and the blockade of the city will be over."
The winch covered with iron sheets began to rotate, and the chains drove the bearings to make a creaking sound. The heavy gate of Luan City was finally opened again after being closed for dozens of days. The crowd gathered in the wilderness watched the gradually opened The city gate, and then countless pairs of eyes fell on the front of the team.
The white knights in heavy armor took the lead to step forward. These people covered with steel were like lighthouses in the night, giving people endless courage. The huge team moved and followed the white knights. Luan City.
The soldiers who opened the city gate tremblingly hid in the shadows aside, watching the heavy armored knights leading the crowd silently, watching the huge and chaotic procession passing through the city gate, they saw in this procession what they were like. Farmers, blacksmiths, cobblers, stonemasons, of almost any kind of profession I have seen in my life, there are both rags in rags and well-dressed merchants, some with only pitchforks and sticks, and some with Carrying long swords and spears, some of them are ordinary people, and some are like mercenaries who just walked off the battlefield...
The soldier even had an illusion, he felt as if people from the entire southern border had gathered here.
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Half an hour before the first rays of the sun rose, a large number of heavy and chaotic footsteps came from the street paved with gravel and a few stone slabs, and the footsteps even made the whole ground tremble slightly, accompanied by Watching these movements, the light of countless torches emerged from all directions, and countless strange but friendly faces appeared in the swaying firelight.
Warriors wearing strange white heavy armor, whose whole body seemed to be casted by light, came out of the crowd. These warriors came to the restless citizens of Luan, passing from under the helmet decorated with wings and engraved with scriptures. Come a deep and friendly voice: "We are the white knights under the command of the Patriarch, and we are here to help the people of the Holy Light."
As described in the news circulating in the city a few days ago, the allies of the Holy Light appeared in the darkness, and the powerful white knight led the people of the Holy Light from all directions to rescue the city that was sinking in the darkness. holy city.
The two teams quickly merged together, and under the leadership of some guides, this huge team began to move towards the cathedral.
There are dozens of white knights surrounded by the holy light. They only account for a small part of the whole crowd, but they walk in the forefront like sharp arrows. Among these knights, a hazy shadow did not cause any trouble. Anyone's attention approached the leader of the Knights.
Amber's figure emerged from the shadows, and she looked up at the burly white knight: "I didn't expect so many people to gather..."
The burly white knight was none other than Wright. He didn't wear a helmet, and his scarred face was full of resolute expression. He slightly lowered his head and glanced at the petite half-elf: "They come from the entire Luan area and the nearby Carlo Ercheng, the team gathered in the wilderness for several days is your credit, without you, people would not see the truth of the corruption of the Church of the Holy Light, nor would it be possible to gather so consciously and indignantly."
"I'll just accept this compliment," Amber said a little complacently, and then there was a hint of curiosity in her tone, "But I didn't expect you to come in person! As the Patriarch of the Protestant Church, you didn't stay behind... old man Zong... the duke sent you here?"
"I made my own decision," Wright said lightly, and then he paused for two seconds, his tone more serious than usual, "This is our mission."
Amber blinked, listening to Wright's solemn voice continue to sound in the night:
"Cecil took root in the Dark Mountains, which made him always face the threat of the wasteland, and whenever Cecil was attacked by mutants, the lord would always stand on the line of defense. From him, I learned one thing about the leader. A decision may cost hundreds of thousands of people. Sometimes the decision is necessary. Sometimes the people's sacrifice is voluntary. But the leader can never accept these sacrifices with peace of mind. He must fight with those who made the sacrifices. Stand together and stand ready to bleed together.
"This is a war of the Holy Light. For the transformation of the Holy Light, for the freedom of belief, unarmed ordinary people are going to challenge the Transcendents who are far stronger than them. This change will inevitably lead to bloodshed. This bloodshed is necessary. But as a Protestant leader, I can't just let them bleed.
"So here I am."
Wright carried the mechanically powered warhammer wrapped around the St. Job's belt, and walked forward with firm steps, while Amber was a little dazed on the spot. After a few seconds, the half-elf shook his head: "That guy There are really weird people around me..."
Ten minutes before dawn, the crowd gathered on the large fan-shaped square in front of the church district.
This place, which was once used for heresy trials and burning rituals, is now crowded with people, and the smell of flames burning grease pervades the entire square, and more and more people are still pouring in from all directions, but the limited square has long been unable to accommodate more There were too many people, so those who came from further afield could only gather in the nearby streets.
As the crowd grew, and as time went by, louder and louder noises began to sound from everywhere, and some strangers even began to shout angry slogans in the crowd, and some mercenaries wielding swords and high They cursed the cowards in the church loudly, some businessmen brandishing canes angrily denounced the injustice of the Church of Holy Light, and some even stood on several high platforms at the edge of the square, brandishing their fists and denouncing the priests in the cathedral as villains, butchers and eaters. The furious anger of the human devil even shocked the people of Lu'an in the square. It was hard for them to imagine why these allies who came from afar were also so angry with the priests in the cathedral.
This anger even surpassed them.
The terrible movement in the square spread into the church area. Those priests who had shut themselves in the inner city walls for many days and pretended to be deaf and dumb finally couldn’t sit still. They climbed onto the inner city walls and towers in amazement, wanting to See what's going on outside and then the surprise turns to panic.
people.
The square is full of people.
It was a crowd that could frighten priests and knights with extraordinary power.
At the same time, in front of a key magic formation node in the small church area of the inner city, Cervetley was quietly confronting a priest in a black robe with tattoos on his head.
Looking at the church compatriots in front of him, Seventree sighed: "Back off, Alcott, there is no other way."
However, the discipline monk in black robe just stood motionless in front of the magic circle, and it took him a long time to break the silence: "The Knights and other discipline monks will soon notice the abnormality in the chapel area..."
Severntree couldn't help taking a step forward, his tone excited: "Can they resist here for a while, can they resist for a lifetime?!"
The black-robed priest looked into Severntree's eyes and said calmly: "...but my mission is to guard the barrier of the chapel area unless death terminates my mission."
Seeing the calm expression of the priest in front of him, Seven suddenly read the real message from it.
He frowned, and his voice was full of sorrow: "Alcott, I know, in that heresy trial... Although you hid it well, you were also the one whose faith was shaken. Don't insist anymore, I know your As a human being, you clearly know what the church has done these years, and you also know that they have intensified in the past year... "
"I am a monk of the discipline, and maintaining the order of the church is everything to me. This is the oath I made before the Holy Light," the black-robed monk calmly interrupted Severntree, "Do you still remember that you were in the Holy Light?" The oath you made before?"
Responding to the discipline monk was a ten-second silence and a firm sentence: "...Of course I remember, I will never forget it."
"That's good," the Discipline Brother breathed a sigh of relief, showing a relaxed look, "Pastor, do what you should do."
Seventree was a little at a loss. He walked towards the black-robed priest in front of him, but he seemed to have forgotten what he should do.
"The bell is about to strike."
The words of the black-robed priest made him suddenly sober.
He looked at the black-robed priest in front of him in astonishment, and heard him say quietly:
"... I am a Discipline Brother, I know all the secrets of these churches, it is my job... Priest, do what you have to do, that flimsy door will not stop the angry crowd, if after the bell rings The magic circle is still in operation, and many people will die."
Seventree felt that his blood was gradually congealing, and the cold feeling spread from his heart to his limbs. He heard the faint first ringing of a bell in the distance, and heard the last request of a pious man:
"Kill me, save Shengguang."
A warm feeling spread from his fingers, and Severntree felt his gradually congealed blood get warm again. He saw that he was holding a dagger in his hand, and the tip of the dagger sank into the discipline monk's chest.
The Discipline monk fell down, and the magic circle node in the chapel area lay quietly on the platform behind him, where the holy runes shone slightly.
Severntree rushed to that node, and the discipline monk in black robe fell obliquely on the ground. Amid the low buzzing sound from the stoppage of the magic circle, he heard the bell ringing from afar become more clear and loud, The sound of the door of the church district collapsing was heard.
He exhaled, and whispered softly in his last breath:
"Oh God… "