Gino fell asleep while busy.
He was just too tired.
Even though he has been trained as a knight since childhood, it is still extremely difficult for one person to take care of nearly a hundred people.
A few priests standing in the shadows outside the warehouse watched all this silently.
as a caretaker.
They faithfully performed their duties.
As for being infected with the plague
Being able to come here proves that they won't.
With the experience of 'Black Plague', the Temple of War God can easily distinguish who will be infected with the plague, and those with strong strength don't need to consider these, for example: the level of saber priests.
In the last "black disaster", none of the sword priests was infected with the plague, even if they stayed in the infected area for a long time.
Therefore, the priests here are all at the level of saber priests.
The Saber Priests are considered to be the absolute middle and high level in the Temple of War, and above them there are only bishops, privy bishops, and the always-vacant archbishop.
Normally, there would never be so many sword priests gathered together.
In fact, the general sword priests have their own dioceses, and it is difficult to gather together.
It was a rare opportunity, and these sword priests stationed in the area around the Fort Eitantino naturally communicated with each other.
From trivial chores to some unknown secrets, they all fall into this category.
At the beginning, it was quite enthusiastic, but as time went by, all the priests with swords fell silent.
All their attention was on the young man.
"Hope he's okay."
What I wanted to say before, the younger sword priest sincerely prayed for the young man at this time.
He had never seen such a righteous young man.
Even compared with the fabricated characters in the biography, it is not inferior.
No, it's even better!
Because, this young man is real.
"My Lord will bless his followers."
"I would like him to come to my parish if possible."
Another elderly sword priest said sincerely after praying in a low voice.
"yes."
"With young people like this around, we will save a lot of trouble."
"However, the Privy Bishop will definitely not let him go."
"As long as he has been baptized, he is a bishop... No, he is a good candidate for the Privy Bishop."
Another sword priest spoke.
The sword priest obviously saw further.
All the sword priests nodded, agreeing with the colleague's words.
How could the Privy Bishop give up such an outstanding young man
I'm afraid that at this time, you have already asked your majesty to 'shelter' the other party, right
The sword priests guessed.
Then, they all looked behind them.
Step, step.
Amidst the sound of footsteps, a group of people appeared in front of them.
"My lord bishop."
The saber priests saluted one after another.
Cabio, the bishop in charge of the 'Dark Church'.
Although the reputation is not obvious externally, it is prestigious internally.
The identity of the deputy director of the other party's "Holy Tribunal" is known to almost every middle and high level.
And what does the 'Holy Tribunal' do
Everyone present is well aware.
"Um."
Cabio nodded coldly, and scanned the sword priests in front of him with that sharp, uncomfortable gaze. When some of these sword priests showed uneasy expressions, he retracted his gaze in satisfaction.
Your Majesty, you need majesty!
And he is the most important line of defense to protect the majesty of the crown!
Cabio is convinced of this.
Therefore, he is 'unselfish'!
Even to the point of being cruel.
Anyone who made a mistake and fell into his hands will suffer due punishment.
No one is exempt.
Raising his hand and waving, he followed behind Kabio. On the surface, he was the deacon of the 'Dark Hall', but in essence, all the key members of the 'Holy Inquisition' carried the firewood to the warehouse.
The sword priests looked at the firewood in the hands of the deacons, and their eyelids twitched.
As long as you are not a fool, you all know what Kabio wants to do.
Can…
No one dared to stop it.
That's Cabio!
Cruel and brutal Cabio!
These priests with swords watched the firewood piled up at the door of the warehouse and on the wooden wall.
Cans of kerosene were poured over the firewood.
A torch was passed from the deacon's hand to Cabio's.
Looking at the torch that was about to be thrown down, the younger sword priest couldn't help but speak.
"Bishop..."
call!
Before the words were finished, Cabio had already thrown the torch, and as soon as the torch touched the firewood filled with kerosene, a blaze burst into the sky.
Standing beside Lie Yan, Kabio slightly turned his head.
"What's wrong?"
he asked.
The eyes illuminated by the firelight became darker, deeper, and without warmth.
The younger sword priest stared blankly at the warehouse surrounded by fire, opened his mouth and said nothing.
…
Gino had a nightmare.
He dreamed that those who were burned came to him.
All of them were burning with flames.
The scorching flames scorched his nose and mouth, making his breathing difficult and his eyes stinging.
"I did not do it on purpose!"
"sorry!"
"sorry!"
Gino, who couldn't distinguish between reality and dream in his sleep, apologized repeatedly, and then, thick smoke entered his mouth, irritating his lungs.
Cough, cough.
The severe cough woke Gino up instantly.
Then, he saw...
fire!
Firelight from outside!
"Wake up!"
"Everyone wake up!"
"Fire!"
After Gino was taken aback for a moment, he shouted loudly.
The priests, knights, deacons, and priests who were infected with the plague woke up one by one.
Looking at the scorching flames, they struggled to get up and prepare to escape from the flames.
"it's useless."
"I can't escape."
At this moment, a voice sounded.
Everyone looked back subconsciously.
A middle-aged man in a priest's robe sat there with a dejected and hopeless expression.
"It was a fire, not a fire."
"As for why?"
"Don't you all understand?"
Under everyone's gaze, the middle-aged priest said with a wry smile.
boom!
It was like a thunderbolt, and some of the people who had just struggled to stand up lost their balance and fell to the ground.
The rest who can stand are Liushen Wuzhu.
Of course, there are a few who don't believe it at all.
"impossible!"
"Your Privy Bishop will not do this!"
These people rushed towards the door while shouting.
Whoosh, whoosh!
A hail of arrows shot through the window near the gate.
Immediately, these few people who hadn't rushed to the gate were shot and fell to the ground, and there was no more sound.
There was a dead silence.
The people in the warehouse just stared blankly at the fallen corpse, only the sound of the flame burning the wood was left in their ears.
"Why did you do this to us?"
A young deacon cried.
Many people began to cry.
This is what everyone thinks.
Why treat them like this
Aren't they believers in God of War
"Your Majesty, I beg you, save us!"
The young deacon continued to cry.
The sound spread far away in the night.
Unfortunately, there was no response.
"it's useless."
"We who are infected with the plague are destined to be abandoned."
"We only threaten other people by being alive. Only when we are dead and burned to death can some big people breathe a sigh of relief."
The priest spoke again.
The dejected voice and desperate look affected everyone around.
Many people collapsed to the ground.
Death is terrible.
No one can ignore death.
Gino looked at the people around him, feeling more and more guilty.
"sorry."
"it's all my fault."
"it's me… "
The sudden sound of apology sounded in the burning warehouse.
This apology, at this time, is so inappropriate.
The people who fell into despair looked at the young knight.
The guilt on the other party's face made their hearts tremble.
Is it guilt for not being able to help us
Such thoughts arose in everyone's hearts.
A deep emotion welled up in everyone's heart.
Mixed with warmth.
After being abandoned by that privy bishop, this ray of warmth is particularly precious and rare.
Even the priest who was the first to despair was warmed.
He stood up, walked to the side of the young knight, and put his hand on the shoulder of the half-kneeling young knight.
"you're not wrong."
"The fault was ours."
"It's because we can't see clearly what kind of guy we believe in. It's because we deceive ourselves into thinking that guy will leave us, and we deserve to be abandoned!"
The middle-aged priest spoke loudly, tears streaming from his eyes and sliding down his cheeks.
His voice was full of unwillingness and resentment.
Such unwillingness and resentment quickly infected those around him who were in the same situation.
yes.
What do we expect now
If we could really be saved, would we still be here
Will we still see such a fire
There was no more crying.
Everyone is crying silently.
And the words of the middle-aged priest continued.
"We're not going to go to that guy's arms when we die."
"even… "
"Not even our souls will exist."
"After all, what is happening now cannot be known to those once pure believers."
"But I'm not reconciled!"
"I'm not willing to be burned to death like this. I just died in obscurity. Even without a soul, I was called back to that guy's embrace."
The words of the middle-aged priest attracted everyone in the warehouse.
Then, he looked down at the young knight.
"Gino, please do one thing."
"Tell everyone what happened here."
The middle-aged man looked at the young knight imploringly, and the latter nodded unconsciously.
Then, the middle-aged priest looked at everyone present.
"Are you willing to fight for this young man who really helped us?"
"No return."
"No appreciation."
"Only death."
"It's like he didn't ask for rewards, didn't ask for praise, and helped us face death!"
The middle-aged man asked.
"willing!"
After the voice fell, the young deacon immediately spoke, and now, like a domino effect, everyone present spoke one after another.
"willing!"
"We do!"
People struggled to stand up one by one.
"very good."
"You didn't disappoint me like cowards."
The middle-aged priest nodded, then shouted louder.
"He didn't deserve to die here like us."
"Now!"
"Let's fight a way for him!"
After the words fell, the middle-aged priest turned his head and rushed towards the warehouse door.
Such an action, Kabio naturally saw.
The bishop sneered.
"Dying mayfly!"
"Let the arrow!"
With one order, arrows rained down.
But different from before, these arrows were actually stopped by the middle-aged priest. The other party's figure was swift, his palm was sensitive, and he brought up afterimages, as if he was picking flowers, and shot all the arrows. In my arms.
Not only that, the next moment, these arrows were thrown by the middle-aged priest, and flew back with a sharper piercing sound!
Whoosh whoosh!
Puff puff!
The deacons who opened their bows and shot arrows fell to the ground one after another.
Cabio dodged the arrow, his eyes were full of surprise.
The priest in front of him looked familiar to him, but he couldn't remember the name of the other party.
But there was one thing he was sure of.
With the strength of the opponent, it is impossible to be just a priest.
At least a saber priest is right.
It is impossible for the sword priest to be infected with the plague.
Many thoughts arose in his mind in an instant, but before Kabio could think it over clearly, the burning door was kicked open by the middle-aged priest.
The torn apart gate rushed over with flames.
The knights, deacons, and priests of the 'Holy Tribunal' dodge one after another.
The middle-aged priest rushed straight to Kabio and shouted at the same time.
"Everyone run!"
Immediately, people infected with the plague rushed out of the warehouse.
They may be weak and not even steady on their feet.
However, those who blocked him dodged one after another.
No one wants to be infected.
The sword priests before seemed to be startled by the sudden scene, completely at a loss, even if these people passed by, they remained motionless, like clay sculptures.
"Damn you!"
Seeing this scene, Cabio immediately gritted his teeth.
He swore to make these guys look good.
After he killed the guy in front of him.
Layers of sharp holy light shrouded his fist. When the fist was swung out, this layer of holy light shot out, piercing the middle-aged priest's body.
Then
boom!
The body of the middle-aged priest was directly blown to pieces.
Although the opponent looked a little suspicious, at this time, Kabio would not keep his hand.
No one here can let go!
With this in mind, he turned around.
Rays of holy light shot out from his body.
One by one, those who escaped were cut to pieces.
The deputy director of the 'Holy Tribunal' didn't notice that the corpses that had been broken into pieces were disappearing silently, and his attention would not be attracted by a dead person.
He needs to take control of the situation at hand.
Soon, in the face of the formidable strength of the deputy director of the 'Holy Tribunal', the situation will be under control again.
but at this moment
Cough, cough, cough!
An extremely violent cough sounded from Kabio's mouth.
Then a sense of weakness rose from deep within his body.
Cabio was taken aback.
Then, the complexion changed suddenly.
How can it be!
He growled inwardly.
The body is crumbling.
The violent attack stopped, and everyone looked at Kabio, who was in a bad state, and the expressions on their faces became weird. Then, the knights, deacons, and priests of the "Holy Tribunal" coughed and became weak .
Plague, spread.
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