After leaving the scope of the cathedral, the upper evil spirit truly breathed a sigh of relief.
It wiped the sweat that didn't exist on its forehead, and the corners of its mouth curled up.
Everything is easier than it imagined.
It originally had five backup plans, none of which were used.
The higher-ups of the 'War God Temple' were more cooperative than expected, and they were sent to it just like that.
That's right!
Its, no, its boss's target has always been the high-level members of the 'War God Temple', and these high-level believers are much more valuable than the low-level, middle-low level believers.
Although they are all believers in God of War.
Although the Temple of War also preached that all men are created equal.
Although the Temple of War God has always declared that they will eventually die and return to the arms of God of War.
but,
It is different after all.
Whether it is the resources received or the attention received.
Especially the latter, enough to make the higher level evil spirits cautious.
Then, it found that it not only thought too much, but also got lucky.
"The one who really pays attention is 'disaster'!"
"But, Cabio?"
"enough!"
The superior evil spirit sighed, and then a narrow smile appeared in his eyes.
When you are a bystander.
When you are high above.
You boss around.
You are ruthless.
You decide the fate of all.
Now…
It's your turn.
Don't be too ugly!
The upper evil spirit just disappeared with its own malice.
…
Cough, cough, cough!
The severe cough made Cabio's waist unable to straighten up.
He wanted to maintain his dignity.
But, coughing and bending over, he just wanted a shrimp.
Especially with the firelight on the side.
This shrimp seems to be about to be grilled.
Cabio's eyes swept over the priests who were far away, and he always felt that there was a hint of malice on the faces of these people.
leave!
Must leave!
Can't stop here anymore!
Such an idea appeared in Kabio's heart, and then expanded rapidly.
He cannot stay.
As for meeting Mottoer
it's useless!
He's all infected.
Would Mottoer dare to meet him
Only Mianxia is left!
He wants to find a quiet place to pray to His Majesty!
Thinking of this, Cabio no longer hesitated.
He could feel the weakness in his body, and if he didn't act, he wouldn't have to leave.
The consequences
Do you still need to think about it
Cabio glanced at the still burning warehouse.
He can burn people to death.
But he doesn't want others to burn him to death!
Whoosh!
The figure was so fast that it turned into an afterimage, and Kabio just disappeared in place.
And it wasn't until Kabio disappeared that the priests who were watching came back to their senses.
They looked at the members of the 'Holy Tribunal' who were weak and fell to the ground one by one, and they couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in their hearts.
"Sanction of fate?"
The younger priest spoke up.
Such a voice seemed very abrupt under the flames nearby.
However, after these priests looked at each other, they were all silent.
Both thinking and...
default.
They are still thinking about the scene just now.
They didn't stop the poor guys.
Cabio blocked it.
Then, Kabio, who was stronger than them, was infected with the plague, but they were unscathed.
No matter how you look at it, it has a weird feeling.
But there is such an inexplicable sense of resonance.
"Maybe there really is fate?"
"Maybe I can't stand it anymore."
There is no so-called 'God of Destiny' in this world.
But the oldest priest in the crowd said this, none of the surrounding priests refuted. When the elderly priest finished speaking and looked up at them, these priests nodded instead.
Then, the priest continued.
"We need to report to Master Motor, and report everything here truthfully."
Immediately, all the priests nodded again knowingly.
Yeah, truthfully.
Important situations, meticulous.
The unimportant ones are naturally hidden.
Example: their mercy.
In other words, it's not pity, it's just a trace of compassion.
A compassionate heart that brings good luck.
If it cannot be made public, it will naturally be hidden.
What can be hidden is there after all.
It was buried silently in the bottom of my heart.
Then
Sprout.
With the passage of time, it is bound to take root and sprout.
This process may be long, but it will come.
What if someone pushes it
Naturally, this progress will be accelerated.
…
Within minutes, Mottoer got the message.
After being dazed for a few seconds, he slammed his fist on the table.
boom!
"Damn it!"
Amidst the dull knocking sound, the Privy Bishop cursed.
Not a verbal vent.
The privy bishop really expected Cabio to die quickly.
He had never been so disappointed in a person.
Cabio is definitely the first!
Not to mention messing up a very simple task, it also made the whole thing countless times more complicated!
Mottoer can fully imagine what he will face next.
When those infected with the plague tell what happened here, the believers under the crown will definitely become terrified!
It is very likely that the faith will be shaken!
No!
He won't allow it!
Thinking of this, he directly ordered.
"Announce to the public that Bishop Kabio is the dark son of that 'evil god'."
"It was he who unleashed the plague on the cathedral."
"It was also on his own initiative to burn those followers of our Lord who were infected with the plague."
"Everything is his fault!"
After a pause, the privy bishop added.
"Mobilize all forces to hunt down Cabio."
"No arrest required."
"Kill without mercy!"
"yes!"
After the old sword priest answered solemnly, he turned and left the room.
boom.
The door behind him closed heavily.
Following the sound of closing the door, the old priest could not help but sigh.
well!
He looked up at the bright and bright moon, and couldn't wait to move away from the room behind him, as if there was the most filthy and disgusting thing in the world.
Normally, a door wouldn't block Motor's perception.
He could clearly hear everything outside the door.
However, he was communicating with the 'God of War' with all his heart, but he didn't notice the sigh outside the door at all.
And that was destined to change some things.
For want of a horseshoe nail, a horseshoe is lost; for want of a horseshoe, a horse is lost; for want of a horse, a king is lost; for want of a king, a battle is lost; for want of a king, a war is lost. In one war, an empire was lost.
At first, the origin of everything was just the little knight who wanted to live.
And now
The little knight and the people around him were running towards the outside of Fort Eitantino.
There are less than half of the people.
Although the plague came in time, half of the people still fell at the door of the warehouse.
remaining people
They support each other.
After the young knight picked up a weak man who fell to the ground, and hung another man around his neck with a belt, everyone helped each other as much as possible.
Looks embarrassed.
But there was a completely different flame in his eyes.
Clear and bright.
"Everyone hold on."
"It's coming soon."
"Your Majesty 'Mist' will definitely save us!"
Said the young knight.
He is not aimless.
It was the voice in his heart that told him.
'Mist' church will be his last place of salvation.
Until now, the young knight still didn't know where the voice in his heart came from.
He couldn't be sure whether the other party had malicious intentions.
He even guessed that this voice came from a certain messenger from''.
As for ''I
impossible!
He didn't think that a small person like him deserved the attention of a 'God'.
One messenger from the other party is the limit.
Of course, he knew that such attention was not a good thing.
The other party must have some purpose.
but…
The voice never deceived him!
More importantly, the bishop of the 'mist' church.
Thinking of the bishop with a gentle smile, the young knight couldn't help feeling more strength in his heart.
If it is that Your Excellency, he will definitely save us!
Inexplicably, the young Cavaliers 'Simon Bishop' has a strong confidence.
When did such confidence emerge
The young knight didn't know either.
Maybe he had already appeared when he swung his sword at the opponent in front of the city gate, and the opponent did not dodge or avoid the blade of his sword, and was still smiling.
"Maybe this voice is the messenger from''!"
"But Bishop Simon must have a way!"
The affirmative thought in his heart made the young knight a little faster.
Immediately, the people around seemed to be infected by the young knight's confidence, and their speed became faster.
Along the way, it was not that no one noticed this group of people.
However, the costumes of the Temple of War are enough for them to reach the lower city safely.
With the emergence of the 'disaster' and 'fog', the glory of God of War has become dimmed, but it is not gone.
No one would irrationally provoke people from the Temple of War.
Of course, except for the members of the God of War Temple!
In fact, Gino was always worried about meeting his pursuers.
But until they saw the 'mist' camp, there were no pursuers.
"Thank me… "
A deacon subconsciously prayed.
But before the words came out, the deacon was left with a wry smile.
Is he still under the protection of that Crown Prince now
When that flame was lit, everything had to change.
What else can he say
Self-deception
forget it.
There is someone more worthy of gratitude.
"Thank you Gino."
said the deacon.
"Thank you Gino."
"Thank you Gino."
…
After a thank you, many thanks came out, and the young knight lowered his head slightly.
He dared not look directly into those sincere eyes.
He can only help these people as much as possible.
Alleviate guilt.
It will make him feel better.
So, after he just nodded, he carried the people on his back and walked towards the 'Mist' camp in silence.
"stop!"
The guard stopped the young knight and his party.
But it didn't stop him any further.
Because the high-ranking evil spirits have come out, not only the high-ranking evil spirits, but also the old demon hunter, Sivalka and others.
Looking at the young knights and his party, Sivalka's eyes were full of vigilance.
Not for the young knights themselves, but for the plague on them.
Sivalka, who has experienced the "black disaster", has unimaginable fear of the plague itself.
In other words, those who have not seen an entire town die overnight cannot understand Sivalka's fear at all.
Therefore, when the high-ranking evil spirit walked towards the young knights, Sivalka immediately stopped him.
"My lord, the plague."
The sound is not loud, but clear.
Horror immediately appeared on the faces of the guards.
They backed away subconsciously.
Even in the face of the most ferocious enemy, these guards will not take a step back, but in the face of... the plague
No matter how brave a man is, he cannot defeat an invisible enemy.
This action made the hearts of the young knights tremble.
Their expectant faces froze.
Is the last place also to fail
Hope is about to be dashed.
Despair rose again.
That taste is really uncomfortable.
If you haven't experienced hope, you don't know how terrible despair is.
Even the young knight kept his mouth tightly shut at this time.
He was worried that there would be a scene that he could not accept.
He worried that he would fall into the abyss.
m
Thankfully, none of that happened.
With a gentle smile, the superior evil spirit walked towards them without any pause.
"I know."
"But I'm willing to take it for them."
"everything."
"Including death."
Saying such words, the higher evil spirit stood in front of the young knight, and it raised its hand to touch the top of the young knight's head.
"Are you tired?"
"It's fine."
"You can take a good rest for the time being, everything is by me."
White radiance emerged from the upper evil spirit.
In this night, such brilliance is dazzling.
Everyone squinted subconsciously.
By the time he regained his vision, the white radiance had disappeared.
But a shocking scene appeared.
People who were tottering before have stood firm.
Those who were unconscious woke up again.
plague…
Be healed!
Healed? !
Everyone watched this scene in disbelief.
"Big, how are you all?"
The young knight stammered and asked.
"I'm not weak anymore."
"Me too."
"And I!"
Amidst the rising and falling voices, the faces of those who escaped from the warehouse of the Temple of War were full of surprises.
"Very good!"
"Very good!"
The young knight murmured softly.
Tears could no longer be suppressed.
Blame, guilt, remorse.
Before, it almost crushed the young man.
And now
He finally felt better.
finally…
Only after experiencing despair will we know how precious hope is.
The sound of armor and cloth rubbing against the ears of the crying young knight covered his face. When he moved his hands covering his face, he saw people kneeling on one knee in front of him.
Everyone has firm eyes and solemn expressions.
"We can't express what we have in words."
"But we will follow you with action."
"We swear."
Everyone said in unison.
"It's not me, it's Bishop Simon... What's wrong with you, Bishop Simon?"
The young knight waved his hands again and again, and he looked at Bishop Simon. It wasn't until this time that the young knight realized that the bishop was pale and crumbling.
"I, I'm fine."
Difficult to say comforting words, the upper evil spirit fell to the ground the moment the words fell.