The black haired wizard who broke into the attic from the eaves finally sneaked into the house.
The sound of Sunday like recitation passed through the dome, and there were neat harmony and prayer. Even the floor under his feet was shaking faintly, which made Lauren almost think he had been found.
Carols? Pray?
If it were not for the dilapidated walls outside and the guards patrolling three floors inside and outside, the black haired wizard would even think he had sneaked into the Cathedral of a Holy Cross Church.
In the past hundreds of years of the "great cleansing" of the second generation church trial court and the oath that knights "preach with swords", even churches are all over the countryside. Today, when evil gods are dormant, it is really strange to see such "pious" pagans.
Although the residence is surrounded by guards, and the black haired wizard is still as cautious as possible, there is really no tension of "sneaking into the enemy camp" - from the attic to the lower floor, there are not even ten guards, and the degree of guard relaxation is almost the same as that of furnishings.
Is it that they are too confident in their disguise, or that something is happening... Lauren hopes it is the former, but he tells him it should be the latter.
The sound of prayer came from the hall on the ground floor... Whatever it is, you can see it at a glance as long as you enter the hall.
Leaning behind the corner of the corridor, leisurely footsteps came from the distance of the corridor; At the moment when the fire approached, the black haired wizard hooked his neck and covered his mouth and nose with his right hand; Before the struggling guard pulled out his weapon, his feet suddenly fell out of balance and the whole man was put to the ground.
"Pa!"
Firmly catching the torch just thrown by the other party, the expressionless Lauren walked to the corridor and looked up.
The hall is close at hand.
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"... we are so small and fragile!"
The loud and heavy voice echoed in the hall, and hundreds of fanatical eyes looked at the figure standing on the main altar in front of the hall.
"Death, famine, natural disaster, plague... In front of these irresistible forces, in front of demons and evil gods, we are too small and fragile, and it is difficult to distinguish the weak from the mole ants!"
"Then the priests of the Holy Cross came, and they told us that these are the suffering that people who do not believe in God should suffer. These are the punishment of the Holy Cross for our lack of piety!"
"We believe... But these disasters are still not far away from us;"
"So the priests began to whisper again. All this is the experience of the Holy Cross and the process of testing our piety. Only those who serve God wholeheartedly can ascend the kingdom of God."
"We... Believe the nonsense of these people again!"
"We forget that the ancestors in the ancient kingdom were also faced with these hardships and were as fragile and small as us; but they did not avoid all this at that time. They did not pretend that they would never have to face this again as long as they abandoned their history, traditions and beliefs!"
"This... Is the beginning of our cowardice, and this is how the ancient Byrne declined!"
"And we... Should, like our ancestors, follow the iron horse of Brunhild, the goddess of war, and hold our destiny in our own hands!"
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The voice of impassioned words resounded through the dome. The black haired wizard standing on the corridor on the second floor could clearly feel the restless atmosphere below. I''m afraid no one would be surprised if these people immediately revolted and announced the overthrow of the rule of the Holy Cross Church.
Half squat as like as two peas in the corner of the corridor, the black haired wizard looks at the footprint beside him with a frown.
The other party has come in and is right in front of him.
The deafening voice echoed around him. Without saying a word, Loren silently pulled out the "bright silver" from his waist and looked around at every corner.
He did not use the "spiritual horizon" to detect... No matter whether the other party was what he thought or not, the momentary void reaction using the high-order magic spell would expose his position and identity, which was not worth the loss.
Wait, wait.
Looking at hundreds of "crazy believers" in the corridor and the "Dancing" madman on the main altar, the black haired wizard suddenly moved in his heart.
It seems that Gaspar is not involved... Or he has realized that he has been betrayed, so he didn''t show up here?
The right hand holding the hilt of the sword was rubbing constantly. The tension of the body kept the palm sweating.
Maybe the other party also found himself, maybe this footprint is the trap he deliberately left to lure himself... Whether it is or not, the other party must be somewhere in the hall at the moment.
While holding back his breath and tightening his hands and feet, Loren tried to make his heart beat as smooth as possible, but his search eyes became more and more dignified... It was as if another pair of eyes were hiding in the corner in the dark and staring at himself from behind.
What are they waiting for?
Do you have to wait?!
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"They denounced us as evil, heresy... The devil wandering in the shadow and the devil who will turn the world into Purgatory at any time!"
"They''re right. We''re their demons!"
"Destroy our history, destroy the beliefs of our ancestors, use the ''suffering'' of the Holy Cross to make our people indulge in the world after death, no longer pay attention to the happiness of this life, and put countless wealth into the absurd church, so that they are full of brains and intestines!"
"When the gold coin falls into the atonement box, a soul will ascend to the kingdom of heaven... This is the original words of the priests. Is the Holy Cross not satisfied with the wealth of the kingdom of heaven and still longing for the land and gold in the world?"
"Such faith needs to be destroyed, and such a church needs to be overthrown!"
"We are not what we used to be... We were confused, but now we are awakened by the faith of our ancestors; we will follow brenhild''s iron horse and become her apostle spreading the gospel!"
"Parishioners, robes, hold on to this last fire... Tonight, we will ignite the fire to disperse the darkness, and the red blood castle will become a lighthouse to illuminate the whole Bain! In the near future, the knight Kingdom under the thirteen Knights will rise again, work hand in hand with boy''s hussars, and recast the hegemony belonging to Bain!"
"The followers of the Holy Cross denounced Byrne''s wine as depravity. Of course, they didn''t know that we Byrne people''s bodies were flowing with boiling wine slurry and bloody battlefield. That was the feast of Byrne Knights!"
"Good wine is like blood --! Good wine is like blood --! Good wine is like blood --! Good wine is like blood --!"
The crowd in the hall has become a sea of fanaticism and noise. One by one "crazy believers" in robes have red faces, green necks, scarlet eyes and crazy shouting that proverbial slogan.
"This is the wine given to us by the goddess Brunhild!"
The "crazy believers" dancing on the main altar suddenly raised a wine glass filled with bright red liquid and stared at everyone around with bloodshot eyes:
"Drink it, and we will become brenhild''s apostles in the world, get the body of immortality, and spread brenhild''s gospel to Bain''s thirteen territories!"
"Today, right here, at this moment, we will break the shackles of the Holy Cross, let the land of our hometown bathe in the sun again and become the hot land of Bain people again!"
As his voice fell, the glass in his hand was raised and ready to drink.
The next second, two shadows fall from the sky at the same time!
"Dang -!!"
The golden cup fell to the ground, the bright red plasma poured on the top of the "crazy believer", and the rotten body convulsed and collapsed to the ground.
The crazy believers who had not yet reacted from the shock were shocked and noisy, and the hall was in chaos.
In mid air, the gray blue sword awn and a mottled long sword exchanged blows, and the collision sparks even flashed faintly and splashed around;
Through the sword, the black haired wizard finally saw the figure in front of him, as well as the eyes that were always serious, indifferent and could not see a trace of emotion. The eyes that once would rather die together than kill themselves.
"Why are you?!"