Herwin coughed lightly twice, his skin unusually pale from ischemia, and his eyes sunken into their sockets, as if they would be easily blown down by the wind.

Parr didn't wonder why Hewen was the way he was, he still remembered what he had just seen.

Each of the dead knights had expressions that were distorted to the point that they were by no means human, as if they had attained unparalleled bliss in the last moments of their lives.

It was a devastating scene for any sane person, enough to plunge a highly educated scholar into the deepest nightmare for the rest of his life.

Parr believed that Hervin must have seen a similar scene before he appeared pale and weak.

Parr had absolutely no intention of looking down on Hervin, he himself was an evil monster, and after seeing that bloody and artistic picture again, he tried not to show fanaticism and disgust under very reluctant control.

And Hewen was very impressed and surprised that he was only pale, because he thought that even an excellent human warrior would have irrepressible physical disgust and nausea after seeing that scene, and those who were not strong enough would even vomit and scream on the spot.

Pal looked at Hewen and said:

"Are you alright? ”

Hervin replied:

"I'm fine"

It's not even been this good for a long time, although now the blood in his body has poured into the heart in his right abdominal cavity, making his whole body fall into an extreme emptiness.

But Herwin was well aware that this emptiness and powerlessness was nothing more than an illusion, because every moment there was rotten blood being washed and purified inside the heart, fresh and full of life, waiting to return to this body.

Parr smiled:

"I heard that there is a mole among us, I hope it won't be you. ”

Hewen nodded:

"Of course, the two of us must be loyal, and I think Gary is a little suspicious. ”

Parr said thoughtfully:

"I've always thought he had always wondered how anyone in the world could be so stupid, it must be his disguise. ”

Pal is in no hurry to find out Hevin's true identity, because by the time they besiege Alec, the traitor will definitely be exposed.

Parben didn't plan to pay attention to these things, he just wanted to use the power of the White Lions to kill all the Primordial Flame believers in Firth City, and then let the Primordial Flame set its eyes on the White Lions Club, and he could slip away without notice.

But now Tyre offers a favorable offer.

Parr had seen in some circumstances the power that should not exist in the human world, according to the primordial fire, a defiled heresy, a remnant of a fallen god, an evil essence that needed to be completely destroyed and purified.

Although Pal hated the Primordial Flame, he also had to admit that the Primordial Flame was right in this matter, that such a filthy and desecrated thing really shouldn't have been left in this world.

He had seen the remnants of the evil god in the memory of a fellow of his kind, and he didn't know how many lives had died because of it, at least at the last moment of his kind's memory, half of the city's people had already died from the spread of evil power.

And the remaining half, as if nothing had happened, continue to live their old lives.

Every now and then, someone dies suddenly, but the people around him ignore his painful wails before he died, and instead look at the corpse on the ground that smells of decay and stench as usual.

Even his kindred, at the end of his life, gradually lost the distinction between reality and illusion, and finally forgot all the strange situations in the city, and died in peace.

But in the memories that came to Parr's mind, his people didn't do what every dead would do at the end of their life—let out a high-pitched, piercing wail.

Perhaps at the time of the howl, the thing that took possession of the body was no longer theirs, and before that, they had been lucky enough to die.

He searched the entire continent, but failed to find the existence of the city.

Parr wondered if he would have fallen into the abyss of madness and self-destruction if he hadn't learned about this power in this way, and had he really been there.

He was not afraid of death, but he could never die like this.

Pal didn't want to know what the answer was, but as much as he hated it from the bottom of his heart, it would be nice if the so-called remnants of the gods could be used against his mortal enemies.

Only this terrible death can be worthy of the cruel persecution inflicted on them by the primordial fire.

Regardless of Herwin or Gary, the traitor will definitely die at his hands anyway, and even if both of them are traitors, he is sure to deal with them and Alec together.

His path of revenge is in full swing, and soon, the Primordial Fire will pay the price for his past bad decisions.

Parr and Herwin stood outside the Firth Cathedral, watching the lights inside, and the priests and monks of the entire church were fully armed.

It's Monday, August 14, at 11:15 p.m.

Parr smiled and said:

"Nervous? We're about to face one of the most powerful people in the city. ”

Herwin raised his eyebrows:

"Scared?"

Parr says:

"That's right, once you cross that line, everything is different, Wright, and you were before this day a great philanthropist whom everyone praised, a brilliant young entrepreneur, and the dream marriage partner of many young women and young women in Firth.

"But after today, Wright's name is the villain who forced his way into Firth Cathedral, the hypocrite who hides his identity, the depraved evil heretic, and you can only live as someone else until Tyre realizes his ideals and returns to the public eye as a brutal ruler.

"Won't you regret it?"

Parr's eyes were full of curiosity, he had abandoned his identity many times, and the first few times, he almost had to stay.

He still remembers when he was separated from his first parents, and he even had tears in his eyes, standing outside the door and looking at the old couple in the house for a long time.

It wasn't until the old man walked out of the door and asked him in a vigilant tone, "Is there anything wrong with you?" that he reluctantly turned around and left.

So he was very strange, could Herwin be so simply discarded in the face of the prestige he had accumulated that was the envy of countless people?

If not, then maybe he doesn't need to give it up, because he's the traitor.

He could have killed Herwin directly.

Hervin's answer was beyond his expectations.

He said half-truthfully:

"Why do you think I care about such false things? If Tyr can really create a better world, what about throwing away his reputation and being misunderstood.

"There are so many evils in reality, and hard work and fantasy alone cannot change the world. ”

Parr was a little curious:

"Have you ever been misunderstood?"

Hervin pushed open the metal doors of the Great Gate Chapel:

"The list is endless. ”