It was noon, the scorching light of the sun was extremely hot, coupled with the surging crowd that crowded the already small square, there was almost no room to turn around, and everyone was so hot that they sweated for a while, and even the cheeks of Viscount Juan, who was sitting on the stage, quietly oozed fine beads of sweat. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, at the same moment, a small two-story building about twenty meters away from the exit of the square looked cold and extremely cold.

On the second floor of this small building, there is a small room, and when you open the window on the north side of the room, you can see everything that is happening in the square. But at the moment this window is tightly closed, not only that, all the doors and windows in this room are tightly closed, and even the room is not lit by any lights, and the whole room looks very dark.

On the floor in the center of the room lay several corpses, tall, short, fat and thin, all of them young men from Varna. The hands and feet of these corpses were connected separately, posing in the shape of a five-pointed star, and on the floor below the corpse was depicted a circular magic array, although the magic patterns that formed the magic circle were not very mysterious, but they shone with a terrifying black light, and with the fresh human blood slowly flowing on the magic patterns of the magic circle, it looked quite terrifying and bloody.

Thinking with his toes, he also knew that these men who had lost their lives would not run into this room by themselves, and they would commit suicide, bleed, and form a magic array, so of course there would be murderers in this matter.

And there is more than one murderer.

"You've done a good job, Lothar." An eerie voice suddenly rang out in the room, the owner of the voice wrapped in a wide black cloak, but when he spoke, the magic in the black-red magic circle on the ground continued to rise and fall with the rhythm of his words, as if it was echoing in some way.

This Lothar, of course, is the Lothar priest of the Varnal Cathedral.

At this moment, the priest of Lothar was standing on the other side of the magic array, and bowed slightly when he heard this, his face was full of flattery: "It is my honor to do things for Lord Shalir, I only hope that after the great things are done, don't forget the little things that I, Lothar, have done for you and the great dark gods today." ”

From the words of Pastor Lothar, it is not difficult to hear that this "Lord Shalil" in front of the priest is a believer in the dark gods. And the followers of the Lord God of Darkness are, of course, members of the Dark Sect.

"Hmm," Shahril replied nonchalantly, as if he wasn't too interested in Pastor Lothar's sycophancy. Pastor Lothar, who had a hot face and a cold ass, couldn't help but be a little bored, so he simply stopped talking, and instead focused on the circle in front of him.

The blood in the magic array was still flowing quietly, the smell of blood in the room began to become stronger and stronger, and the dozens of magic patterns that formed the magic circle also began to flash with blood-colored light, and the black aura visible to the naked eye kept floating in the room, and the whole room became even more cold and dark.

A strong wave of holy power suddenly erupted from the center of the square, and the two people in the room sensed this fluctuation at the same time.

The moment the fluctuations disappeared, Shahril suddenly spoke: "By the way, you just told me that the blue-clothed cardinal in the square now is a fake?" ”

"Yes, Lord Shahrir." Priest Lothar hurriedly replied, "According to my observations, this guy pretending to be Bishop Antonidas should only be a second- or third-level theorist, but the guy named Darwin who was with him is a real fifth-level temple warrior. ”

"Sorcerer?" Shahril sneered, obviously very uninterested in this title: "The same believers of the gods, the same cultivation is the power passed on by the gods to the believers, their light church cultivates light spells are called theorcerers, and our dark sect cultivators can only be called wizards?" This damn double standard is really slippery. ”

Pastor Lothar was stunned when he heard this, although he said that he had reached a certain degree of cooperation with Shahril in front of him, but his current identity was still a priest of the Church of Light after all, and his cultivation was also holy power, so Shahrir's words made him not know how to continue for a while, so he had to echo a few words vaguely.

A burst of cheers suddenly came from the square into the room, and the two of them could even clearly hear the shouting and scolding mixed with the cheers: "Burn them!" Burn these heretics of the dark sect! ”

The temperature in the room was a little cooler.

Shahril suddenly sighed and said, "Lothar, do you know what the biggest characteristic of these ordinary civilians is? ”

Pastor Lothar shook his head and said, "Please also ask Lord Shahril to teach me." ”

Shahril chuckled twice and then said, "That's stupidity." The believer from the Dark Sect did not wait for Pastor Lothar's response, but went on directly: "All the countries of the world have vigorously propagated in their borders, calling us and other Dark Sect heretics who are cruel and cruel to evil, but we don't know that we are actually no different from other cultivators in the world, except that we are cultivating the power from the dark gods. ”

"The same cultivators, how can those who cultivate holy power, fighting spirit, and magic power be able to walk on the continent in a grand manner, and gain the treatment of nobles, the respect of commoners, and the hearts of young girls, while those of us who cultivate the power of darkness, even if we have never done any evil things, can only hide and hide like rats crossing the street, and even be burned at the stake?"

"You say, is it us or the world that is wrong?" Shahril asked as he turned to Lothar.

Lothar thought for a while, and said helplessly: "Lord Shalir, I don't know. ”

"yes, of course you don't." Shahril nodded: "Because you and I are not the same kind of people in the first place. ”

Pastor Lothar smiled awkwardly, trying to shift the heavy topic away, "Lord Shahril, actually—"

Pastor Lothar was halfway through this sentence when he suddenly lost his words.

It's not that he doesn't want to finish the sentence, but because he simply can't continue to say it.

A fist-sized bloody hole suddenly appeared in Pastor Lothar's chest, and his heart was missing for some time.

In fact, it was not missing, the heart just suddenly passed from the chest of the priest of Lothar to the hand of a man.

Shahrir's heart, which belonged to the priest of Lothar, was still pounding.

"You know what?" Shahril inside the cloak suddenly let out a bloodthirsty laugh, and gently reached out and pinched Pastor Lothar's heart: "Not every believer of the dark sect will be stupid enough to believe your words without reservation, you used this method of deliberately leaking information to kill Sandru and his entire team before, do you think I will be fooled by you like Sandru?" ”

Sandru in Shahrir's mouth is the dark wizard who led his men in an ambush in the alley and nearly killed Leo.

Lothar opened his mouth, but no words came out of the priest's mouth, and his body fell to the ground heavily, blood gushing out of the hole in his chest and seeping into the magic lines of the magic circle on the ground.

A thick black aura rose from the circle and filled the room.

After joining the blood of Priest Lothar, the entire magic circle was finally completed.

"Good." Shahril nodded in satisfaction, and let out a cruel laugh, "It's time to teach those damned Church of Light believers and stupid civilians out there a lesson to remember." ”