For some, the journey is extremely long and difficult. I've been hinted at before, just go hand in hand. It's just that although he promised happily, his competitive spirit became stronger.

In fact, some people and things are far less exciting than the rumors, which may be one of the few gains after joining the gatekeeper. They have learned to rethink and try to discern the rumored truth from the false. Like, are gatekeepers really the most fanatical believers?

Maybe it's a misunderstanding of fanaticism, but gatekeepers are definitely the most cautious of people. No matter the occasion, no matter how warm the atmosphere is, there's always a hint of clarity, at least until they join in.

Inheritance, a legacy that belongs exclusively to the gatekeepers, they have not been deeply exposed to it so far. Needless to say, this must have been some kind of agreement between the elders in private. Fortunately, the experience accumulated from those life-and-death battles is not reserved.

Of course, after being together for a long time, we can still piece together some things. For example, the children of the gatekeepers will be sent to the swarm for a period of time at a very young age, saying that they will learn to compete with wild beasts for food. Thinking back to the huge scars on the bodies of their childhood friends, well, that's at least an answer, though not what they wanted.

Actually, they'd love to go to the swarm and experience it. Unfortunately, it really doesn't work. If it weren't for someone to lead them, it would be difficult for them to even get close. As rumored, the biters see the gatekeepers as one of their own.

It's amazing! The swarm always remembers them.

After a walk around the periphery of the swarm, he was brought back again. As for fighting for food with wild beasts, it can only be dreams and regrets to keep.

There are many such dreams and regrets, and I don't know when they will be realized. It can't be said that all of them are regrets, at least compared to the promotion of the sacrifice, the gatekeeper's side is much simpler.

When wearing shiny armor, it is still very rewarding to stand in front of your former companions. Look, brother, I'm a gatekeeper now, no apprenticeship, no beginners, and no other annoying prefixes. Uh, it's a little bit more than the number of beatings, so please ignore the bruises on my face for now. You, as the son of the gatekeeper, can you tell me some inside information about the little sacrifice now?

The usual answer, I really want to tell you, but your mom (or your dad won't let you). Don't squint at me, you've only been beaten for a few days, and you want to do it with me......

Alas, the child of the sacrifice became the gatekeeper, and the child of the gatekeeper became the sacrifice, and this is probably what it looks like. Sometimes it's interesting to think about the new generation of gatekeepers with a complete sacrificial lineage, well, and the rituals with the gatekeeper lineage. Is there something wrong?

Like now, is there something wrong......

Why did the carol, the prayer not know itself? There was a tacit agreement that when the chant was in the light, the night sacrifice turned into a low chant, and vice versa.

......

How can a sacrificial child have a prayer they don't know, and how can a gatekeeper, the most pious warrior under the command of Light, sing the same hymn with his opponent?

It's not right, it must be that they have overlooked something, that they have missed something.

At that time, no matter which god my fathers worshipped, they all had a common adversary, which could only be understood but not spoken. And this kind of antagonistic relationship has continued to this day. So, a group of people chased and beat around the night sacrifice, and they were powerless to fight back, so that they lost people and land, and finally only a small number of people remained.

However, from another angle? Was it this small group of people who resisted the encirclement of the crowd? What made them suddenly open up was the tremendous pressure they were experiencing. They had the illusion that they were carrying the Night Sacrifice on their shoulders, and that the path they were on was no longer completely under their control.

Fortunately, the road has become a little more difficult, but at least it can be walked......

At the moment when they were about to overtake, the shadows under their feet suddenly came to life and grabbed them alive. Of course, it's not everyone, it's just the young people.

Isn't that bullying?

Of course, no one thought so when they were first caught, so the glow lit up instantly, and they were ready to continue the glory of their fathers. They seem to have forgotten that none of their fathers had ever mentioned the word head-to-head. There were even people who told them to maintain the respect they deserved, after all, there was that person over there. A man who can be considered the first sacrifice, the great sacrifice, and the bishop. It's just that in that fight that lasted for years, she didn't win.

Yes, she didn't win, so the winner speaks for itself. No one told the children that many of the prayers, many of the words of the mission, were from the Night Sacrifice side, and that they were only later borrowers. No one told the children that there were many places in the canons and histories that their high priest Mera was compiling were reproducing that man's statement, but with some additions, subtractions, and rhetoric, so as to apply them more to their own.

If they were willing to pay a little attention to the old priests who accompanied the team, they might be able to find clues. From the time I saw the night sacrifice, from the time I saw that person, I subconsciously cleaned up my clothes, and I didn't dare to be careless. That's how it behaves when facing a great enemy, even the leader of the gatekeepers, Ryo.

Unfortunately, their attention turned to curiosity, and they only peeked at the night sacrifice and of course the legendary figure.

A simple group of people, a simple character, nothing special about it. Or that there is no attractive, maverick temperament. If there is a difference, then this group of people is like a shadow, without much weight, and of course there is no sense of existence, so it cannot make people feel threatened.

Until the glow came up, until the shadow became rich with the glow, they felt the weight of the shadow. The shadow of oneself, the shadow of the snow, the shadow of the forest, and the ...... of the mountains

Oh no!

The shadows of the mountains didn't join in, but they could already feel the momentum that was about to move. There was a mountain-like majesty in that trending trend, and they were about to breathe......