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"Leave it alone." Russ shook his head and said with a serious face, "Let's split the next thing." ”

"How?" Zuston knew it well, but he had no chance to refute it until he let Russ say it himself.

"You two go save people, I'll ......," he said, lowered his head and whispered, "I have something to solve on my own......"

"Zuston, you go to the dungeon alone, and I'll accompany Russ up." Richter winked at Zuston and said pretentiously.

"Okay, okay." Zuston shrugged helplessly.

"You ......" Despite the fact that the two of them decided everything on their own, Russ knew that he was the more worrying being than Zuston.

A place full of memories, whether the memories are happy or not, but as long as a person has feelings, he is not calm enough.

Especially in the face of the existence of the royal knight level, the slightest carelessness or impulse will doom everything.

"Okay." Russ smiled and gladly accepted the pair's decision.

"But Zuston, the person who can make Sister Yakumo care so much, the temple should be guarded with the highest standard." Russ was well aware of the Temple's habits, and although eight years had passed, perhaps the pattern had changed, at least, there could be no change in the specifications. "In the dungeon, there will be at least 4 paladins, 20 Templars, 100 guardian knights......"

Before Russ could finish speaking, Zuston smiled, "That's the Rush Mode?" ”

"Do you want Juston to fight the mobs and level up before facing the rhythm of the boss? I guess those paladins will be quite strong. "Richter pretended to be 'scary to think about'.

The three of them were relaxed on the surface, but they didn't dare to think so in their hearts. The three of them were already standing at the temple gate and joking, but they were strangely calm.

"Are they going to fight us?" Russ muttered under his breath.

"it, go ahead." Richter exclaimed.

Nodding, Zuston pushed the door open, and the three of them rushed in their respective directions.

When the trio vanished, Anglas walked from the outside of the temple. He deliberately avoided the three of them, on the one hand, knowing that he would never have the slightest chance, not even a chance to send a message.

On the other hand, they do not think it is necessary to stop it. Maybe you can't be a big person who can change the world in your life. But, at least, I want to witness a change in this world.

Maybe it's not necessarily a good thing, but these young people, I don't know why, Anglas intuitively believes them from the bottom of his heart.

However, despite desperately trying to hide his aura, how could he escape the keen sensibilities of the three of them? Zuston knew, Russ knew, Richter knew, but no one broke it.

Even Barres André may be well aware that these days will usher in the greatest crisis in the Temple's millennia of history. He made the decision to deliberately leave Anglas alone in guarding the gates of the Temple.

All of this is like a chess game that does not know the situation. And who is playing this game of chess behind the scenes?

Concealing his aura along the way, Richter followed Russ's impressions to Barres André's sanctuary. Located in the Temple, the highest place in the world, the church where the archbishop prays to the Lord on weekdays.

The closest place to the sky in the world, where there will be a fierce battle regardless of the outcome of the negotiations.

Along the way, Richter was ready to put anyone to sleep as quickly as possible, at least to get Russ to the final swing staircase. However, the calm along the way can be depressing.

The tranquility before the mountain rain is about to come, and it feels dull that it is difficult to breathe.

The spiral staircase leading to the sanctuary became much more dull with each step they crossed. Every step of the way is very difficult.

The two understood, and the other already knew about their arrival. In this case, Richter no longer conceals his breath, allowing the two breaths to collide violently in the air, invisible to the naked eye.

Zuston, on the other hand, scratched his head and muttered to himself, "What is the direction of the dungeon, why can't I find the entrance to the basement?" ”

Looking back at Zuston's coming, countless guardian knights in gray armor fainted on the ground in various unsightly postures.

At first, Zuston was also stealthy and wandered around, and after a while, he remembered that he didn't know the route. In desperation, I remembered that Russ had said that he would face the other party's highest level of response.

Suddenly, a ghost idea flashed through my mind, as long as the most people enter the state of preparation, the direction should be the right direction, right? With this thought in mind, Zuston released his breath to sense the other party.

The truth was not as rosy as imagined, and the release of his breath made Zuston very helpless. No matter what direction, there are many people who have entered a state of readiness, although they want to desperately hide their breath, but unfortunately, that little means are not enough in front of Zuston, imperfect concealment, and also leak a trace of the will to fight, Zuston understands that the other party has already estimated the arrival of today.

It doesn't seem to be as simple as it seems. Zuston thought, and then picked a random direction and walked off.

If those who had fallen knew that they had indeed received an order to prepare for war, they would have thought that it would be a battle to defend justice, but their own fall was nothing more than that young man who had lost his way and chose his own direction at will, and was afraid that he would cry and laugh.

This was the third time Zuston had picked the direction, and looking at the countless people in the passage, Zuston scratched his head a little embarrassedly and asked, "That...... Can anyone tell me where the dungeon is headed......"

Several Templars leading the Guardian Knights stood at the forefront, facing Zuston. Suddenly, he drew his knight's sword and shouted, "Defend the Temple!" It's time to practice chivalry! ”

Zuston had heard these words countless times, and at this time he really couldn't put on a good face, and said to himself helplessly: "Faith is really crazy......

Seeing this outcome, many people may make assumptions such as "the battle is fierce" or "the temple is facing a great tribulation for a thousand years."

However, the reality is always cruel. The battle was not fierce at all, it was not even a big difficulty, no one lost their lives, but the various postures were really unsightly.

The battle ended almost instantly, and everyone had a knife on their necks. No one could see Zuston clearly, and even the action of falling was almost simultaneous, and no one could react before it was over.

Zuston twisted his hand, looked back at the countless fainting knights, and smacked his tongue.

Actually, they are all respectable people. Zuston thought to himself and said to himself: "Although fanatical religious belief is a prerequisite for world peace, do these people really have freedom?" ”

Zuston didn't know whether to sigh or sigh, and walked straight to the unknown.

The two stood in the center of the sanctuary, back to back. Russ really didn't think it would be so tricky today.

The two paladins confronted Richter, but Russ himself faced the supreme leader of the Templars, Barres André.

"Child......" Barres looked at Russ like a kind elder.

"I'll go first when I find an opportunity." The two whispered in unison to the person behind them.

"Forget it, don't go. Let's go. Richter was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said loudly.

As soon as the words fell, the two separated, each rushing towards their opponents.

Richter was watching his right hand grip on the hilt of the knife, getting closer and closer. Over the years, the Templars have collected no less information about the 'ironyoffate' people, and because the Templars have always preferred to overestimate their opponents, no one may be better than a paladin.

So, face it with two paladins, first be invincible, and then act at the opportunity.

I thought it would become a confrontation in a short period of time, but things didn't go the way I expected.

The two paladins didn't understand, and maybe never understood in their hearts.

I don't understand why in this situation, the young man on the other side dares to take the initiative to attack. What's behind him?

Despite their doubts, they would not hesitate to trespass on the temple. Purifying everything is the creed.

Richter stared closer and closer in front of him, and the two knights' swords formed a sword curtain, a sword curtain without the slightest space to strike.

The two paladins on the other hand, they do have the ability to seal all their gaps.

However, despite the fact that Richter was full of gaps at this time, it seemed that every gap could kill him. But the knife in Richter's hand gave them a feeling that they couldn't start.

Time is getting closer and closer, and maybe the two of them can break the deadlock by shooting together. However, in the face of the threat of death, how many people can face it calmly?

The first person to strike will be the knife opposite, a thunderbolt that does not make sense.

Without self-confidence, no one has the confidence to accurately block the earth-shattering sword, so they can only pull out the knight's sword and defend first.

Richter knew very well that this place was always the base camp of the other party, and that delaying time was by no means a truly rational decision, and that only by striking first could there be a glimmer of hope.

It is absolutely impossible for the other party to start at will, and instead of confronting the other party to the death, it is better to take the risk of breaking the deadlock.

Richter made a move, and it seems that it was not Richter himself who pulled out the knife at all, but the scabbard forced the knife out, and it was so fast that people were at a loss.

Richter didn't choose a particular angle to attack, he knew that there was no gap in the opponent's sword curtain.

Since it doesn't make the slightest sense to move from any direction, there is no need to choose.

Two knight swords, right in front of them blocked the earth-shattering sword. The burst of power from the moment the scabbard was drawn made both of their hands tremble.

The paladin on the left did not leave a gap, and with a flip of his right hand holding the sword, the sword formed a provocative attack on Richter from below.

Richter was frightened, but there was no way to deal with it. One sword is confronting itself with its strength, while the other sword is attacking its own corner.

There was not enough time to think about it, so Richter turned his heart sideways, gritted his teeth, and kicked the other man's hand.

It did block the opponent's attack, but the power was temporarily unbalanced, the opponent seized the opportunity, the sword injured his right shoulder, Richter did not hesitate any longer, with the reaction force of the kick to the opponent's hand, the sword blade dragged over the shoulder, Richter endured the pain and left the battle.

The two paladins did not pursue, and their usual caution made them just stand there and stare at Richter.

In particular, an opponent such as 'ironyoffate', which surprises both in reaction and strategy, must not pursue it until it has seen the opponent's condition clearly.

Even if there was still a trace of blood on the blade, Richter's extraordinary reaction and instantaneous determination just now made them have to regard the other party as a rare and formidable enemy in their lives.

"I said that one day, I would come back and tell you what the rules of knighthood are!" Russ said angrily, but the sword in his hand did not stop.

Each sword struck Barres at an uncanny angle, and Barres showed agility that didn't match his appearance.

Russ knew very well that Barres was not without the power to fight back, but was just observing Russ's actions, and by the way, he first consumed Russ's physical strength, which was the most basic way of fighting in the Temple.

However, having maintained this way for quite some time, Barres did not see through Russ's fighting habits.

Russ is only the simplest: stabbing, chopping, chopping, picking, and other most basic methods of making a sword, relying only on pure reaction, without the slightest regularity.

Bares revealed a different gap after each dodge, but even if it was the same gap, Russ would not choose the same way of attacking, and would launch an unbelievable attack from a different angle every time.

Zero-distance thrust, slashing knowing that it can't be done, what is Russ thinking in his heart?

Russ knew very well what Barres wanted, and no matter who in the world, there were certain habits and rules to be found. So, on the surface, there are a lot of gaps to start with, but in reality Russ doesn't have any options.

Although Barres can't get Russ's battle mode, as long as Russ continues to attack like this, his physical strength and concentration will soon be unable to keep up, and he can be regarded as getting the desired result.

Suddenly, at this moment, Russ's sword thrust and then flipped his wrist, and it was such an unexpected blow that it cut through Bares's white robes.

It's not that Barres is inattentive, it's not that it's coming from some strange angle, it's just that he suddenly took a step forward when he stabbed at zero distance from the front, and took an extra step without any defense.

Although everyone understands that the enemy is always behind the position you are witnessing. But no one dares to do this, one more step is a gamble that puts everything at once.

Who doesn't know if they will win if they take another step forward, or if they will enter the realm of death, let alone in a defenseless posture? Who would dare to think so? No.

Rao was Barres quick enough that his sword could cut through the robes.

“tofeargodandmaintainhischurch

toservetheliegelordinvalourandfaith”

"Come, it's time to defend the Church of the Lord in which you believe in," Russ pointed his sword at Barres and said firmly, "I will subvert it." ”

"And what about after the subversion?" Barres stroked his robe and looked at Russ with a smile: "Let the world return to troubled times?" ”

Russ couldn't answer, just stared at Barres.

Yes, does it really make sense to break the status quo of happiness for everyone in the world for the sake of yourself? What was your past self? What kind of existence is your self today?

Barres didn't take advantage of Russ's distraction to attack, just smiled and looked at Russ.

In a bustling city, people come and go. One may marvel at the wealth of the owner of a manor house, but life does not allow for too much attention.

In the backyard of the mansion, a delicate woman feeds the animals. The woman had a big smile on her face as she watched the animals compete for food.

Simple and simple life, who would have thought that this seemingly ordinary manor was the residence of the former saint - Dream Palace.

Yakumo Xihong stood outside the manor, looking at the huge manor in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

Many men and passers-by marveled at the beauty of Yakumo Sunset, but due to the pressure of life, no one stopped.

There's nothing wrong with working hard for life. The justice in my heart when I was young has long been wiped out by time.

There is only one body left, and every day, like a walking corpse, lives a repetitive life.

Work, call it a day, rest, keep repeating. How many people still hold on to their faith and the dreams of their innocence in their hearts? Perhaps, only children are left, who have not experienced the cruel baptism of the world, and still have dreams.

"Sister...... "One child carefully tugged at the hem of Yakumo's skirt with his seemingly clean fingers.

He had never seen such a luxurious costume, but whether it was luxurious or not, the result of soiling someone else's clothes and having no money to pay for it was still imprinted on his body.

The child knows that he or she may be rejected for doing so. But my mother taught that when you see someone in trouble, try to do your best to help others, whether it is others or yourself, and you will be happy.

Even though the mother is gone, the child still sees it as a creed.

"Huh?" Yakumo Xihong looked down at the child indifferently, and the child couldn't help but take a step back.

"That, my sister is fine...... "Despite being disgusted countless times, disgusted eyes are not uncommon for children. But this is the first time I have seen such a face, and the child can't help but be afraid.

"It's okay, kid." Yakumo smiled and took a step forward, squatting down so that the child could look at himself at eye level.

"Thank you." Yakumo Xihong pulled up her sleeves and gently wiped the stains on the child's face.

The child had never seen such a beautiful and gentle person, and that luxurious costume, so he immediately took a step back and lowered his head, not daring to look at Yakumo Xihong, let alone staining other people's clothes.

"Well, I'm leaving, my sister is still waiting for me to bring food back......" The child whispered, and turned around to leave.

Yakumo Xihong took the child's hand, smiled and said softly, "Tell my sister what your name is, okay?" ”

Yakumo did not ask the child's family, she did not think that such was necessary.

From the child's tattered clothes, the scars hidden behind the stains on his face, and the child's expression, she was already told what she needed to know.

Yakumo Xihong doesn't care about the problem of clothes, for Yakumo Xihong, clothes are just a necessary thing to go out, compared to it, what makes people care more about the child's heart.

"Mom said that the name is just a title, and you shouldn't ask for anything in return for helping others, not to mention that I didn't help my sister anything." The child was not timid at this time, and looked at Yakumo Xihong seriously.

"Besides, sister, don't look at me like this, I am determined to become a knight, and in the future, everyone's smile and happiness will be guarded by me!" The child said firmly.

Yakumo Xihong smiled and said gently: "Sister believes that you may also become a royal knight in the future." ”

Yakumo Yuhong didn't say anything, there was no need to shatter a child's dreams. Just like when I was younger, I said the same thing, and the gentle big sister just stroked her hair.

"Okay sister, I'm leaving!" As if feeling embarrassed, the child blushed and bowed his head.

"Well, don't give up, my sister believes that you will definitely fulfill your wish." Yakumo Xihong stuffed some money into the child's pocket with a very fast move, touched the child's face and smiled.

"Definitely, I will protect my sister's smile in the future!" After running a few meters away, the child turned around and said loudly, and the sound made passers-by stop.

Yakumo Xihong smiled and waved to the child, this was just a little episode, but thanks to this episode, Yakumo Xihong's heart also calmed down.

Until the child disappeared from his eyes, Yakumo Xihong took a deep breath and walked into the manor.

In the huge mansion, a handsome man stood in the study and looked out, watching a graceful woman slowly approaching the mansion.

The man knew who that person was, and he knew what this person's presence meant. The man put down the book in his hand.

Yakumo Yuhong stood at the door of the mansion, did not ring the doorbell or knock on the door, just waited quietly.

After a while, the door opened, and she was greeted by a beautiful woman, Noah H. Typais.

"You're back." Noah said with a smile.

"I'm not the kid I used to be." Yakumo Xihong didn't walk into the mansion, but just stood at the door and said, "What do you think I'm going to come back in?" ”

"Isn't it okay for Yakumo Family's Xiao Xihong?" The woman's age doesn't seem to be older than Yakumo Xihong, but her tone is like an elder caring for her juniors.

"And what should I call you?" It was this sister in front of her who gently stroked her hair back then, saying that she would one day become one of the royal knights.

Yakumo Xihong really didn't want to be disrespectful to her, but she was one of the thirteen royal knights, the guardian of the Holy Maiden, and the inheritor of the Holy Emblem of the Phantom - Noah Hey Typais.

"The Holy Maiden said, let the children grow up freely, and do not impose any will." Noah was not angry, still smiling: "Sister will not force you." ”

"Why......" Yakumo Yuhong didn't know what expression to use to face it. Why don't you protect your mother......"

However, no matter how much she didn't want to believe it, the fact was that as a guardian, she was holding Yakumo Xihong, who was just a child back then, and could only watch the saint die.

"His Royal Highness the Little Prince is now ...... Are you alright......" Noah was sad for the first time, and was silent for a long time before whispering.

"I know my mother's decision can't be wrong." Yakumo Xihong forcibly endured sadness and said in a deep voice: "I will let him live freely." ”

Isn't there a way to get the best of both worlds? Does someone have to die? Noah couldn't bear it, but at this time, she couldn't say anything.

"Yakumo Xihong, do you really want to exchange the world for that bit of freedom?" Noah thought for a long time before she said in a deep voice.

"I know what my mother's sacrifice was for." Yakumo Xihong didn't want to admit it in her heart, but she had to admit it: "Could it be that we, as the Thirteen Knights of the Royal Family, can we make decisions on their behalf on the grounds of protecting the world?" ”

"Sunset...... In this world, there can be no absolute freedom...... We have no choice...... "Noah wanted to call that name again, but pressed the thought in her heart.

"Right now, they're in the temple, and if you really don't want to, I'll never force you." Yakumo Xihong said calmly: "But I hope that since you believed in your mother back then, you can continue to believe it today." ”

With that, Yakumo turned around and left without waiting for a response.