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Seeing that the knight who had infiltrated the church had not heard from him for a long time, Xia Lan's heart gradually began to be restless, first, worried about whether something had happened to the other party, and second, worried about the pursuit of the members behind Casal after the break.

Although his intellect and instinct told him that this place was not suitable for long, but with the heavy responsibility of Mommer's advice, he could not have left the church at will without finding out what was going on, sacrificing three of his companions, overcoming many obstacles, and having a reason to retreat?

Time passed slowly like sand in your hand, except for the sound of the wind, everything was dark, and the magnificent church of Baria was as dead and silent as before, compared to the past, there were no patrolling church guards, no worshippers, no choir melodious singing, everything was so strange and distant.

Wiping the long sword in his hand, Xia Lan silently walked out of the hidden corner, all the way to the direction of the church door, just a moment, the figures of other knights continued to appear behind him, facing a dilemma, knowing that the road ahead was dead, but he resolutely chose to take the risk.

Enough of waiting, enough of hesitating.

The impulse of the moment is like that of a young man full of enthusiasm, completely deviating from his style.

But only Xia Lan himself knew that what he wanted was nothing more than an answer.

Even if the answer means death.

Xia Lan is no stranger to death, when you have experienced the taste of death more than once or twice, you will understand that death is not terrible, what is terrible is meaningless death.

Since borrowing the corpse to resurrect her soul, Xia Lan, who has been reborn, has experienced despair, felt ordinary, and her mentality is no longer extreme and crazy, and she can't talk about the indifference of seeing through the red dust, and she has finally found a little true self alive.

Although the confusion of personality collapse still haunts his soul, sooner or later he will find his own path in life.

It was the afternoon, the autumn sun poured through the painted glass windows of the church and poured dappled colors, stepping in the quiet long hall, only the slight footsteps echoed in the ears, and the church personnel who could be seen everywhere on weekdays seemed to have disappeared mysteriously, and no one knew their traces.

To be on the safe side, Xia Lan did not disperse the personnel to investigate, but walked towards the living room together.

As he passed the chapel, a knight suddenly stopped, frowning and staring at the chapel with its doors and windows closed.

"Saylor?"

His companion patted him on the shoulder, confused.

"I smell blood from the chapel."

Knight Sailer's words caused everyone to stop in unison.

His companions who know him well know that he has a keen sense of smell and can often spot things that are not easily noticeable to ordinary people.

"I'll scout, you cover me."

One of the knights volunteered to stand up.

He half-bowed his waist, tiptoed towards the door of the chapel with a short sword in his hand, and when he didn't notice anything unusual, he immediately raised his foot and kicked the door open, and then subconsciously took a step back.

"It's ......"

Suddenly, a strong smell of blood hit the face, filling everyone's snorts.

Xia Lan quickly stepped forward, and when he saw the scene in the chapel, he knew why the knight who kicked the door was stunned.

In the large chapel, in the orderly row of seats, people dressed in church attire sat on the central platform, and on the central platform hung an erected blackboard depicting a picture of the crucifixion of the saints in colorful ink, which permeated a chilling feeling under the dark tones of the lack of light.

Walking in the aisles of the chapel, Charan carefully examined everyone, and then he noticed that there was a bloody hole in the hearts of these lifeless church members, and all the hearts in the bloody hole were missing.

"Are these heretics poisoning?"

A knight trembled slightly, gritting his teeth.

"Perhaps we should be glad that the bodies of Lord Bishop and Hyde were not found here." A knight who had also observed all the corpses sighed.

Xia Lan stood silently in front of the painting on the stage, he did not know how to appreciate art, no matter how vivid this painting of the crucifixion of the saint was, he could not infect himself.

"Is there this painting in the church of Valia?"

"Nope!" One of the knights responded. "I've been to the church of Baria many times, but I've never found this painting."

Charan splashed her finger on the painting and gently brushed it, then put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it.

"There was a smell of blood in the paint, the blood had not completely dried up, and it seemed that this was a recently completed painting."

"Could it be that the heretics are deliberately humiliating the Templars?" Some knights said indignantly.

"I don't know, but ......"

Before he finished speaking, Xia Lan raised his hand and slashed at the painting in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, the blackboard carrying the painting broke in two and fell.

Then, in the midst of the disbelief of the crowd, they saw the familiar Lord Bishop nailed to the wall behind him with his hands and feet, his head hanging down, his eyes gouged out, and his pale face with the look of horror before death.

"We're late after all......"

Xia Lan shook her head and sighed.

"How could it be! How so!? ”

Some of the knights, who couldn't accept reality, roared angrily.

"If nothing else, I'm afraid Hyde and they will be more than lucky!" Charland Road.

"Who can assassinate them silently? Or is it that the bishops' killers are still in the church? ”

"Are you talking about these two bugs?"

The man who answered the question of the knight came from outside the door of the chapel, a voice unknown to all.

Bang bang -

With two soft sounds, under the vigilance of everyone, two twisted corpses were still in front of their eyes, and the corpses themselves were Hyde and Ban, who were staring at each other with dead eyes.

"Heretics die!"

Before Xia Lan could see the appearance of the outsiders in the chapel, the knight closest to the other party had already rushed forward with a sword in a rage!

Seeing that the long sword was about to fall on top of his head, he just glanced sideways, and the knight suddenly remained motionless as if he had been immobilized.

"I didn't want to kill you, but unfortunately, who let you break in."

The other party showed a penetrating sneer, and before everyone could react, the hand he reached out to the knight in front of him had already retracted, and in his open palm, there was a bright red heart that was still beating.

Bang -

With a slight pinch, the bursting heart splattered with blood, and the knight in front of him fell with a bang.

"Owen!!"

A cry of grief and indignation came from the mouths of the knights.

But Xia Lan's eyelids jumped and stuck to the corner of the wall.

The law is strong, the absolute realm.

In the face of the mysterious appearance of the enemy, Xia Lan knew that the gap in strength between them was like a chasm, even if everyone joined forces, it was impossible to defeat each other, at this time, the only thing he thought of was to escape.

He's right, why did they come in at their own death?

Could it be that Xia Lan could answer for the sake of his companions? For the sake of self-seeking answers?

Now, he did find the answer.

From the meaning revealed by the other party, it seems that the main messenger behind the scenes does not want to kill them all, otherwise he would have made a move before they broke into the church, so why wait until now? Is it a trick of cat and mouse? Or is there something else?

This matter is put aside for the time being, and it is imperative that he get out of here.

The ten-person team that followed at the beginning is now only four people left, and now there are only four people left, and they are about to be destroyed, and who is the tragedy among them.

"Green! I'll leave it to us, and you must live to bring back the events that have happened in the church to Lord Momer! ”

This was the second farewell given to him by the knights.

Selfless sacrifice and dedication, fearless courage and resoluteness.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Treasure! ”

Xia Lan did not hesitate at all, and directly broke through the wall.

On the way to escape, he had an unspeakable feeling in his heart, after all, he single-handedly brought everyone to death, and in the end, it was everyone who escorted him away with their lives. I knew that at the beginning, why bother, regret is useless, and there will always be regrets on the road of self-choice.

Beyond the long hall, rush out of the arch and return to the square.

There was one man who had been waiting for a long time.

"I said, you can't get by."

Si El leisurely stopped Xia Lan's way, as if he had expected this to happen.

"You're the only one?"

Xia Lan took a deep breath and said with a solemn face.

"You may think too highly of yourself, and you are a nobody, so why do you need to work hard." Sair chuckled.

"You didn't take us into account all the time?"

Xia Lan clenched his long sword path.

"Or else? Even if Mommer himself was there, I am afraid that it would not attract the attention of that adult. "Sairdo." We are all small people who can't be on the stage, and some small things are naturally solved by ourselves. ”

“……”

Xia Lan was silent for a moment.

"You will die by my sword."

"Why can't it be you?"

"The people who stand in the audience will never know the mentality of standing on the stage."

"You're ridiculous."

"I'm not ridiculous, because you never knew me."

"Leave our differences to the sword, and it will tell us who the ridiculous ones are."

Xia Lan raised her hand wearing the void ring, and a long sword glowing with blue light appeared in her hand.

"I forgot to tell you that I have two swords."

"Inscription Sword?! Nice loot. Sair raised a frown.

Sword Domain

The battle unfolded in silence, and the confrontation began in silence.

The mind is immersed in the extreme meaning of the sword, and the mind image embodies the realm of the sword dominated by the self.

Everything is nothing.

The Sword Saint, a strong enemy of the sword.

Si El looked at Xia Lan, who was behaving strangely, with a strange expression, and saw that after he put on a fighting stance, he closed his eyes and stood still, as if his body and mind were in an indescribable mental state.

However, the battle is decided by strength, and self-deception and pretending to be a ghost are undoubtedly self-defeating.

Draw your sword and thrust.

Two simple movements, but the perfect combination of force and speed.

In an instant, his sword, his man, had appeared in front of Xia Lan.

When the sword blade was only an inch away from him, Xia Lan suddenly opened his eyes, and the whole person disappeared between heaven and earth, only a crisscrossing sword qi shone with a thousand rays of light. (To be continued.) )