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The Holy Burial has come to an end, to the point where everything is perfect. In Zhang Xiaojian's opinion, everything today is much better than he imagined, and those people in the Wang family have all been shocked until now. Of course, the success of all this is indispensable to the precise calculation of the main soul, although Zhang Xiaojian is not sure of the main soul's thoughts now, but he can be sure of one thing, that is, as long as everything is based on the interests of the main soul.

On the square, the huge and solemn statue of the god emitted a little golden light, which was holy light. This statue has been lit by Tu Luo himself, that is, the consecration of Buddhism and Taoism, and already has a trace of divine power and divine power. As long as the believers worship for a long time absorb the power of faith that overflows when the believers pray, the liliang possessed by this idol will become stronger and stronger.

There is also a trace of Tulo's will in the idol, which gives it even more powerful power. If there are enough believers, a realm of faith can be formed, in which believers will be rewarded in all respects, and the enemy will be suppressed.

In front of the statue were twelve young men and girls in knightly armor, who were none other than the Church's Twelve Dark Horsemen. It's just that the number of the twelve dark cavalry regiments has not reached the number of a regiment, which takes time to lay the foundation, and not all believers are suitable to become a dark horse, as the most powerful liliang of the church, the qualification requirements must be very strict, which also greatly restricts the expansion of the dark cavalry.

Of course, according to Zhang Xiaojian's idea, the Dark Knights are only the twelve regiments where the most elite knights of the church are concentrated, and an ordinary knight group must be established in the future for the purpose of the church's conquest.

"Will you take an oath under the witness of our Lord?" Zhang Xiaojian is in the process of a holy burial zuihou item, review.

Gu Yuan, as the leader of the Twelve Dark Horsemen, naturally took the lead in taking the oath. He stepped forward, and now he was different from two years ago, his thin face and short body were now handsome and tall, like a resolute prince.

He raised the holy sword in his hand and solemnly swore to the statue of Tuluo behind Zhang Xiaojian, "I am willing to swear an oath under the witness of Tuluo, the master of my lord's destiny, to defend every temple of my lord to the death, and to protect every believer of my lord......"

Immediately after that, the other riders followed and took the oath.

Zhang Xiaojian nodded with a smile, he obviously felt that their oath was definitely from the bottom of his heart, and there was no lie in it, if any one of them spoke, then he would have telepathy, and he would be able to know it clearly the moment the other party took the oath.

If anyone takes a false oath, the consequence is blasphemy, and he will be burned at the stake, burned by the fire, reduced to a pile of ashes, and his soul will be thrown into the netherworld, where he will not be able to turn over, and will suffer forever in the netherworld purgatory.

"I bestow upon you the honor of being the Pope of the Supreme Destiny Lord Tulo!" Zhang Xiaojian beckoned, and one after another holy light fell from the sky and fell on the bodies of the hundreds of dark riders, each of whom was bathed in the holy light, thus baptizing.

Zhang Xiaojian saw that the dark riders were all in a state of half-epiphany and half-contemplation, and he no longer bothered, and sent someone to carry them away, and after they woke up from a good night's sleep, their strength would definitely break through, because the liliang of the dark rider also came to the god of Tulo, and after the holy burial, their belief in Tuluo became more and more pious, and of course they could break through the current strength.

Tens of thousands of worshippers in the square split into two groups and split a passage that led to the statue.

"When a great and devout believer died, the god Tulo, in mercy, sent down an oracle to give him a holy burial, and his name will be recorded in the holy scriptures for eternity." Zhang Xiaojian shouted Zuihou's words of thanks, and at this moment, a voice came out.

The referee Hu Yin was wearing this grand purple robe at this time, exuding this amazing momentum, the momentum was like a rainbow, with a hint of majesty between the words, but his face looked respectful.

"Your Majesty, my god has come down and resurrected the judges, but those who blaspheme my god will be severely punished, and no one will be spared, otherwise this is disrespect to my god, and this is something that is not allowed to appear!" Referee Hu Yin said loudly.

His words left everyone wondering what the chief inquisition wanted to do to prevent His Holiness from finishing the crown.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Hu Yin in surprise, of course he knew that the current Hu Yin was different from the past, serving as the chief referee, not to mention that the other party was still a fanatic, so Zhang Xiaojian was very impressed by him, and the other party was also the first fanatic believer of his main soul, which made Zhang Xiaojian even more unforgettable.

"Bring it on!" Hu Yin drank solemnly, and after a while, the two Fakong and Chang Shan, who were bound by chains, were brought up, among which Fakong disagreed, and his face was still that angry look, but Chang Shan was different, as soon as he saw Zhang Xiaojian so obedient to the fierce god of the referee Hu Yin, he immediately cried bitterly, wanting to ask for the other party's forgiveness.

For Chang Shan, he is just a mortal body, how can he withstand the murderous punishment methods in Hu Yin's hands, although he has not collapsed, but in fact it is not far from collapse.

After a while, Zhang Xiaojian remembered that there was really such a thing, the main soul had subdued the mind of a Buddha from the outer universe in Wudong City not long ago, and it was Fakong at this time.

Zhang Xiaojian sneered, waved his robe, turned to face the idol, and after a long time, his right hand was raised, "The blasphemer will be burned at the stake and perish under the holy fire!" ”

Fakong didn't think so, but Chang Shan had a frightened look on his face, he only realized what life was worse than death on the way back to the holy mountain after he was sealed, but he still wouldn't give up his life, so he begged the other party, but he didn't know that Zuihou's end was to be burned to death. He panicked, he had just seen the so-called God, and he was even more afraid. If there were no gods, he wouldn't be like this, but since there is a god in this shijie, it is not a lie that his soul has been burning in the fire for thousands of years.

As soon as Zhang Xiaojian's words fell, the clouds in the sky cracked two large mouths, and two crosses fell from the sky and plunged straight into front of the statue.

Next is the referee Hu Yin to announce the other party's crime.

"Fakong monk pseudo-Buddha, blasphemy! Felonies are given to be burned at the stake! ”

After the referee Hu Yin finished reading one, he continued to read: "Chang Shan killed three judges!" Sentenced to be burned at the stake! ”

Then Hu Yin told some general information, of course, it was retouched, otherwise it would not have achieved that effect.

When the believers heard the trial, they immediately applauded and shouted, "Burn them!" Burn the blasphemers! For the sake of my God! For the sake of faith! ”

The whole scene was almost out of control, for the believers to blaspheme their faith is tantamount to desecration of their faith, a denial of their faith, so they absolutely do not allow such a thing to happen, it is not in their own defilement and not in their interests.

What's more, just now the gods have descended and sent down miracles, and now the faith has reached its peak, at this time the believers have been convinced of the god Tulo, so they hate blasphemers and heresies very much, of course, they also want to defend their beliefs, protect their own interests, and protect themselves.

Immediately the whole church was shouting the slogan, "Burn them for God!" "For God's sake! Burn them! ”

As if this was the only way to vent their inner dissatisfaction.

The chief magistrate, Hu Yin, had long expected such a situation, so now that he was full of smiles, he felt very good to be able to execute blasphemers and heretics, which was to maintain the authority of his father, and this feeling was like a child helping his parents with a household chore.

At this point, he just had to wait for His Holiness to speak.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't let the disciples wait long, he had already weighed the pros and cons, and the results outweighed the disadvantages, so with a wave of his hand, two chains were derived from the cross, binding Fakong and Chang Shan, and tying them to a cross respectively.

Then he didn't speak, because the next thing needs to be handed over to Hu Yin, the chief judge of the inquisition, which is the division of power, although the pope is the highest authority of the church, but after the division of power, it is more conducive to the development and growth of the church.

Hu Yin immediately understood Zhang Xiaojian's intentions, so he said directly: "Sentence to be burned at the stake!" ”

The milky white flame of the cross was so fierce that no one knew where the flame came from, just as they did not know how the cross fell from the sky.

It all seemed so mysterious, so sacred.

A roar of pain came from the mouths of the two of them, this kind of flame not only burned the body, but also brought about the burning of the soul, so this pain was far more than the pain that occurs when being burned by the flame, this pain came from within, from the soul. It can't be avoided.

Her Royal Highness the Holy Maiden frowned, but there was still no change in the expression on her face, and she was still cold and holy.

Wang Yi, who was in the stands, looked at Chang Shan on the cross with a pale face, of course he knew Chang Shan's identity, but he didn't have any way, the existence behind this church was far from something he could provoke, not to mention that you have to deal with it yourself.

Therefore, Wang Yi did not have the slightest feeling of wanting to intercede at this time, and it was better to die one than to die for the entire Wang family.

……

Under the Holy Mountain.

"Your Excellency, we're here!"

"I can't imagine that a small cult would dare to garrison the army, it seems that there are some problems with the army in this H city, and after I go back, I have to report to Xiangshang in person, so that all these officials who are confused by the cult will be dismissed!" Long Xiang looked at this holy mountain with a look of disgust.

His son died at the hands of the other party, and he wanted to make the other party pay, "Since the above gave me this task, then it's no wonder to me." ”

Long Xiang thought of this, and sneered in his heart.

He was in his fifties, and he loved his only son very much. Although he usually knew that his son was arrogant, his nature was not bad, so he didn't care, and he knew that this time he was buried in the hands of a cult, which made him not angry.

But the environment along the way surprised him, because the trees on this mountain are so tall that they are almost as tall as those thousand-year-old trees in the Amazon rainforest.

But that doesn't affect anything.