Dawn rotated three times, and the undead were still noisy in the night, and the dawn after the bitter battle began to boil day by day.

The Holy Legion resisted the attack of the undead, and day by day the people at the fort began to hide in their houses and listen to the roar of the undead, and when dawn came, they opened the door and welcomed the triumph of the Holy Legion, giving pious faith and praise, and reverence for looking up.

In the golden light of dawn, the dazzling knight's armor, the priest's white robe, shimmered with a sacred, inviolable light.

The strength and prestige of the Holy Legion have become unstoppable over time, and as warriors under God and Allah, the faith of God and Allah is spread throughout the world through images and propaganda, and is sacrosanct.

The world shouted that they were God's people, children of the Father.

Many Western youths, with a pious yearning, threw themselves into the arms of God and Allah, joined the knightly reserves, and showed incomparable "madness" for a knightly medal.

Under the fear of the undead, faith quickly took root, and people became religious and fanatical.

In this world, theocratic belief sprouts in silence with a sweeping momentum, blooming in the light.

On the front lines of the Fortress of the Dead, the conflict of faith and oppression has reached a critical point.

No one is allowed here to ignore the grace and light of God and Allah, and no one is allowed to violate the Lord and God.

Believers counsel the unbelievers and bring them into the arms of the Lord;

Believers are hostile and despise people of other faiths;

And when someone slanders and slanders their faith, they will go out of their way.

Riots have occurred from time to time, and it is not surprising that people have lost their lives.

The laws of the world have no effect here, and "God bless you" and "All the praise of the world be to Allah" is the only pass here!

The appearance of a theocratic society has begun to manifest!

This appearance is a product of this context, representing the supremacy of theocracy, inviolable, and has been silently brewing.

Naturally, the greatest benefit from this "product" is sacred religion, and in the context of modern civilized civilization, many wise people with foresight and wisdom have seen the signs and put forward a rebellion.

And this rebellion pushed them into the abyss.

On the seventh day of the War of the Dead, the Holy Religion struck!

They issued the first "warning" to the world!

On this day, the largest fortress on the Undead Front, a city fortress born on the Grand Canyon, is called Pluto.

Pluto is stationed in the Holy Knights, which are directly under the Holy City, and they have the most fame and honor in the War of the Dead, so the city has a large number of believers.

At noon on this day, in front of a red brick church square, a large crowd gathered, densely packed and overwhelming.

The crowd looked into the center of the square, their eyes and expressions full of indifference and anger.

There was a high platform with seven or eight large wooden nails of crosses, more than a man high.

On each cross, a figure is tied in a row.

They are old or young, some are disheveled, and some are in disarray.

Some of them hung on the cross, some of them had their heads bowed like dead men, some of them were angry and angry at the people who threw garbage at them and cursed in their mouths, their eyes were full of anger and despair, and some of them were expressionless and let the garbage fall on them.......

Under the high platform, layers of Templar guards wearing knightly armor and fierce spirits guarded the crowd.

And the crowd looked at the people on the cross on the high platform, either angrily and angrily, or cast indifferent eyes.

Because the church that guards the light says that these people are undead transformed human beings, the embodiment of demons, who deliberately slander the light and mercy of the Lord in the world, the Holy City Church today will represent the will of the Lord and conduct light judgment.

God, the warriors of Allah, the holy legion representing light, fighting desperately against the terrible undead in order to protect their homeland, is brave and great, and naturally says true.

There is no doubt about it.

So they vented all their fear and hatred of the dead on the "demon incarnation" on the cross.

The angry and hideous expressions of the people were like wild beasts, and if it were not for the Templars' isolation, they would have rushed to the high platform and tore the crucified man alive.

They're demons, damn it!

There is happiness in people's hearts.

But is that really the case?

Many of the onlookers knew that this was not the case.

But they knew that even if they knew the truth, it would make no difference to the outcome of the matter.

Because the truth is only known to a few.

After the baptism of the war of the dead, the country where this holy city is located has been slowly impregnated with theocratic consciousness and taken root, and the people only believe in God, Allah can bless them, and the Lord is merciful and supreme.

The Church has stepped in to represent the Theocracy, and those who disagree and resist are now tied to the cross.

At noon that day, a priest from the Inquisition in the Holy City presided over the judgment ceremony.

In full anticipation, the priest recites a strange scripture.

Streams of white light swept over the man on the cross.

In the midst of a strange scream, those people emitted terrifying changes all over their bodies, and they really turned into the appearance of undead in the battlefield.

The crowd in the square suddenly exclaimed, and it was boiling.

These people are really the embodiment of demons, and they are undead.

"Kill them. ”

"Kill them. ”

In the church square, the crowd chanted.

And those few people who thought they knew the truth saw this scene, their pupils shrank, and their hearts were cold.

Eventually, in the square, with the priest holding the Bible, and the solemn sound of judgment, the "demon" was thrown into hell and burned at the stake.

Those who had become undead set a raging fire on the cross.

In the terrible roar, and under the fanatical and happy eyes of the people, it burned to ashes.

The "demon" was judged, and the people cheered.

Only a low sigh came from some places.

A small town hundreds of miles away.

Everywhere there was a live broadcast of this trial, and when the man on the cross was burned to ashes, there was a cheer everywhere.

On the street, a man stopped, looked at it for a long time, then closed his eyes lightly and let out a sigh.

Open it, turn away, and disappear into the corner.

In the scene of the trial, a bard named Fergeris, carrying the reputation of "demon", dies on the cross with unwilling humiliation.

This old wise man, who was under the plane tree, was right.

The fear that flashed in his eyes at that time was confirmed in an extreme form.

(Knowledge limits my imagination, and it seems that the dog author has to hold the book and read it carefully, and he can't write about the taste of the West.) ）