The Demonic Judgment, from the very beginning, was a storm to purge the infidels!

As soon as the storm was blown, it stirred up a thousand layers of sound and was unstoppable.

The Holy Religion, which gained strong faith and prestige in the War of the Dead, used the banner of demonic judgment to hunt down infidels who slandered the Holy See on the front line of the undead.

Judgment, undead, burning.

The world sees only the appearances, and does not know the turbulent waves under the undercurrent, but only shouts joyfully and shouts for the glory of the Lord.

And as the battlefield of the undead that gathers the attention of the world, the demonic judgment of the Holy See has become the focus.

The wise man warned the people of the West that religious theocracy had risen, that historical civilization would regress, and that the darkness of the Western Middle Ages would repeat itself.

But the voice of resistance seems a little small in the blind tide of the world.

More importantly, at this point in time, the situation of the War of the Dead happened to change instantly, making the prestige and light of the Holy See extremely dazzling.

The undead who attacked the front lines of the Undead Fortress strangely retreated, and instead gathered to attack other surrounding countries. Those kingdoms languished under the tide of the undead, turning to the Holy City, which holds most of the West's divine power, for help.

The Holy Legion was dispatched, divided into several routes, and repelled the attack of the undead.

The situation of the War of the Dead turned quickly, and the Holy Legion sent the Knights to send troops to support, and the Holy Light glorified and exerted its might, gaining a large number of believers and beliefs in the surrounding countries.

Against this background, the Holy See is in high esteem and is worshipped and admired by the world.

In such an environment, the Holy See of Light vigorously suppressed the infidels, and even if there was a wave of resistance, it would not make any waves at all.

...............

At noon on this day, the fourteenth day of the War of the Dead.

Outside of the town beneath a fortress on the front line of the undead, there is a remote manor.

The estate is located in a larch needle forest in the middle of a mountainous area.

In late November, it was late autumn, and the pine needle forests had been dyed with yellow, and the wind swept by, rippling layers of yellow leaves.

The manor house is a duplex building built on the side of the hill, overlooking the unique scenery of the town in the distance below.

Hatsune and his party live here.

At this time, they gathered outside the lawn on the side of the hill of the manor.

A stocky old Western man sipping red wine from a wine glass while holding a tong to roast meat.

A blonde beauty with an outstanding figure is teaching an oriental man to play golf with a smile on her face, and from time to time she boldly rubs her hot curves.

The Oriental man seemed a little embarrassed, and always glanced in the direction of standing on the side of the mountain.

A faint black-haired woman stood there, looking at the scenery up and down, her expression was impenetrable.

The short and fat barbecue old man is the bald great magician Rom, the blonde beauty with a hot body is his granddaughter Ikavan, the oriental man is the elder brother of Kyushu, and the woman looking at the scenery is Hatsune.

There are also a few Kyushu colleagues who came with them at the beginning, black-haired and black-eyed Orientals.

These people, each in their own way, are very leisurely, but the atmosphere is not very good, and it is a little dull.

At this time, on the other side, on a mountain road leading to the Mid-Levels Manor, a black horse with shiny hair galloped on the mountain road, and the sound of the pedaling horse was running fast.

A blonde Western man rode to the manor.

It's the papal knight Phyllis.

When Phyllis arrived at the manor, he dismounted, and walked briskly into the manor.

"The little knight is here. ”

The old man Roma, who was roasting meat, took a sip of the red wine in his hand and was the first to speak.

As he spoke, Phyllis strode to the lawn on the side of the mountain.

"Mr. Phyllis, how's it going?"

The wheat-skinned, energetically dressed Yuying junior sister seemed to be waiting for some news, and asked first.

"Mr. Lauren committed suicide in the dungeon. ”

Phyllis replied with a deep face.

When the few people who had already come over heard this, their faces suddenly darkened, and they couldn't help sighing.

Mr. Lauren was a swordsman friend they had met during their training, and he had a fiery temper, but he was very arrogant, hearty, and easy to fight.

He was persecuted by the Holy See because of an old man, and he was angry and angry, but he was arrested by the Holy See.

At this time, hearing the news, the Western swordsman, who was less than forty years old and full of foul language, committed suicide in the dungeon of the Holy See, and a group of people who had already formed a fighting friendship were a little uncomfortable.

"Well, that's probably the best outcome for him. ”

Grand Magician Rom, the old man took a sip of red wine and sighed.

He saw clearly that the Holy See, which now represented God, under the prestige of the sky, began to purge the infidels on a large scale, to ensure the development of theocracy, and to pass on the authority of the high.

In the name of deception, violent means persecuted many advanced people who gathered on the front line of the war of the dead.

What's even more terrifying is that the world doesn't know it, thinking that they are the "devils" in the mouth of the Holy See, and in the midst of the world's insults and curses, these people are humiliated and unwilling to die.

So, what the old man Rose said was right, the swordsman Lauren's suicide was probably the best outcome for him.

If he does not commit suicide, he will have to accept the world's invective and cursed gaze, and be brutally killed in humiliation by the so-called "Judgment of Light" of the Holy See.

They fought against the undead, and on the way to the experience, some people they knew died in just a few days.

They also know that the other party is definitely not a demon in the mouth of the Holy See.

"Your Holy See is really an evil dragon, how can you be so cruel, we all know that many people are decent people who kill the undead and have merit, but your Holy See is in front of the world, saying that they are demons and burning them alive. ”

Senior Sister Yuying, who was dressed in a strong suit, stared at the Holy See Knight Phyllis and roared angrily.

Although they did not stay for a long time in the West, they saw many people and things, and also gained valuable friendships in the West, but the actions of the Holy See were so terrible that they openly pointed out to the world that the deer was a horse, and they killed the advanced people, and tortured and killed the cultivators and friends they knew in the course of their training.

And they also lived in this abandoned manor in order to avoid turmoil in this "storm of judgment".

Phyllis is a member of the Holy See, so he is blamed by an angry Yuying.

On the other hand, Phyllis was vented his anger, his face was aggrieved, and his face was ugly.

He is a hereditary knight of the Holy See, and he was born faithful to his faith, but he learned a lot about the darkness of the Holy See with Hatsune and his party.

As a member of the knight family, he was now a little confused, and unspeakably angry, a kind of wavering faith, doubting his own grievances.

"Sister Yuying, this matter has nothing to do with Phyllis, don't be angry. ”

At this time, Hatsune, who had been silent, spoke.

After she finished speaking, she turned her head sideways and said in harmony with the knight Phyllis: "Phyllis, thank you for your help, Sister Yuying has no intention of being angry with you, don't be surprised." It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, we are ready to leave for the East soon, you go back first, and see you again in the future. ”

She said.

"White, you're leaving?"

Phyllis, the handsome blonde knight heard that she was leaving, his face changed slightly, his blue eyes widened, and he said urgently.

It is undeniable that the longer the contact, the more he indulges in the temperament of this oriental woman.

If the other party leaves this time and returns to the East, I don't know when I will be able to see each other. He was a little lost, and even more aggrieved, and he noticed that the other party's tone had a certain sense of distance.

Is it because he is a knight of the Holy See?

Hatsune nodded.

The others didn't speak.

...............

Phyllis is eventually gone.

As he rode out of the manor, the loss on his face slowly turned to anger.

The black steed beneath him turned into a black lightning bolt and descended the mountain, galloping all the way into the town and into the fortress of the dead.

When the people along the road saw his knighthood, they avoided him, looked at him with respect, and bowed to his distant figure.

"A respectful and brave knight. ”

Phyllis was not in the mood to see the admiration of the people for him, and at this moment he had an uncontrollable anger in his heart.

He rushed straight into a church where the Holy See was stationed in this front-line fortress.

"I want to see Your Excellency. ”

He went straight to church, he was furious, he wanted to understand his beliefs, he wanted to question, he wanted to fight.

A knight in silver armor stopped him.

"Let me in. ”

Velis brutally tried to break in and opened the greatsword that stood in his way.

"Stupid, Phyllis, don't you, as a knight of the Holy See with a knight's medal, know the rules?"

The Silver Knight scolded him angrily.

"I have to go to the bishop at this time. ”

Phyllis drank.

"Bold. ”

The two silver-armored knights reprimanded angrily, and the palms of their hands were strong, and they went straight to Phyllis.

The air roared, and the three of them made a mess.

The clergy in the church were alarmed.

Soon after, Phyllis was subdued by two silver-armored knights, his body pressed to the ground, and he writhed in disberence.

The Silver Armor Knight is a bishop's guard, an innate knight, and Phyllis is no match for two.

The onlookers of the church clergy and believers pointed fingers and made him unbearable.

"Bring him in. ”

After a while, a majestic voice came from inside the door.

Then, the Silverarmour Knight escorted Phyllis into the gate.

Inside was a hall with a white-bearded old man in a red robe.

The old man in red is none other than a cardinal, a papal figure under the pope.

"Lord Bishop, Phyllis violated the doctrine and tried to ram into it with brutality, but was subdued by us. ”

The knight in silver armor knelt down on one knee, lowered his sword, and respectfully repaid it.

"Go down. ”

The cardinal, who was holding a thick book sideways in his hand, waved his hand.

The two silver-armored knights retreated.

Phyllis was left alone.

The atmosphere was quiet, and the white-bearded cardinal was still reading.

And Phyllis's original angry mood gradually calmed down in this quiet, disappeared, and turned a little apprehensive.

The cardinal is a clergyman of the Holy See under the Pope, with great power, and is in charge of the religious transmission of several cities to one country, which is not something that he can run into as a small knight captain.

After calming down, he felt apprehensive about the impulse he had made before.

After tea time, the white-bearded cardinal closed the book in his hand and gently placed it on a shelf.

Then he turned and faced Phyllis, who was looking at him and couldn't help but bow his head.

"Knight Phyllis, I know you, are you calm now?"

The white-bearded cardinal smiled a smile that seemed to give people a sense of kindness like bathing in holy light.

What a kind old man to look at!

"My ......., Bishop"

Phyllis suddenly became cowardly in the face of the Bishop's kind smile, and his tone was a little sluggish.

"You were angry before, you should have something to say, you are a knight admired by the world, a holy warrior under the command of God, no matter what you say, the Lord will give you courage and give you mercy!"

Bishop Whitebeard continued gently.

"Your Excellency, I... I wonder why God is so cruel to the infidels, some of whom are the ones who fight the undead on the battlefield, just like us, I don't understand. ”

As if the Whitebearded Bishop had given him courage, Phyllis pondered for a moment, and finally raised his head and spoke, only with a slight tremor in his voice.

It was a certain fear, and as for the anger he had been full of, the struggle he wanted to do had long since disappeared.

"Phyllis, the question is simple. ”

The Whitebearded Bishop smiled lightly, and then, in a somewhat "sacred" tone, he spread his hands and said:

"God has given us everything, strength, faith, power, pride, and it is great and supreme. You walk in the streets, the world worships you and looks up to you, women love you and fall in love with you, you have the power to master everything you need. ”

"But those pagans, they are jealous, they hate, they slander our Lord, they are going to take away everything that God has given us, and for us they are not demons what is, Phelis, they are going to take away everything from you, will you agree?"

Bishop Whitebeard's voice echoed in Phyllis's ears as if demonic, and his eyes slowly became determined.

"My lord, I see. ”

Phyllis got down on one knee and saluted.

"Son, you are a good warrior, get up. ”

The whitebearded bishop helped him to his feet with a kind smile.

Phyllis's heart was bright again, and it was filled with faith in the Lord.

"Phelis, I've heard that you know a few pagans from the East. They have a great reputation on this undead front. ”

Whitebeard suddenly said this.

Phyllis's handsome blue eyes shrank suddenly, and cold air flashed on his back.

"Yes. ”

He replied with difficulty.

"Go and get them arrested. ”

"But..."

"This is the Captain's Holy Sword, you can take it today. ”

With a one-handed move, Whitebeard flew over with a great silver sword and floated in front of Phyllis.

"There can only be God's light shining here, and I have given you a chance!"

Whitebeard turned.

Phyllis's blue eyes flickered with struggle, and after a few breaths, he suddenly grabbed the holy sword, a symbol of power and power, and turned away.

When he walked out of the door, light and darkness intertwined, and a hint of determination rose in his eyes.

Soon after, the church bells rang, and in the sun, a large group of armor reflected a dazzling light!

In the West, there is a legend that there is an evil dragon who asks the village to sacrifice a virgin every year, and every year the village has a knight who goes to fight the evil dragon, but no one survives.

As another knight set out, someone quietly followed. The dragon's lair is covered with gold and silver treasures, and the knight stabs the dragon to death with his sword, then sits on the corpse and looks at the glittering jewels, slowly growing scales, tails, and tentacles, and finally turning into a dragon!

(Two more in one, the Western chapter is coming to an end, please bear with me if you don't like it, I thought that writing Western myths and civilizations could enrich the worldview, but it seems that everyone doesn't like it very much, it's a little hurt.) ）