"You're always haughty, and I've had enough." Fr. Jankaro looked up at Luga, who was standing in front of him, holding the Bible in one hand, and caressed it, as if this hand-copied Bible would give him great courage.

"It's another time of Jesus, but we're at war so tight right now. As far as I know, the Saxons in Linton have brought in a large number of allies from the other side of their sea, and they want to drag us into the ocean of war. We are fighting fewer and fewer people, and we may be in a more difficult situation than Caesar was in at that time, and now I ask you, Luga, can we still see hope in this protracted war? Fr. Jankaro said to Luga, holding the Bible in one hand and stroking his chest in the other: "I am helping you, for your sake, if possible, let's give up!" At a time when the strength has not weakened to the point of being unsustainable. ”

Without waiting for Luga to say anything, the Anglo leader Maca, who was sitting next to Luga, stood up and tried to refute it, but Luga stopped her and said to her, "I will not give up on you!" ”

"So, Father Jankaro." Luga raised his glass again, his Adam's apple moved, and it took a long time before he spoke: "I am very sorry for disobeying your orders. I know, you're insisting on attacking to relieve my pressure, sorry, sorry! ”

In full view of everyone, Luga bowed to Father Jankaro, which made everyone present let out a sigh of amazement, the commander of a legion, bowing to a priest with a huge disparity. Whether this is the glory of this priest or the disgrace of the commander, no one can say clearly.

Father Jankaro was indifferent to Luga's apology, he quietly watched Luga raise his head and drink the wine in his glass, then got up and came to the opposite side of the bonfire, he turned back to Luga and said to Luga with a cold face: "Come here, confess to me, it is better to confess to God, forgive you, it is his business." ”

The centurions on Father Jiangkaro's side once again turned their eyes to Luga, with a little disdain in their eyes, and they didn't take Lujia as a commander in their eyes at all, I'm afraid that the only one who could get into their eyes was Father Jiangkaro, the spokesman of God in their hearts.

"Luga, how to choose?" Andrew stood behind Luga, and he asked Luga in a low voice.

"Go ahead and follow my moves." Luga let out a long sigh, and it seemed that all this was non-negotiable.

Ignoring the persuasive eyes of the people around him, Luga resolutely left his seat and walked slowly in front of Father Jankaro, that is, with his back to the campfire.

"Get on your knees."

Father Cankaro's voice was as cold as frost, and his request was even more unacceptable. In this way, Lujia's head "buzzed", how can it be said that kneeling and bowing is also the prerogative of the Purple Chamber and the Pope, how can you, a priest, have such a right to ask Lujia to kneel?

"Cave Pass!"

But Luga fell to one knee and bowed his head to Father Jankaro to show his devotion to God. At this moment, a faint smile could be seen on the corner of Father Jiangkaro's mouth, as if his idea had succeeded at this moment.

"Tell me, what did you do wrong?" As he spoke, Fr. Cankaro took a cross from his clothes and slapped it on Luga's head.

"I don't do anything wrong with God." Luga was so stiff-mouthed at this time that he actually said that he was not at fault, which was intolerable to Father Jangkarlo.

Luga's ears were filled with the "crackling" of the campfire burning behind him, and more with the sound of Father Jankaro's gradually thickened breathing, from which he heard anger.

"You're lying!" Father Jankaro trembled with anger, he did not expect that Luga, who had just shown his so-called piety, would categorically think that he was not at fault, he clutched the cross and trembled, he said to Luga again in a deep voice, in a tone of admonition: "Now, I want you to repeat, whether you are guilty or not? ”

"Nope!"

Luga's answer was still so resolute that he shook his head, and in the midst of his prostration, he raised his head and stared intently at Father Jangkaro's flushed face.

"Then you will die!" Father Jankaro erupted, roaring in anger and jerking his foot in the chest.

"It's your choice!"

At this moment, in the face of Father Jiangkaro's kicking foot, Luga did not dodge, but reached out and hugged his leg.

"What?" Father Gankaro did not expect that the wounded Luga would be so agile that he grabbed him by the foot and held him to death, unable to move.

"You, what do you want to do?" Cold beads of sweat ran down Father Jankarlo's forehead, and he stared down at the resisting Luga with wide eyes in horror. "I tell you, this is God's will, and you have no right to disobey it!"

"You're not God, I already know it! I used to think that if you were a priest, you should have the stomach and virtue you deserve, but you are only a mortal after all. Luga glared into Father Jankaro's eyes and slowly got up. Father Cankaro could only jump backwards because he only had one leg, and the anger on his face was gone, replaced by panic and panic, and he knew that Luga had begun to lose control.

"Let it go! God lets you go! Father Jankaro struggled, but Luga's hand grabbed his leg like a hawk's talon, "It's the demons that have eaten away at your mind, come back to your senses, Luga, it's the demons that make you uncontrollable!" Fr. Jankaro shouted loudly, and as a last resort, Fr. Jankaro raised the Bible in his hand and threw it frantically at Luga.

"Boom!"

The Bible smashed on Luga's body, and did not dispel this "demon-possessed" Luga like in the exorcism, but on the contrary, it made him press him closer and closer.

This situation really surprised all the centurions present, and they all got up and drew their iron swords, ready to attack Luga, who was said by Father Jiangkaro to have been devoured by demons.

"You want to accuse me?" Luga asked, drew an iron dagger from his waist with his right hand, pointed it at Father Jankaro and continued, "Then go to God, confide in him, and consult with your Almighty God what to do with me." ”

After saying that, Lu Jia violently stabbed the dagger into Father Jiangkaro's ribs, and Father Jiangkaro's eyes widened suddenly, I am afraid that he never expected to come to this point.

"The gates of heaven are slowly opening before your eyes, God is welcoming you, go, return to His arms, and see what He does with you!" Luga whispered in Father Jankaro's ear, and before he was dead, he raised his hands and lifted Father Jankaro into the blazing campfire behind him.

In an instant, the flames surged violently, and the burning was accompanied by the heart-rending screams of Father Jankaro, the sound of hell.

"God, my God!"

The monks were so frightened that their faces were bloodless, and they sat down on the ground with a "cave", and their eyes just watched the burning body of Father Najankaro struggle in the flames, the miserable screams tearing at their eardrums. They try to calm themselves by memorizing passages from the Bible, but that's not easy.