All the believers looked in shock at the phantom that appeared above the head of the superior evil spirit.

It was the first time they had seen their gods.

compared to the initial abstraction.

At this moment, the specificity is naturally more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

It seems that the 'God of Mist' is supposed to be like this.

It has both wanton edges and corners, a strong body, and wholehearted protection.

yes, Guardian.

That little white flower is our Lord's guardian of us!

Inexplicably, all believers feel that the little white flower is themselves!

Once again, people were prostrate on the ground.

Again, the people prayed.

When a full prayer was finished, everyone looked at the phantom again with excitement.

"Is this our Lord?"

They gazed deeply at the phantom, imprinted it firmly in their hearts.

Several of the devotees who were good at drawing had already taken out their pen and paper and began to draw them.

In the blink of a stroke, the appearance of the 'God of Mist' quickly appeared on the paper.

After 7 more paintings of the upper evil spirit, the phantom was put away.

While it was no problem for it to hold on for as long as it could, it didn't.

"They match my Lord's numbers."

Pointing to the seven completed portraits, the superior evil spirit whispered.

Each god has a symbol, a given, the 'God of the Mist' should naturally have, but not all, and now that the 'God of the Mist' is its boss, it naturally needs to perfect these.

And the number 7 is considered appropriate by the superior evil spirits.

Its boss is fond of this number.

"Do according to the will of my lord."

All the believers bowed down.

Seven completed paintings were placed on the altar of the temporary stronghold, and those that were not completed were quickly thrown into the flames after prayer.

"Fire and flame are the weapons of my Lord."

"It's a skill we need to learn."

The superior demon raised his left hand, and a cluster of flames erupted from his fingertips.

Of course, such a flame is illusory, and it is simply impossible to hide from the powerful, but it is enough for the believers in front of them.

They can't tell the real from the fake.

Of course, even if you can distinguish between truth and falsehood, the superior evil spirit can explain it.

Bite!

Just when all the believers looked at the flame in the left hand of the superior evil spirit, a Kimpton suddenly appeared in the right hand of the superior evil spirit, and with a thumb pick, the gold coin made a crisp sound, tumbling and flying, and then, it was caught by the left hand of the superior evil spirit and pressed on the back of the right hand.

"Gold, the shield that my Lord has given us."

"When you're confused and overwhelmed, it will give you an accurate answer."

"Positive is positive, negative is negative."

"My Lord will peer into the fog and give us answers."

The superior demon said the last symbol.

It knows all too well how thrifty its boss is.

You say stingy?

Sorry, that's what you said.

I have a contract here, and I can only tell the truth, which is to be thrifty.

Number 7, flame, gold coins.

When the three symbols were informed to the believers, the superior demon turned and walked towards the gate.

Suddenly, all the believers fell silent.

Believers, you know what's coming.

Even this 'Dependent' could not guarantee that he would be able to return safely, so he couldn't wait to tell them everything.

But the more this happens, the more uncomfortable it makes them feel.

"My lord, I'll send you."

Sergei, on behalf of all the believers, walked up to the side of the superior evil spirit and said softly.

"Hmm."

The superior demon nodded, and then, scanning all the believers in the temporary stronghold with his gaze, as if to remember everyone, this scanning lasted for nearly ten seconds.

And when the figure disappeared behind the door, some of the believers couldn't help but cry again.

Still, no one allowed themselves to cry.

They covered their mouths and wept silently.

Adults have already fought in their place.

They shouldn't worry adults anymore.

The superior evil spirit heard the suppressed cry, and a touch of pity appeared on its face again.

"Don't be sad for me."

"Don't feel sorry for me."

"We will meet in the kingdom of God of our Lord."

"I'm just one step ahead."

The superior evil spirit bowed his head slightly, finished speaking softly, and without waiting for the young man to answer, he quickly disappeared into the night.

After watching the figure of the superior evil spirit disappear, Sergei came back to his senses, his body stood straight, his body leaned forward slightly, and said in a low voice: "My lord, please take a slow step, I will try to chase your footsteps." ”

I took a slow breath.

Feeling the cold of the night in Sika's collar, the young man's eyes seemed to be a burning flame.

He stood up straight and looked at his body.

Said word by word.

"We ......"

"We will meet in the kingdom of God!"

The words fell, and Sergei turned and returned to his temporary stronghold.

All eyes were on Sergey.

What the Lord said just now is very clear, everything here is handed over to Sergei.

Young people, become leaders.

"We have taken our brothers and sisters here in accordance with the will of our Lord and have taken refuge in them."

"Not only Sika City, but also around Sika City, with the southeast and northwest as the team."

"The four teams will leave at once, and they must return tomorrow before dark."

Sergey said.

"Yes."

Naturally, the four original guards with weapons became the leaders of the four improvised teams.

Then, under the cover of Sergei, passed the west gate of the city of Sika.

Sergei himself was the head of the West Gate of Sika City.

And most of these people are also Simon's guards.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

The departure of the four teams, no one noticed.

In other words, there are discoveries, but also under some special influences, one eye is turned a blind eye.

The superior evil spirit hidden in the shadows withdrew its illusion, and it stood on the city wall silently watching the four teams go away, the sky was black, the stars were dim, and the moonlight was near.

Whew, whew!

The night wind from the north was constantly blowing, pressing the fire in the brazier to sway from side to side, and the superior evil spirit turned around and walked slowly towards the city.

A figure that has escaped into the void and cannot be discovered.

Only it can hear its own footsteps.

Its mission is not yet complete.

For the tasks given to him by the boss, the superior evil spirit has always been perfect.

This time, of course, is no exception.

However, there is no rush in time.

Maybe......

Can it be better?

The gaze of the superior demon suddenly looked out of the city.

After a slight groan, a dodge vanished.

……

Carl bit his tongue hard.

The pain instantly sobered him up, and the whispers in his ears fell silent, and he lowered his head and touched his war horse.

"Finessa, where is this?"

Carl asked.

It's not that he doesn't want to judge in a simpler way.

But......

His eyes were no longer visible.

Not long ago, in an outburst of whispering in his ear, he completely lost his light.

The appearance of darkness made him panic all of a sudden.

Almost!

I almost became a monster!

Thankfully, at the last moment, he struggled out.

However, he could never see it again.

He could feel his own eye sockets, which were gone.

In this regard, he didn't have time to be sad and angry, and told himself that he must be calm.

Only calmness can counter the whispers in the ear.

"It's almost time for Sika City."

Finessa replied accurately.

It seems that because of the previous danger, the relationship between him and Finisha has become more and more intimate, and there is no longer a trace of estrangement between the two, and the thoughts between the two parties can be clearly understood.

Moreover, Finessa seems to be getting smarter and smarter.

Not only is it just about caring for Carl, but also about the safety of his master.

"Carl, we'll be there soon."

Finessa conveyed such thoughts, and the sound of hooves became more and more crisp, but the next moment, such hooves sounded as a pause.

A bad breath approached the place.

Carl couldn't see it, but his perception was getting sharper.

Grasp your sword tightly and slash straight forward.

On the hilt of the sword, the blessing belonging to the Temple of the God of War has long since disappeared, and the red gem is dim, but the sharpness of the blade is still there.

As a wealthy nobleman who is proud of his strength, the saber is naturally not an ordinary commodity, in addition to the blessing of the Temple of the God of War, there is also a light and sharp enchantment.

Ordinary long swords collide with it, and it only takes two times to be able to cut it.

And at this moment, a sword infused with Carl's full strength cut off the ill-intentioned attack with a sword.

By the touch of the blade, Karl could feel that it was a spear.

Wooden rods, iron heads.

Most of the equipment was in the lowest class of infantry.

Many robbers were also willing to use this weapon.

Not only is it inexpensive, but it's also simple and easy to use, only four or five people are needed, and after training, they can form a team that should not be underestimated.

Moreover, most pikemen will not act alone.

Therefore, after breaking the spear with a sword, Karl immediately fell on horseback, not a noble young man who needed cavalry, and knew very well what to do when he encountered a pikeman.

And the moment Karl fell, four spears grazed his back.

Although his eyes could not see, Karl could imagine the disappointment on the faces of the pikemen who failed to attack, and similarly, with this gap, Karl slid off the horse, calculating the length of the spear, the distance between the two sides, and after taking one step, the long sword in his hand was a sweep.

Burst! Burst!

The sound of blood spurting.

Warm blood splattered him.

It's all on your hands and face.

But at this time, Karl didn't have time to wipe it, turned around and slid down, he passed under Finisha's belly, and the long sword in his hand swung again.

Burst! Burst!

Blood erupted like a fountain of blood as the blade swooped in, drenching the nearest Karl from head to toe as if he had been watered.

Subconsciously, Carl touched his face.

And then......

He saw it.

It's a little vague, but it's certainly visible.

This?!

Carl shook his head vigorously, he had already touched it before, he didn't even have eyeballs, only two black eye sockets left, how could he see this?

A bad thought appeared in the back of Carl's mind.

Subconsciously, he turned to look at his warhorse Phenissa.

Without a sturdy body, no fluttering mane, and no smart eyes, only a skeleton, the skeleton of a war horse.

The bones were thick and pale, and the soul fire in the eye sockets flickered.

He raised his hands.

There was not a trace of flesh on the palm, and the palm of the bones moved with his thoughts.

"I'm dead?"

Carl muttered to himself in disbelief.

But no sound came out.

Yes, all that is the beating of the soul fire that has just been ignited.

Then, he suddenly thought of something, and immediately, looked down to check.

He saw the familiar soldier attire of Sika City.

Rumble!

Karl's body shook like a lightning strike.

"I killed my own people?"

"I killed my own people?"

He questioned himself.

The whisper in his ears became clearer and clearer, and Karl curled up, the soul fire in his eyes beating at great speed again, not a normal jump, but a dying struggle as if it was about to be extinguished.

"Carl, don't give up!"

"Carl, hold on to yourself!"

Finisha's voice rang out from the bottom of her heart.

As a war horse, it didn't know exactly what was going on.

But it knew that if it went on like this, the guy who had been staring at them would definitely succeed.

In fact, the guy is already here.

"Is it painful?"

"Want to wail?"

"But I can't even make a sound......

"Doesn't that feel more painful?"

In the faint voice, a deer walked out of the dense forest slowly.

At the sight of the deer, Finessa hissed in warning.

"It's not enough."

"It's still too far off."

"When I watched my children being tortured and killed by you, and when I watched myself being disemboweled, I wanted to scream, but my tongue was cut out, and I couldn't make a sound."

"I can only watch."

"Look."

The deer said slowly, getting closer and closer.

The figure was finally fully revealed.

The skull is still complete, with only a few knife marks, but the antlers on the top of the head have long been broken and replaced by dead branches, and the body is only a little flesh and blood, and the remaining bones still have knife marks and fine gnawing marks.

"That's not us!"

"We haven't done it!"

Warhorse Finisha retorted.

"But it's the same people like you, who broke into my house for no reason!"

"So ......"

"Take the curse of pain!"

The deer, which was almost a skeleton, had a crimson glow in its eyes.

"No!"

"We are here to hide from the enemy......"

"Alas!"

Warhorse Finisha still wanted to explain, hoping to resolve the misunderstanding, and at this time, a sigh sounded.

The abrupt sigh startled both sides.

Both Finisha and the skeletal deer looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Gray robe, without a hood, with a compassionate look on an ordinary face, he walked here step by step, ignoring the malicious aura of the bone deer, and just stood beside Carl, raised his hand and put it on top of the skeleton's head.

"Lost child, you have suffered."

The voice is sad, as if empathy.

Karl's body trembled, disturbed by the evil voice, and he raised his head blankly.

He saw the man in front of him.

A man who faced his skeletal face, still compassionate, but his eyes became more and more distressed.

"You, you, who are you?"

Carl asked.

When he asked it, he came back to his senses, and his voice was not heard by others, so what was the point of such a question?

But unexpectedly, the man in front of him, heard.

Because, the other party replied meticulously.

"I'm the one who has suffered as much as you do."

"My Lord has saved me."

"My Lord has borne my pain."

"At the same time, my lord sees your pain."

"So, here I am, my brother."

The superior evil spirit spoke, and with a movement of its footsteps, its body was blocked in front of Carl, its chest was pierced by a branch like antlers, and its smile remained undiminished, looking at Carl gently, and said word by word: "I will bear the pain for you." ”