Gino fell asleep in the midst of his hectic.

He was so tired.

Even though he has been trained as a knight since he was a child, it is still extremely difficult to take care of nearly a hundred people by himself.

Several priests standing in the shadows outside the warehouse watched in silence.

As a caretaker.

They are doing their job as they are.

As for being infected with the plague?

To be able to come here proves that they won't.

With the experience of the 'Black Plague', it is easy for the God of War Temple to distinguish who will be infected with the plague, and the powerful do not need to consider these, such as the Saber Priest level.

In the last 'Black Plague', none of the sword-wearing priests were infected with the plague, even if they stayed in the plague for a long time.

Therefore, several priests here are of the sword priest rank.

The Saber Priests are already considered to be the absolute middle and upper echelons in the Temple of the God of War, and above them there are only bishops, privy bishops, and archbishops who have been vacant.

Normally, there would not have been so many saber priests gathered together.

In fact, the average sword priest had their own parish, and it was difficult for them to get together.

The opportunity was rare, and these sword priests stationed in the area around Etaninburgh were naturally interacting with each other.

From the mundane chores to some unknown secrets, they are all in this category.

At first, it was quite enthusiastic, but as time went on, all the saber priests fell silent.

Their attention was all on the young man.

"Hopefully he'll be fine."

Having wanted to say something before, the younger priest of the sword was sincerely praying for the young man at this time.

He had never seen such an upright young man.

Even compared with the apocryphal characters in the biographies, they are not inferior.

No, it's even better!

Because, this young man is real.

"My Lord will bless his believers."

"I would like him to come to my parish if he can."

Another elder priest with a sword whispered a prayer and said sincerely.

"yes."

"With such young people here, we will save a lot of trouble."

"However, the Privy Counsellor will not let him go."

"As long as he has been baptized, he is a bishop...... No, a good candidate for a Privy Council. ”

Another priest with a sword spoke.

The saber priest apparently saw further.

All the saber priests nodded, agreeing with their colleague's words.

How could the Privy Counsellor give up such a wonderful young man?

I'm afraid that at this time, I have already asked for the crown to 'shelter' the other party, right?

The saber priests guessed.

Then, they all looked behind them in unison.

Tread, stomp.

In the sound of footsteps, a group of people appeared in front of them.

"Your Excellency."

The priests of the sword saluted.

Babyo, Bishop in charge of the 'Dark Church'.

Although it is not famous externally, it is famous internally.

The identity of the deputy director of the other party's 'Holy Inquisition' is known to almost every middle and high-level executive.

And what is the 'Holy Inquisition' for?

Everyone present knows it.

"Hmm."

Kabio nodded coldly, and glanced at the saber priests in front of him with that sharp, uncomfortable gaze, and he withdrew his gaze with satisfaction when some of these saber priests showed uneasy expressions.

Your Majesty needs to be majestic!

And he is the most important line of defense to protect the majesty of the crown!

Carbio is convinced of this.

Therefore, he is 'selfless'!

Even to the point of coldness.

Anyone who makes a mistake and falls into his hands will be punished as he deserves.

No one is exempt.

Raising his hand and waving, he followed behind Carbio, who was the deacon of the 'Dark Hall' on the surface, but in fact all the members of the backbone of the 'Holy Inquisition' walked towards the warehouse with firewood.

The sword-wearing priests looked at the firewood in the hands of the deacons, and their eyelids jumped.

As long as you're not stupid, you know what Babyo is trying to do.

Can......

No one dared to stand in the way.

That's Carbio!

Ruthless and brutal Carbio!

The saber priests watched as the firewood was piled up at the door of the storehouse, on the wooden wall.

Jars of kerosene were poured on the firewood.

A torch passed from the deacon's hand to Carbiot's.

Looking at the torch that was about to be dropped, the younger priest with the sword couldn't help but speak.

"The ...... of Bishops"

Call!

Before he could finish speaking, Cabio had already thrown out the torch, and as soon as the torch touched the firewood poured with kerosene, a flash of fire burst into the sky.

Standing beside the flames, Kabio turned his head slightly.

"What's wrong?"

He asked.

The eyes reflected in the firelight became more and more dark, deep, and without temperature.

The younger priest of the sword stared at the warehouse surrounded by fire in a daze, his mouth open, and he didn't say anything.

……

Gino had nightmares.

He dreamed that the burned people were coming to him.

Flames burned all over their bodies.

The scorching flames scorched his nose and mouth, making him breathless and his eyes tingling.

"I didn't mean to!"

"I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry!"

Gino, unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy in his sleep, apologized repeatedly, and then, the smoke entered his mouth, irritating his lungs.

Ahem, ahem.

The violent coughing woke Gino up instantly.

Then, he saw ......

Firelight!

Firelight from outside!

"Wake up!"

"Wake up, everybody!"

"There's a fire!"

Gino was stunned for a moment, then shouted loudly.

The priests, knights, deacons, and priests of the infectious plague woke up one by one.

They looked at the scorching flames, and struggled to get up, ready to flee from the fire.

"It's useless."

"You can't escape."

At this moment, a voice rang out.

Everyone subconsciously looked back.

A middle-aged man in a priest's robe sat there with a depressed and desperate expression.

"It's a fire, not a fire."

"As for why?"

"Don't you understand?"

Under the gaze of everyone, the middle-aged priest said with a miserable smile.

Rumble!

It was like five thunderbolts, and several of the people who had just struggled to stand up couldn't stand steadily and fell to the ground.

The rest of those who can stand are also the six gods and no masters.

Of course, there are a few others who don't believe it at all.

"Impossible!"

"Your Excellency the Privy Council wouldn't do that!"

The men shouted as they rushed in the direction of the gate.

Whoosh, whoosh!

A rain of arrows came through the window near the gate.

Immediately, the few people who had not yet rushed to the gate were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, and there was no more sound.

There was a dead silence.

The people in the warehouse just stared blankly at the corpses that had fallen to the ground, and all that could be heard was the sound of the flames burning the wood.

"Why do this to us?"

A young deacon cried.

Many people began to weep.

That's what everyone thinks.

Why treat them like this?

Aren't they believers in the god of war?

"Your Majesty, please, save us!"

The young deacon continued to cry.

The sound was heard far away in the night.

Unfortunately, there was no response.

"It's useless."

"We are destined to be given up on the plague of contagion."

"We only threaten other people if we are alive, and only when we die and are burned can we make some big people breathe a sigh of relief."

The priest spoke again.

The depressed voice, the desperate look, affected everyone around him.

Many collapsed to the ground.

Death is terrible.

No one can ignore death.

Gino looked at the people around him, and the guilt became stronger and stronger.

"I'm sorry."

"It's all my fault."

"It's ...... me"

An abrupt apology rang out in the burning warehouse.

This apology, at this time, is so inappropriate.

In despair, the people looked at the young knight.

The guilt on the other party's face made their hearts tremble.

Is it because you feel guilty for not being able to help us?

Such a thought rose in the hearts of all people.

A deep feeling of emotion poured into everyone's hearts.

Mixed with a hint of warmth.

After being abandoned by the privy council, this warmth is particularly precious and rare.

Even the priest who had first fallen into despair was warmed.

He stood up, walked over to the young knight, and put his hand on the shoulder of the young knight, who was half-kneeling.

"You're not wrong."

"The fault is ours."

"It's because we can't see clearly what kind of guy we believe in, and it's because we deceive ourselves that that guy will be us, and deserve to be abandoned!"

The middle-aged priest said loudly, tears streaming from his eyes and sliding down his cheeks.

His voice was full of reluctance and resentment.

Such unwillingness and resentment quickly infected the people around him who were in the same situation.

Oh, yes.

What can we expect now?

If we could be saved, would we still be here?

Will we see a fire like this again?

The crying was gone.

Everyone was crying silently.

And the middle-aged priest's words continued.

"We're not going to go to that guy's arms when we die."

"Even ......"

"Even our souls don't exist."

"After all, what is going on now cannot be known to those who were once simple believers."

"But I'm not reconciled!"

"I am not willing to be burned to death like this, I just died in obscurity, and I even have no soul, and I am called to have returned to the arms of that guy."

The words of the middle-aged priest appealed to everyone in the warehouse.

Then he looked down at the young knight.

"Gino, please ask you for something."

"What's going to happen here, inform everyone."

The middle-aged man looked at the young knight pleadingly, who nodded unconsciously.

Then, the middle-aged priest looked at everyone present.

"Are you willing to fight for this young man who really saved us?"

"There is no return."

"No appreciation."

"There is only death."

"Just as he helped us in the face of death without asking for anything in return or appreciation!"

The middle-aged man asked.

"Yes!"

As soon as the words fell, the young deacon spoke up, and as if a domino effect, everyone present spoke one after another.

"Yes!"

"We do!"

One by one, the people struggled to their feet.

"Good."

"You didn't disappoint me like cowards."

The middle-aged priest nodded, and then, in a louder voice, shouted.

"He shouldn't have died here like we did."

"Now!"

"Let's fight a way for him!"

As the words fell, the middle-aged priest turned his head and rushed towards the door of the warehouse.

Naturally, Carbio saw such an action.

The bishop sneered.

"Dying mayflies!"

"Shoot the arrows!"

At the sound of an order, arrows rained down.

But unlike before, these arrows were actually stopped by the middle-aged priest, who was swift and sensitive, and brought up one afterimage after another, as if picking flowers, and held all the arrows in his arms.

Not only that, but the next moment, these arrows were thrown by the middle-aged priest and flew back upside down with an even sharper sound of breaking through the air!

Whoosh!

Puff puff!

The deacons who opened their bows and arrows fell to the ground one after another.

Kabio dodged the arrows, his eyes full of surprise.

The priest in front of him was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember the other party's name.

But one thing he was sure of.

With the strength of the other party, it is impossible to be just a priest.

At least a saber priest.

And the saber priests could not have been infected with the plague.

Many thoughts came to his mind for a moment, but before Carbiot could think clearly, the burning door was kicked open by the middle-aged priest.

The shattered gate rushed towards it with flames.

The knights, deacons, and priests of the Inquisition dodged one after another.

The middle-aged priest rushed straight at Kabio and shouted at the same time.

"Run, everyone!"

Immediately, the people infected with the plague in the warehouse rushed out.

They may be so weak that they may not even be able to walk steadily.

However, those who stood in the way dodged one after another.

No one wants to be infected.

The previous saber priests seemed to be startled by the sudden scene, completely overwhelmed, even if these people passed by, they were motionless, like clay sculptures.

"You deserve to die!"

When Kabio saw this, he immediately gritted his teeth.

He swore he would make these guys look good.

After he took out the guy in front of him.

Layers of sharp holy light shrouded his fist, and when the fist swung out, this layer of holy light came out of his fist and pierced the body of the middle-aged priest.

And then—

Rumble!

The body of the middle-aged priest was directly blown to pieces.

Although the other party seems to be a little suspicious, Kabio will not be left at this time.

No one here can let go!

With that in mind, he turned around.

Streams of holy light shot out from his body.

One by one, those who escaped were cut to pieces.

The deputy director of the 'Holy Inquisition' did not notice that the corpse that had been shattered before was quietly disappearing, and his attention was not drawn to a dead man.

He needs to be in control of the situation.

Soon, in the face of the strong strength of the deputy director of the 'Holy Inquisition', the situation is about to be controlled again.

But at this time-

Ahem, ahem!

An extremely violent cough rang out from Carbio's mouth.

Then a feeling of weakness rose from the depths of his body.

Carbio was stunned.

Then, the face changed abruptly.

How can it be!

He roared in his heart.

The body is shaky.

The fierce attack stopped, and everyone looked at Kabio, who was not in the right state, and the expressions on their faces became strange, and then the knights, deacons, and priests of the 'Holy Inquisition' coughed and weakened.

The plague, spreading.

……