On the battlefield on one side, there is a very strange scene at this moment, as if there is an invisible barrier that separates this place into two pieces, on the other hand, thousands of soldiers of the empire and the church are crushed and harvested by the principality army led by the Knights of Punishment, and the small area has become a Shura field under the splash of flesh and blood

On the other side, the hundred and ten knights of the Knights Templar and the Knights of Glory were mixed together, except for a few brave ones who were killed by Finn and his men in the initial resistance, all of the rest cowered in the corners of the edge of the city wall, looking at the slaughter in front of them with complicated expressions, most of them with weapons in their hands but did not fight back or flee......

"My lord, we ...... Is it appropriate for us to look at it like that? If the Pope and His Excellency the Heads of Regiments had known what we were doing today, I am afraid that the Inquisition would surely be our final destination."

For a long time, I don't know if it was condemned by conscience, or if it was because of the horror of entering the Inquisition, a Templar who had discarded his helmet and whose face was dirty and could not see his original face hesitated for a while, and then approached the squadron leader who was temporarily leading the team and asked in a low voice

“…… I'm not your direct officer, so if you feel uneasy or want to do something, you don't have to ask my permission at all, but as a kind reminder, you can see what happens to them......"

With a black face and no turn, the squadron leader stretched out his hand and pointed at the more than a dozen knights who had already lost their lives on the edge of the battlefield, and the mounts that kept wandering and neighing beside their corpses and refused to leave for a long time, and spoke in an extremely gloomy tone

"Even if I wanted to, I would like to lead you into battle, and given our current situation, what do you think is a chance of breaking out of the encirclement? Not to mention that the other party is the powerful Knights of Punishment, and not to say that the leader is Fern who can easily seriously injure our Grand Master, let's just say that we ourselves, who have been escaping and struggling in the fire for so long, how much physical strength is there to support us to swing our weapons, even if people can still hold on, what about war horses? Look at your mount, can't you feel it shaking its limbs as it struggles to hold on for you idiot? ”

Although the Squadron Leader's tone was slightly sarcastic at the end, the Templars, who knew that these were the truth, could not say anything to refute them, and in a fit of rage, he jumped off his horse, brushing his mount's messy hair with his hands, and raised his voice to everyone

"You're right, so what do we do? Just here and watching the soldiers get slaughtered, and then it's our turn? Or in your opinion that surrender is a good idea? At least our knighthood will be treated appropriately by the other side, no matter what, that damn heretic is still a nobleman......"

It was only after the last sentence was uttered in anger and helplessness that the Templar realized that he had said the wrong thing, and if such a rebellious remark had been heard at any other time, he would not have even had the chance to enter the Inquisition, and it would have been the supreme mercy of the Supreme God to leave the corpse behind

In fright, he subconsciously jumped back, holding the hilt of his sword with his hand and looking at his companions vigilantly, but what made him a little stunned and glad that his companions around him were still standing there weakly, and no one made any other moves, and occasionally a few people looked at him with ...... It actually made him feel the illusion of approval

Shaking his head diligently, the Templar looked at the squadron leader, and was about to say something, when he touched his chin thoughtfully and muttered to himself

“…… Perhaps, you idiot is right......"

"Are you crazy, my lord, I have only made a slip of the tongue at most, and your thoughts and evil thoughts will definitely be punished by the great gods......

Rushing forward, the knight subconsciously wanted to reach out to cover the squadron leader's mouth, but after being pushed away by the other party's disgusted reach, he shouted out in a hurry, but after the words came out, he seemed to hear two words clearly coming out of the mouths of his companions around him

"Idiot ......"

Glancing at the crowd around him, especially the Templars who belonged to the Church, the squadron leader who quickly took everyone's expressions in his eyes became somewhat confident, and he exchanged a complicated look with a knight of glory who rode up on his horse, and the two nodded heavily in silence......

Or the reason for their decision is very simple, these once pious knights or, in normal times, they can face death without changing their faces, and even regard a glorious death as a kind of salvation

But there is a small difference in the current situation, first of all, they have already received the first blow in the fire ignited by the sudden burning of the city at the time of their highest morale, and their mood has been greatly reduced from high to low as if they had taken a roller coaster

Secondly, the fierce flames, which seemed to be impossible to extinguish at all, were like divine punishment, which unintentionally caused the hearts of these pious knights to waver in a way that they did not even know about, and the coma and hysteria of the Pope, who was worshipped as the spokesman of the gods, further exacerbated their wavering, knowing that no matter how touted they were, humans are still animals of the senses, and they will subconsciously identify with everything they have personally felt......

Moreover, in the continuous flight, countless soldiers and a large number of companions were buried in the flames, the terrible howl of the humanoid torch that was not yet dead, the terrible corpses with different shapes and charred corpses, until now they still surround their ears and eyes all the time, just as the Church propagandizes, the heretics who are burned to death cannot be redeemed by the soul, although they do not want to admit it, but these knights are indeed afraid

In the end, it was easy to escape but had to face a premeditated ambush on the side of the principality, these knights, who had almost lost all their courage under the successive blows, they were in a daze and helpless, behind them was a terrible city in flames, no one wanted to return to that hell again, in front of them was the enemy who had been preparing for a long time, and he almost lost the strength to draw his sword, and the horses under his seat were so tired that they could not even escape

Like the squadron leader, the knights, who seemed to feel something in the strange atmosphere, were all struggling at the moment, struggling with honor, faith and life, and it must be mentioned that Finn's seemingly useless words at the beginning also played a role

"No prisoners except knights!"

"Yes, we are still knights after all, even if the other party is a so-called heretic, as long as we are nobles, we will definitely abide by the most basic rules...... Again...... Besides, I saw the ugliness of the Pope up close, and witnessed the embarrassment of the once supreme king being knocked off the altar, even if he escaped from here and returned to the church, he would be cleaned up for various reasons under the intention of those big men to cover up this......"

The palm of the hand kept loosening the fist, the fist was released, and the expression on the squadron leader's face changed so quickly that it was dazzling, not to mention that he was the easiest to find a reason to convince himself, in the end, the squadron leader suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared wildly, his face became pale without a trace of blood, and the body in the armor was already soaked with sweat like a water man

After venting his roar for a long time, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he jumped off his horse and pulled out the long sword engraved with the supreme god of the church at his waist, and then reached out and tore off the pure gold chain around his neck with a hint of madness, representing the supreme god and the honor of the Templars......

Under the gaze of all the onlookers, whether indifferent, or understanding, or unbearable, he screamed meaninglessly, and cried in pain with tears in his eyes, holding the chain, helpless and pitiful like a child about to lose his most precious toy

In the end, the squadron leader wiped away his tears, swept all his companions around him with a fierce and tyrannical look, threw the chain on the ground, and roared wildly and slashed down with the long sword in his hand that once represented all his honors, once, twice, three times......

"Click!"

The fine long sword could no longer withstand his unhesitating slash, and with a piercing buzz, it broke into two in mid-air, and the half-sharp blade even slashed the intact cheek of the squadron leader, and soon, the red blood slowly seeped out, making his face so hideous at the moment

Holding the half-severed sword in his hand, as if he could not feel the pain, the squadron leader of the Knights Templar knelt down on one knee and plunged the broken sword in his hand into the earth until it had no handle, standing like a sculpture for a long time, then he stood up tremblingly and tremblingly, took off his helmet with both hands, threw it at his feet, and spoke in a low voice without raising his head

"I have blasphemed the gods with my own hands...... Throwing away everything that I had struggled with before, hehe, I suddenly found that maybe it was not as difficult as I imagined! So now, tell me your options! ”

(To be continued.) Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ)