The rain that had started last night had finally stopped by noon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the sky was still overcast, the people of the imperial capital poured into the streets.

Dressed in silver-white armor and carrying a sword, the Templars rode a pure white half-blood unicorn through the crowd as they walked majestically through the streets, the maidens looking admiringly at the handsome knights, while the others looked at the prisoner cart behind the knights.

The mild-tempered Dixinglong followed the knights with the prisoner cart, and his passengers were afraid that he would not appreciate his meekness, and on the cart was a pure silver cross, and the prisoner's limbs were fixed to the cross, and his haggard face did not show the slightest anger, like a dead man.

After the onlookers saw the prisoner, they began to rush forward excitedly, countless rotten eggs with vegetable leaves smashed frantically at the prisoner, and the prisoner who was fixed on the cross could not move and could only endure the "warm" treatment from the people.

"Blasphemous bastards, go to hell sooner!"

"Damn heretics! Your soul will not be saved! ”

The people who believed in the Divine Mansion resented the prisoners in the prisoner car, but the prisoner's black eyes were full of desolation as they looked at the surging crowd, and there was a faint feeling of despair in their eyes—these ignorant people.

The prisoner looked away a little after he died, and a smile gradually appeared on his pale face, even if the crowd saw the smile on his face and threw rotten eggs, vegetable leaves, and even pebbles more violently, but did not let the smile fade on his face, and looked at the excited crowd as if he had seen something interesting, which actually gave the crowd the illusion that this guy's smile was more gentle and sunny than the Templar smile in front of him.

"Kill this devil's minions, he's still laughing! Let him be judged by the gods! ”

The crowd began to stir, as if the smile on the prisoner's face was mocking them, their powerlessness, and their fear.

"O ignorant man." The prisoner tugged at the corners of his mouth, a stone had just hit his face, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth involuntarily, and he muttered softly: "Poor fellows, I have been brainwashed by the so-called gods and churches, and I am oppressed by others and do not know how to resist, and one day you will find that I am the forerunner." ”

As a Templar, their strength was naturally not weak, and instead of hearing the prisoner's muttering, the surging crowd heard it.

The young knight Joel looked in the direction of the prisoner's cart with some confusion, wondering why the heretic was muttering like this.

"Don't be deceived by the devil." Joel's colleague noticed Joel's movements and reminded, "This is the devil from the abyss, don't let him fool Joel." ”

Yoel smiled gratefully at his colleague and began to pray to the gods, reflecting on his actions and asking the gods to forgive him for the momentary confusion.

The prisoner himself was not weak, and he was aware of the small movements of the Templars in front of him, but he didn't say much, just looked at Joel with pity.

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After all, it was not a parade in the streets, and soon the Templars were able to demobilize their prisoners to their destination, the Cathedral of the Light.

The other Templars who had been waiting here for a long time hurriedly moved the prisoner with the cross to the stone platform that had already been erected in the square at the entrance of the church.

The noisy crowd began to quiet down because they knew that the big man was about to come out.

One by one, the cardinals in dark red robes came out of the Cathedral of the Light, no matter which cardinal archbishop was placed anywhere on the continent, they were big shots, but today they were not the protagonists here.

The twelve cardinal archbishops of the Church of the Holy Light stood in two rows on the stone platform, their eyes all cast on the door of the church, waiting for today's protagonist.

Pope Johnson VII appeared at the entrance of the church dressed in a gold-and-white robe, holding a scepter and wearing a golden crown on his head, and the crowd of people who followed the prisoner van instantly fell to their knees to show respect for the human spokesperson of the Shrine, and the Templars also knelt down to show their allegiance.

Slowly walking up to the stone platform, the twelve cardinal archbishops bowed their heads in respect, Pope John VII and the twelve cardinal archbishops looked so dazzling in the sea of kneeling people, and the prisoners silently laughed at those kneeling on the ground.

"I thought I was unlucky to be on this cross." The prisoner began to mock: "But I suddenly found that I was lucky, at least I didn't have to kneel." ”

"Children who have gone astray, I am very sad at this moment." Pope Johnson VII ignored the prisoner's taunt and cast his gaze on the prisoner's pale face: "It is my sin that I have not taught you well. ”

"Aren't you talking about the wrong way as ignorant of the masses as you are?" The mockery on the prisoner's pale face added to the sneer: "Then I will be even more glad that at least I have left the seed of freedom in this world, even if it is just a seed, sooner or later he will sprout and grow up one day." ”

Pope Johnson VII's face suddenly appeared a trace of fatigue, as the young man in front of him said, even if the church captures the youth, but the organization formed by this young man still exists in this world, and the church has to face one more enemy.

"Let my Lord judge you." Restraining his despair, Pope VII said slowly: "Let my lord cast his eyes on the crimes you have committed, and let him judge you." ”

As the words of Pope Johnson VII fell, a light suddenly bloomed in the gray sky, and the clouds were pierced by this light, and a ray of sunlight fell on the stone platform.

And along with this ray of sunlight fell a tall figure, a pure white figure composed of light, he floated in mid-air, and with his appearance, even the twelve cardinals and Pope Johnson VII fell to their knees.

The prisoner raised his head and looked at the figure in the air, it looked so unique in a sea of kneeling people, his black eyes reflected a white light, and he couldn't see the face of the figure clearly, the prisoner laughed like crazy: "The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I used him to find light." ”

No one understands the prisoner's low tastes, no one knows the meaning of this phrase, not even their gods in the sky.

There was no sound other than the prisoner's demented words, and even the Templars' mounts and the Earth Dragons pulling the prisoner's cart were intimidated by the coercion of the figure in the sky.

The figure in the sky did not respond in the slightest to the words of the bold mortal in front of him, as if this person's words did not mean anything to him.

Slowly raised his right hand, at the same time the light bloomed, countless brilliance sprinkled from the raised right hand, the prisoner's high eyes could no longer see anything, only a white expanse, this is the power that belongs to the Divine Mansion.

When the light faded, it was discovered that the figure in the sky had long since disappeared, and the cross on the stone platform had no prisoner.

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On April 1, 17348 in the continental calendar, Aragorn Xi, a common heresy of all churches and a demon that existed in the world, was judged by the God of Light.

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