A scene that I couldn't bear to look at directly flashed.

The heavy hammer landed, and Officer McCas's head was a mess of flesh and bones.

"Rest in peace, coward! May you have a little backbone in the Land of the Dead! ”

Shouting a curse at the dead corpse, the Marshallese priest extinguished the flames on the hammer, then stood with one foot on the corpse's chest, lifted the emblem in his left hand, and lowered his lips to perform a divine prayer to the dead priest McCas.

Soon, all the prayers were recited in the mouth of the old priest, and a faint white light lit up on the corpse of Priest Mercas. The light gave him a funeral, escorted the apostate soul on the long way to the realm of the dead, and proclaimed a coffin-sealed eternal sleep for his body that had stopped beating.

Priest McCass is dead.

One of the Templars' magic, this is the mercy of the old priest of Hurengel to send the soul of an apostate on the last journey to the realm of the dead, wishing that his unruly descendants can die a little more bravely in the realm of souls.

When this blessing was given, the inner world of the old priest suddenly became a little complicated.

The fanatical belief in justice, the bitter hatred of the apostates, and the memories of the past flashed through his mind, these three complex and intertwined emotions made him suddenly feel an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

He executed the traitors of the church with his own hands, but the traitors who died at his feet were also his former students.

If the highest attainment of a cowardly person in the field of religion is self-destruction, is pure justice, which completely rejects the dark side of human nature, still the truth? Is the faith conveyed by the church to the secular a form of spiritual coercion in disguise? Is this lofty mind, which requires strict discipline to maintain, really suitable for all beings in the mortal world who yearn for order and goodness?

In an instant, these strange questions flashed through the old priest's mind.

Along with this thought, there was also the Knights of Shadowlight, who had long since been excommunicated by the Pope himself as heretical, and the current leader of the heretical group, the Knight of Vercidis, pierced his mind like an invisible thorn.

The fanatical conviction immediately put the brakes on his imminent derailment, and sternly warned him on a spiritual level: "No, Marshall, stop your dangerous thoughts, the philosophy of the church needs not be questioned!" ”

So, after self-discipline and self-admonishment, the old priest shook his gray-haired head violently, threw the strange thoughts in his mind out of the clouds, and then leaned down and stretched out his left hand to rudely tear apart the white robe of the church on the left arm of the priest, and found a dark red mark like a tattoo on the priest's arm.

The gift given by the Shepherd to the Templar rebels officially entered the stage of Ferdia Quaternary history.

The Marshallese priest did not have any memories of Finn's prophetic future, and he did not know that this small tattoo mark could allow the traitors of the church to steal the divine magic from the examination of the divine realm, but he was keenly aware of the ghosts in it when he found out that Priest Mercasse could also perform the Templar magic.

The Marshallese priest felt that the strangeness of Priest McCass might be related to the dark red mark in front of him, so he took out a dagger from under the white robe of the church, cut off the small piece of arm skin on the priest's body, exhaled a breath of anger or lamentation, looked at the corpse that had been unrecognizable for the last time, and then withdrew the foot on the corpse's chest and walked away without looking back.

Arya, Arroyo, and Raymond had already walked over from the other side of the Broad Stone Bridge.

The strength of the Marshallese priests made them have to admit that their fighting level still has many flaws and deficiencies after seeing it with their own eyes. The old priest had told them not to interfere, but they really didn't expect that the elder clergyman's suppression of the power of Priest Mercasse would be so terrifying - in the words of Finn's previous life, it was undoubtedly a typical hanging.

For a time, the hearts of the young people increased their respect for the old priest of the church.

Of course, in addition to respect, except for Raymond, who seemed to be immersed in the combat skills that the old priest had just shown, and did not fully come to his senses, Arya and Arroyo both thought of a key question, and then said to the old man in front of them in unison: "Lord Priest—"

As soon as the words came out, the elf girl and the thief youth froze at the same time.

The two of them glanced sideways at each other. A second later, Arya pursed her lips and nodded at Arroyo, who had dated the elf girl, turned back to the Marshallese priest and asked, "Lord Priestess, what about the other reinforcements of the church?" Haven't the Mithril Knights of St. Anthony's Cathedral come yet? ”

"The Mithril Knights will have to wait a little longer." Crumpling the tattooed human skin into a ball and stuffing it into the leather pouch around his waist, the Marshallese priest turned to look at the young thief who was asking him a question and replied, "Su Ya's abilities are limited, she opened the Radiance Gate, but she can only maintain it in a narrow teleportation tunnel. ”

"And the Church's reinforcements?" Arya couldn't help but worry.

"Didn't I say I'd have to wait a little longer?" The old priest turned his head a little impatiently to look at the elven girl with a worried face, "I am the first group of advance troops to rush back from the Empire, the high-ranking priest of St. Anthony's Cathedral should have teleported to the underground of Tiamagos Cathedral to help Su Ya expand the width of the tunnel of the Radiant Gate, and the follow-up troops of the church will be a little late, but they will never miss work." ”

With that, the old priest of the church turned around and took a step forward, lifted the emblem bracelet in his left hand and offered a magical prayer to Arroyo's wounded shoulder.

At the end of the prayer, the white light produced fell from mid-air to the wound on his right shoulder, and these pale white light clusters gently spread on the wound of the thief youth to restore the lost health, and then silently dissipated in the air.

Arroyo felt a little pain in his shoulder, but it was much better than it had been when he had fought Officer McCass before.

He glanced at the old priest in front of him a little flattered, hesitated for a long time and then thanked the Marshallese priest, and then saw the old priest of the church directly carrying the heavy war hammer on his shoulder, turning around, and taking steps in another direction that they both knew the meaning of.

In that direction, the gates of Count Drew's castle were unabashedly open to the roaring fire across the wide stone bridge, and the straight corridor was laid plain......