"Holy Son? Damn, this time the Beamon army caught a big fish. "Alan had heard about the arrival of the Son back in the Outposts.

The Holy Son is the same as the Holy Maiden, and each generation of the Great Pope will select an underage boy as the Holy Son among all the believers, and the selection conditions are extremely strict, in addition to having a particularly strong magical talent of the Holy Light system, it also has to go through many tests.

Moreover, there can be many saints, and even every great diocese can have them, but in the case of the Holy Son, there can only be one in the entire Holy See.

Like the Holy Maiden, the Holy Son dedicates his life to the Holy Father, receiving daily personal guidance from the Great Pope, and studying people's livelihood, military affairs, and so on, in addition to the magic of divine light.

The most important thing is that the Holy Son may not become the Great Pope, but the Great Pope must have been the Holy Son.

After solving the ascetics, the two tiger princes walked towards Lonningt and the Holy Son on guard, but they did not take the initiative to take action, and at a glance, it was clear that the two tiger guards had a deep memory of Lonningte's brave image, and their companions were carelessly kicked off the city wall with both hands and feet.

Using the last of his strength, Lonningt slowly stood up, his hands clenched into fists.

"Surrender, brave human warrior." The older prince of the Tiger Clan persuaded: "Mu Shuai has surrounded the Holy Light Castle, and no one can escape." ”

Lonningt said word by word: "Temple paladins, never surrender. ”

Allen, who was hiding in the shadows, rolled his eyes and thought, "Well, you will only be beaten like a lost dog." ”

After Loningte finished speaking, he looked at the Holy Son with a slightly apologetic look in his eyes, and continued to shout to the Lion and Tiger Prince: "I know that you will not let the Holy Son and the others go, if you can, I will kill myself in exchange for you releasing this pair of women and children." ”

The two tiger princes glanced at each other, and they both saw the joy in each other's eyes.

Who is Ronningt, both of them know that it is the chief Templar of the gold medal fighter of the Southern Diocese, and if the other party is really trapped in the beast, it may not be possible that both sides will be defeated at that time.

"Good! I promise you. The old tiger prince smiled inexplicably.

Seeing that the other party promised him, Loningte patted the baby's little head again, picked up a broken sword from the ground and pointed it at his neck, then bowed his head and said to the mother: "Take the child and wait under the statue, the prince of the Tiger Clan will keep his promise." ”

The mother held the baby as if she had been pardoned, but when she fled in a hurry, she gently bumped into Lonningt, who was already holding on, could no longer stand, her body was unbalanced and fell to the ground, and the broken sword in her hand also flew out.

The mother who was holding the baby also fell to the ground and cried silently again, it turned out that her knees were bleeding so much that she couldn't walk at all.

"Hahaha!" The two lion and tiger princes laughed wildly and said, "It turned out that the strong bow and the end of the crossbow were holding it to death. ”

After finishing speaking, the young prince of the Tiger Clan walked towards Langningte with a cruel smile and said, "By the way, I forgot to tell you that Mu Shuai has an order, except for the bloody hoof. Dina and the Son, the rest, will be killed. ”

Lonningt didn't open his mouth to ask why the other party didn't keep his promise, because he had already accepted his fate, lying flat on the ground, looking at the gray sky, and a smile on his lips.

The sky of the southern diocese seems to have always been so gray, he was originally an orphan in the southern diocese, and he was fortunate to be picked up by the previous generation of great popes and began to believe in the Holy Father, step by step to today, giving up becoming the guardian of the holy mountain, giving up becoming the apologetic guard of the great pope, and even giving up being released to become the commander of the crusading army, just because the southern diocese is his hometown, where he was born and raised, here are his friends, there are his mentors and his partners.

A broad-mouthed, broad-nosed face blocked the sky and looked at him fiercely.

Ronningt closed his eyes, and the mother's exclamation rang in his ears.

The next second, he felt two puffs of warm liquid spill on his face, he knew, it was blood, he was familiar with the feeling, warm, viscous.

After a while, Ronningt opened his eyes a little strangely, and found that the tiger prince who had just raised the butcher's knife had slowly fallen on top of him in horror, and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded in his ears.

However, at this time, Lonningt didn't have the slightest strength, and the tiger prince who pressed on his body was like a mountain, making him breathless.

Kicking Lonningt's body over, Alan crouched down and stabbed the other Tiger Prince who was holding his chest and still hadn't swallowed his breath, before he stood up and shook the three edges. Blood stains on the spurs.

"Little Tete, Lao Tzu is kind today, save your life." After Allen finished speaking, he helped the mother to her feet and took the baby from the other person's arms, but the mother hesitated for a moment and did not refuse.

Although Alan had only seen Lonningt once before, everyone was in charge of their own affairs at that time, and they were also facing a situation of endless death.

If it were to be the usual, not to mention the chief gold medal fighter of the southern diocese, it would be a bayonet to meet an ordinary temple paladin.

But now it was different, and Alan found a kind of human brilliance in this religious madman, which made him look at Ronningt.

Alan is a very emotional person, and when he saw Ronningt patting the baby's head very gently, he actually felt something in a corner of his heart, so he came to the rescue, and besides, this guy didn't seem to be able to live for a while.

Affectionately rubbed the baby's face with his nose, and Allen's beard like a steel needle giggled as the baby's stubble.

"You're the Holy Son?" Allen, who was holding the baby in his arms, squinted his eyes at the young man sitting next to him.

Alan found that this holy son was really extraordinary, and his facial expression was neither happy nor sad in the face of the scene of corpses everywhere, as if he had long been downplayed or used to seeing it? This kid can't be blind like a blind dragon, right?

"Hello, Montal. Len, son of all evil chaos, I am Orpheus, the Son of your mouth. The corners of the young man's mouth were outlined, but what he said was not very good.

Alan noticed that this so-called holy son was still a big bald head, but he looked like he was only in his teens, and he should be about the same as little Zack, but he was much cleaner than little Zack, and his facial features were quite handsome, but it was a pity that that expression made people feel unapproachable.

Alan ignored him, helped Lonningt up, and said, "Ask you something, I just said that there is an enemy attack on the outside of the Beamon army, and the reinforcements from your Holy See have arrived?" ”

Lonningt shook his head and said, "The magic confinement has blocked all the teleportation circles in the Holy Light Castle, and it can't be so fast!" ”

"Strange, who could that be? It can't be Thackeray and Gonzalez, right? No, just a few people can't make Mourinho bother. ”

The Son Orpheus stood up from the ground and whispered, "Perhaps I know the answer, son of all evils. ”

Orpheus walked towards the city wall, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was feeling something, and after a while, he slowly turned his head and said, "I feel a breath from the Alien Plane and the Netherworld in the distance, and that necromantic aura makes me very uncomfortable. ”

"Speaking of people, the number of opponents and the composition of troops." Alan walked impatiently, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything except under the city walls and the dense army of Beamon in the distance.

"Son of Chaos of all evil, Conslett is your friend, isn't he?" Orpheus said with a smirk.

"Handsome old man?" Alan knew that Conslet had the ability to summon an army of the undead, including the old butler Lacey, who also had a good dark cultivation, but wasn't the entire southern diocese imprisoned by the Beamon sacrifice to the elements?

"Damn! Take me to the teleportation circle in your castle, and the imprisoning position is gone. ”

"Yes, it's weakening, I can feel it." Ronningt, who was being supported, said with a happy face: "Holy Son, if you recover, please leave." ”

"No!" Orpheus looked at the innocent believers and said with a resolute face, "Let them go first." ”