At night, the lights are bright.

The paladins here are no longer poor and penance, although the buildings still retain the style of the Cheyenne era, and other municipal facilities are already on par with Beta, at least the streets and rooms are equipped with fluorite lamps.

In the wooden house where Cheyenne once lived, the purple-haired girl flipped through the heavy tome under the dim oil lamp, reading with her only left eye.

Outside the house, there was a shrill whistle, followed by the sound of noisy footsteps.

Nama muttered, "What's wrong again?"

The holy warriors of Cheyendia have all joined the "Integrated Management Law Enforcement Brigade", and in accordance with the "Regulations on the Management and Punishment of Adventurers" formulated by the Fei Gong, they cooperate with the Crimson Sanctuary and the Beta City Guard to practice justice on the Godfall Plateau.

This siren is an emergency call order, which means that something serious has happened, but it is already the norm in Cheyendia.

A flash of heat flashed in her eyes, and she touched the empty sleeve of her right arm with her left hand, and sighed gloomily.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and it was Ralph, who used his prosthetic hand made of magic metal to hold on to the door frame, gasping and saying, "Nama, a large number of undead have appeared in the hilly area to the west! The leader is still a hero-level death knight, and several adventurer squads have been wiped out!"

"Undead again?"

Nama frowned and said, "It was also a bone dragon last night, and the movement of the undead in the past two days seems to be very big." ”

"Yes, Otto has already arrived with the city guards, and they want us to go to support immediately", Ralph said in an eager tone, "Nama, you can go with us too!"

Nama shook her head bitterly: "What can I do when I go?"

Ralph said: "You don't need to fight, as long as you are there, the morale of our paladins will be high!"

Nama raised her left hand, and a faint golden holy light swam between her fingers, as if it was about to condense into an arc of light, but it could never be formed.

"I can't even use the Evil Slash now, so I'm not a holy warrior anymore," she sighed, "and besides, most of the holy warriors don't know me anymore." ”

Seeing that the faith of the predecessors he admired in the past had fallen to such an extent, Ralph froze for a moment: "Nama......"

"Thank you, Ralph, I know you've been helping me", Nama patted the tome, "I'm not going to give up, so let's go our separate ways." ”

Ralph was speechless at Nama's smile and nodded heavily.

After Ralph left, Nama continued to look through the tome.

"Pure ......justice that is not dependent on anything else"

Namamo clutched the paper and sighed, "Even the account of the Origin Divine Scripture cannot find such justice." ”

She looked up at the ceiling: "Mentor, although you have changed your path, I will not change. Remember, when you brought us out of the slums, the little girl with her sister had already made a pact with you. ”

She murmured: "The agreement is better than everything, it is the agreement that allows me to walk on the path of justice, it is the agreement that allows me to continue to walk even if I lose your guidance, yes, the agreement is ...... Justice ......"

The light and shadow were in a trance, and it seemed that the space was staggered at this moment, and Nama seemed to have her soul out of her body, and the whole person was stunned and motionless.

A little bit of golden light overflowed from the canon, seeping into Nama's body, and the pages of the book faded.

After a moment, her whole body was immersed in golden light, like a sculpture.

The golden light gradually dissipated, and Nama's eyes were filled with life again.

She looked at the canon that had turned to ashes, and then looked at her hand, the originally empty sleeve actually swung upright, and finally stood upright.

"My Hand ......"

She whispered in dismay, and a pair of golden wings suddenly stretched out behind her, and a hand glowing with golden light stretched out from her sleeve, holding a thick golden book in her hand.

As if she was out of her control, she opened the big book directly, and lines of runes came into her eyes, and her right eye, which was covered by an eye patch, also overflowed with golden light, and seemed to have regained normal vision.

Looking at it, her expression changed from stunned to confused, and then from confused to trance.

She said happily: "Longerde, I have understood your divine will!"

She removed the blindfold again, and in the golden light of her right eye, there was a faint scale.

The walls seemed to be transparent, and the assembled paladins glowed with golden light, some of which were fading to the pale gold they had when the Duke of Prell had received the handle of Tyr.

"I understand, my lord has made clear the direction of justice, and I will speak for my lord and uphold such justice. ”

Nama sighed deeply, and then said reverently: "Thank you for the favor of my Lord, I will let the light of justice shine on Fein!"

The wooden house was glittering with golden light, and the paladins who came and went were in a hurry to rush to the battlefield, and they didn't care.

After a long time, the wooden house was dark again, with a faint amount of ash flying in the room, and three letters on the table.

Under the flickering oil light, you can vaguely see the envelopes written "To Ralph", "To Nicole", and "To Duke Prell".

..................

The moonlight reflected on the sand sea was not much darker than daylight.

On the back of a huge sand dune, hundreds of ragged people slumped on the ground, enjoying the rare coolness.

Everyone gasped for breath, as if the little moisture in the air could bring them a touch of moisture and moisten their already dry bodies.

"Water...... Water...... I see the water!"

One jumps to his feet, pulls out a dagger and plunges into the other's neck. Blood gushed out, and he bit the wound and sucked greedily.

When the others pulled the man away, he cried out frantically, "We're all going to die here......!

The screaming stopped abruptly, and when he looked down and saw the tip of the sword coming out of his heart, he muttered "retribution" and fell to the ground, silent.

A young man shook the blood from his sword and said to the people around him, "Drag him and this man outside." ”

There was no movement, the young man gritted his teeth, and said again: "Find a place where no one is around, you can drink." ”

He said sharply: "You are not allowed to eat meat! Whoever eats me will kill whomever I want!"

People swarmed up, dragging a dead man and a dying man out.

The young man pursed his chapped lips, shook his head, and made his way through the stray crowd into a tent.

"Gaston ......"

A hoarse voice sounded, "Can you hold on tonight?"

The red-haired girl sat in the tent, her face covered with wind and frost, her cheekbones sunken, but her eyes were shining.

Gaston hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "I think it's difficult, no food or secondary, the main thing is that there is no water." ”

He said indignantly: "We shouldn't have plundered the caravan!, it's all Esther, if he hadn't connived at those people to attack the caravan, how could we have been forced to take this road!?"

"I knew you were going to speak ill of me", another young man entered the tent, it was Esther, and sneered: "I said not to bring so many people, we don't have enough provisions. You have to say that these people are also partners of justice, and you can't abandon them, but now what about the partners of justice who are drinking human blood and eating human flesh!"

"Shut up!"

Gronia snorted, and both of them stopped.

"I was the one who agreed to plunder the caravan, and I was the one who brought everyone with me, whether it was right or wrong, the decision was made by me", she said coldly, "Have you been shaken, by attacking each other, questioning whether my choice is wrong?"

The two said they didn't dare, and retreated in fear.

The holy light flashed in his hand, and the blade of Tyr was revealed, but the brilliance was much dimmer than before.

Gronia licked her parched lips and whispered, "Am I really on the wrong path?"

Killing the rich and helping the poor in the kingdom of Koster certainly condensed a team, but it also made some holy warriors leave him. What's more, the wild mages, druids, and other professionals who had been recruited all fled.

Continuing north, he plundered the caravan along the way, only to be wanted by the Chamber of Commerce, and was unable to go through the mountains to the west. The terrain is complex, the mountain people are brave and warlike, and they are loyal to the kingdoms of Rakxiang and Kxter.

She led a team of thousands of people and chose to cross the sea of weeping sand and go to the kingdom of Bled, the stage she had booked.

But she far underestimated the terrible power of nature, and halfway through it, the group shrank to less than a thousand. Due to the lack of guides, he could not find an oasis in the desert, and soon ran out of water and food.

It would be nice to have even a teleporter mage on your team, or a wayfinding druid or ranger.

It's a pity that not only are these professionals gone, but also because the divine power of her holy warrior has changed, the magic guide can't be used, and it can't be teleported, and the supplies can only be transported by mules and horses.

The supplies were quickly depleted, and the mules and horses were killed and drank blood and meat. Tonight some people have already started killing people, drinking blood, and even eating meat. Her body has not yet reached her limit, and she is already on the verge of psychological collapse.

Even the Blade of Tyr could not suppress the fear in her heart, which was a fear from the depths of her soul.

Restless and extremely restless, she came out of the tent.

Gaston and Esther were leading their loyal men in an effort to maintain order, and the area around the tent was still calm, but faint screams could be heard in the distance.

She trekked to the top of the sand dunes and looked up at the crescent moon.

"It's a pity that Ms. Moon is long gone", for some reason, Gronia let out such a sigh.

She fell to her knees and plunged Tyr's blade into the sand.

"On Ronde, Holy Warrior Gronia prays for your guidance and for your help......"

"She's fighting for you, but she needs direction, she needs water and food, she needs the strength to hold on......"

"She firmly believes that you will give it all, just as you gave her the divine power and entrusted her with the duty of righteousness......"

"Dragon...... My Lord ......"

She prayed as the light of the Blade of Tyr still dimmed, which made her feel cold inside, tears sliding down her cheeks and splashing down the sand.

"My lord...... Have you forsaken me, and I am your holy woman......"

Shouting like this in his mouth, thinking so in his heart, deep in his heart, a thought kept amplifying and lingering.

"God, no matter which god it is, if I can get out of the predicament in front of me and let me fulfill my wish for revenge, I will dedicate my soul to you!"

A voice that seemed to rise from the darkness suddenly sounded: "Even if you abandon the faith of Longer?"

No, I'm a paladin! I'm loyal to justice, I'm loyal to Dragon!

Gronia shouted in her heart, a wisp of distraction amplified into the same voice: "If Longer really cares for me, why don't you come and save me?"

"You have renounced the faith of Dragon," said the ghostly voice.

Gronia looked at the rapidly fading light on Tyr's Blade and exclaimed, "No——!"

The voice added, "You have not been favored by Dragon, and the sword in your hand is not part of the Scales of Tyr. It is actually my lost artifact, and it still condenses justice, and it is this justice that favors you. ”

Gronia asked blankly, "Is this ...... What justice?"

The other party asked, "Do you still believe in justice, and are you willing to give your soul to such justice?"

The destruction of White Jade City, the misery of fleeing, the humiliation of Beta, the fear of killing Mayne in the woods, the past flashed through Gronia's mind.

If you can't get revenge, if you can't get to that point, what is everything you have endured before!?

She shouted in her heart: "Of course I ...... I believe in justice! As long as this justice allows me to take revenge, to kill the Blood Crown Queen and her henchmen, and to destroy her evil rule, I am willing to give everything, even my soul!"

"Very well, Paladin, you will be the first Paladin I will return to the Divine Order", the voice said in a deep voice, "This sword in your hand is called the Blade of Vengeance, it is I, the god of suffering and vengeance, which Ismat lost a thousand years ago, and now I give you its true power, which is ...... Justice for the Suffering!"

Ismat ......

Gronia was in a trance, feeling that there was something missing in her heart, but she couldn't say anything, just a hint of happiness, this is a good god after all.

Then her heart was shocked, and a majestic force poured out from the long sword in her hand, and the originally dim golden light was blazing again, and strangely, there was a faint wisp of scarlet in it.

The power poured into Gronya's body, washing over her soul and sweeping away her tiredness.

Feeling more powerful and uplifted than ever, she subconsciously shouted, "Praise Ismat!"

The wings of light stretched out from behind her, even more dazzling than the golden light before, and in the center of each swollen beam of light, there was a breathtaking blood line.

The strange shape at the top of the dunes made everyone look up, and everyone saw Gronia's wings fluttering, kneeling in front of a giant phantom. The phantom robe hood, unable to see clearly, dissipated in laughter.

Then the sand dunes shook violently, and the sand beneath Gronia's sword quickly became wet, oozing wisps of water, and soon turned into a spring of water.

The crowd boiled as the cool, clean water erupted from the top of the dune and poured down like a waterfall under the dune, and huge fish could be seen churning in the water.

They rushed to the waterfall, some drank water, some caught fish, and all shouted Gronia's name.

Gronia floated in the air, looking at the long sword with the spine turning into blood, feeling the strange divine power in her body, and frowning slightly.

Then she raised her brows and raised her sword and shouted, "This is the blessing of Ismat! From now on, we will serve Ismat as the master, and we will be the holy warriors of Ismat!"