It was already night, and in the deserted mountainous area, the floating three jumpers were no longer invisible, almost close to the ground, racing at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour.

The driver was replaced by a cardinal guard, and Cheyenne's freshness had long passed, and at this time he was chatting with people in the carriage. Although he is now a fake god, he can say to the members of the Fei Gong that the goddess Xiaohong can talk and laugh and even giggle when she sees it, and this cute god can't find any holy solemnity, and there is no distinction between dignity and inferiority when chatting.

"Yes, this guy Sardar is really different", listening to Tina and Inss talk about this person, Cheyenne was a little curious: "I really can't imagine why he is the only one who can use the Silk Witch Radio? Could it be that his soul is actually as pure and immaculate as a beautiful girl? He is a scumbag and obscene uncle." ”

Tina and Insi looked at him with disdain, you are also a scumbag and obscene uncle!

But Cheyenne's question is indeed interesting, and Insi said, "Uncle Sardar is a ...... A good person, a very good person, his mind is completely unguarded, so he can sense each other with us. ”

"Sounds like a ...... There is also such a person under the Saint Emperor, who is so kind that even ants can't bear to step on it, but he is extremely brave in battle. The Emperor used to say that he was his 'Galahad', so everyone called him by that name. ”

"Unfortunately, when he was governor of the north of West Fein, Galahad was assassinated by an adopted orc child, and the Emperor slaughtered all the orcs there to avenge him. There aren't many orcs in West Fein now, and it was at that time that they were frightened and ran away to the ice tundra of East Fein. ”

Insi shook her head: "Of course we know who Galahad is, Uncle Sardar is not the kind of person who only exists, he is a living mortal." He had little courage and little conviction. He was able to be a knight because his ancestors were knights, so he thought he could only be a knight. ”

Tina shrugged her shoulders and said, "Richie once said that the Crimson Faith cannot liberate everyone, because mortals must desire liberation from the soul, and only themselves can save themselves. There are many people who are unwilling to let others be freed, so that they cannot enslave others, and so they themselves are not liberated. There are also many people who are unwilling to liberate themselves, because the free soul will make them confused. ”

"Richie is a little depressed when he talks about the latter group of people, and there are such people around him, which is Sardar. ”

"That's not right," Cheyenne said, "He can use the Silk Witch Radio to show that his soul has actually accepted the Crimson Faith, at least he has touched this branch of the Internet." ”

Insi sighed: "He just passively accepts, his soul is not pure and immaculate, but he can accept any scrutiny, and he has no resistance to sharing his heart." And he genuinely loves us and is willing to do anything for us. ”

Cheyenne pondered for a while, nodded and said, "Although he is a mortal, it is also remarkable that he can face everything about himself calmly, which means that his soul has infinite possibilities." ”

Insi said regretfully: "Yes, Uncle Sardar's soul is like a sponge, he can stuff anything into it, but it is not affected at all. When we connected with him, we also thought about awakening him, and stuffed the feelings and experiences of the witches' various priesthoods into it, but there was still no change. ”

The crystal light flashed in Insie's eyes, and she showed a sly smile: "Scratch him at this time, as long as the witch radio station is not far from him, it should be able to touch him." ”

Then her tiny body shook a little, and Tina asked, "Is it too far away to feel it?"

Insi frowned and said, "I sensed ...... Very faint but frantic soul fluctuations, it's Sardar That's right, what's wrong with him?"

In the cellar of the castle in the back mountain, Sardar coughed violently and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

Reloel rushed over and shouted in a panic, "Mr. Sadar, are you alright? I thought you were dead......

She pressed Sadar's chest, and a faint white light appeared in her hand: "I'll treat you, I'm a priest, I can cure you!"

Han Sen's cold voice sounded: "Your Royal Highness Princess, don't you still understand that you don't belong to yourself, and your words and deeds are related to the life and death of countless people?"

Ralore was stunned for a moment, and Hansen continued, "At least for now, if you don't obey, the person in front of you will die for you. ”

Sardar slowed down and struggled, "Young Master...... The young master will not let you go!"

"Ah, speaking of your young master", Han Sen said with a smile, "I was willing to cooperate with your young master before, because I could only rely on his strength. The Phillips is indeed very strong, and it is an ally of Romrose, so I have no choice but to cooperate with him. ”

Speaking of this, his tone became indignant: "Yes, there is no choice. Even if your young master wants to split the Oxter with Romrose, I can only endure it with tears. In this way, the bloodline of the kingdom can be preserved, and the glory banner of the Caster will be dimmed, but at least it will not be left on the ground and forgotten. ”

The tone changed to high-spirited: "Now that I have a better choice, Vester will have a new future, how can I care about your young master? I don't want to be an enemy of him and the whole Feigong, but it doesn't mean that I don't even have the courage to kill a little knight like you!"

Hansen shook his head contemptuously, "When we first met in the Molten Realm, you were still his personal attendant. At that time you were a second-class knight, and now you are still a second-level ...... No, the god of knights has changed, and you seem to have declined to the first level, right?"

"Do you think your young master would care about a first-class knight? I heard that you used to manage a lot of people under him, and now you are sent here as a small guard, obviously degraded, he will turn against me for your life and death? Now the person standing behind me is a big man he can't afford to offend!"

Of course, Sardar's role in the working group was not revealed, and Hansen only thought that he was an ordinary bodyguard. Maybe there is also the reason why the two of them have dealt with each other very early and asked him to come over to facilitate communication.

Sardar said indignantly: "I...... It's the young master's captain of the guard......"

"Are you convinced?"

Hansen let out a sarcastic disdainful laugh: "I know more about the crimson faith than you do, you don't want slaves, or even nobles. Refer to each other as comrades, and everyone is equal. Your young master has abandoned his dukedom status a long time ago, and will he still let you be the captain of the guard?"

He sank his face: "In short, just now it was just a lesson, you just need to understand that I not only have the strength, but also the courage to kill you!

Hansen looked at Reloel: "Then Your Royal Highness, is it time to go with me?"

Reloel's face was pale and speechless, and the maid Trisy came to pull her, and she did not resist.

Han Sen nodded: "That's right, Your Highness, obediently follow the arrangement, and no one will die for you." ”

Sardar struggled to stand up, but to no avail of throwing up more blood.

Sardar shouted angrily, "Hansen...... Aren't you a knight? How do you ...... How can such a thing be done?"

"As I said earlier, the most important thing as a knight is loyalty, and loyalty to the right people," Hansen shrugged, "so I don't lose my power because of the change of gods, on the contrary, I think you have never understood the beliefs of knights." ”

Hansen didn't want to talk to Sardar anymore, and took Reyrol's thin arm and prepared to leave the cellar.

As if receiving some summons, Hansen suddenly stopped, stood for a moment, and his face changed greatly.

"That guy...... Why did you come here in advance!?"

He gritted his teeth and muttered, "This is a problem." ”

Turning his head to look at Rui Luoer, who was completely sluggish, Hansen's eyes rolled a few times, and he said in an unusually helpless tone: "Your Royal Highness Princess, it seems that we can only make a marriage contract here now." ”

Reloll paused for a moment before looking up suddenly, and Hansen looked at her and nodded, "That's right, right here." ”

He took out a small bottle from his pocket: "This is the blessed potion of the goddess of life, as long as you drink it and do that kind of thing, you will definitely get pregnant." It's not a good place, but it's critical, and we're all going to have to sacrifice for the sake of Kxter's future. ”

Relore shook her head in horror, she was originally prepared to endure the humiliation, so that at least Mr. Sardar would not die, if it was really as Hansen said, there would be more people who would not die, and the suffering of the kingdom could be ended, it would be worth it.

But this guy, who is here now, insulting her in front of everyone else, how can this be!?

"Your Highness, don't you still understand? Only when you are pregnant with my flesh and blood can our relationship be confirmed", Han Sen's face was twisted, and he looked extremely hideous: "Only in this way will you not die! I am saving your life!"

"I'm walking hard in the wall of fire, and every step must be taken with great dexterity and care, so that it will not be burned to ashes, what is the personal shame compared to the future of the kingdom!?"

This kind of thing is far beyond the bottom limit that Reloll can accept, and she struggles frantically, even condensing white light in her hand, trying to use magic to break free from Hansen.

Hansen slapped Reyrol in the face with such force that the princess fainted instantly.

Pinching Reyrol's jaw and pouring the potion into her mouth, Hansen instructed Trixie: "Undress her!"

Trish hesitated, although she was coerced by Hansen, this kind of thing also exceeded her bottom line.

Hansen kicked her against the wall, "It's useless!"

Annoyed, he threw Reyrol onto the wheat flour sack, flipped over, and reached out to pull it. In the hissing sound, the luxurious dress was shattered, and most of the girl's slender and crystalline body was exposed.

"Damn, I can't get up at this time!"

Hansen was fiddling with it anxiously when a faint rainbow shot over, and he didn't notice it for a moment, and was knocked several steps away.

"Rape...... Princess, excuse me...... Saying that the kingdom is ...... guarded"

It was Sardar, who didn't know where he got the strength, and he rushed up and blocked in front of the spring-shining Reyrol.

Sardar gasped violently, and the wound that had penetrated his body, though not critical, still made him unusually weak. He was still very annoyed when he spoke, because he was accompanying the princess, and he didn't have any weapons on him. Even just bringing a magic guide gun can pose a threat to this guy.

Sardar shouted angrily: "O god of knights, why not punish this sinner!"

"Looks like you really don't want to live anymore!"

The fierce light in Hansen's eyes was revealed, and the iridescent divine light gathered in his hand, becoming more and more intense.

Then he stiffened, as if another message had been sent.

"That bastard......"

After a while, Hansen gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even give me a few minutes!"

He stamped his feet and walked out, and after going out, after saying a few words, the four guards went into the cellar and closed the door.

Sardar's heart was relieved, and he almost sat on the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Reloel's naked body, and hurriedly picked up a dress to cover her up.

The four guards walked over, their eyes shining with evil.

"The earl just said that he couldn't touch the princess, he didn't say that he couldn't do anything else, right?"

"It should be okay to just touch and kiss, after all, it's a noble princess. ”

"There's a maid over there, and you can play with it if you're not dead. The Count had to deal with the Lord, and could not come back at once. ”

"What about this guy? ”

"The Count just said don't kill him, anything else. ”

"Great, my fist is itching. ”

These four guards are all knights, and they exude a powerful aura on their bodies, at least level three.

Seeing them coming over with a sly smile, Sardar shouted in his heart again: "O Shuma, god of knights, who will help me!"

In the field of vision, which became a little trance-like, the light and shadow of iron and red intertwined fell.

A sacred and solemn thought swept through his heart: "Karl Sardar, I have heard your prayers, and although you have never been devout in your faith in me, I am willing to visit you in the name of Shuma, the god of war. As long as you convert to the god of war and let your soul go on the path of war and legions, you will gain power. ”

God of War!?

Sardar was stunned, and subconsciously responded: "Your Majesty Shuma, you are really no longer the god of knights? I am a knight, how can I believe in the god of war?"

The thought faded with the light and shadow in his vision, vaguely mixed with the sighs of the gods.

Immediately after that, the iridescent light and shadow fell, and another solemn thought in the heart swayed.

"I am Numan Air, the new god of knights. Sadar, offer me your piety. Recite the Knight's Virtues with a reverent heart, and you will regain your knightly power. ”

Sardar was first overjoyed, and then excited: "Is this the way of a knight? Offering your soul to you and reciting the chapters of virtue will give you strength? Isn't it time to practice the faith according to the chapters of virtue?"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became: "Why does Hansen still have your favor, why do his men still have power, and their actions are not in accordance with the rules of knighthood at all!"

The god of knights responded indifferently: "The most important thing for knights is loyalty, and the way to practice faith is to fight for the nobility." By reciting my divine name and knightly chapters in practice, you will be able to overcome the mortal bondage of your body and soul and gain your power. ”

Sardar shouted in his heart: "This is not right——!"

The thought and the light and shadow faded again, leaving only a faint ripple in Sardar's heart.

Sardar cried out in pain: "No...... I am doing the right thing, why don't you take care of me!?"

The four guards looked at each other and laughed.

During this period of time, the god of knights has changed, and they have seen many knights whose faith has collapsed, and they have really gone crazy again.

"Get out of the way!"

"Yo ho, the one forsaken by God, dare to stop us?"

"Let's take a beating!"

The guards kicked Sadar down, his fists and feet crackling and falling, and Sadar didn't realize it.

His eyes were bruised, the bridge of his nose was broken, the corners of his mouth were shattered, and his teeth were mixed with blood spurting out, Sardar was still dumbfounded, muttering in a low voice: "This is not right...... Not right......"

In the hall of the castle, Hansen bowed to a short halfling: "Lord Gomis...... Why did you come early? I haven't finished dealing with this yet. ”

"Wait until you have arranged everything before letting Your Majesty come over?"

The halfling looked up with a sneer, he was very young, and the iron gray light flashing in his eyes made even Hansen sweat on his forehead.

Hansen said tremblingly, "I...... I don't understand what you mean, since Your Majesty is coming, of course I have to arrange everything. ”

Gomis, the halfling, said: "Do you think that the matter of getting involved with the Crimson Church will hide from my eyes? It's just that Your Majesty doesn't care about how you clowns toss, as long as you honestly offer the resources Your Majesty wants, Your Majesty will not bother to care." ”

"The new aristocracy has no experience in governance at all, and the things that are tossed out are scattered and miscellaneous, and they can't exert any power when they come together. Your Majesty has spared you old nobles and let you serve Your Majesty's cause. But it doesn't mean that I, Your Majesty's most faithful servant, will forget my duty, and I've been staring at you, clown!"

"Now that Your Majesty wants to use the power of the bloodline of the nobles of the kingdom, you must come here in person, don't tell me that you don't have any ghost ideas, right?"

Hansen tried to pull his face and said with a smile, "How dare I? How dare I? I do have some dealings with the Crimson Church, but I just help them cover up the trafficking of human beings from Ixter, and I don't have the guts to get involved in other things, and they can't trust me so much, let alone plot with me to do anything unfavorable to Your Majesty." ”

"I think so, people like you, you can sell anything for your own territory and title, and the Crimson Church is not naïve enough to believe you. ”

Gomis nodded and said, "But I can't let you go, so I'll come ahead and make some preparations for Your Majesty." ”

Speaking of this, he licked his lips: "Now take me to the princess, let her out as bait, and it is still my idea to screw you old nobles together." Before she meets the inevitable fate tomorrow, she should make up for the experiences that she should have had as a woman, otherwise it would be a pity. ”

Hansen paused and hurriedly said, "This ...... It's a bit of a hassle......"

In the cellar, Sardar fell to the ground, already beaten to the point of inhuman shape.

The four guards showed no interest in him anymore, and surrounded the unconscious Reyrol, using their hands and mouths together, sizzling, as if sharing delicious food.

"Let it go...... Let go...... Princess......"

Sardar wanted to shout, but his mouth opened and closed like a fish's mouth, and he couldn't make any sound.

"Who's going to help me...... Any god can do it......"

Streams of light and shadow, one by one, thoughts passed in his eyes, and his heart flowed, but only various afterimages were left. Even the goddess with blond hair and gray eyes, a crown, and a face that resembles Catherine seemed to have appeared, but it still failed to penetrate his soul.

In the moment when Sardar was about to despair, a faint but scorching fluctuation skipped a beat in his heart.

"Sardar, your soul is so strange, there are holes everywhere, you can just go in, you can't leave anything, it's like a sponge. ”

"We are not the Lady of the Cardinal, we are the daughters of the Cardinal!"

"We're going to love Daddy for the rest of our lives!"

"Are you going to protect us for the rest of your life?"

It's the Silk Witch!

Sardar's heart suddenly cleared, he had never been so clear in his life.

Has the Silky Witch come to his rescue? Which Silk?

"Sardar, you never look at your soul, you will not be liberated. ”

"You can't even liberate yourself, and of course you can't keep up with Dad's pace. ”

"Captain of the Guard, Dad needs that, Dad needs comrades. ”

The words of the Silk Witches churned in his heart, which he had heard after he connected to the Silk Witch Network, but he didn't understand it before, and he didn't want to understand it.

"Sardar, go out and see, maybe there will be an opportunity for you to awaken. ”

When the young master asked him to follow Tarence to Dexter, the words of the command also appeared: "What is awakening? But it is not to awaken for the sake of gaining power, but to gain power after awakening. ”

"True awakening is the liberation of oneself...... Forget it, now that I say that you don't understand this, just keep it in mind. Something might happen then, and if you remember it again, you should understand. ”

The heat rolled in the bottom of Sardar's heart, becoming more and more violent.

"Liberation...... How can I free myself?"

For the first time, the question slammed into Sardar's mind so violently that he craved an answer like a traveler in the desert thirsting for a drop of water.

This longing is like a screwed faucet, and countless words and scenes pour out like a torrent.

It was something he was tired of hearing and seeing......

When he was still in the viscount's domain, the young master held a life meeting in the small temple, he stayed outside, and he heard the young master's words word for word.

After coming to the Epsillon, he had heard and seen countless life meetings he had attended.

When he was the commander of the legion, Wilson and Gambit and other subordinates held mobilization meetings for the soldiers, and he was a statue on the scene.

At first, he thought that those words were just the young master's coaxing, but later he found out that the young master was sincere, so it was the young master's belief, and it had nothing to do with him protecting the young master and being the young master's guard captain.

Later, he got all the experiences and insights related to these words and these creeds in the Witch's mental network, but he didn't feel that they were his own, and he shouldn't be his own.

Now, he felt he was wrong.

The heat flow has turned into a frenzy in the mind, and there are several tributaries with clear differences in light and color.

For Sardar, these tributaries are indistinguishable, they are all the same, they all come from the deep self of his soul, the self that has never been examined, the chaotic and unclear.

His soul was completely open to the feelings and experiences that the slightest witch had passed on to him, becoming one with himself.

The Guardian flipped Relol's body over, and began to explore the girl's most delicate and precious forbidden area with his hands and mouth.

Rerol woke up, screaming and struggling in terror, which made the defenders' spirits even higher.

They laughed, pulling the girl's body out of a position of great shame, and one of the guards squeezed his head between the girl's legs, and said with a drooling voice: "This is the princess's place, see what the taste is different......

Scarlet, dark gold, and pale gold lit up behind them, and the guards were stunned and looked over.

In the brilliant light, a hand wrapped in scarlet light reached out and pressed the head of the guard squeezed between the girl's legs.

"I can't stand it...... Destroy ......"

In the strange murmur, the red light seeped down, and there was a pop sound, and the guard's head seemed to be burned through by the flame of terror in an instant, but it remained the same, turning into flying ashes piece by piece.