A carriage led them through the deep jungle and across the winding rivers to Hosea, the sacred land of the Five Kingdoms.

They were the last to arrive, and the sacrifices of the other four countries had already come.

Ju Qi slowly stepped out of the carriage, and immediately attracted countless eyes.

The archbishop holds a scepter in his hand, wears a red cloak, and wears a high white crown adorned with a blood-red gem, and the whole person is bathed in divine light, which makes people involuntarily listen to the teachings.

For a moment, Maki stared at Archbishop Gabriel, who was the winner of the last killing game and was now over sixty years old.

When their group is selected by the God of Light as a new archbishop, Gabriel can be promoted to the position of Messenger of Light.

Archbishop Gabriel noticed the blonde girl's gaze at the bottom of the steps, and he nodded kindly at her, and in return, the blonde girl gave him a smile in return.

Maki didn't miss the pity in Gabriel's eyes.

She withdrew her gaze, but met a pair of blue eyes unexpectedly.

Those eyes are not as charming as Ji'er's, Ji'er's blue eyes are like the sparkling sea, and people are intoxicated by it at a glance.

It's Moira.

She probably guessed the reason why Moira was hostile to her, Moira had blonde hair and blue eyes like Ji'er, but her blonde hair was not as bright as Ji'er, and her blue eyes were not as pure as Ji'er.

It's like a failed copy.

Maki curled the corners of her lips and smiled at Moira.

The archbishop took them on a tour of Hosea's Temple of Light, and then said many high-sounding words, and the other priests who did not know the truth were excited.

Gabriel's fingertips rubbed the scepter lightly, a kind smile on his face.

He noticed the young priestess from Sinai, who had been looking very indifferent, as if he had no interest in what was going to happen next.

Gabriel bowed his head and began to pray, and the priests closed their eyes and listened reverently.

Ying Qi raised his eyes and looked at the sculpture on the Temple of Eyes, his gaze was complicated.

Above those nine heavens, behind the snow-white clouds was a splendid palace, and the girls in white robes and garlands on their heads laughed and played.

These young girls, without exception, have one characteristic, blonde hair and blue eyes.

A handsome man with golden eyes sat lazily, smiling casually, looking at the scene as if it were right in front of him.

The tiny human beings were thirsting for his mercy.

Their faces were reverent, their foreheads bowed to the ground, and their mouths were reciting the prayer dedicated to him.

Another round of the game began, and luckily there was still this game, so that it didn't make him too boring.

The human beings looked excited, and when Zachariah glanced at it, he unexpectedly saw a blonde girl looking at her statue in the temple with an indifferent expression.

She was so beautiful, her red lips were like roses in the morning, her blue eyes were full of mystery, her long golden hair really wanted to be wrapped around her fingertips, she was more beautiful than the sun, more holy than the lake.

It's just that there is no piety in her eyes, and she is a little scary with reason.

The Divine Envoy of Light on the side noticed the gaze of the God of Light, lowered his eyes and whispered, "She is not devout to her father, and she deserves to be punished." ”

Zachariah raised his hand, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes: "No need, let this poor little thing live for a few days." ”

"Yes."

Zachariah continued to look at the situation in Hosea's temple, and as they finished their prayers, he suddenly smiled slightly, "Let's make the game more interesting, the holy little thing has blood on its hands, it should be interesting." ”

The Oracle's Divine Messenger of Light immediately understood, "Yes." ”

The sculpture of the god of light in Hosea's temple began to emit a faint golden light, and the golden light began to gradually expand until it enveloped the entire temple.

When the priests opened their eyes again, they were in a place of clouds and fog and the singing of birds.

Dominique couldn't hide his excitement: "Could it be that this is the Holy Realm of Light?" ”

Others chimed in, and some even covered their lips and wept softly.

Ju Qi lightly folded a blooming rose, and the corners of his lips hooked up a touch of mockery, the God of Light is the belief of this continent, but they don't know that their faith has long been disgusted with them.

Moments later, a man in a white robe flew with light wings.

He landed steadily in front of the priests, a kind smile on the corner of his lips: "Guests from afar, welcome to the Holy Realm of Light. ”

"You're an oracle of light, aren't you?" Dominic could barely contain his excitement.

"You can call me Myron."

"When will we see the Father, no, I mean, when will the Father be able to see us?" A man with curly brown hair couldn't help but speak, he was a priest of the Baddan Empire.

Myron smiled and replied, "Before you meet the Father, you need to make a game to prove your piety to the Father, and only the victor will be favored by the Father." ”

Moira's eyes lit up, and she immediately said, "What game?" ”

With a gentle smile on her lips, Myron slowly narrated the rules of the game.

Ying Qi listened calmly, probably the fifteen of them would be divided into two camps, the killer and the good guy.

There are eleven good people, eight of them ordinary people, who have no skills and can only vote during the day; Three Guardians, Guardians are divided into Prophets, Wizards, and Pretenders.

Prophets can predict everyone's identity, wizards have a bottle of holy water and a bottle of poison, and a pretender can disguise himself as one of the killers.

So, if you add the pretenders, there are five killers.

Killers can only kill at night and hide their identities during the day, without having to identify their companions, as there will be pretenders among them.

In the end, until all the people in one faction are dead, the other faction wins.

Myron's voice was as pleasant as a babbling stream, but the words that came out of his mouth shocked everyone except Maki Qi.

Dominic reacted the most: "I don't want it!" This must not be the will of the Father, who loves us, so how can he allow us to kill each other? ”

His words made everyone echo.

"You can choose to give up, but then God will only abandon you." Myron smiled slightly: "Now draw the identity card." ”

No one moved.

Moira bit her lip and stepped forward to draw her ID card.

Ying Qi carefully looked at her expression, and there seemed to be a flash of joy between her eyebrows.

Guardians? Or the Killer?

Maki didn't move, she was waiting for the others to draw cards, just to make herself less conspicuous.

After waiting for a while, another young man stepped forward to draw the card, and Ju Qi looked at him quietly, only to see that he frowned slightly.

Ordinary people? Or the Killer?

When there were still three people left, Ying Qi slowly walked in front of Myron and drew a card, and when she raised her eyes, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned when she met Myron's meaningful eyes.

Walking back with the cards, she looked down at the cards, and saw a hanged man with "Killer" written on the card.