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And in this ruined temple, there was a long silence.

Sikong looked at the five people not far away, all of them were blonde and blue-eyed Caucasians, with extraordinarily three-dimensional facial features, tall bodies, and a strong Middle-earth civilization style.

Although the Middle-earth civilization also belongs to human civilization, the appearance of the local natives is very different from the inhabitants of the imperial civilization.

The inhabitants of the imperial civilization are like commonplace, with black hair and yellow skin, normal body shape, and a bias towards the golden mean.

It's not that there are no Caucasians in the empire, but after the war and chaos of the Great Star Sea that year, the entire human race has integrated and bonded, breaking the boundaries between the star field and the country, and establishing the supreme imperial civilization.

After that, the genes of the yellow race seemed to have a particularly strong adaptability and derivation, and in just a thousand years, they assimilated the genes of other races.

Since then, the yellow race has been in charge of the imperial civilization, and it is rare to see other races.

Of course, these five are themselves people of the Empire, and their outward appearance is only the appearance of the characters they play.

Sikong knew that he couldn't give the five people in front of him too much time to think, so he pretended to be profound: "Come here, praise me with songs, sing me with poems, I want to sow the gospel of the angel of tears, and carry my mortal body with flowers and vines." ”

"Zeni, what is this Templar talking about?"

Sikong's chattering appearance shocked the five people, and Charles stabbed the people around him, puzzled.

Zeni, the man who had just stopped Charles, pondered for a moment before suddenly saying, "The Templars mean that they want us to make flowers and carry him?" ”

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A moment later, in this dense wilderness, walked a strange procession.

The two of them opened the way, slashing thorns along the way with crude iron tools.

One person cut off his tail and erased the trail left behind.

Two others carried a flower pole decorated with tender green stems and leaves, and held bright flowers.

On the flower pole, an ancient and vicissitudes of life sits a knight, stroking the rusty sword on his knee with a hand wearing a dragon-patterned glove.

The knight didn't say a word, his movements were focused, and he was even more cold, as if in his heart, there was only one sword.

Zeni, who was carrying the flower burden, glanced at Charles, and glanced at the rusty sword on the knight's lap, and his eyes seemed to be stung.

The two of them hurriedly bowed their heads and hurried away, just carrying the Templar flowers, which became more and more stable.

Walking through a deserted jungle infested with wild beasts, the front suddenly opened up.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance are majestic, revealing steep rock walls under the snow, and occasionally you can see snow wolves roaring on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

The white snow, melted and released in the middle of the mountainside, flowed down the bleak stream, and merged into a mighty river at the foot of the mountain, and even more crystalline, glittering with the sun's ice crystals rose and fell in the river water.

The fat fish jumped up and startled the strong wind on the river.

Strong winds swept through the forests and grasslands, and birds flew through the canyons and mountains.

Then, they all end up in a huge stone castle in the distance.

There, St. Ann's Castle.

When they arrived here, these five people were obviously very familiar with the road conditions in this area, and the wind was blowing under their feet, and they would not delay for a moment.

And Sikong, who was sitting on the flower burden, had a little gloom in his heart.

When I arrived, it was so quiet that there were no flowers or birds, and even the roars of wild beasts in the depths of the wilderness were gone.

Sikong even saw that in the rubble and grass on the side of the road, there were little faded and dull blood stains.

Broken swords, broken knives, wisped clothes, and more...... Some were buried in a panic, revealing corpses with miserable white arms.

'The world of Middle-earth civilization is not very stable......

That is, when Sikong sighed with emotion, suddenly several people rushed out from the branches and grass on the side of the road, and surrounded Sikong and several people.

Leather shirt with long sleeves, holding a rough mace in his hand, his face was full of dirt, only the pair of eyes, with a cold light, with the madness of a beast, were looking at the people unscrupulously.

"Boom, after guarding for a long time, finally a few more fat sheep came! Brothers, it's time to eat! ”

One of them hammered his strong chest, danced the mace in his hand, and looked greedily.

"Huh? Who are you?! ”

This person noticed the space on the flower pole and was shocked, especially when he saw the dragon pattern armor and bronze mask, his face suddenly hung with incredible colors.

It's exactly the same as when Charles and the others first met.

"You hunters, don't get out of here! Do you know who this is, but the living Templars are the guardians of the angels! ”

The one who opened the road suddenly remembered the boss of the flower burden, scolded loudly, and said inwardly.

It's a pity that the five of them were already a little suspicious in their hearts, and at this time, their expressions were naturally a little indecisive and showed their feet.

Not everyone is like Sikong, bluffing people as simple as eating and drinking, and giving full play to the truth that life is like a play.

The man at the head of the Hunter quickly calmed down and licked his dry, blood-soaked lips, "Templar? All the sacred and demonic things are just the background of this competition, and they will not have a positive relationship with us at all! ”

"A living Templar? I think someone is pretending to be a ghost! Above! Kill them and take their fate captive! ”

Unlike these so-called hunters, Charles and the others were only dressed in coarse linen clothes, and the weapons in their hands were only shoddy, barely sharpened iron swords.

Sure enough, killing people and setting fires is the shortcut to making a fortune.

Charles and Nietzsche quickly put down the Templars on their flowers, drew their iron swords, and fought the rushing hunters.

As soon as the two sides fought, Charles and his men quickly fell into disadvantage, and they were left and right.

'Click! ’

There was an abrupt crisp sound, and I saw that Charles's iron sword was actually broken by a mace, and the mace remained unchanged, and the sharp wolf teeth pierced directly into Charles's chest.

With a terrible scream, Charles was like a tattered rag doll, and threw it straight to the side of the flower burden.

The man led by the Hunter laughed and suddenly saw the Templars still sitting cross-legged on their flower burdens.

Evil was born from the guts, and this man picked up his mace and smashed it directly on the top of the Templar's head!

'Pretending to be a ghost! Grandpa, I'll kill you! ’

At this point, all eyes were on the Templars.

Suddenly, the Templars moved.

Holding the rusty sword with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, he raised it towards the sky, and the blade of the sword flashed coldly.

The mace was like tofu, cut in two by the rusty sword without obscurity.

The Rusty Sword then returned, resting on the Templars' lap again.

Between the lightning and fire, the dust settles.

There is no wind and no waves, shallow and silent.

The faint masters are lonely and invincible vicissitudes of life permeate the crowd.

"I will not kill you, my sword, just to slaughter the demons in the world and spread the gospel of angels."

The Templars' deep voices emanated from under the bronze masks, leading the lost Believers with boundless holiness, fraternity and kindness.

The Templars were still sitting cross-legged on the flowers, quiet and solemn, like angels walking the world.

'Plop! ’

This person looked at the remaining iron rod in his hand, and he was still confused, but when he heard this divine voice, he knelt down violently, and was extremely frightened.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have killed, I shouldn't have blasphemed the dignity of angels, I deserved to die, I deserved to die!"

"You are guilty, but you need angel condemnation. Everyone should live for the sake of angels. ”

The words of the Templar made the man feel pardoned, and he got up with his iron rod on his club, and without daring to look at the knight on the flower load, he left in a panic with a group of hunters.

Charles clutched his chest and lay on the ground, looking like he was waiting to die with his eyes closed, looking up at the Templars who were close at hand, his eyes were lost.

"His second uncle, is he really alive?"