Looking at Draenor in the flames, Chu Ming knew that there was no room for turning around. Draenor is a determined warrior who wants to right a mistake in a warrior's way, and for Draenor, it is more important for Draenor to die openly than to live unexpectedly.

"Okay, I agree." Chu Ming also stood up and gave a military salute. Whatever Draenor has done or been on that side, at least he's a respectable fighter. Chu Ming respects any true warrior, even if it is an opponent, he will give the opponent the right to choose the way of death.

"Yes, sir!" Delano replied loudly, his hand reaching for his lower back. Then, he said that a flame was brought to Chu Ming's face. His expression was pleasant, one of genuine delight.

"Chu Ming, please allow me to call you that. You are my comrade-in-arms and brother. At the time of his death, the chief was still there, and my brother was still there, and I was really relieved. Didn't you say you were going to dig out my heart and prove it? I can do it! This is my 'Instrument Mother', 'Armored Soul' and 'Life Core'. Here you go, I don't want my superiors to misunderstand me, and I can't let my brothers doubt me. Hopefully, this will wash away my sins. See you again—"

Draenor simply turned and left, the blue flames on the surface of his body fading rapidly, and his life was also flying away. When he is gone, he may find a beautiful place to die alone; Perhaps he had dug his grave and erected a tombstone that could be easily weathered; Perhaps, he will not do anything, just collapse on the side of the road somewhere, attracting a large crowd of onlookers.

Draenor's figure disappeared at the end of the prison hallway, and the jailer's voice came over as if to say hello. Then there is the sound of doors opening and closing. After the sound died down, the corridor fell silent again, except for the still-dim light and cold iron bars.

Chu Ming spread out the palm of his right hand, there was a flame there, that was Draenor's "life core", the most important thing in the Holy Hall. But what's the use of that for Chu Ming?

Chu Ming stared at the blue flame, only futile and sentimental in his heart. At all costs. It takes courage to die.

"Draenor, if you need salvation, your sins should be forgiven." Chu Ming muttered to himself, he completely forgave Draeno, Chu Ming is also a dying person, at this time, what else can't be put down?

Suddenly. The blue flame swayed for a moment, and then disappeared in the twilight, as if passing through Chu Ming's palm. All that was left was a ring and a triangle.

Chu Ming sighed in surprise, and he held the ring and the angle iron. Turn your hand over and keep it clean on the back of your hand. Nothing.

"What is this?"

Spreading his palm again, Chu Ming looked at his palm. The ring is the "mother", and the angle iron is the "armored soul". These Chu Ming all knew the Dao, but Chu Ming found that a circular pattern appeared in the palm of his hand. The pattern is familiar.

"Oh, remembered. ' Vitality Roasted'? ”

Chu Ming thought about it. On the Titan-level flagship of the 507 Guards, Chu Ming inadvertently opened the "Special Permission for Miss Haofeier's Birthday Wish". The Central Zhi Brain gave him such a painful "vitality burning", allowing him to take the 507 Guards out of danger, and at the same time, he also left this pattern.

"'Life Burn' seems to be called 'Templar Salvation', does that matter?"

Chu Ming was a little curious. He looked at the pattern, which swirled like a snake, as if it were alive. Suddenly, some information rushed into Chu Ming's consciousness. More and more. Faster and faster. If Chu Ming didn't have that spiritual power core, he would have been dizzy by this information.

About a dozen seconds later. All visions vanished, and the pattern once again disappeared under Chu Ming's skin.

"Suddenly-" Chu Ming let out a heavy breath, he understood: "It turns out that this is the Holy Temple, it turns out that this is Draenor, it turns out that this is the 'Salvation of the Holy Temple'!" ”

In an instant, Chu Ming knew all the secrets of the Templar Realm, and he even knew all the techniques of Draenor's battle. "Templar Redemption" is like a codebreaker, completely deciphering all the knowledge in the "life core".

"That's it."

Chu Ming took the ring with him, and then inserted the triangle iron into the gap in his spine. This is where those two pieces of gear should be. Chu Ming felt a little itchy on his right shoulder, and when he turned his head, a faint blood mark appeared on his right shoulder, which was shaped like a commodity barcode.

"I am a church, a 'brand church.'"

Chu Ming said self-deprecatingly. His body was still weak, and even if he knew what to do, his body wouldn't be able to make him as strong as the Templar. Moreover, this is the Imperial High Law Prison, a place from which the Holy Church cannot escape......

September 2147 A.D. The last of the former 507 Guards of the Province of Samuel, to which the Grand Duke of Leo belonged, walked out of the Imperial High Law Prison, half a year after the events of March were over.

"It's a sunny day, the Bureau of Meteorology decides, because the Sinclair League is on our side, and it's the beginning of victory."

"Yes, they won."

"Oh no, we won. Oh - look at my brain, you're not us, though I like you a lot, because you don't toss people. ”

"Yes, you're wrong, I'm not you."

"Yes, yes, that's a matter of principle. But what exactly are you charged with? The most famous criminals are in the Imperial High Law Prison, but I don't know you. ”

"I said I was once a hero, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it."

"That's right. I don't believe it either, hehe......"

The jailer scratched his head, thinking that it would be interesting to talk to this criminal, but this opportunity would not be there, and today was the last time.

"At least the weather is nice, isn't it? I love the sun, especially the big sun. ”

The criminal stared straight at the scorching star, and then walked to the square of the prison, where there was a warship, and this time the execution would be carried out in outer space, because a Clan Alliance Archon had said long ago - "No inch of the capital star can hold dirt." "Therefore, there will be no death penalty in the Frost Jade Gathering Star Circle, the capital of the Borgeti League.

The battleship flew higher and higher, the blue sky disappeared, the deep black of the universe shrouded all around, and the only condemned prisoner was lifted out and pushed to the death chamber, which was his last destination. According to the procedure, it is generally a drug gaze, followed by incineration, and the ashes of the last are thrown into space.

An officer stepped forward and gave the offender a shot, which was a strong sedative.

"Hey, it's useless." The convict tied to the chair shouted in dissatisfaction, his body was extremely resistant to drugs, and he didn't want to die in pain, so he asked for another injection.

The officer smiled, said nothing, and walked straight away, closing the door. The cries of criminals were also locked inside.

"It's useless, it's allergenic."

Someone finally got acquainted, and the criminal turned his head and saw an acquaintance walk in through another door.

"Hi Panaharu, you are also a winner. Is your uncle Murphylin co-chair okay? Actually, I guess it's your own father. ”

"Chu Ming, don't use it to stimulate me, he's dead, so what's the matter, even if you die, I'm still alive." Banaharu was triumphant, he was a man who would repay his eyes, even if it was a dead man.

Banaharu seemed to have gained weight again, and the fat on his face muttered, and every piece of fat was full of victorious fat.

"Chu Ming, guess my position, don't you want to guess? Let me tell you, the 507 Guards have been restored, and I am a general, remember, not a midshipman. ”

"I see. If you want to talk to me, give me a cigarette. Chu Ming nodded and made a request.

Banaharu hesitated for a moment, nodded, and one of the guards beside him lit a cigarette for Chu Ming and handed it over. The guard was a Templar, and there was another one with Banahru. There are two Templars guarding him, and the Sky Guard should have been reinstated, but it's not human.

"Actually, I should thank you, if you hadn't driven me away, I wouldn't have been able to hook up with Viscount Norrim. He's only 20 years old, and he has a lot of investment potential. Of course, I'm not an investor, I'm a follower of him, and I'm happy with the position. "Banaharu is truly satisfied, and his greed is temporarily satisfied.

"Really? The last time I saw him, he was only 19 years old, which is not a bad age. If he dies at this time, will it be considered an untimely death? ”

"Shut up!" One of the guards shouted at him, this Templar wasn't from Banaharu, he was just here to protect the waste. Viscount Norrim is so good, so he needs a lot of waste.

"Don't be like him, we don't get angry with the dead." Banaharu didn't dare to offend the two of them, but he was here to enjoy the process and didn't want to end it too early: "There are some other news, all good news for me, do you want to hear it?" ”

"If there's another cigarette, say it."

"The Butterfly Yellow Free Trade Market has been opened, controlled by the Fei family and the Guiwei family, I didn't expect this market to be so profitable, I can't believe it."

"Oh." Chu Ming took a puff of cigarette and answered, he was not interested, just to take a puff.

"Hehe, I have to thank you again because I forgot to add a note. Those are mine, your clever classmate Negredo has taken refuge in me, and the Fei family is also my people, and Tiri Brad is more suitable to be a patriarch than Lady Ferrin. ”

"A little surprised." Chu Ming took another puff of cigarette, he didn't resent anyone.

"Of course, there are accidents, and there are even more unexpected things. The Fade-Substitute College has been banned, do you know the way? It was banned, and it was ordered directly by me. I didn't expect it to be so easy. Uprooting – yes, uprooting. In my jurisdiction, there is no room for the slightest noise. Banaharu shook his head, enjoying the thrill of power.