"I don't believe that there is still a 13th day that does not open!"

With a rough scolding. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe mercenary hired by Daria struggled to turn the winch and gradually pulled the crossbow arm apart.

Stronger armor-piercing crossbows gave rise to more defensive armor, which in turn forced the crossbow to become more powerful. In the end, the hard crossbow that the mercenaries are fighting to open is produced.

While it was still the same crossbow used against a single target, it had grown to an astonishing size, and more importantly, the arm was so hard that it could not be opened by a single person, even with the help of a pulley. To open the crossbow, two people need to work together to winch the roulette wheel. The bolts fired were as thick as light javelins. In order to deal with mages, the crossbow also has magic on it. Not to mention the second-level arcane of protective arrows, even the stronger force field wall is similar to cotton wool in front of this kind of crossbow arrow.

With such a hard crossbow, the power is naturally extraordinary. In fact, if the blow had hit a bison, it would have pierced it.

But the ascetic only made a slight block with his cloak arm, and the crossbow bolt, which had been shooting with a screaming sound, stopped.

Seeing all this, the others immediately stopped their original hard attacks. They all know very well that being able to do this is not by martial arts, let alone magic, but by consciousness. The fact that consciousness can change matter is a natural thing for them. Whether it's waving a big river apart or walking in the air somewhere. Those miraculous things don't have to be done by magic, they can be done directly with consciousness or by willpower based on faith.

Naturally, the mages on this side stopped their attacks. Mages have a limited number of spell slots, and they don't want to waste them. As for the two priests, although their magic power was only slightly weaker than the mage's arcane art, they never made a move. There is no doubt that their magic could not do any harm to a determined ascetic who believed in the same deity as himself.

However, one of the mages still wanted to give it a try, and he used a scroll to create a low-friction area in front of the ascetic, which was a first-level arcane greasy technique.

If a direct attack doesn't work, then switch to the movement-limiting arcane arts! As soon as this greasy spell shows the slightest sign of working, then the cobwebs and even fossils into mud and force field walls will be released one after another.

But the mage only sighed in the end, and he saw the feet in rough and worn straw sandals walking steadily step by step, without even slowing down. Invalid, completely invalid.

Probably, even if you throw the force field wall over, the other party can pass through it directly, without hindrance. The thought popped into the mage's mind.

If this kind of scene in front of him is seen by a young magic apprentice with a weak mind, it is estimated that he will directly lose his magic and go to worship God instead.

At the same time, the other men sent by the Medici family also entered the attack range. However, the priest grabbed the noble doorman's hand to stop him from attacking the other side, and said, "There are also people from my sect over there, so it is better not to attack in vain, so as not to hurt the harmony." ”

But the doorman shook off the priest's hand and prepared to cast a spell at the other side.

Now, the mage on Zefas's side has something to do. Well-trained, they have no problem countering magic.

Seeing that it was useless to attack the ascetic, the mercenaries immediately joined in the attack on those noble disciples.

So, the two sides immediately came and went. It's just probably because the priest on the other side recognized the parishioners on Zefas's side, and was reluctant to do anything to his acquaintances, but only ordered those who could be commanded to be passive and defensive.

Therefore, although the fight was impressive, but it was so far away, and both sides had enough divine medical power. So for a while, there were only the wounded on both sides, and there were no dead.

With a whoosh, a sharp arrow flew over. Daria hurriedly pressed Alyssa's little brain melon that poked out, helping her dodge the arrow. If you are really shot, I am afraid that you will break the phase if you don't die.

"You, you...... It's so dangerous here, be careful!, you shouldn't have to look at it!" Hiding behind the animals, Daria criticized Alyssa. Then, she keenly noticed the tears on the other party's face.

Just when she thought that Alyssa was scared to cry and thought about how to comfort her, Alyssa spoke. "Sister, why...... Why do they fight back and forth like this? Do we have to risk our lives to interrupt or protect our love? Why is all this? Why are we being hunted down after eloping? Who have we harmed? Who have we insulted? We ...... Isn't love something that everybody has the right to have? Why can't they agree with another way of love? Are we wrong?"

"Alas...... To this, Daria could only let out a long sigh. "It's just that some people will point fingers at other people's emotional matters!"

"It's actually a very complex question of moral ideology. Seeing that Alyssa was suspected of being shot, Zefas hurriedly ran over to prepare for ambulance. Seeing that Alyssa was fine, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and then explained to Alyssa.

Then, he quickly turned over and ran out. It's up to him to do it.

The current long-distance confrontation is not the most critical thing, the most critical thing is the ascetic who came step by step.

Three mercenaries have already gone to intercept them. As usual, three people against one person should take advantage of it. But the ascetic took a stand with a dueling sword that nobles were accustomed to, and defeated the three mercenaries almost instantaneously with a dazzling array of sword skills.

Then, in a move that stunned many, he leaned down and used his extraordinary strength to heal the three wounded.

"He doesn't dare to kill, this guilty man doesn't dare to kill anymore......" The priest in Zefas's ranks woke up suddenly. And the wanderer immediately thought about it and said, "Then why don't we take advantage of this......"

"But are you determined? You know, he didn't want to kill, but it's not impossible to miss for a moment!" interjected the other priest.

"I'll go. Zefas said simply. But as soon as he took a step, ready to go over and fight the terrible ascetic, a hand held him down on the shoulder.

The owner of his hand was none other than the paladin Sylvia, "Let me come!" she said decisively.

Zefas froze, and just as he was about to say or do something, Sylvia was already striding forward.

Suddenly, she turned her head and said to Zephas. "You know what? I have a wish, and that is that this mission is a mission that everyone can go back with a smile. It seems that this wish will not come true. But at the very least, I'm going to do it so that your friends and relatives don't cry!"

Seeing the female paladin stride away, the ascetic sighed, and then raised his sword again. But before he could make any moves, the female paladin spoke first.

"Do you remember the first woman you toyed with, how pure and immaculate she was, and how bitter you were to be harmed! Her sister, her brother, her father were all killed by you. And she herself was killed by your responsible deception. ”

In an instant, the ascetic's face turned pale, and then beads of sweat broke out.

"And now standing in front of you is the last man of the family. As she spoke, Sylvia showed her ring and other jewelry, which were enough to prove her identity.

The ascetic's hand trembled, but he still held his sword.

Then, Sylvia unbuttoned the clothes on her chest. Let the other party see a birthmark on his room. "I don't know if you've heard her talk about this. Even if she did, you might not remember it......"

"Say no more!" cried the ascetic. "I believe what you say. I know, I remember she once mentioned this birthmark on you!"

Then the ascetic slammed his sword into the ground. Then he said in the most sincere tone, "From your standpoint, nothing can be done to me now. And in any case, I must never draw my sword against you, even in self-defense. But I beg you, I beg you to spare me. Because I have committed too many sins. I need to stay on earth longer to atone for my sins. I ......"

"Needless to say, I didn't mean to kill you. Sylvia, the female paladin, said.

"So, have you pardoned me?" the ascetic's tone revealed an incomparably fierce ecstasy. That kind of ecstasy doesn't even occur in a new marriage. That kind of ecstasy belongs to the ecstasy of those who were rescued on the gallows. Even listening and watching from afar, Zefas could feel the ecstasy, which made Zefas feel that he should prepare bloodletting therapy to avoid the fainting of such an ascetic.

But the words that came out of Sylvia's mouth were not what they had expected. "I refuse to forgive you, I refuse to give up my hatred for you! How is it possible, how can I give up my due hatred because of your so-called honest repentance? What do you think this is? Is it a girl's novel? Just because you are honest and repentant, I can make me forgive you? This is absolutely impossible!"

When the ascetic monk heard this, his face suddenly changed greatly. His shoulders fell all at once, just like any man who was crushed. He held out a hand in the midst of the huge blow and said, "So, are you going to ......"

"No, I'm not going to kill you either. Sylvia said. "I can't just spit on my face without wiping it off, but I don't want to be driven by hatred to do that kind of thing. ”

"Now...... "Please go back!" I don't know how the Medici family got you to come here to do this, but I want you to go back. ”

Sylvia's voice wasn't high, but it was so resolute that anyone could hear it. When the ascetic heard her command, he turned around and walked back. Such a man who was not stopped by magic and arrows and long swords obediently obeyed Sylvia's orders.

"Okay, I guess it's really okay now. Sylvia turned. He smiled weakly at Zephas.

Obviously, this ascetic was undoubtedly able to sway the priests or military monks in the opposite camp. And without their help, those noble disciples would have no strength to fight against the two squads of Zefas and Sylvia. Those few noble doormen also knew this, but they could only curse a few words angrily and get out of the way.

Really, the kind of ending Sylvia was hoping for!

In this way, the bird managed to escape. After a while, Alyssa of House Capulet and Daria of House Montague had appeared in a place where they were safe and untroubled by the events of the past. There, the two of them will probably spend their lives happily, probably.

"Sister, do you know? I was shaken when people were fighting bloodily. But now I no longer doubt myself, I no longer doubt our love. I became more aware that our hearts are deeply imprinted, that we are not wrong, and that it is the world that is wrong. But I've become more tolerant of that world, even if it doesn't tolerate us. ”

And what Daria used to answer Alyssa was a deep long kiss.

While the girls were exchanging feelings, the holy warrior Zefas also returned to the cardinal tiredly. That's right, he fell again. But the cardinal didn't have the heart to tell whether his words were true or false.

The Cardinal was talking about something extremely uneventful, "Shame, shame, how could there be such a scum in our holy sect!" He was not referring to the Holy Salamin Zephas, but another well-known Paladin.

A holy warrior who fell in love with someone he shouldn't have.

However, this time, it is not a forbidden same-sex love.

A paladin who has been hit by love turns his affection to the one who accompanies him all the year round, or the horse.

That's right, it's his mount.

"Zefas, I'm sorry, but this ......"

Oh, the story still continues, and the Inquisition also needs new victims.

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Phew, this story is really badly written, terrible. But in my current state, I guess it's not much better to write the text. Speaking of which, it's a waste of a good idea. Originally, I planned to write "The Surprise of the Holy Samurai Zephas", which was set in Renaissance Italy. The struggle for the lavish city-state, clerical and secular regimes has already begun...... Moreover, the contradictions and conflicts are focused on the cooperation of love. It should be a good cloak + long sword novel. At that time, I ended up writing because my writing skills were too poor...... On the other hand, the accumulation in this area is also too poor. But at the end of the writing, I entered the state of writing, and I should have redeemed some of it.

Other things:

On December 1st, I had another dream. I dreamed that in a way, I got what I wanted. Of course I'm interested in getting that ...... Not satisfied. Still, even then, I still remember the promise in my dreams. In my dreams, I still made changes to the plot of the novel. After all, something is better than nothing.

Other than that

Speaking of which, the so-called psychosis is actually the inability of the brain to respond normally to external things. For example, it is snowing outside, and in the mistaken consciousness of the mentally ill, they may think that cotton is falling outside.

So, I now hope that something is wrong with my brain. Got something wrong. Actually, it wasn't that bad. But in my chaotic brain, I exaggerated one thing, or fantasized about a terrible ending.

Speaking of which, I don't know if you've heard of the dark version of the ending of the robot cat. That is, Nobita is a child with paranoia. The so-called robot cats and everything he fantasized about. Also, I don't know if you've heard of the dark version of the ending of Suzumiya like this, that is, Ah Xu changes various clothes for a doll (Asahina) in a dilapidated teacher, and flips a book for a doll (Nagato) sitting on a chair. And it was Ah Xu who asked the squad leader out of Chaocang and made her disappear without a trace. Later, when the police took Ah Xuan away, he was still chattering and complaining in the back - but there was no one behind his seat.

Well, to put it simply, the dark version of the ending of those two animations created by some netizens is like that. After they sent those out, countless people said that they couldn't stand it, it was too depressing.

But what if this kind of thing, this kind of fantasy thing, doesn't happen in those animations full of laughter, but in a different situation?

When Raskolnikov suddenly woke up from his illness, he was surprised to find that the hacking of two old women was in fact nothing more than a conjecture he had in the midst of a fever, and in fact there was no such thing. So how happy will Raskolnikov be?

If one day Gregory suddenly found him lying in a hospital for wounded soldiers, and the war was not over. The torrent swept across the land, people who spoke the same language fought each other, and his family suffered misfortunes and so on. It's all just his fantasy in the hospital where he has a high fever, and both Axinia and Natalia are safe. So, how will Gregory rejoice?

So, paranoia or something doesn't have to end with a depressing and sad situation. It is quite possible that when a person comes out of the delusion of grief, pain, and sorrow, it will be joy and happiness that surrounds him.

So, in my case, I hope that one day as soon as possible, I will suddenly come out of the wrong world and come to the right world. Let the pain that torments me disappear forever! So, I hope to be able to get rid of the delusional painful events as soon as possible.

Really, bastard, wake up quickly! Wake up from this painful nightmare! Come to the world where I can be happy! I'm not demanding, just let things go the way they are!!

I can't stand it, I can't stand it!