A ray of sunset slowly shone down. Paul stood outside the chapel cabin, looking at the people who had returned from a busy day, and a smile welled up on his lips.

After a while, Ian strode over, a twinkle of depression in his eyes.

Passers-by looked at Ian's figure and stopped, and their hearts were filled with ominous and sadness.

"The Pope and 1,200 more did not return to the camp." Yin En said slowly in a sad voice, including many of his friends, as well as friends he met on the way to escape.

A low choked voice sounded, and more than 6,000 old and weak women and children all lowered their heads.

Half of the old people were missing, and most of them were children and women.

"I haven't returned until now, and it seems that there is more luck and less luck." The reality is so cruel, how can Ian bear to cover up the truth.

Although I was very sad in my heart, I still ruthlessly told the news.

"Mentor Guy has said that the plants in the Land of Trials have a violent and tyrannical aura. Whoever is killed by the spirit of tyranny will perish even his soul." Paul lifted his bowed head and looked at the countless tombs in front of him.

Listening to Paul's voice, the hearts of the people were filled with grief, and they wanted to cry but they still managed to endure it.

Paul shifted the phrase: "It was their choice, they chose to use their last life to find the power of our Lord and the gods, so we should respect their decision."

"Pray as our Lord may they be safe, may our Lord leave their mark, and may Our Lord resurrect them in the future." Paul looked around and spoke slowly to them.

When everyone heard the word "My Lord", it was as if their endless grief had found a place to vent, and a neat voice resounded throughout the earth.

"Pray to you, my lord, your faithful believers. May you bless our loved ones, your believers, and be safe in the land of experience."

"Pray to you, my lord, your faithful believers. If your believers die, leave a mark of their lives."

"Pray to you, my lord, your faithful believers. May they be safe from trouble under your protection."

Countless powers of faith poured into the void space, and the light once again received a large sum of money.

"Lord, can those who have lost their souls be resurrected?" Guangming was in a good mood when he looked at this entry, and asked Jia Changsheng.

Jia Changsheng looked at the light and smiled at him: "You can try, but you need to defeat the ruins."

"Return to the Ruins". Guangming suddenly collapsed his face, it turned out that the birth of the ruins was to prevent them from doing this.

The corners of Jia Changsheng's mouth flashed with a hint of smugness, but he didn't say much.

The darkness wisely digressed and looked at the light: "You really don't plan to let these ascetics leave the place of trials, you know, once eight hours have passed, the tyrannical aura will not taste good."

"It's better than eating grass root bark directly, so let's keep them here for penance." The light thought for a moment, and said in a firm tone towards the darkness.

Jia Changsheng looked at the place of training below, and then stood up from the throne: "It's time to go to the refugee camp."

As soon as the words fell, his body dissipated, appearing outside the void space.

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The sound of footsteps sounded in the sound of prayer, and Jia Changsheng walked over slowly.

Everyone looked at the back and shouted at Jia Changsheng: "Wise man."

"Wise man". Andre and Alberta just led the Trainee Paladin and the Knight of Judgment out of the teleportation array.

The sadness in Paul's eyes dissipated a little, as if he had found the backbone of his heart: "The wise man."

"The Supreme Lord God of Light has just told me some news." Jia Changsheng walked forward slowly, saying loudly.

The place was suddenly quiet, and they looked at Jia Changsheng with anticipation.

Jia Changsheng walked in front of Paul, turned around and looked around at the thousands of people who were pressed by the black, and then let out a long sigh: "Mourn, 1,100 people have embarked on the path of asceticism, and only 300 people are still alive."

As soon as the words fell, the choked sound sounded again. Only 300 of the 1,100 people survived, and such a low survival rate is extremely sad.

Then I thought that my relatives were also among them, and the sadness in my heart became even stronger.

But these three hundred people were blessed by the Supreme God of Light Himself, and first thought that they had become true ascetics, and they devoted themselves to the practice in the land of experience. Their strength and longevity have been improved to varying degrees in this blessing." Jia Changsheng changed his words and said to thousands of people.

The old people in the crowd all have bright eyes, increasing their life span and strength. In this way, this path of ascetic cultivation is also worth risking your life to break through.

Feeling the excited eyes of the elderly around them, the women and children all showed worried looks.

After all, there was a huge age difference between the two sides, so they couldn't understand what these two things meant to the dying old man.

The atmosphere in this place changed suddenly, and Jia Changsheng felt the change, so he struck at them: "Those who fail to embark on the path of penance will have their souls dissipated, and even the gods will not be able to rescue them."

"The reason why the Supreme Lord God of Light neither approves nor opposes penance is because of the great risks involved. Therefore, you need to think twice about the pros and cons." Jia Changsheng said slowly to everyone, and then looked at Paul.

Paul understood what Jia Changsheng meant, so he looked around at everyone: "Let's all disperse."

The 6,000 refugees slowly turned around and walked towards the ruined camp behind them.

"Grandpa Ian, please stay". Paul saw that Ian also turned around and was about to leave, so he hurriedly spoke to him.

Ian hurriedly turned to look at Paul, with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Pope."

"One thousand and one hundred people have embarked on the path of asceticism in order to gain strength and to spread the glory of our Lord and the gods." Paul whispered slowly to Ian, his mind quickly analyzing the matter.

A decision appeared in his heart, and he commanded Ian: "Although the more than 900 people died on the road of penance, we cannot erase their contribution to my Church of Light and their devotion to our Lord and God."

"Grandpa Ian, you organize some men. Treat what is in front of them as a corpse and bury it in the cemetery". Paul said to Ian.

Hearing this, Ian couldn't help but show a trace of gratitude in his heart, and hurriedly bowed to Paul: "I thank the Pope for the kindness of those old friends who have died."

"All these are the will of our Lord." Paul said reverently.

Ian was shocked and shouted, "Praise my lord, believers appreciate your great kindness."

"Praise be to our Lord, and we will proclaim thy glory like the world with the heavy sword in our hands." Andre and the three hundred trainee paladins behind him shouted in unison.

Not to be outdone, Alberta led twenty probationary knights and shouted, "Praise be to my lord, and we will judge all the right and wrong in the world according to your will with the heavy sword in our hands."

Carl, who was mixed in front of him, suddenly shrunk his neck, only feeling a chill behind him. Looks like we can't really stay here.

Thinking of this, Karl quickened his pace and ran all the way forward.

Praise be to our Lord, and may you escape from the ...... under your protection.

Karl's voice in his heart stopped abruptly, as if he had eaten a fly, Lord, please save me.