"False god, what a ridiculous statement, when I was floating on the sea, it was the Lady of the Color Ring who saved me and gave me a chance to be reborn, at this time, what is the goddess of creation in your mouth doing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ” Old Gülen looked sarcastic, but the resentment in his words still made Birmingham and others silent, but it was different from the luck of Birmingham and others, they were teleported to a place not far from Emperor by the portal of the alchemy tomb, and Old Gülen was teleported to the vast sea, and from Old Gülen's tone, he also heard how dangerous the environment he was in at that time, there may be some factors of Old Gülen himself, but the most is their responsibility, and Old Gülen's current situation is inseparable from them。

"So what do you think, don't we have the time to argue with you about false gods and true gods, and we have no interest in your faith. "Little Ellie's usual poisonous tongue.

"Yes, I don't think any of you think that way. Old Gülen raised his eyebrows, and unsurprisingly watched as the female knight walked out of Birmingham's line with a solemn face, and the spear in her hand pointed at old Gülen.

Birmingham and Little Elle also looked at Tina who came out with some surprise, and the impression of a knight girl would not do it with someone for no reason, especially at this time when the two sides did not do it.

"Living, it seems that you don't know much about the profession of guardian knight. The ethereal lantern man suddenly sounded in Birmingham's mind, and although he was a little surprised why the spirits possessed by the sword liked to communicate with him in the skull, Birmingham still patiently listened to the lantern man's soft mouth.

"The Guardian Knights, both the followers of the Goddess and the guardians of their masters, have traded their lifelong faith for power that is beyond the reach of other Knights, and for this reason, they must carry out the teachings of the Light throughout their lives, or risk losing this power. The reason why Tina became a guardian knight is nothing more than that she can gain the strength of others in a short period of time, but this overly powerful is for the safety of herself and Little Ellie, when the family was in turmoil, it was this girl who carried the fate of Birmingham and Little Ellie with this heavy price, and now this power has become a shackle that she is difficult to break free.

"I follow the teachings of the Light and challenge the false gods, and the mortal world does not allow the birth of a living god, this is an indisputable iron rule!" A heavy voice came from Tina's mouth, like a firm shackle tightly wrapped around her body, although the spear in her hand was still straight, but the chivalry in her heart was unprecedentedly shaken, this may not be a real knightly battle, but the silent power was prompting this knight girl to use the spear in her hand to aim at this old man who she owed, this is the power of faith, but also the shackles she gave herself, is it the right or obligation given to her by the Holy Light, the moment she raised the spear, Tina had already begun to question, but she still did not hesitate to raise her knight's spear, even if it was against her own chivalry, but for the sake of her master and little Aili, she has no hesitation.

"Hahahaha, Guardian Knight, what an irony, is that the goddess of creation relying on this to suppress, destroy other great faiths, and achieve her dictatorship, what a vicious goddess. Old Gülen let out bursts of laughter, his old face was covered with a layer of flush, the fanatical emotions in his heart could no longer be hidden, and the slightly insulting remarks also made the power of the Holy Light in Tina's body begin to stir, and these Holy Light constantly reminded him that the man in front of him was a person who could not be forgiven, and he was also a person who must be purified.

I don't know if the title of sinner is this old man or the current knight Tina, the restlessness of the holy light makes Tina's body covered with a layer of golden light, and the spear in his hand finally stabbed at the defenseless old Glenn without any hesitation, Birmingham knows that Tina is suffering in his heart at this moment, but he can't stop Tina's attack, the consequences of violating the teachings of the Holy Light, will usher in the real Holy Fire Trial, since he can't stop Tina from carrying out his guardian knight's path, then let his own master share everything with her。

The sword light flashed, facing the man who lost his son, Birmingham drew the long sword at his waist and rushed forward against Tina's golden back, Birmingham's actions were unexpected, even Tina did not expect his master to stand with him at this time.

"The living, the sword blade of a warrior never faces the civilian, do you know this truth?" the lantern bearer's tone had a rare hint of seriousness and scrutiny, but it was Birmingham's accelerated pace that answered her, and in the blink of an eye, it was already head to head with Tina, and the long sword in his hand looked even sharper under the reflection of Tina's holy light.

"A knight will not turn his back on his master, and his master will not turn his back on a knight, this is what I know!" Without answering the question of the lantern bearer in his head, Birmingham raised his voice and shouted, the voice resounded through the second layer of holiness, and the sharp sword showed a bright light with Birmingham's declaration, the expression on Birmingham's face at this moment was so solemn and serious, and this was the first time that Tina saw the former light of the Richard family from her own master, who had been taken care of since childhood.

The sword is still there, but the brilliance is still there!

A sword and a gun without hesitation, pierced into the body of the flushed old Gülen, the thick blood stained the smooth sword and the holy spear, the holy light in Tina's body has been extinguished little by little, in the face of the passage of life, the old man pulled out an unimaginable smile at the moment, the statue in his hand was soaked in bright red, showing a strange color, looking at the two of them standing quietly in front of him, the old Gülen struggled to hold the statue in his hand, and gently put it on the corner of his blood-stained mouth, the familiar cold touch made the man who had come to the end of his life show a satisfied smile。

"This is my revenge, great goddess of creation!" At the last moment, the man shouted his last words, and Birmingham suddenly thought of the old shopkeeper in the alchemical tomb who frantically questioned himself about blaspheming the goddess and the old man in front of him who was already full of hatred for the goddess, and the long sword in his hand suddenly weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and he wanted to pull it out but did not have the strength to pull it out.

The second layer of the empty sound of crisp applause sounded, and just when everyone was vigilant, a man with a birdcage came out from behind the huge stone pillar, and his ordinary face showed a look of interest, this man was really the merchant with a birdcage that Birmingham had seen on the ground floor, but he didn't know why he was here.

"What a show, sinners who bear the Light together, ah, have given me an important inspiration, would you like to hear it, dear Mr. Birmingham. The man carrying the birdcage performed a very standard aristocratic etiquette, but it was so dazzling in Birmingham's eyes, especially the familiar way of speaking, which made Birmingham think of a mysterious organization.

"Ah, I think Mr. Birmingham must have met my fellows, and let me introduce myself, and below is the thirty-seventh pillar of the tree, the dramatist Jonspiel, and my partner, the thirty-eighth pillar, the musician Vola. As the black curtain on the birdcage was removed, the mysterious birdcage in Birmingham's eyes finally revealed the true face of Lushan, and also let Birmingham know the origin of the cry.

In the delicate birdcage, a palm-sized goblin sat very elegantly in a corner of the cage, a small black piano kept changing the tone in her hands, sometimes releasing a woman's mournful roar, sometimes a warrior-like roar, seeing Birmingham's sight, the little goblin stood up elegantly, slightly bowed, and a pair of transparent cicada wings behind her trembled gently.

"What the hell are you?" Birmingham looked at the two people in the mysterious organization, the hand holding the long sword was covered with sweat at the moment, and Tina and Little Ellie, who had dealt with this organization, also showed a wary look, and the little ghost and Isabella hid behind the female sword spirit, the second layer of silence, except for the smell of blood, I am afraid that only the light of the sword blade.

"I think Mr. Birmingham has a bit of a misunderstanding about us, first of all we are not enemies, we are only here for art. The self-proclaimed dramatist Jonspir smiled kindly, and the caged goblin Vora nodded gracefully.

"Art? Birmingham scoffed, this ghost-like organization is for art, and ghosts don't believe it.

"Naturally, if you think about it, the knight is willing to accept the drive of the holy light in order to protect the master and kill the defenseless mortals, and the master actually kills the mortals with the knight in order to protect the knight, what a beautiful picture, I think this play can be called a sinner, Mr. Birmingham, what do you think?"

"I don't think so. Birmingham calmly pulled out the long sword on old Gülen's body, and small blood spots splashed on Birmingham's fair face, but at this moment, Birmingham did not want to wipe off the traces of blood, but aimed the long sword at the dramatist Jonspiel, and the warm blood dripped down the blade on the smooth ground, and the blood flowers spread out.

"Mr. Birmingham, I think it's a shame we'll have a common language. The dramatist Jäspir spread his hands regretfully, very disappointed.

"Me too, I don't have a liking for people who treat life as a show, so let's say, what is your purpose?" Birmingham said in a calm tone, but with a hint of pent-up anger.

"Of course, for the sake of art, Mr. Birmingham, so please become a puppet in my play, and of course your companions, and I will arrange for you a very perfect play, which is called death?"

"I'm really sorry, I don't think this name is good at all!" The long sword struck, Birmingham rushed forward, and Tina behind him followed him like a shadow, and the little Ellie on the side had a solemn face, and the short spell was chanted quickly, and the pure white sword spirit figure swayed, and it had already escaped from Tatarli's body, and the phantom opened again.

Fighting broke out in an instant.