"This time, it was the Temple of Light that won, although the cost was greater, but the believers of God would have the last laugh after all, but it would take a little longer. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "Thinking of this, he took a good look at the large amount of food dropped by the necromancers, but he didn't expect that it was these necromancers who gave them the final blow, if there was only their own food that was about to run out, it was his troops who risked death to attack the enemy's position.

And in the distance, Guderian, who was sipping black tea, smiled more happily than him, the position of the Temple of Light was indeed getting closer and closer, but all the "purified" necromancers were puppets made of bones controlled by the lich, they seemed to be fruitful, but a real enemy had not been killed, they were just biting the fake bait thrown by Guderian, and they did not know that danger was coming.

"How much food has been eaten?" said the lich, who was his deputy, as he walked up to Guderian and asked anxiously, "At this rate, in a few days, we will lose our true compatriots." ”

"More than half of them are already eating the food we left behind. After a bat melted into the body, Guderian replied.

"Oh. Hearing this, the lich seemed to be much more relaxed, "So, when are we going to do it?"

"As long as we don't lose our true compatriots, the longer we drag it on, the better, and the more they eat that kind of food, the better it will be for us. Guderian smiled at his deputy, and once again separated several bats, those menacing light sacrifices, still singing and marching, but he didn't know that everything about himself was seen by the smiling enemy leader.

The cautious advance lasted for several days, and the sacrifices who had eliminated batch after batch of necromantic spirits were still advancing "smoothly", and the food they brought had been eaten, but so what, the food left by the necromantic was fresher and more delicious.

The only person who still eats his own food is Boris, and he does this not because he suspects that there are traps in the food, but because he can't accept food that has been contaminated by those unclean things.

"Rector of the parish, eat some roast meat, those hard, cold dry food, not good for the stomach. The Templars picked the fattest piece of roast and handed it to Boris.

"Eat. Boris smiled and shook his head, he naturally wouldn't say that the food was unclean when everyone else was eating the food of the necromancy.

Seeing that Boris did not answer, the Templars shoved the meat into their mouths and walked away......

"I'm very fast, and I've succeeded......" He took out a crumpled piece of paper, on the paper, there was a very warm picture, the painting of Boris, dressed in a simple linen suit, surrounded by children, these children who were missing teeth, or runny nose, all had a smile that only children have, and Boris in the middle of the paper, with an expression that his subordinates had never seen before, smiling stupidly.

He is not only a light sacrifice, but also the director of an orphanage, and in addition to the necessary expenses, his income is also given to the homeless children.

And what makes Boris so radical is not just faith, but the past.

In the orphanage he runs, there are some children who have lost their childhood by the dead who have killed their loved ones, and unlike other children, it is fear that occupies most of their lives.

Their trembling movements, their fear of the night, their terrible screams that erupted in nightmares, and each scream made Boris's heart heavy.

Despite his best efforts, most of these children grew up silent, and walked out of the orphanage with fear and gloom at the time of parting.

Looking at their backs, Boris knew that no matter how glorious these children's lives may seem, they will live in nightmares and never wake up.

After that, he also visited these children, and no matter what life they lived, he could always read what was hidden in their eyes and expressions—fear, insecurity.

After a long time, Boris naturally gave birth to an idea in his mind that all the necromantic should not exist, and all those who stand on the side of the necromantic should be punished.

This thought became clearer and clearer, and it became more and more difficult to wield, which reminded him that in addition to being the director of an orphanage, he was also a light messenger.

In this way, he picked up his cane, which he had not touched for a long time, and summoned the light spirits in the inner world for a long time, and unexpectedly, he succeeded, and when these light spirits could move freely according to his consciousness, he joined the necromantic extermination team of the Temple of Light without hesitation, which allowed him to discover his true talent - to kill the spirits while sending rich rewards to the children again and again.

After dozens of successes in a row, a slightly crazy idea appeared in his mind, perhaps, the God of Light just wanted to discover this power by himself, or perhaps, he was born in this world to drive those filthy things out of this world.

The more times he exterminated the necromancers, the more dissatisfied he became with a particular situation, not all necromancers would be "purified", many undead souls who had intelligence and had never harmed humans were just locked up, and in his mind, the locked up necromancers were dirty, despicable, and cruel, and the reason why they hadn't harmed humans now was not because they couldn't bear it, but because they hadn't gotten a chance yet.

In the end, he no longer participated in other people's necromancer squads, but used his own fame to establish an extermination squad, all members of this team were radicals, and of course, all the necromancers they encountered were charged with endangering humanity.

This slaughter lasted for a long time, but in the end, it was revealed, and with the intervention of the Dark Temple, the team was disbanded, and after a piece of paper, Boris, who was strictly forbidden to participate in the necromantic extermination activities, returned to his hometown in discouragement, he was not dissatisfied with this quiet and leisurely life, but there was always a pimple in his heart.

Originally, he thought that he would spend the rest of his life as an orphanage, accompanied by his children, but a letter from the Temple of Light made his enthusiasm burn again.

How could he not guess the meaning of putting a man who had been idle at home for killing souls in charge of a prison that guarded the dead?

In this way, he said goodbye to his beloved children and embarked on a journey, he wanted to use the necro of the entire prison to compose a requiem for those who died due to the necrogen, and after that, he wanted to return to his hometown, accompany the lovely children, without regrets, through the rest of his life.