In the giant city of Cosmo, the black-armored defenders stood not far outside the city, their long knives unsheathed, clenched in their hands, guarding against any orcs that might appear. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the gate, the paladins in silver-white armor stood solemnly on their mounts, blocking the citizens who were crying behind them and wanted to rush into the city gate.

"Get out of the way, you depraved demons, who have blasphemed the power that God has given you, you are heretics, you are blasphemers, and you should be hung on pillars that are kindled by fire, and your sins will be washed away by the flames!"

"We are believers in God, we serve God, and we have the right to live in this city!"

"I was wrong, really wrong, let me go, you can do whatever you tell me to do, as long as you let me in......"

Scolding, reasoning, and begging for mercy, the people who had been expelled from the giant city of Cosmo did everything they could think of, hoping to return to the giant city and no longer endure the cold winds and the infestation of the orcs.

On this day, more than 3,000 people were frozen to death, more than 800 people were scared to death, watching the familiar faces lose their blood, the bravery of these hundreds of thousands of people was completely crushed, and the fear had already spread among this group of people, like a plague, quickly incomprehensible.

However, no matter how sad the plea was, the expressions of this group of paladins did not change in the slightest, perhaps in their eyes, these hundreds of thousands of people were no longer their kind, but a group of creatures with the same characteristics as them, like wolves in sheep's clothing.

Regardless of whether they thought so or not, even if the answer was yes, they could not let them in, because, in front of them, the huge convoy slowly drove out of Cosmo Megacity.

Following the guidance of the paladins, millions of people chose to leave their homes and embark on a journey into the unknown.

What is the world like in front of them? They don't know that the farthest place they can look at in this city for most of their lives is a horizon without borders.

They don't know if the country they will reach will still exist, and it is still unknown whether the industry of this forever war city will exist.

Maybe they'll live well......

The sorrow of life lies in the beautiful lie, indulging in the world conceived with the heart, everything becomes a reality in your own hands, there is no disaster, there is no hardship, there is only comfort and serenity from the heart, how good is this? This is so good...... But is that really the case?

No one knows that when reality walks into an illusion, tears apart the beauty of dreams with a pair of hands, and instills the outside world into it without reason, whether it is cold and merciless or beautiful and moving, all presented in front of people who are deeply trapped in beauty, at that time, whether the sleeping soul is a helpless roar or a comfortable moan.

"Departure ......"

The long convoy was on its way, and the once smooth avenue was long covered with snow, leaving only a layer of dim ice, which could no longer support any walking, so ...... The wooden wheels struggled to crush the frozen ground, crawling like a snail on the black frozen soil, extremely slow and heavy.

Almost at the same time, almost all of them, wrapped in heavy quilts, turned their heads, and their eyes peeking out of the cracks stared at the giant city of Cosmo, intending to imprint in their minds this incomparably familiar city, which they may never see again, into an indestructible imprint, to accompany them on the path that may be difficult in the future, so that even if the pain is suffocating, there will be another nostalgic mark in the dark night - in a distant place, there was once a warm home of its own......

The paladins walked solemnly and solemnly on both sides, not squinting, they had no nostalgia for this city that represented death, and even some people still hoped that when he returned, there would be endless snow, not a blood-colored sky.

............

"Have you already determined that the Orcs will intercept and kill the transferred believers?"

The five Paladins looked at each other, and Fahualia, the Captain of the Knights of Pity, bowed his head and asked Bishop Misher in the center of the hall.

"It has been confirmed that the orcs will send at least 10,000 orc warriors to intercept and kill. ”

Bishop Miser said expressionlessly, without any respect in his tone, the paladin's behavior in the giant city of Cosmo completely angered this old man of not noble character, and made him have an anger that erupted from the bottom of his heart.

Fahualia and the other four Paladins looked at each other and exchanged opinions in their eyes, "Bishop, I'm curious about your source of information, after all, your whereabouts are obvious to all, and you haven't been out of the small room behind Cosmo Cathedral for the past few days. ”

"It's the Lord......"

"Hah!" Fahualia made no secret of his sarcasm, "Bishop, do you think that if the Lord were to send down an oracle, would he choose you or the Knight Captain Aricus, who represents glory?"

Misher shut up and swallowed the next words raw.

“...... Or do you think the Great Lord would expend His supreme power for the sake of millions of living beings?"

Mither's indifferent gaze erupted in vain with a wolf-like ferocity, and the pure holy light seemed to be unable to suppress the anger in his heart, transforming into the most vicious predator, relying on his gaze to project his anger onto the existence in front of him.

"God, my lord, God of light, mercy and hope......"

"You should know how ridiculous you are. Oliver said indifferently, "Since the Frost Throne came, this world" Oliver pointed to his feet and then to the top of his head, "There is no possibility of communication with that world at all, except for faith, of course. ”

"In other words, even if the great god, the supreme lord, wants to send down an oracle still requires an incalculable amount of divine power, then, if you were me, would you think what you said is correct?"

"Although, my lord is merciful!" said Miser, closing his eyes, slowly but persistently.

"So it seems. Several paladins looked at each other, "You don't want to reveal the truth, do you?"

"I swear by the light!"

Miser spoke slowly, with the persistence of the pious as always.

"Is that so?"

The hall fell silent all of a sudden, swearing by the light that often represented the truth, and in the face of the hope that the world had gathered, any lie was too fragile to be believed.

And, from the present Miser, it seems to be true.

"That being the case. Fahualia spoke slowly, "It seems that the Knights of Mercy of the Knights of Mercy should also move!"

"Seconded!" "Seconded!" "Seconded!" "Seconded!"

Receiving the best answer, Bishop Miser silently expressed his respect to the adults, and then he slowly turned around and walked slowly out of the hall.

"Oh, it's a pity ......"

............

"Why do you bother?"

Behind Miesser, a faint shadow emerged from the ripples in the air, an old figure carved out of the gate, revealing his identity.

"Your Excellency!"

Misher turned around and smiled faintly, inside his body, a faint breaking sound sounded, Misher's whole person shook, his hair instantly turned white, the wrinkles on his face were stacked together in an instant, and wisps of dirt continued to flow out from under the clean white robe, converging into a large pool of black liquid, emitting a foul smell.

"Hey......" The old figure sighed, and with a slight wave of his hand, a rich light power instantly poured out of his body, enveloping Misher, who had fallen into a blur.

"Thank you...... May the Lord keep ......" (To be continued.) )