Brut City, a neutral city-state in the north of the Marne Federation, is a mix of ethnic and religious people, and a great crisis is hidden under the calm and prosperous exterior. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's finally here!" Looking at the tall Brut City tower, Marven's mood was not relaxed at all, and the undercurrent of Brut City became his last test on the way.

The wars of religion on the mainland were in full swing, and the few neutral city-states became the most ideal refuge for the refugees, and Marven could occasionally see a large number of ragged refugees passing by him a few kilometers away from the city gates.

The closer they got to the city gate, the number of refugees gradually increased, and when they arrived at the city gate, Marven and his party had to temporarily stop--------- thousands of refugees surrounded the avenue into the city, and the crowd was crowded together, completely unable to move an inch.

The soldiers guarding the gate frantically drove away the refugees who were trying to survive with leather whips, and after a while, seeing that the refugees outside the city were gathering more and more, they simply closed the city gate.

The crowd outside the city still sat around the city gates, unwilling to leave for a long time, and the thin mother held her dying child in her arms, looking up at the dim sky with desperate eyes.

"Please...... Please help him......" The woman muttered to herself as Marven passed by the lonely mother, as if pleading, as if praying.

"It's not an option to wait. Marven frowned, stretched out his finger, and then, in an exclamation, a huge rocket slammed into the city gate.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Alert quickly!" the guards guarding the gate sounded a burst of alarms, and the soldiers rushed to the city gate in heavy armor and with sharp blades in their hands.

However, the surging tide of refugees quickly broke through the guards' defenses, and despite their threats and intimidation, the flood of refugees continued to pour into the city in desperation.

When the crowd gradually dispersed, Marven also began to walk towards the city, but found the bodies of the mother and son just now at the city gate-------- the crowded crowd trampled the poor mother and son to death in an instant.

Marven stood beside the corpse of the mother and son, silent for a long time.

Hammond let out a long sigh and patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, Marven, there's nothing to be sad about, life in troubled times is as cheap as dogs, and there is nothing we can do......"

Marven walked into the city quietly, seeing the scene just now, he couldn't help but recall a question Isabella had asked him, "What is faith, and what can faith bring to people?"

He was even more confused now, and he didn't even know how to answer that question, did faith bring people only endless war, oppression, and suffering......

"Zhang Feng, the situation in the city is more complicated, you just follow us, don't walk around, beware of safety. Marven grabbed Zhang Feng's hand and pulled him tightly by his side.

As soon as he entered Brut City, Marven felt a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.

From time to time, there were a procession of Illuminati or black-robed Moses soldiers in chain mail and crosses on their chests, and the pedestrians in the streets came and went, but all of them were silent, just bowed their heads and hurried by, like a prelude to a storm.

"There are so many jihadists gathered here, I'm afraid that the religious war will soon swallow this place. Hammond muttered to himself.

"I don't think it's like it, although they are hostile to each other, they haven't had any conflicts, it seems that they are still restrained in some way......" Although the atmosphere was depressed and tense, Marven was still keenly aware of the slightest mistake, he and Zhang Feng did not deliberately hide their identity as Xia tribesmen when they entered the city this time, and they were not hindered all the way in this city, and those fanatical jihadists only glared fiercely when they passed by him, and those ordinary civilians did not even cast a trace of strange glances at him.

"I hope not, if Brut City is also involved in the Religious War, it will be terrible, the inhabitants here are complex, and the whole city may be completely destroyed by the war......" Hammond looked at the ancient buildings on the side of the street one after another, but also noble and elegant, and sighed, "Brut City is an ancient city left over from the Dark Horse Empire! It would be a pity if it was destroyed by the war......

"Hey, Marven, come and see this!" Hammond suddenly noticed something, and ran excitedly to a large, marble arch.

"This is the Arc de Triomphe, a relic of the Dark Horse Empire, which was ...... all over the continent after the Dark Horse King conquered the whole world," Hammond gushes like a tour guide, telling him about the city's historical monuments.

After wandering aimlessly around the city, Marven was bored, so he simply walked over to listen to Hammond talk about the past of these monuments, so as to pass the time.

"Damn! I don't have long eyes when I walk!" "Just as Hammond was gushing, a large crowd of civilians suddenly rushed to the corner of the street, hurrying forward. Hammond was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground, and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

"Huh, what are they ......" Marven's attention was quickly attracted by the group of pedestrians in a hurry, and when he looked closely, there were both Moses in black robes, Illuminati with crosses on their chests, and some dressed in all kinds of strange costumes, even Hammond couldn't tell which religion they were.

These men of different faiths, who were blasphemous heretics in each other's eyes, all hurried in the direction of the end of the street, and there was not the slightest conflict between the crowd, and even a few young men who believed in the god of light zealously helped up an elderly Moses priest.

Seeing this incomparably harmonious and peculiar scene, Marvin and Hammond couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and it was hard to imagine that these hostile sides who were living and dying in religious conflicts were now walking hand in hand with each other towards the same goal.

"Hey, boy, where are you going in such a hurry?" Hammond got up and stopped the Mosesian who had knocked him down, without giving much thought to the young man who looked to be less than twenty years old, and at the same time not forgetting to inquire about the purpose of the group of pedestrians.

"Big ...... Big brother, no...... I'm sorry, I'm ...... I didn't see the way clearly......" Seeing the tall and burly mercenary with a full face in front of him, the young Moses were a little stunned for a while, and their speech was a little slurred.

"I don't ask you that! I mean, where are you and these people in such a hurry?" asked Hammond, who was impatiently carrying him over.

"Oh......" Hammond yelled, but the young man calmed down and said methodically, "Big brother, don't you know this? We are rushing to listen to the preaching of the wise man, and there will be no good place to go too late!"

"Preacher, Lord Wise?" Hammond and Marven glanced at each other, and Marven was even more suspicious in his heart, what kind of sacredness was this wise man, who could make people of different faiths rush to listen to his preaching, could it be ......

"Hey, I say you boys, don't be discouraged by these trivial things, the preaching of the wise man is very rare, and it would be a pity to miss it......

"That is, I heard that the wise man is kind to us refugees, and he distributes a large amount of food for free every mission......

A few aunts in the crowd who believed in the Bright Sect walked over, counting left and right sentences, and their worship for the wise man was overflowing.

The young Moses saw the opportunity and sneaked into the crowd, and Marven didn't hesitate any longer, and led Hammond and Zhang Feng to run with the crowd towards the end of the street.

In a short time, they followed the crowd to a huge square nearly a kilometer square, and the whole square was crowded with people, and people of different beliefs gathered together in anticipation.

Marven held his toes and looked forward with great difficulty, only to see that there was a huge grandstand in the center of the square that was about one meter higher than the ground, and the grandstand could almost accommodate hundreds of people, but at this moment there were just a few people sitting on it in traditional religious clothes, those people had solemn faces, at first glance, they were all old men, one of them was wearing a red robe, holding the "Bright Bible" in one hand, and holding a scepter with a cross engraved on the top in the other hand.

Marven frowned slightly, and could see that the people sitting on the stage should be some religious leaders, and the most central position of the podium was still vacant, obviously the rumored wise man had not yet arrived.

The religious leaders sat silently, some with their eyes turned to the sky and their faces blank, while others closed their eyes and kept their minds closed. The civilians in the audience began to talk about each other.

"Do you know? It's a terrible day! The bishops of all the religions in Brut City, including the Illuminati and Moses, have rushed here, all to listen to the preaching of the wise man!"

"It's so powerful! The wise man is amazing! With him, we in Brut City will have a chance to avoid the scourge of war!"

"That's right, what the wise man said is the most reasonable, we really shouldn't continue to fight......"

I don't know how long later, the discussion in the square suddenly stopped, and in the midst of all the attention, I saw a white-haired old man dressed in a gray-brown coarse cloth robe and dressed as an ascetic slowly pacing up the steps.

"Wise man!" the crowd erupted into a commotion, and people of different religions were all shouting the same name at the same time.

The facial muscles of several religious leaders twitched visibly, and their faces were terrifyingly dark, how ugly and ugly--------- people's reverence and love for a heretic was far greater than that of their self-esteemed religious leaders!

After the wise man took his seat, the crowd of people who had been boiling to the point of frenzy gradually quieted down, and the people knew that the ministry was about to begin, and in their eyes, this old man who had learned from the past and the present could answer almost all the doubts of the world.

"Bishops, you have come here today, do you have any problems that you need to discuss with me?" the wise man raised his right hand slightly, facing the major religious leaders around him, his eyes calm and serene.