Whether it is in the Western Continent or the Eastern Continent, whether it is in the Salvation Church or the Sun and Moon Church's "Holy Scriptures", the demon race has always been as feared and spurned as the beast race. The sage Siegfried said www.biquge.info the evil and twisted mind of man is the source of fear, and the scholar Frio Crestian said that fear comes only from ignorance.

Leave aside whether these two opposing polymaths have similarities in their theories about the roots of fear, and how deeply they influence the population. We just need to know now. Since the end of the Cadmanian War of the Holy Demons more than a thousand years ago, the aborigines of Cadmani have been at odds with the strange race that survived the Great War.

Every intelligent creature of Cadmani has been instilled with the idea that demons are as cruel and cunning and shameless as the orcs since the day they were born. In the ballads sung by generations of bards, the demons are depicted as the source of all evil in the world, the representative and embodiment of Kaos, the lord of chaos. They are murderous, they are ******, they are despicable and shameless.

The same is true of Karbdisdaf, the elves claim to be the dependents of Odescal, the lord of order, and have a natural aversion to the demons, and their pupils are usually blue and green, which is exactly the opposite of the demons' three pupils, black, purple, and red.

Whether it is a human or an elf, once a person gives birth to a baby with the three eyes of the demon race, it is immediately assumed that the ancestors have demon blood. In the Elven Forest, the entire family of these unfortunate people will be expelled from the group and left to fend for themselves. In the land of mankind, where the power of faith is not very strong, they may still have the hope of living as a slave or as a **. The most common outcome is the burning at the stake, or the wall of atonement.

However, these unusual people are usually stronger or smarter than ordinary people, and there is usually a hint of irrational jealousy when people arrest them, judge them, and adjudicate them.

In front of the white-haired elf stood a purple-eyed demon at this moment, holding a broken sword and fighting fiercely with His Excellency the General, and they both forgot everything except fighting.

Mu Sang danced the axe in his hand like a windmill, and used it to defend against Odru's barely visible stabbing blows. The clash of daggers and tomahawks was as crisp and cheerful as the percussion of the trolls of the distant Lorraine Islands.

Mu Sandro was a warrior who had come back from the pile of dead on the battlefield, and just as the short sword and the great axe met for the fifth time, he had come up with a way to deal with the attack that was faster than the thunder and lightning, and the great axe slashed downward, so that the meteor would lose the light that propelled him.

Odrew doesn't retreat, but advances!

His figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already between the blade of the giant axe and Rafal's body, and the half-blooded broken sword was about to pierce the throat of His Excellency the General. Karbudisdav hurriedly retrieved the arrows, but knew it was too late.

When he was in danger, he only heard Mu Sang Zhuo roaring, and his body bent backwards as if it was broken. The bloody left fist swung upwards and slammed into Isaac's wrist holding the short sword, and the boy's body floated upwards as a result, and the sword pierced the ceiling unabated.

"Your Excellency, General!" Calbudistav cried out, his right hand plucking the bowstring and three feathered arrows towards Odru on the ceiling.

"Don't do it!" exclaimed Mu Sangzhuo. At the same time, Odru's hand loosened, his figure flickered, and the man fell to the ground. The three sticks were inserted next to the short sword on the ceiling, and the white feathers at the end of the arrow couldn't help shaking.

"I lost. The general said, "Thirteen axes, and he has not yet been taken." ”

"Your Excellency!" Bukar Budisdav felt a dizziness in his head, like a fluttering bowstring in his hand.

Odru glanced at Musang Zhuo, who was covered in blood and still holding a giant axe. In the dim light of the second floor, the general looked out the window at this time, not knowing what he was thinking. He walked briskly to Aoman's side, picked up his friend, shook his shoulder, and said happily, "Aoman, hey, my brother! I can't believe it!!...... Win!!"

Aoman slowly awoke, and the first consciousness he regained was his hearing—he heard his brother's joyful voice, then the warmth of his body and the salty smell of blood, and finally his sight, and as his vision cleared up, he was greeted by a familiar, delighted face and ...... A pair of eyes that sparkle with a violet sheen!

"Demons!Demons!!Odrew!Your eyes!!"

Aoman never expected that the second brother Odru was really as Karbudisdaf said, the violet color between the pupils, obvious demon characteristics.

And what about yourself?

"Suffer death, filthy existence!" With Karbudisdaf's clear shout, three more feathered arrows shot at him, and Audru half-crouched in place, not dodging or dodging, but the general stepped forward with his axe, and let all three feathered arrows shoot at the surface of the axe.

"Let them go!" said the Admiral in a low voice.

"Your Excellency, he's a demon!" Karbdisdaf's emerald eyes widened.

"Let them go!!" Mu Sang repeated loudly, the roof shaking from him to the ground.

Karbudisdav drew his saber and rested it on his neck, and calmly said to Musang Zhuo, "I have no problem with you releasing that human. However, the release of a demon has let the church know what the consequences will be, you know better than me!"

"You!" Mu Sang's words choked in his throat.

I only heard the white-haired elf continue: "I'm fed up with your willfulness, Your Excellency! If you insist on letting him go, then I'm sorry, we'll break up, and I'll never follow your wayward boss again!"

"Karbudisdaf......" Mu Sang Zhuo squeezed out this sentence in pain, ten slashes on him would not make the great general so painful, his well-defined face was distorted at the moment, and his throat was completely dumb.

Mu Sangzhuo hung his head and stood in place, motionless. I saw Odrew twist himself hard and shouted:

"It's not a dream! It's not a ...... Dream...... Hehe, hehe, what are you kidding, I'm a demon? Dad...... Mom...... Aoman, oh! Aoman!!Tell them!I'm not a demon!!I'm ...... I grew up with you...... Brothers......"

Sou!

A feathered arrow shot at Odru again, and he noticed it, but at the moment, he just wanted to die.

Bite!

Mu Sang Zhuo blocked the arrow again, and he yelled at his subordinates, "What are you doing, Karbudisdaf?!"

"Just do him a favor. The elf lieutenant general said, "If he falls into the hands of the church, he will only suffer more." ”

The general sneered and said, "I, Musang Zhuo, have never been dominated by the will of the church, and I will never be in the future!"

"Your Excellency!"

"Have you forgotten about Brock Xiu, this kid is useful to us, arrest me and interrogate him properly!"

Karl Budisdav was so shocked by the General's commanding tone that he forgot to think about how quickly His Excellency the General recovered from his low state. He habitually gave a military salute and ordered his men to tie up Odr.

Two black-armored soldiers approached the young demon with trembling trembling and had the audacity to tie him up. When he was tied, he was like a stone statue.

"Aoman!" he shouted at the red-haired knight before being led away by the soldiers, "we ...... Are you still a brother?"

Aoman hung his head silently, not daring to look directly into his demonic violet eyes.

For the first time, under the contradiction between the treatment of humans and the demons, he was compromising and struggling.

Until Odrew was pulled out of the distance, he still looked back at the broken, dimly lit battlefield on the second floor.

As the sound of the soldiers' boots tapping on the stone slabs faded away, only the crickets sang in the grass in the courtyard, and there was silence all else. Not only this Liuying Pavilion, but even the next few houses have been emptied. In fact, when the soldiers of Karbdisdav appeared in the streets, the whole street seemed to be blown by the wind of hypnosis, and it said goodbye to the noise and fell asleep into the endless night. The people who work in such places naturally have their own channels of information, so they can resurrect themselves from repeated storms and wildfires.

Aoman sat dumbfounded on the wooden floor of the second floor. The blood from the wound in his chest was cold when it reached his lower abdomen, and his mind clotted like blood.

The scene of Odrew being tied up and leaving is still unfolding before his eyes. The strange, shiny, but still pure violet eyes that looked back at him reluctantly made his heart feel as if it were broken.

"Our Lady of Mercy teaches us that demons are a cursed species that should not exist in this world. ”

“...... I can't wipe it off, this smell of blood ......"

“...... Let me carry the pain of murder and let the joy return to your face......"

“...... Suddenly, there was a ...... I feel very useless......"

“...... Isn't it human nature to love beautiful things, to be fascinated by beautiful things, to love beauty?"

“...... I wouldn't mind giving you half of my father, and I don't think he would mind either......"

"We ...... Are you still friends?"

His conscience was tormented by traditional morality, and Ioman burst into tears, remembering the family motto and not making a whimpering sound. When he was a child, he sat on a branch and mocked Odrew for climbing up under the tree: the branch he was on broke under his jump, and Odrew's face immediately changed from anger to surprise, and then he put his body under himself and the falling branch.

"I'm going to die together! Let me leave you and run away alone, I can't do that!"

Odru's words not long ago were still ringing in his ears, and Aoman slammed the floor and said loudly, "Why are you always so good......? It's not like that!"

"Aoman!

What about your conscience, and what do you choose between your own glimmer of life and your conscience?

You self-righteous noble human, you are even more despicable than the demons!!"

After yelling at the empty air, he finally couldn't help but cry loudly. He was just a young man who had just passed his twentieth birthday and had just said goodbye to his teenage years.

The night silently listened to him pour out everything, the light was too bright to hide anything, but the night could contain everything.

The sight of the red-haired boy being nailed to the wall of atonement and bleeding all over the ground suddenly floated through Aoman's mind, and the scene made him stand up suddenly.

Odru!Odrew!!My brother!!I can't let you die in such despair and helplessness!!

Aeoman hurriedly retrieved the Pope's card and left Tieton City, the power of faith was nearly exhausted, and now he was almost exhausted except for being able to maintain the realm of the Great Swordsman.

He inserted half of the heavy sword back into the scabbard at his waist, and without wrapping his wounds, he staggered down the stairs, and quickly chased in the direction where the soldiers of the Heavenly Bandit Army had disappeared.

He was blown by the wind on the deserted street, his fanatical head calmed down, and his pace of progress became slower and slower. Finally, he looked around warily, and one of them disappeared into the alley by the side of the road.

"If Odrew is a demon, then Uncle Martin is a demon, or is Aunt Karin a demon?, or are they all?" this thought came to his heart, "Now I rush to save the wood, but I am just sending him to death in vain." Or with the help of the power of the Angel Believers? Will they agree to save a demon?"

Aoman punched hard in the wall, wishing that fatherly middle-aged man was by his side at the moment.

He began to miss the bad middle-aged man who engraved optimism and cheerfulness in his bones.

No matter how you look at it, he is the complete opposite of the demon, but his elusive methods and powerful sword skills are a little suspicious. Aunt Karin...... It's been too long, and the impression is too vague.

Aeoman shook his head vigorously, not thinking about the headache. He thought that he had matured after experiencing the battlefield, and now it seemed that judging from the fact that he had decided to attack Mu Sang Zhuo on a temporary basis, he would never miss. He's just a rookie, and now he's paid for his recklessness and paid for Odru.

His wound began to ache bitterly.

Poor wood, alas! Poor wood! It seems that he doesn't know that he is a demon, why didn't the uncle tell him? How painful this pious and honest fellow must be now! Aeoman stroked his left breast, tears were about to fall again, and he finally managed to hold back.

Aeoman staggered back to his family's secret room, startled the two ladies when he appeared in front of Sister Maria and Juliet.

"Is the scouting done?" said Odrew?" Juliet asked him.

Aoman shook his head with difficulty, and Juliet saw that he was now so melancholy when he rarely showed a low-key expression, and the plate in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

"Praise Coluna, Aoman, it won't be ......," the girl began to cry halfway through her words.

Sister Maria's face was relatively calm, and she comforted Juliet, "Don't think about Juliet, listen to the Angel of Light believers first." ”

The Light Angel believers hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to tell them the truth.

"Juliet, you have to be strong. He gave the girl a heart booster, but when she heard this, she cried out:

"Coluna's blessing! he ...... Dead?"

"It's worse than that. ”

"Worse than that?" asked Sister Maria, tilting her head to the side, puzzled.

Aoman nodded, and said in a low and clear voice, "Odru, he is a demon. ”

Juliet reached out and slapped him, a crisp sound echoing through the chamber.

Aoman's head deflected to the side with the slap. Juliet slapped it out and didn't take it back. Her fingers kept stretching and contracting. The girl, who had just lost her family, said angrily:

"Coluna's curse! Damn Angel of Light! You're still joking with me at this time! You're pretending to be like it! Tell me honestly, where did you deceive Xiao Ao? He's a demon? A person like him would be a demon? Don't be funny! If you say you're a demon, I still believe you, isn't your nickname 'Demon King'?"

Aoman didn't move his head, and he repeated firmly, "Odrew is a demon!"

"You?!" the girl was so angry that she picked up the pan on the table, but was stopped by Sister Maria.

"The Angel of Light believer is not joking, listen to him. The blue-eyed blonde girl said calmly.

"I couldn't believe it, but I did see his purple eyes. Aoman said slowly, describing the experience of the night to the two ladies, except that when O'Dru's eyes turned purple, he did not know, and he fainted at that time.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" Zhu Ye grabbed him by the shoulder and shouted, "Something must be wrong! Why don't you tell the Heavenly Bandit Army that Xiao Ao is not a demon? Why don't you say it?"

Aoman was pinched by the astonishing force of his hands, and the wound on his chest cracked again. His heart was churning with Juliet's chattering complaints, and he suddenly stood up, broke free of her hands, and cried out loudly:

"What can I say? What can I prove? So many pairs of eyes saw his purple pupils, I said that he is not a demon, will anyone believe it??!"

Juliet looked at the Angel of Light believer who was two heads taller than herself, and was so roared by a condescending voice that she sat down on the ground, rubbing her feet back and forth on the ground while crying and saying, "Believer of the Angel of Light! Watching your partner being captured by the Heavenly Bandit Army, you didn't do anything! You are afraid of death!!!

Sister Maria pursed her lips and softly reassured Juliet, "Survival is not an evil thing......"

The heart of the Angel of Light believer was pricked by a needle, his eyes were red, and he wanted to say something, but he forcibly held back. He remained silent, letting Juliet wipe snot and tears from his trouser legs.

Suddenly, something flashed through his already drowsy mind, and he looked up at Sister Maria, and his voice became very cold:

"Sister Maria, you don't seem to care much about the fact that Odrew is a demon?"

He accented the word nun.

The girl's blue eyes turned, took a step back, and smiled: "...... Coluna's Blessing...... How so...... I feel a little sorry for him......"

"Huh?"

The blonde nun sighed, pointed to her pointed ears, lowered her head and said, "Noble Mr. Top Believer, you see, I have also been treated as a 'mongrel' since I was a child, and in this regard, it can be said that I am sympathetic...... So ......"

"Odru doesn't need to be pitied by others!" said the Angel of Light believer categorically, "I don't allow others to call him 'bastard'!"

"Ahh Juliet pulled at his leg and cried out loudly, the sound of which pierced the boy's heart into a sieve.

"That's enough!" Aeoman stomped his foot, breaking free of her hand.

"Indeed, I am afraid, I am despicable, I am shameless!, but I have not yet degenerated to the point of lying to a woman in this matter!" The Red Light Angel believer slapped himself with a backhand, he was much more powerful than Juliet, and his cheeks immediately swelled. He kicked the table over and shouted hysterically, "Why am I jealous?

He roared like an angry lion, and his voice was hoarse. Juliet just whimpered and cried, not speaking. Sister Maria had already hid in the corner of the room, clutching the pendant on her breast, and looked at them with some fear.

"I'll go and save him, if I can't save him, I'll die with him!" the Light Angel believer said word by word, "I don't care if he's a demon or not, he's my brother!"

"Don't go...... Don't go ......" The bar girl tugged at his trouser leg again, "I can't save it, I can't save it! There are so many infidels, how is this possible? What should I do!"

Aoman swallowed the phrase "I don't care what you do".

“...... Uncle?"

The figure of the blacksmith shop owner appears in the secret room.

"I'm sorry, uncle, I ......" Aoman's head was so heavy that he couldn't lift it.

"It's nothing, tonight I saw the bandit army escorting Odrew into the castle, it really scared me, I looked left and right and didn't find you, I didn't worry, so I sneaked out in the middle of the night. It's great that you're safe. Old Martin's eagle-like eyes swept over Sister Maria, who held the pendant on her chest, in the corner of the room, and said flatly.

"Uncle, Xiao Ao is a demon? What about you?" asked this question, Juliet couldn't help but lean in on the only clergyman in the room.

"Oops, that's a misunderstanding. Old Martin smiled at her, "You've known me and Xiao Ao for so long, do you think we are like the demons sung by the Holy Book and the bards?"

"This ...... It's not like ...... at all."

"Have you noticed my last name? It's a bit embarrassing to say, but my ancestors may have something to do with the heroes who fought against the demons. ”

"Martin Alameander. Sister Maria said slowly, "Alexandros de Alameander, the first director of the Roerland School of Magic and Magic, and one of the Seventeen Heroes of the Holy Demon War, the 'Scroll Scribe'!"

"It seems like yes. Old Martin scratched his head, "But my father died young, and I don't know if I'm a descendant of that hero." ”

"Aren't you, then, a native of Far-Easton?" asked Sister Maria, warily.

"If our ancestors were that hero, perhaps. "But, from my grandfather's grandfather's time, we should be considered Middlefeldts." ”

The blacksmith shop owner gave Aeoman a look, motioned for him to stop talking, and then said to the two ladies, "I'm going to discuss with Mr. Bright Angel Believer about saving Odrey, Light Angel Believer, come with me." ”

So Aeoman followed Old Martin to his house's spire in the style of Ordnis, where the light of the silver moon of the sky, Paracerans, was coldly cast on the stone floor.

The blacksmith owner sat down against the fence.

"There are some things that are not clear to women, so it is over to deal with the past vaguely, I know you have doubts in your heart, you ask. ”

"Uncle, you said that Alexandros de Alameand is a god of law. ”

"This, I don't know, the legend of the 'Law God' is the most ethereal, he is the same as the 'Holy Sword Messenger', no one knows their face and name. But my father told me that our sword skills were indeed inherited from the Holy Sword Messenger, and that was not wrong, and I don't know what the relationship between the Holy Sword Messenger and the Scroll Scriber was. ”

"And ...... This thing of the demons ......"

"Well......" Old Martin pondered for a moment, then turned to Aeoman and said, "You know, when it comes to swordsmanship, I teach you fairly. Oderu is better than you, and it's really a matter of being talented in this area......"

Aoman's heart was beating violently, and his face was expectant, scared, and worried.

The blacksmith shop owner sighed and said, "Okay, I'll tell you about me, Karin, and Iodru, the story might be a bit long. Before I do that, let me tell you a word about the plan to save that piece of wood. ”

He pulled out a gilded badge.

"Do as you command, Guide. The Angel of Light believer bowed.