The moon has sunk in the west, and several rays of light rise from the east, reflecting the full moon as bright as blood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Large dark clouds rolled in from the horizon that was hard to see, and pointed straight at the rain-stricken town of Triste.

After a night of tossing, the townspeople were still in sweet dreams, and no one felt that the sickle of death was quietly approaching.

The earth is shaking.

Tens of thousands of dragon horses trampled on the muddy muddy ground, causing the mud to fly in all directions.

The town is close by.

With no one to command, the galloping army spontaneously parted from the middle and swallowed the entire town like a dumpling wrapper.

Chilly.

It was a scimitar held high in the hands of a warrior.

Blood.

It is the cheap and humble lives of the townspeople who reap the harvest.

In the dark night, I occasionally heard a few dog barks and chickens crowing, a quiet and peaceful scenery.

The horse's hooves wrapped the ula grass, silent and slippery.

Ruthless and quiet, the well-trained knight is sure to capture a head with every shot.

Cold-blooded soldiers, the army of death, the silent but deadly blood lion in the night.

"Sister, are you better?" In the church building of the Illuminati Cult in the middle of Trist Town, Kane, who was looking out the window in a black distraction, rarely asked.

"It's much better, but I feel weak. Lillian didn't dare to look directly at her brother Kane, but only glanced at the corner of her eye, "What's wrong?"

This dawn was a little strangely quiet, and even the weak Lilian smelled a strange smell and looked a little uneasy.

"It's okay, rest in peace. Kane struggled to twitch the muscles of his cheeks, making a barely smiling expression, "It's all with me." ”

For no reason, the uneasiness in Lily's peace of mind instantly vanished, and after a soft "um", she fell into a deep sleep again.

Fall asleep soundly, and your dreams are sweet.

At the beginning of the first sun, the temperatureless sunlight was so cold that it sprinkled on the suffering plateau, shining on the shabby and dilapidated houses from time to time, pulling out the long and oblique light and shadow.

It's like some strange demon.

"Kane. Lillian woke up, blushing and a little agitated.

"Huh?" Kane still stood beside the bed like a guard, standing in the same position as he had been when Lillian had fallen asleep the night before.

The twelve-year-old boy stood like this all night.

"Sister, I want to shhh Lilian's head was buried deeper, and she didn't know whether she was ashamed or weak, and she didn't dare to look into the boy's eyes.

"Oh!" Kane's face remained unchanged, and he pulled out a pair of embroidered soft-soled cloth shoes from under the bed, patiently helped Lillian to put them on for her, and carefully helped her to the door with broken steps.

Bathroom is outside the bedroom door.

"I'll come!" Seeing Lillian stretch out her pale hand and grasp the openwork bronze doorknob, Kane grabbed her thin arm and shook her head slightly.

"Kane, I'm not that delicate. Lillian protested softly, a little aggrieved, as if she was a little unhappy with Kane's excessive concern.

"I'll come!" the hand that grabbed Lillian's arm didn't add any strength, but she felt that the doorknob was too heavy to unscrew it anyway.

Can't open?

Or is it fear, or is it unwilling to go against Kane's wishes, so you don't want to open it?

Lillian herself didn't know.

The stubborn girl's jade teeth bit her already bloody lips, and she was unwilling to let go of her hand.

Kane stretched out his left hand, placed it on the doorknob, and shook it effortlessly.

"Squeak-"

The door opened.

Outside is the main hall of the Cult of Light, although the temple of light in the town of Trist is not big, but although the sparrow is small, it is full of internal organs, and the main hall that is enough to accommodate 300 people to pray is full of statues from the god of light to the twelve disciples, and there are not a lot of prayer utensils.

"Watch out for the steps. Kane thoughtfully bent down, picked up Lillian, and walked towards the bathroom next to the main hall.

"Brother—" Lillian stopped talking.

In the empty main hall, stood a dozen soldiers wearing heavy armor and with blood-red lion heads printed on their chests.

On the red carpet, Father Ada and four Holy Soldiers knelt beside them, and beside them, the two young girls who had served Kane and Lillian last night were limp like two lumps of flesh, their eyes fixed on the ceiling, gray-brown blood stains pouring out of their abdomen and dripping all over the floor.

It's obviously been a long time since I've been dead.

Kane, who was carrying Lillian on his back, ignored all this, and walked towards the bathroom with small steps without care, lest the stride be too large and make Lilian, who was weak on her back, uncomfortable.

"Wake up?" said a soldier in a low voice, "We've been waiting for a long time. ”

Kane's footsteps stalled slightly, and then without hesitation, he turned to the right front, bypassing the Blood Lion soldiers in front of him, as if it were just a mass of insignificant air.

The soldier turned his head, a hint of helplessness on his face.

Bang -

The air burst into the air, and another Blood Lion member jumped into the air, pushed the beams with both hands, and with the force of the reversible thrust, landed firmly in front of Kane's eyes, blocking the bathroom door.

"Deaf?" said the Red Ribbon tied around the right arm of the Blood Lion member blocking the door, embroidered with a golden bar and a star.

This young man in his twenties turned out to be a second lieutenant.

Although there are various national organizations on the Divine Punishment Continent, the military ranks are unified.

A second lieutenant in an ordinary army must also be a third-level soldier, and an elite legion like Blood Lion, which even ordinary soldiers are first-class soldiers, must be a fifth-level soldier if they want to be awarded the rank of second lieutenant.

"Hurry up and eat—, wait!" Kane frowned, the hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, and he was not good at words, let alone disdainful of pretending to be colored, and opened his mouth to scold, showing no mercy.

Silence, deathly silence.

A faint blood aura slowly came from the second lieutenant's body, and the air was distorted a little by the almost materialized evil aura.

The fame of the Blood Lion is not earned by the word of mouth of those bards, but by the blood of countless broken cities, and the accumulation of grievances of countless undead ghosts.

The strength of the second-level soldiers, that is not the fifth level of those noble young masters who live in the city, and the students of Lengtou rely on the flower racks to practice, but the fifth level that is actually killed.

"Looking for death?" the second lieutenant's tone was like a pebble falling into an ancient well, cold and ethereal.

The sword is unsheathed, quaint and inconspicuous.

The cold glow was covered in brown blood stains, the remnants of countless stabbing and pulling out of the human body.

Slaughtering weapons, no matter how much they are cleaned, will always leave some traces, which will accumulate over the years and eventually become lingering blood stains.

"Kane, or don't you apologize!" Lillian's body trembled, and her arms around Kane were nervous and strangled around his neck.

"Don't worry, sister, he doesn't dare. Kane whispered a reassuring message to Lilian, and without warning, he raised his leg and kicked at the lieutenant.

The sword light is close at hand.