A thick darkness hangs over the small town of Triste. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A blood moon hung coldly in the air, staring at this ordinary town in the Plateau of Suffering.

With a history of nearly 300 years, Trist was originally a shantytown for miners. After the mine was hollowed out, the rich men patted their butts and left, and the miners, who had stayed here to work and live for decades and did not want to move away, built houses and towns on the barren but rarely disturbed by the outside world, and multiplied, eventually forming this small city of more than 5,000 people.

In the middle of the town is a small church, and in the square in front of the church is a bonfire, around which almost the entire town of the town stands.

"In the war of gods and demons, the human race was blinded by demons and tried in vain to tarnish the glory of the gods with their humble bodies. ”

Around the campfire, Father Ida wore old priestly robes and read aloud the teachings of the Light Bible. Behind him, stood four Bright Saint Cultists wearing bright silver armor and broadswords pinned to their waists. The ribbons on their shoulders were each tattooed with a six-pointed star with a white blue background, representing the identity of the one-star Bronze Light Saint Cult.

That's all the power of the Cult of Light in Triest.

"The demons are defeated, and the gates of hell are closed forever. The blinded world is awakened by the gods, but it also bears the unpardonable original sin. ”

Father Ada straightened up, trying to look majestic. After all, the opportunity to perform a purification ritual on behalf of the gods in this almost forgotten wilderness town is extremely rare.

This ignorant people must be made to feel the power of the gods of light.

"The gods closed the door to heaven and sent down punishment, and the continent was renamed the Continent of Divine Punishment, and humanity entered the Age of Annihilation. ”

Father Ada's voice grew louder and more sacrosanct.

"Despite such heinous sins committed by the Terrans, the gods left behind some of their divine power before returning to the High Heavens, protecting humanity from demons. Praise the gods and thank them for their kindness and emotion. God of light, allow your humble servant to cleanse the light from all sin in your name!"

The pale milky light descended from mid-air, the hymns of the gods sounded out of thin air in the square, and the holy light divine power made every onlooker of the town feel an irresistible sense of fear in their hearts, and they involuntarily prostrate on the ground and bow to the air.

Father Ida was satisfied.

Thirteen years after being assigned to serve as a priest in this deserted barren land, the townspeople who did not have much faith only gathered in churches to celebrate on some traditional festivals, and most of the time Father Ida and his four Cult of Light were treated as transparent.

After all, to survive in this barren land, both people and small towns need to put all their time and energy into the game with nature in order to win the chance of survival.

"Thank you, gods, that under your teaching, these foolish mortals have torn off the veil of demons, realized their original sin, and will finally fall into the arms of the god of light. Father Ida whispered praise to the God of Light, with uncontrollable joy on his face.

Bringing nearly 5,000 humans in the barren land into the arms of the God of Light was enough for Father Ida to be transferred from this plateau of suffering surrounded by bitter cold.

"Roar—" A heart-rending pain rang out from the center of the square.

A young girl in a black robe rolled on the ground screaming and grim, as if she was in great pain.

"Witch, the light of God is everywhere, go back to Hell. Father Ida raised his voice, his right hand holding the Bible of Light trembled slightly, "Holy Army of Light, throw this demon's minions, the witch of the devil, into the fire and burn her." ”

The four Cult of Light marched in unison, carrying the girl identified as a witch, and preparing to throw it into the bonfire to complete the purification ritual.

"Let go of my sister. With a childish cry, a little boy about twelve years old stubbornly struggled out of the crowd.

The boy's "clothes" are made of strips of cloth, with one foot wearing straw sandals woven of brown sheepgrass and the other wearing patched cloth shoes that are clearly one size larger.

He was very thin, but his head was swollen from long-term malnutrition, and his huge body was somewhat out of harmony.

"The gods say, 'You are guilty.' Father Ida squinted at the boy who was trying to interrupt the ceremony, and without hesitation, he handed down the verdict.

"Burn him, burn him, burn him—"

The townspeople, who knelt down on the ground, were baptized by the light and became fanatical believers.

"The witch's brother must also be a servant of the devil. In the name of the gods, I judge you for your guilt. Father Ida pointed at the boy with a holy face and "purified and burned him." ”

The two Light Saint Sect soldiers strode forward, trying to grab the boy.

"Kane, leave me alone, run. The girl who was tied up screamed loudly in severe pain.

Two tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

In the age of the gods, human life is like mustard.

"Who are you to judge me?" said the young man, in a low voice, like a small beast roaring.

After the death of his parents, he lived with his only sister, living a hard life and being bullied.

However, the unknown priest inexplicably said that his sister was a witch and was to be thrown into a campfire to be purified because of the disappearance of a team of probes in the town.

Now I don't even let go of my 12-year-old child?

"Who are the gods to judge us?"

"What if God is wrong?"

"What if it was the Lords of the Abyss of Hell that we had defeated?"

"What kind of onion are you, and what kind of garlic are the gods?"

The boy did not retreat, but advanced, and with every step he took, he threw out a question, and the audience was silent, and the four light warriors who asked were dumbfounded.

"Blasphemy, this is blasphemy against God, burn Him. Father Ida jumped up and down like a cat with a burning tail, pointing at Kane. The high-pitched voice shouted, and the facial features were distorted together, like a monkey that eats a bad stomach.

The townsfolk in the square stood up and pressed on the boy Kane.

The boy's face was dead, and he was already full of mortal intentions.

Holy Light Dasheng.

The mid-air above Trist shone like daylight.

A dark tide of blood, accompanied by a piercing wail, surged from the weeping valley to the west of the town.

"Kane, I-"

The kidnapped girl tried to say something, but the next moment she turned into a stone sculpture.

Kane was stunned, and when he looked at it, the annoyed Father Ada, the cold-blooded and ruthless Illuminated Cult Army, and the townspeople who were about to pounce on him were all turned into lifelike stone sculptures.

What's going on?

Before he had time to think about it, Kane was swept away by the blood tide and rushed straight into the blazing light in midair.

In the holy light, a huge door of light slowly opened.