Hano didn't expect that such a small person as himself could be treated so seriously by a force like the casino. He had planned to go straight out of town, but he didn't expect that there were people wandering around the casinos at the exit and entrance of the town. In order to resist banditry, the Duke of Poma, the de facto ruler of Greenland Province, allocated funds to all towns to build walls, which were more than two meters high and may not be able to stop the regular army, but they were the most effective against small groups of bandits.

His brain was about to explode at this time, and he didn't know where to hide, but he subconsciously avoided the people chasing behind.

Hano shuddered at the thought of those guys who suddenly evaporated from the world because of conflicts with casinos, and no one died. He understands very well that he won not because he really had the ability or luck, but because he "cheated". It's all to blame on the new priest in the town, who had to perform some magic on himself, and ended up harming himself like this. If that guy named Rosie didn't have much to do, I'm afraid I'm lying in bed right now fighting with his wife goblin.

Running wildly along the way, a lot of silver coins jumped out in his arms, he was distressed and scared, he wanted to turn back to find it but didn't dare to stop, he could only run forward vigorously. There were more and more people following behind, and the roar of the bald man could be faintly heard. In the evening, there is no entertainment in the town, and everyone rests early. Besides, when encountering such a thing, no one dares to come out to join in the fun, for fear of being misunderstood and being split on the street.

In a panic, he suddenly saw the church on the edge of the town, hesitated slightly, and rushed over with gritted teeth.

"Open the door, open the door, Priest Rosie, Pastor Bivis, open the door!"

In the quiet midnight, Hano's voice was particularly loud, panic could not hide the fear, and the voice was sharp and penetrating. In less than two minutes, the door of the church creaked open, and Beavis, wearing a nightgown, looked at Hano, who was lying on the door crying, "Is there something urgent? Is there someone sick? Or does someone need to be buried?"

At present, the only business of the church is to cure the sick and bury, and the business of healing is not good. I don't know if it's the influence of the end of the era, but the effect of the healing technique is much worse than what is described in the chapter of divine arts. The average patient is treated with a miracle, and it takes about three to five days or even longer to slowly get better. Because it does not have an immediate effect, many people will buy some drugs and use them at the same time, even if they come to ask for a cure.

And after being cured, it is difficult to tell whether it is better to be treated by magic or medicated. Coupled with the advocacy of some pharmacists and scientists, as well as the popularization of science education, people are increasingly believing in medicine rather than pretending to be a cure.

As for the burial, it was just for a ceremony, and no one took it seriously.

Hano panicked and said, "Someone outside is trying to kill me, please let me in and hide, please Pastor Bivis." ”

Bevis was very difficult, and one of the rules of the apostles was not to interfere in local affairs, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble. The power of the church has shrunk severely, it is no longer as great as it used to be, and people no longer have the mentality of fear of the church. In one case, a church was directly eradicated by the local government in order to shelter two civilians who had been falsely accused, and three apostles were killed.

Every baptized apostle who believes in God is a precious resource, and the death of any of them is a very serious loss for the church.

Bevis was embarrassed and didn't want to let Hano in, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hano, you should know that the church wants to ...... independence. ”

The noise of the pursuers behind him was getting closer, and Hano was already looking desperate.

And just then, Rosie patted Bivis on the shoulder and walked out. He looked at Hano calmly, "Believers in God, where is your cross?"

Hano, with a spirit, hurriedly took out the iron cross in his arms and held it in both hands. In the dim light, the iron cross glowed with a dark metallic luster, and Rosie smiled slightly, "Why don't you wear it?" As long as you wear a cross, you are a believer in the church, and the church has the right and right to protect your personal safety. ”

Bivis frowned, "It's not in order!"

Rosie glanced at him sideways, "Pastor Bivis, I'm in charge of today's affairs. You can report to your superiors, but I have the power to keep God's followers from being harmed by evil forces!"

Hanno gratefully wore the cross around his neck tremblingly, and he thought to himself that as long as he could avoid this catastrophe, he would definitely believe in the Church of the Light.

The bald man came after him with six or seven minions, his rough clothes and shiny head reflecting the oily glow in the moonlight. He wiped a handful of sweat, took a breath, and walked over to this side with a sly smile, "Damn, you run again, keep running?"

Hano looked at Rossi beggingly, his fate now in Rossi's hands.

Rosie didn't flinch, but walked out of the church, standing between Hano and the bald man, "Distinguished guest, may I ask if you are in such a hurry to come to the church so late?"

The bald man was stunned for a moment, and in many people's impressions, the church is a soft egg. Even standing outside the church door and pointing at their noses and scolding, they didn't dare not come out. He laughed a few times, "This person is in my casino, I'm going to take him away, I hope you don't interfere." ”

He felt that saying this was already very face-saving for the church, at least he said two sentences of the scene, instead of directly arresting people. If the good old people of the church knew what was going on, they wouldn't have interfered.

Surprisingly, Rosie didn't intend to admit it, nor did she intend to give him face.

"I'm sorry, sir. Hano believer is a registered believer of the church, under the protection and protection of the church, you have no right to take him from me, and I have no right to let you do so. ”

The bald man was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly, "You're telling a joke, right? You must be telling a joke! The church? The church is a fart! It's just a pile of garbage that has been swept into the garbage heap, and you dare to take care of Lao Tzu's business?", after saying that, he waved his hand and said viciously: "Arrest the people." ”

Rosie stepped forward again, "Please think about your tone and words, you are blaspheming the power of God!"

Bivis hurriedly walked behind Rossi, tugged at his cloak, and whispered: "This guy is the small leader of a gang in the city, they have a lot of people, they also have backgrounds, and they have raised a lot of gangsters, you ......"

Before Bevis finished speaking, Rosie slapped Bivis's hand away, he glanced at Beavis with deep meaning, and then looked directly at the bald man without fear, "God has mercy for the world, and also has the wrath to punish evil. If I were you, I'd stop doing stupid things. ”

The bald man chuckled disdainfully, this young guy had a bad brain, and he actually believed in the existence of these pretending gods. He didn't stop his subordinates from moving, but watched the excitement with his hands in his arms.

Rosie sighed, "God says, I give him charity for goodness. For evil, We grant him destruction. ”

I saw Rossi grab his right hand behind him and pull out a one-handed sword. The blade of the one-handed sword shone with a compelling cold light in the moonlight, and the bald man frowned, and snorted angrily, "Move the guys, cut them down!"

Several minions pulled out long daggers or knives one after another, and pounced on them with a sinister smile.

Rosie clenched his left hand, stretched out his index and middle fingers, and gently tapped his eyebrows, "Blessings!"

A faint glow of fluorescence enveloped Rosie's body for a moment, and he looked calm, took a step forward and slammed into the nearest minion.

When people are attacked suddenly, they will subconsciously protect themselves first, rather than attacking first. The minion crossed his hands to protect his head, but was caught off guard by Rosie's shoulder on the chest, and suddenly sullen, coughed and staggered back two steps. With a slight wave of the long sword in Rossi's hand, a cold light flashed, and a slash opened in the minion's stomach, and the stomach pouch and intestines flowed out with a pop, and the fishy smell of blood and the fishy smell of internal organs immediately filled the air.

The minion didn't seem to react yet, and looked down to see that the intestines hanging on his body had rolled twice on the ground, stained with a lot of dust. He screamed in horror, sat down weakly, and grabbed his intestines with both hands and put them in his stomach. But the speed of loading is not as fast as the outflow.

Other people are afraid, and when people are afraid to the limit, they are angry. These people were outlaws, and at this time, they aroused their ferocity, and immediately raised their weapons and beckoned to Rossi.

The one-handed sword in Rossi's hand stirred a circle with his wrist as the center of the circle, blocking the weapons handed over one after another, and at the same time took the opportunity to take a step backwards and widen the distance. When the minions tried to rush forward again, Rosie picked up a puff of sand on her toes, causing them to close their eyes and wave their hands.

There were two more pops, and the blade of the sword was pulled out of the stomach of a minion, and blood dripped down the blade to the ground, and in the blink of an eye, three people had fallen to the ground.

The bald man broke out in a cold sweat, when did the church raise such a murderer?

Without waiting for him to think about it, Rosie raised his one-handed sword and slashed downward. His strength has reached 1.5, although it is only 0.5 more, but it is twice as much as an ordinary person. Coupled with the quality of the one-handed sword itself, daggers and knives simply cannot withstand a chopping of such power.

After splitting a minion dagger, the blade sliced directly into his collarbone, cutting out from the hip bone on the other side, and in an instant, it broke his intestines, blood splattered, and he lay on the ground wailing, seeing that there was not much out of breath.

The only three remaining minions, you look at me, I look at you, they all took a few steps back, and no one dared to step forward.