Hano, whose face was covered in blood, didn't even wipe it, allowing the blood stains to slowly cool and solidify on his face. The Templars in the Inquisition in front of him were dying, with a dozen spikes more than a foot long on their bodies. The nails pierced his body directly and stabbed out from behind, and the blood slowly dripped down the nails to the ground, ringing the echo of death.

Hano's face was full of hideousness, he took out a small sharp dagger, pinched the knight's side with one hand, and cut it with a slight wave.

The knight didn't even have the strength to scream, and could only snort twice, indicating his pain.

"Why? Why don't you say it? Is that really that important about damn faith?", Hano roared loudly, "God? Do you know that your faith is not God at all! It's a false god, it's Rosie's guy! He secretly changed your faith, he betrayed the true faith, and you still believe in him, and you're even willing to die for him?"

The knight's eyes were swollen and purple, and there were two blackened and dry drops of blood hanging from his eyelashes, and the viscous blood stained his eyes together, and he looked up with great difficulty, and actually laughed twice.

I don't know if he knew that he was not far from death, or if Hano's roar made him feel angry, and his stiff features moved. He opened his mouth, and Hanno even watched as he spat out a mouthful of blood, the spit mixed with blood and hung into several long filaments. He began to hum the tune slowly with a dry and rubbing sound, the sound became louder and louder, and his breath became more and more full, and there was a faint red light on his face.

He didn't know where he borrowed his strength, and calmly looked at Hano, singing loudly, "We come out of hell and usher in the baptism of the sun, pure white is the color of my soul, and I give everything to you, my lord." Whether it is facing death or darkness, no matter how difficult and bumpy the road ahead is, I will keep the light in my heart and move forward. Courage is my legs, fearlessness is my wings, and faith is my strength, taking me to fly freely in the direction of the kingdom of God. I do not shed tears, even in the face of death, I pray, may the light of God always reign over this land, and may the gospel of God be sprinkled on the earth. I, Thorn Togol, offer my soul and my loyalty to the omnipotent and great as you.

I will cut off all evil with a sharp blade in my hand. I will burn all darkness with the wrath of faith. O God of Light and High, do you hear my voice, may the Holy Fire cleanse all the filth of this world!"

Xiu'en's body like a broken pocket suddenly shone with a glittering white light from the inside out, Hano's face was gloomy and terrifying, this song is the war song of the Glorious Age of the Eastern Crusade, and it is also the war song of the Inquisition. He felt a deep sense of shame, of his own insignificance and powerlessness. No matter what he does, he will never be the opponent of that person, even if he is far from this world, even if he can never appear again.

A little holy flame emerged from Xiu's forehead, this holy flame was gentle, not the slightest heat and difficult to approach, and the mild temperature even made people feel comfortable. The flame quickly burned all over Xiun's body, and he was wrapped in the center of the flame, but the flame did not hurt him in the slightest, as if it were just an illusion. He smiled and looked at Hano calmly, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

The ceiling overhead could not block the starlight from another world, and the stars in the sky became a broad avenue.

Xiuen was a little nostalgic and a little reluctant, but the next moment, his soul broke out of his body and slowly floated towards the sea of stars.

It is said that the gods have a dense mass of stars on their chests, which guide the way to the kingdom of God and point the way to lost souls.

Seun glanced down at Hano, who was getting farther and farther away from him, and his contemptuous eyes made Hanno almost go crazy. He turned his head and slowly disappeared into the sea of stars, following the direction of the stars.

When everything returned to calm, the Xiun in front of Hano had already lost his breath, the temperature of his body began to slowly drop, and the flowing blood began to slow down until it stopped.

Hano looked at the corpse and couldn't speak for a long time.

He has a sense of decadence, obviously just an insignificant pawn, obviously not a big thing, obviously as long as he opens his mouth to say those unimportant information, he can live, but Xiuen was actually abused to death and didn't want to speak.

Is faith really so great? Can a living person, a person with a bright future and a sufficient life, calmly face death directly, accept death, and admit death?!

Xiu's death was like a hard slap on Hano's face, and his brain was buzzing and blank.

He sighed softly and sat back in his chair, rubbing his hands together fiercely, the brief darkness and the friction on his face calming him down a little.

Xiuen will not be the first, nor will he be the last, there are many more people like him. These people can leave everything, including their own lives and families, for the sake of faith and belief.

Can there really be a future for opposing such an organization?

After all, can I really beat Rosie?

Hano asked himself like this in his heart, he shook his head, impossible! Don't look at the big things he is secretly planning now, but if he really wants to face the consequences of provoking Rosie, he still feels the fear from the bottom of his heart. This fear had been buried deep in him since he left Greentown, but he didn't want to admit it, and he didn't want to face it.

Because people are people, they stand and walk on two legs. As long as they are not pushed to the limit, no one wants to be a dog crawling at the feet of their owners.

Hano jerked to his feet, let out a senseless scream in hysterics, and slammed his chair against the wall. He kicked the stove over, and the scattered charcoal splashed countless sparks, and he pushed everything that was neatly arranged and threw it off.

Why do you do this to me?

Your time is over!

I, the great Hano, am the master of the new era!

Rosie!

Hano jerked his head up, and just as he called out Rossi's name, he suddenly felt the gaze of something, piercing through countless voids and distances, in a place he didn't expect, staring at him coldly. This gaze gave him only cold, without emotion and emotion, like the gaze of a dead man, which made him feel palpitations.

He shuddered and calmed down completely, and with it the door of the dungeon was opened, and the guards rushed in at the sound of the voice, blocking the doorway.

Hano suddenly felt tired, he beckoned, "This guy can't bear to be dead, he's a warrior, give him a decent funeral." Clean up here, everything that happened today is not allowed to be revealed, not even a word. ”

Emerging from the dungeon, Hano glanced back at the cold, dark dungeon door, and he pursed his lips and turned to the front in the sunlight.