The desert that guards the place of sacrifice of Wisal has always been peaceful, vastness and mystery are the evaluations given by other empires, and the land of faith means spiritual power in any empire, and it is this truth that if you want to destroy your country, you must first die your soul.

Abrupt shouts and roars did not give mercy to the desert and its silence, and the dead soil was mercilessly alarmed.

The young mage mage muttered in a low voice, the red robe was weak in the wind, he looked back with some hesitation, and saw a few decadent city walls scattered on the Gobi not far away, barren grass, obviously abandoned for a long time, the white-robed priest of Weisar, who was responsible for lighting the holy fire, and the arbitral priest who represented the anger of Weisar followed. The Knights of Sorrow were on the front line, and those gray-haired old fellows had been bathed in the light of faith, and the once glorious staff had long been indulged in the dust for many years, so tragedy was always inevitable, at least the young mage never saw the predecessors who had carefully taught him to build a magical framework.

"Faith, what's the use of not being able to shelter the faith of the people?"

Turning his head, a fiery red magic scepter suddenly bloomed in the young man's hand, the top of the staff was like a newborn sun, it turned out to be a warm red gem, slightly raised the staff, and a free and easy smile appeared in the young man's blue pupils.

"Knight Chief, I'm sorry I deceived you, in addition to the cardinal archbishop and those bastards from the Inquisition, there is also a very terrifying man, the god of Vesar gave me guidance, I think that man is the 'Sage' who conquered the entire northwest region of the Wisar Empire, that is to say"

"Of the 36,000 warriors of Wisar, at least half of them have withered in his hands, and I can't accept this hatred. ”

A thin figure seemed to turn into a huge flame that burned brightly, making all the stars look dim, and the young mage rushed into the depths of the vast and endless desert like a knight, and almost at the same time, on the other side of the desert, a man dressed in an ancient religious sacrificial robe suddenly opened his sleepy eyes, and his blue pupils were faintly glowing with mystical brilliance, and he was looking into the distance.

This man is very young, and the golden curls are mixed with a few touches of black that make him not stand out from the crowd, he sits on a simple but luxurious golden bench, pulling his head, and his whole body exudes the smell of 'laziness', but what makes people look at it is that the center of this man's pupils is actually flashing with a mysterious pattern, coupled with the 'sinful thorn petals' tattooed on the cuffs of the black sacrificial robe on his body, which adds a strange sacredness to this man who seems to have not experienced much storm.

"Sage, you don't need to open your noble eyes, we Forbidden Knights will bring back the heads of all heretics. ”

A knight suddenly knelt tremblingly in front of the golden bench, and the bramble flower embedded in the silver breastplate seemed to be about to drift away in the wind.

Cold sweat ran down his forehead, wetting the dead desert, and the knight's spear, which symbolized glory, was thrown aside by him, and the heavy pressure made the yellow sand suddenly smash a big hole, but he didn't have the slightest intention of raising his head, and even at this moment his body still did not come out of fear.

Ignoring the admonitions and whispers of the light, he threw the precious Book of Revelation into the pit of flames, and mercy and mercy were nonsense to the man in front of him, and the most terrifying thing for all the knights and priests was that the man sitting on the golden bench had been blessed by the gods.

On that day, the entire sky was dyed golden yellow, and a pair of white and flawless wings fell from the sky, as if a pair of invisible hands were manipulating, directly infiltrating the pair of holy wings into the man's shoulders, and from then on, there was one more smiling killing 'sage' in this world.

"Let mercy go to hell, only blood can be exchanged for the smile of the saint. ”

The sweaty knight roared in his heart, his pursuit of status and glory had made him abandon many beliefs, but he believed that it was all worth it, and even if the man in front of him showed a slight smile to him, then he might reach a position that other believers could only look up to for the rest of their lives, there was no doubt about it.

"Son of heresy of Wissar, you will not be able to escape. ”

Gently patting the dust on his shoulder, the man known as the 'Sage' slowly stood up, and the mysterious pattern in his pupils gradually faded.

"Get up. ”

Hearing this whispering of nothingness, the knight who knelt on the ground hurriedly picked up the spear, got up in one go, his face returned to his solemn and solemn face, and guarded the man's side like a sculpture.

"Three cardinals, I believe that human beings as wise as you will not have the slightest mercy in purifying their fellow human beings, nor will they let the lowly see any distorted hope. ”

As the feminine and friendly tone sounded, three figures exuding supreme majesty appeared behind the man, like lightning in the night, tearing the sky apart in an instant.

If it is in the Eternal Continent of the Age of Light, the three cardinal archbishops can already be regarded as a force that makes countless people fearful, and even the slightly barren remote kingdoms are unwilling to provoke them, the Holy See of Light is too deep, it is the birthplace of countless ancient legends and epics, and those buildings located on the top of the Holy Mountain have been immortalized after years of washing, which requires more than just the so-called faith.

There are often miserable wails in the Inquisition, even the clouds floating in the sky are polluted, it is said that it is imprisoned in the Great Demon who has destroyed the faith of countless kingdoms, the Cardinal Order is bathed in holy light all day long, it is a supernatural building, the heresy cage as the name suggests, the guys who are qualified to enter it are all notorious heretics in history, and some of them are not human at all, and there are more mysterious buildings such as the Central Chapel and the Holy Council, which are shrouded in a golden light all the year round, and no one knows what exists inside, but on certain days of each calendar year, there will be bursts of mournful chanting from the depths of those ancient buildings

The three cardinal archbishops, with old faces and lowered eyebrows, all showed a look of compassion, and one of the old men stepped forward with a humble expression.

"Honorable Sage, the two 'Golden Gauntlets' of the Inquisition have begun to purify heresy, and although the process is not ideal, we still cannot leave, because even the value of your clothes is far greater than those humble lives. ”

The red bishop's robe on the old man's body faintly appeared with a pattern of **female angels, showing a trace of seductive charm in the desert, and his face full of vicissitudes of wind and rain actually showed a rare look called 'flattering'.

Hearing the cardinal's heartfelt words, the man was stunned, smiled helplessly, fastened a thorn flower button on the black sacrificial robe, and his voice was a little low: "Cardinal old bishop, to be honest, your smile is more disgusting than dung, our knights are fighting for their faith on the battlefield, and you?"

Looking at the desolate Gobi in the distance, when he saw the sacrificial pillars that had lost the flame of faith, the man's blue eyes suddenly hesitated.

"Hide behind those knights, fearing that your magnificent cardinal's robes will be stained with blood, and use a ridiculous reason. ”

Sitting back on the golden bench, the man with his hands on his chin as if in contemplation.

"If the old shaman who guarded the holy land of Visar was still alive, maybe I would have ordered all the knights of light to flee with their armor thrown away, but unfortunately, that old fellow is dead, you know, he is dead, and now, except for this 'Blood of Warcraft' Knights, there is only one thing left there. ”

The man touched his fingers and put them in his eye sockets, and the whole world seemed to shrink, and he used his blue pupils to look through the shrunken world into the distance, where there was a ruined altar standing on the desolate Gobi.

"Cardinal Archbishop, don't you think that 'red' represents the color of blood?"

The thankless bishop's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the 'Sage' of the Vesar Empire, famous for his killing and blood, and in every territory of Visar, the name Osiris was likely to directly scare some of the timid refugees to death, because it was this man who destroyed the homes of all the inhabitants of Wisar with a smile, even in the whole world. The Knights of the Sorrowful Order, who had the reputation of 'invincible', were as fragile as babies in front of this man, but even as a cardinal, he never dreamed that this 'holy one', who symbolized the messenger of the gods, would disregard the teachings of the Church and prepare to completely destroy the spiritual faith of Wissar, which is definitely a demonic act in the history of the years.

"May the God of Light be with you. ”

The three cardinal archbishops whispered in unison, and a divine light enveloped them, and the desert suddenly seemed to usher in the morning sun, and they slowly walked into the bloody desert

In the middle of the battlefield, a knight with a full beard tore at the third of his kind, blood and corpses were sprinkled on his body, and the knights in golden armor around him also roared, they believed that the powerful knight chief would be able to lead them to the glory of victory, but in an instant, this hope was ruthlessly shattered, and they saw three old men with magical light, walking in from the other side of the desert, slowly approaching them