The world needs shadows, and this wonderful product of darkness and light can carry too much infamy and sin, as is the case in every age, the glory of light is enjoyed by some people, and the other people can only hide in the endless darkness and taste the blood overflowing in the goblet.

Every person on the Eternal Continent who is incomparably noble and full of all kinds of brilliant auras has countless such shadows behind them, and Troy is just a very small one among them.

In a small attic, the wooden door panel fell to the ground and died. Sunlight squeezed in through the only window, but it didn't seem to welcome the so-called 'Blessing of Light', so despite the sun hanging high above Tustin, it was still a bit cold, like a secluded place in The Tales of Cain.

It's not like Isolation, but at least there are two living people here.

"Alien child, no matter where you come from, I want to be grateful to you, because only you can replace me and become the shadow behind little Emory. ”

Troy smiled deeply, and the words he uttered made people feel inexplicable tremors.

"Hero, clown, master, prostrate, sage, wise, foolish, child, what do you want to be? ”

Troy slowly walked to Jean's side, smiling and stroking her black hair, which was as smooth as the ocean, and the look in his eyes was like that of an old man looking at his granddaughter dotingly.

Jean is a very cute girl, especially when she wears the pink noble princess robe inlaid with inferior gems that Li Laifu threw her to when he brought her to the Max family, although it is a little large, but it shows her petite and lovely even more.

It's like the bright red cherry on the cake, so that no one can bear to blaspheme it with their mouth.

The piano was very stubborn, she still did not speak, holding the worn-out harp, her eyes as wide as black pearls, and looking at Troy's old face in ignorance.

Troy smiled helplessly, and there was an extra dagger shining with a dark light in his hand.

"Gods, just pity me old bones, I've done too many bastard things in my life, I shouldn't care about this one, I'm sorry, this lovely boy, but I have to make you carry something hateful. ”

Troy placed the black dagger on the palm of Jean's hand, and his smiling face suddenly changed to a solemn hideousness.

Qin didn't refuse, she seemed to know that this old man would not hurt him, and she also seemed to know that she had an extra very important mission in a trance.

A duty called 'Guardian'.

The deep voice of Troy rang out like the mournful bells of Elder's Cathedral.

"The blade of Damocles, a symbol of ominous and sinful, cannot be abandoned by anyone who wields it. ”

"Whoever takes a captive will be taken captive, and whoever kills with the sword will be slain by the sword." This is the shadow's endurance and faith. ”

"A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye. ”

"Damocles, the contract is condensed. ”

The dagger in the player's heart disappeared with the old butler's whisper, but blood-colored lines appeared on the snow-white wrist of the qin, like a beacon of enlightenment in the polar regions of the ocean, looming in the mist.

The old butler frowned and whispered, "Damocles is unbelievably hindered, this evil thing at the beginning of the Age of Destruction has devoured the blood of the gods." ”

In an instant, Troy thought of countless possibilities, and his gaze at Jean became more and more profound and shocked.

"If you don't accept it, that little boy might die. ”

Troy sighed casually, intentionally or unconsciously.

Qin was suddenly stunned, her left hand trembled slightly, and at this moment, the faint blood-colored lines disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if seeping into her blood.

The old butler shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Child, come with me, I'll take you to see the real continent, and by the way, learn how to clear the darkness behind the light, because this is also your responsibility in the future. ”

The first holy day of 516 in the eternal calendar.

The Tustin royal family did not hold a staggered dinner, nor did they work out new orders and rules to benefit them more by changing glasses and talking and laughing, these big names were quiet, and the silence was creepy.

Even the entire Tustin upper-class aristocratic circle was filled with an aura of crisis that the mountain rain was about to come, and every big man who had or had had the coronation of a king had a feeling of panic, and their backs were cold, as if a pair of deep pupils with a weird smile were staring at their every move behind them.

This is a nobleman's natural sense of smell, like a fox in the forest, cunning and sharp, able to spot the trap set by the hunter at the right time. Perhaps they themselves are reluctant to admit something, because all these years of quiet and luxurious life have long since made them forget the days when they fought so hard for glory and status, but they have to admit that it is time to pick up those rusty swords again.

Because after the fall of a madman's family at the beginning of the founding of the country, the part of the characters who can stand on the shoulders of the rule giants in the Tustin Kingdom and enjoy benefits will eventually be reshuffled.

Heroes, clowns, conquerors, worshippers, these roles will be reassigned.

This is an opportunity given by the times, and it is also a crisis of the alternation of rules.

Pick up arms, gather around your family's heraldic banners, stand in line, wait to be reborn or dying, no one can stay away, because this is the real eternal continent, a world of blood and bones covered with flowers, and this ugly but real world that countless races have eyed in addition to humans.

And at this moment, just wait for a fuse to ignite, and everything will happen, as simple as the god of light created the sky.

"Is the day of holy war mentioned in the Apocalypse of Light coming early?But there is no so-called heresy, is it the barbaric and ugly green-skinned orcs of the northern polar regions? Oh, no, the god of light is above, I must be old and confused, Tustin is at the southernmost point of the Eternal Continent, what do the shepherds of Eld Cathedral want to do, don't they get enough? ”

The sonorous grinding sound in the Glory Blacksmith gradually faded away, and out of it came an old man with gray hair, but in good spirits, his cloudy eyes staring blankly at everything that was happening in the central streets of the Tustin Kingdom, his lips trembling slightly with uneasiness.

He watched a group of knights as hot as the sun, riding white horses that symbolized holiness in church captivity slowly through the streets of Tustin, the horses' hooves were in unison, without any chaos or noise, and the mighty steps like war drums beat on the hearts of everyone in the central region of Tustin.

The spears in the hands of these knights are as bright as the moonlight, and the armor on their bodies exudes strong fluctuations of magical elements, these armors that were originally made of solid Mithril are also protected by the blessing of the clergy of the Elder Cathedral, and the resistance of these armors has made a great leap forward, whether it is in the face of the slash of the sword or the strong attack of the occult magic.

One of the foundations of Elder Cathedral, the sword of the left hand of the God of Light, is used to suppress all heresy and ominous.

One of the weakest knights of the Holy Knights known as Angel's Wrath is at least Silver Order, which is slightly inferior to Ryan, who was almost stinked to death by a strange beggar in the Max family.

"Is snooker crazy, what the hell is he going to do, such a righteous robbery? Purple gold coins are not enough for him to continue his corrupt life? Or do you want to destroy some big man again in the name of the god of light? Is it Duke Rogge? Or Prince Augustine, who is known for his bravery? Damn, these bastards, damn it! If I could be thirty years younger, I would have to shoot them into the dung pit!"

The old man in the Glory Blacksmith cursed in a low voice, and a rare hideousness appeared on his old face. He was no ordinary blacksmith, so he looked at the problem from a more tricky angle than the poor people who were worshipping those noble knights in the streets at the moment, but it was often a kind of sadness, a sadness that did not have the strength to roar, especially when the old man also saw that there were still two white-robed Bishops of Light in the center of these knights, and he wished that he had forgotten that he had once been the chief knight of the 'Three-Armed Giant' of the Ace Order of the Knights of Tustin.

The old man's back was a little gloomy.

"For the sake of glory, get rid of heresy!"

A knight roared, a dazzling white glow blooming from his body.

It was the Divine Fighting Qi, and it was said that the God of Light would only give this ability to his most fanatical disciples, and this knight already possessed the momentum of the Silver Ninth Order Peak, and it was obvious that he was igniting the emotions of those poor people.

As the knight growled, the dozens of knights behind him looked at the sky with feverish colors, and raised their spears at the sky, while the two unfathomable white-robed bishops smiled at the Tustin people who were kneeling on the ground.

"God says that all darkness will dissipate, but there will always be ominous ones who will make the darkness rise again, so God's believers, raise the sword in your hands, light the fire in your hearts, and become God's spokesmen with us, and destroy those hateful ominous!"

Every bishop of the Holy See is a terrible brainwasher.

Their words were fatal to the poor, helpless, and handicapped, so that they hated, angry, and uneasy, and all this, with the muttering of the two white-robed bishops, was now blamed on the so-called ominous ones.

The purge army of Elder Cathedral has added a pitiful piece of cannon fodder, and they will take their lives with their mighty knights in silver armor to go to a place full of black.