If the chaos of the crumbling Cells Magic Tower is a crumbling Cells Magic Tower, where the top of the exiles flourish and the sinners who are the mainstays of the dead, the story will be an understatement in the annals of ancient history.

This kind of sad story is something that some guys who have been hiding in the dark for countless years don't want to see, not to mention, light and darkness are always incompatible extremes.

"Are you sure you want to kill?"

Suddenly, such a soft inquiry came from the depths of a street in the chaotic capital, without the slightest sense of threat or oppression, as if it was really just a cordial greeting between two nobles.

But both the sinners on the brink of collapse and the imposing Knights of Light know that their future is still uncertain.

"Stop. ”

A simple word sounded, it was the arbiter whispering, and the guy who had made countless heretics cry and repent raised his left hand again, and unexpectedly showed a rare solemn look.

The aura of slaughter froze around each Knight of Light, and they almost stopped their frenzy the moment the arbiter raised his hand.

Even a young knight, whose spear had been inserted into the chest of some hapless evildoer, resisted the urge to pull the deadly creature out, and kept his strange posture still, staring at the lifeless sinner.

"Can heretics who have lost their mercy be afraid?"

The young knight looked at the sinners who had died under his sanctions, as if some long-forgotten memory had been touched.

Those bloodshot eyes had lost their lustre, cold, and sad, but his gaze that longed to survive before death was like a sharp knife, deeply imprinted in the heart of this knight of light.

Concern, reluctance, and hatred?

"Impossible, heresy will be punished even if it is far away!"

This young knight is participating in the Holy War Expedition for the first time, and his age of less than thirty is the era of high-spirited frivolity, and at such a young age he has already become a vanguard knight of the 'Angel's Wrath' Illuminati, and his glory will not be allowed to be desecrated!

At the thought of this, the spear in the knight's hand tightened slightly, and blood seeped into the ground along the wounds of the wicked.

"Exiles, spiritual leaders of the wicked, one of the rulers of the Black Forces, the City of Chaos is indeed not a land to be trampled on. ”

The blonde man, the arbiter who held the holy book in his hand, whispered, and glanced at his feet without moving, and the heavy color on his brow became more and more solemn when he saw that the land that had been purified into a sacred land that had been purified by the Apocalypse of Light had once again condensed a deep black.

Cardinal Snooker, the supreme shepherd of Elder Cathedral, who played with the applause of the Tustin royal family, had told him before he left that it would be impossible to banish the darkness of the chaotic city without an epic relic, and now that the Black Castle is a thing of the past, thanks to the god of light, a hypocritical canon may be able to fool those foolish heretics.

That's right, the "Bright Apocalypse" in his hand is just a treasured fake of the Bishop of Snooker, not the holy relic that has created countless legends in epic mythology, which is why he has to look ahead, after all, in the chaotic capital, there are often some guys who should have died.

In fact, just as he expected, the holy light was dispelled, and the strange aura emanating from the corners of the three streets of the chaotic city made him feel even more uneasy.

The blonde man took a few steps forward, his body glowing with a divine milky glow, blood and mutilated corpses bathed in a sickly harmony.

"As a clergyman, I spurn your ugliness, and as a light mage, I have great respect for the strong. ”

The blonde man's voice with a hint of inexplicable perseverance clearly echoed above the ruins of the black castle, and it was obviously impossible to still be reckless in the face of an enemy of unknown strength, especially as a wise mage, his words not only made the group of evildoers show their hopeful eyes, but also made these believers who followed the light behind them feel a trace of warmth.

Respect for those who are dying is what they call the Age of Light.

But the exiles, who were apparently accustomed to killing, were not very grateful for this statement, considering that some of them might have been great men who could drink and talk to the arbiters of light, and the three streets were still very deep, as if countless demons were slowly awakening in the depths of the streets.

The soft voice from before sounded again, and there was a slight hint of compromise in his tone.

"I know the cardinal's name, and I had an elegant contest with him on a charming night. ”

"So, do you want to start another holy war in the Age of Light today, but as far as I know, it seems that the Vatican's General Church of Light, praised by the poor as the 'Land of Prophets', did not give such a stupid order. ”

The blonde man's heart burst out, and the secret saying was not good.

An exile who can fight with Cardinal Snooker, he doesn't dare to be blindly confident that he can be easily purified, and this big guy is very confident in his tone, maybe he is not one of the leaders of the City of Chaos, but he is definitely not a puppet who kills people with a mask.

Thankfully, he was able to identify the source of the sound in a short period of time.

His indifferent eyes fell into the depths of the central street of the Chaos City, and the blonde man said slowly: "Indeed, as a light mage who is not too ignorant, I am shocked by your strength friend, and I believe that this kind of distorted beauty in the Chaos City cannot be a place with such a twisted beauty as just an Eld Cathedral can plot against it, we came here very easily, we only need to find a little one." ”

The space ring in the blonde man's hand shone with magical light, and a sheepskin scroll slowly opened.

However, an accident struck, and a certain sinner, who had been trembling all his might, suddenly rushed towards the nearest Knight of Light, and the roar of anger was terrifying, which even caused a faint flash of blood in the eyes of other people who had lost hope.

"It's not your turn. ”

A whisper rang out from the depths of the third street, and a dark bone spear burst out of the air and slammed into the wicked man's back.

Blood means another life is dying.

The other evildoers were silent, and the inexplicable sparkle in their eyes dimmed, and they wanted to ask why, but they forgot how to open their mouths.

Even the exiles in the City of Chaos refused to make a move, maybe this is normal.

"Wise heretics may be redeemed, who knows. ”

The blonde man smiled, this was exactly the drama he wanted to see the most, and sure enough, the chaotic capital of the Black Castle was lost, and it was nothing more than a Sanctuary mage who could not chant spells.

He shook the sheepskin scroll in his hand slightly, and a breeze blew, causing the yellowed paper to float above the sky.

It depicts a face, a child, with black hair, ink eyes, and yellowed paper giving him yellow skin, with an indifferent expression, as if he is looking down at every corner of the chaotic city.

"The remnants of a small heretical family in the Kingdom of Tustin, we have been searching, and according to some good believers, this child is hiding in the City of Chaos. ”

The blonde man narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression hideous.

"One of this child's heads can be exchanged for hope in the City of Chaos. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, an elderly priest behind the blonde man stepped forward quickly, as if trying to stop the ridiculous deal.

But he stopped in a hurry, because something suddenly occurred to him.

It came from a letter a few months ago, an ancient family that stood in the last epoch entrusted the entire southern tip of the Eternal Continent with a mission.

And the task was carried out, in addition to the Elde Cathedral of the Leader of Light at the southern end, the Central Church of Michel in the Kingdom of Tolia, and St. Peter's Basilica in Modal.

Almost the entire southern end of the light forces were involved, and all this ancient family needed was a child's head to push the boat.

And they are just Elder's vanguard sacrifices.

By the way, the old priest remembered that when the servant of the ancient family came to deliver the message, it seemed that there was a purple-haired woman standing in the distance, looking at the statue of light and smiling.

"On behalf of the City of Chaos, I accept this prayer. ”

A certain exile promised, and a voice sounded without rebuttal.

"The sound coming from this central street is so pleasant, much wiser than the old stubborn wisdom of the Tustin Kingdom. ”

The blond man turned back and smiled at the old priest and said:

By the way, I suddenly remembered what the girl said before she was crucified. ”

"My father's friends will avenge me. ”

The old priest smiled bitterly, looked at the dense sinners in front of him who had lost their fighting spirit like ants, and said:

Unfortunately, her father's friends only help those who can keep them alive. ”