"The fateful moment is coming, what would you do if it were you...", the Great Elder clenched his fists tightly.

He also had the surname Roshbach, the Roshbach, one of the Five Sages. The Church has paid a huge price to find out the pretenders more accurately.

However, none of this is known to most of the clergy. That method, even the elders of the radical faction, considered it unreasonable and bluntly declared it heretical.

But the Pretenders are so cunning that they even evolve to become more difficult to spot.

"It's a pity that you're not a priest, otherwise..."Regarding Zi Feile's choice, the elder seemed to have an answer in his heart.

.....

"You, you, you, stand on one side, stand apart, more than five meters apart." Zi Feile unceremoniously 'pointed' at the crowd.

The big guy looked at each other, not knowing who he was talking about.

"..... Gan, I forgot that my hand couldn't be lifted at all.

"The second on the left, the seventh.... Stand up as I say. Although I don't know why, most people still stand up according to what Zi Feile said.

Of course, there are also thorns that do not obey.

"The adults of the Order haven't opened their mouths yet, you iron pimple!!..." The golden flame rose from within the artifact like a pillar of light.

“.....”

"Five meters, yes, okay sir, no problem sir." The only remaining cleric also looked at the two of them with strange eyes.

It's the two of them, even if Zi Feile gave the order, even after the Holy Flame broke out, Shu Ya didn't stop emitting 'Holy Light'.

She kept her head down, afraid to look at what was going to happen next. She understands that the person who stands up should be...

"Great, sir!" The young cleric, who had returned with the crowd, had the courage to scream.

"Please take care of them, I, I'm going back!"

"Go back?" Zi Feile couldn't see his expression, but he could hear the tragedy in his tone.

"The front line is still fighting, and we have paid too much for this war!"

"But what role can you play by your own strength?" Zi Feile directly interrupted him.

He pounded his right hand heavily in front of his heart: "I can still fight, I can block the enemy's attack with my body!" "To the heart of death... Miyamoto Musashi is right, who can stop the young samurai from dying?

They can't hear it. Just like at this moment.

"Enough is enough!!" Shuya, who had been silent, broke out. She raised her head suddenly, her face full of tears, and roared: "I, I remember, this is the black earth, we, we are fighting a war that has lasted for a hundred years. ”

"Holy war! Dark Holy War! ”

"I am Shua, Shua Roshbach, First Holy Woman!" As she cried, her body glowed with the same white light as her hands.

"Adventurer, it's a pleasure to meet you, but I don't know your name yet." Shuya, who has always been polite, used the word 'you' for the first time.

"My name is ...."Zi Feile was very entangled in his heart, and finally sighed: "Wrist Hao, my name is Wrist Hao, and I am a martial artist. "It's a game, it's a game, it's just a game.... He kept trying to hypnotize himself, but he couldn't treat the scene that was about to happen in front of him as a game.

It is impossible to treat Shuya and this unknown cleric as NPCs. It's not just a game, it's a magical realm, it's an illusion!

"Wrist Hero... It's a name that goes well with martial artists.。 Shu Ya smiled, turned around and walked slowly in the direction where the refugees had come.

"Shuya, you..." Zi Feile wanted to reach out and hold her, but he was bound by the 'holy weapon', so he could only call her.

Shuya didn't answer, didn't look back, and took a firm step. After walking to the open space, she turned to face Zifeile, lowered her head, crossed the fingers of her hands, and put them on her chest.

Without warning, Shuya's body floated out of thin air, and it got higher and higher. Soon, after reaching a certain height, a pair of huge golden wings spread out behind her back.

Countless dazzling golden rays erupted, expelling the blood red of the sky, revealing a blue sky.

"Follow God's will, and victory will be ours! prona，nobisvictoria!” At this moment, a tragic voice sounded almost at the same time.

"Ahh!!h

"Apokere!!!" Suddenly, even Zi Feile, who was trapped in the holy vessel, seemed to see a sun rise in the sky.

Compared to Shuya's light, it was countless times stronger, and even the entire black earth was no longer a red sky.

"It's Mistress Milan!" The young cleric shouted excitedly. He was a member of the 'Immortal Regiment', one of Milan Rochbach's most loyal followers.

At the same time, the few people who were called out by Zi Feile finally couldn't hold it anymore. The curse of blood has penetrated deep into the bone marrow and has begun to kick in.

At this moment, the eyes they look at humans are no longer the eyes of their companions, but the eyes of food.

Zi Feile was bathed in the double holy light, not only restored all the 'spirits', but even his strength increased dramatically.

Of course, the surge in strength is only temporary, and the main thing is the complete restoration of the spirit. It seems that he has been inexplicably attracted, and his body can't help but burst out of his own 'holy light'.

The previous light was not really the Light, but a well-shaped 'positive' energy that could only be attacked.

Except that the attributes are more 'positive', there is no essential difference between harmony. The Light is not some kind of power or energy, but faith.

As Zi Feile guessed, the priesthood, to be precise, the Holy Light, is spiritual. He is the embodiment of all the positive, positive qualities of a person.

It's not God, it's not holy, it's a power that belongs only to human beings. In this world, all good things, beautiful thoughts, are holy light.

Zi Feile has such qualities. Don't forget, his soul comes from that aqua-blue earth.

Souls with good qualities, with the blessing of the 'infinite expansion' of the holy weapon, have finally condensed the power of their holy light.

Unlike the main Arad, which favors the Light of 'amplification, strengthening, and healing'. Zifila's light is more aggressive and more suitable for punishment and purification.

"Ho... "The infected refugees can't hold it anymore." Reason almost completely dissipated, and only the thirst for blood remained.

"You !!" The young cleric had been keeping an eye on them, perhaps he knew there was something wrong with them.

But he couldn't leave them, let alone kill them before they broke out. He also had a slight illusion in his heart, in case of the curse of blood... Can it be cleared?

No matter who it is, no matter what way it is, as long as I can remove the blood curse, it doesn't matter if I am sacrificed!

"Those who stand out, focus!" Zi Feile burst into a shout, and the holy light on his body spread again, enveloping these people.

With the sound of 'zig', black smoke rose from their bodies, and they all wailed in pain.

"Do not resist the Light, accept it, this is your only hope of survival!" Maybe the atmosphere has arrived, or maybe other refugees have felt it.

They no longer look at those infected with fear and suspicion, but with a look of anticipation, and even involuntarily begin to pray for them.

Hope, and miracles, are symbiotes. Where there is hope, there will be a miracle. And at this moment, a miracle was born!

Outside...

"It's done, it's finally done...."

"The light of miracles, the curse of purifying blood..."

"Lord Shua... Your sacrifice has not been in vain, Lord Milan! The elder's body trembled slightly, and the old tears were full of tears.

Even though it's just a secret realm, even though it's a fragment of time that once happened. But spiritual resonance can transcend time and space,