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The battle priest did not see the day when he would take power, nor did he have confidence that day would come, so he could only listen to the other party with a twisted brow: "Think for yourself, what have you done all these years? Expelling all the other churches, helping the king to suppress all the other nobles to the limit." Then he watched as the king and his men seized the land and seized taxes, and worked with the rich merchants to exploit the small people. But you can't fight the king, and you can only back down again and again. Since you can only keep giving in and always defending those who are unrighteous, then the unrighteous things will always exist. If you had not helped the king to suppress the nobles and not to expel other churches. Then there will be the power to contend with the king in the country, and it will definitely not be the depraved situation it is today."

The battle priest, dressed in majestic golden armor, only bowed his head in silence, and finally spoke in a low voice: "What's the use of you nagging? But the other party was still disdainful and cold: "Gold has a grudge against my family, and I want to kill him." But the bishop wasn't my hand, and I don't know who did. I'm just taking advantage of the chaos and when Gold flew out of the temple to kill him. I don't know anything else."

The burly Golden Armor Battle Priest sighed a little weakly: "Since you really don't want to say it, then be ready to be tortured the day after tomorrow, and the Church of Gold will personally execute you." If you have any last words~~ For the sake of the two of us as children, I'll listen to it. The gray-haired Divine Liberator in the prison shrank his eyes and fell silent, and after hesitating for a while, he said, "I want to eat the bamboo shoots and bacon that I often ate when I was a child." It's just ~~ I heard that the villages and towns on the eastern border have been forcibly demolished, and it seems that I can't eat it before I die. Hehehehe~~ It's really a big regret for people. "Before I knew it, I saw death as if I were home.

Alas~~ The Golden Armor Battle Priest outside sighed, and he didn't know if he was sighing about the death of his former friend, or if he was a little distressed by the doubts in his heart. He walked out of the underground prison guarded by layers of magic gates, walked through the corridor of bright light everywhere in the golden thread, walked to the simple room full of soft positive energy, and asked Archbishop Gold, who was holding a green two-handed sword and praying to the god Pero.

Archbishop Gold, who was surrounded by bright sunshine, did not have the slightest doubt, and he replied in a very, very indifferent but very, very positive tone: "You have been in our church for so many years, and there are some things that you should slowly understand. But today you have to give me an answer. Then I will briefly say that our success or failure is not measured in years or decades, but in the basic unit of a hundred years, our cause has taken root in this country, grown in this country, penetrated into the consciousness of no one in this country, and penetrated into the traditions of generations. In the end, the brilliance of the sun god is linked to the consciousness of everyone, so it is just a very normal phenomenon to make or break for a while like this. As long as we stabilize our basic plate, we will have the opportunity to grow and even turn over" Seeing that the other party was still hesitating, he deliberately accentuated his tone and said: "For example: The king always has to die, and after he dies, won't there be a turning point."

The Golden Armor Battle Priest didn't say anything, he was just a fighter and executor, and he didn't have much say in this kind of 'national policy' level matter, so he had to retreat to the second: "Can you not publicly execute that killer?" Archbishop Gold, who was staring at the killer Qingjian on the other side, looked up very bluntly and said, "I know-you and he have been friends since childhood, but that was twenty years ago. Didn't you break with those nobles after we broke with them?

"No~~" The Golden Armor Battle Priest replied in a low voice with a flinching expression, "I just don't want to watch him executed in public." I believe he was not the one who assassinated the bishop, and he was not a heinous man. Archbishop Gold on the other side nodded: "I also believe that he is not, he is just a person who took advantage of the chaos to assassinate me, and the bishop is not his target." But at such a time, we cannot show that we can show that we can not back down, and as you know, the migration of people from the eastern provinces has caused a lot of trouble, and tens of thousands of people have been displaced. What's more, there are also wealthy businessmen who take advantage of this opportunity to exploit the surplus wealth of those people, and even human traffickers have appeared, coaxing and selling these people to the mines. Hmph, in the end, it was the mine owners, the rich merchants, and the mages who benefited. And our church is the biggest obstacle to them. Immediately after the last time the governor was assassinated, rumors appeared that our church had done it - that they had preemptively struck the thief and cried out to catch the thief. Now the intensification of the assassination of the bishop is a strong warning to us. The bureaucrats and mages in the city are watching our every move, and if we compromise a little, they will unleash their hands and feet to sell people, and drag all these people to the mines to work as slaves, so we must express my firm position at this time."

The Golden Armor Battle Priest rubbed his hands repeatedly and said: "But ~~ even if we kill him and express our firm position, the displaced people elsewhere have no land to resettle, and in the end they will either go to the wilderness to be bandits, or go to the city to be a hard labor or gangster, or ~~ and rebel." Unless the king's order is changed, the situation will not fundamentally change Your Excellency, you should immediately go to the front line once, make a statement to His Majesty, and let him take it back~~"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the silent Archbishop of Gold on the opposite side took out a royal parable with the golden glow of the sun, which was a letter written by the king to Archbishop Gold, asking him not to interfere in the demolition and relocation of the east, and there was more content, which made the golden armor battle priest shocked: "The king~~he~~ He knows the consequences of the demolition, he knows that the people will go to work as miners, and he knows that there will be rebellion."

Archbishop Gold smiled half-helplessly: "Do you think he doesn't know? He knows better than you and me the consequences of this, so he has secretly brought in an army, ready to suppress the rebels at any time, and anyone who supports them - including us."

The tall and burly golden-armored battle priest trembled slightly: "I thought he was impulsive~~ and then he was tricked into making such a ridiculous move, this is simply ~~simply~~" It's more grass than the life of the bastard, does this bastard guy treat a living person as a number on paper? He said impulsively: "What is he thinking? Why do you do this kind of self-harm?" He is the king, even if he doesn't think about the people, he has to think about the king, and he is stupid or crazy to toss the country like this?"

"He's just big, very big. Bishop Gold on the opposite side raised the sharp two-handed sword in his hand again, and stared at him with a distracted gaze: "As long as the few barbarian states in the east are destroyed, the most complete and comprehensive mining resources can be obtained, and his empire can become the richest empire within a radius of thousands of miles, and this empire is in his control, and even the Austrian Federation will let him at that time." He and his descendants will be able to become kings above men and gods for thousands of generations, this is his dream, his ambition."

"This is the devil's ambition" The Golden Armor Battle Priest had already gritted his teeth: "He is rich enough, and this country has everything he wants, but he still has to start this protracted war." Who does he think he is? Is he God? He is so arrogant, his heart has been devoured by the devil, should we still support him?"

Archbishop Gold on the other side was silent for a while: "What if you don't support it? He has the support of the Protector Giant Divine Soldier and many mages. We are not opponents. When he took over the eastern barbarian country and had a complete range of spell raw materials and minerals, even the Arcane Federation would have to give him courtesy. We will not be opponents then. So~~alas~~ we can only let him first, after all, he also has a day to die, and now what we can do is to minimize the suffering of those who are displaced. Don't let those rich merchants, mine owners, and mages do whatever they want," he said, with a golden and determined light: "I will use this sword to cut off your friend's head with my own hands." For example, let everyone know that the majesty and law of God are not straw nests to be trampled on."

The wind swept through the wide city square dotted with flowers, and the smell of colorful flowers blew on his calm face, making his resolute short gray hair sway slightly, and making his closed eyes gradually open to see more and more people gathered around him under this high platform. Either they were angry or surprised, or they were asking everywhere, 'Who is this man?', or they were talking to each other, 'He must be a heinous servant of the devil.'" All kinds of sounds make this vast executioner more and more noisy and lively, like a vegetable market watching a good show.

"Do you particularly like to punish prisoners in public?" The Holy Liberator, who was about to be sentenced to death, suddenly smiled lightly and asked the legendary bishop of Gold, who was shining with golden brilliance, "You always burn prisoners alive, without exception. We were not like you, and only the most heinous bandits and rebels were to be executed in public. The other prisoners were beheaded in a quiet place, leaving him and his family with dignity. ”

"You are a rebel" The legendary bishop of Gold, who sat as majestic as a messenger of the bright light and the sun, replied lightly: "You don't have any family anymore, and your family doesn't need dignity anymore" As he spoke, he glanced at the other party, but saw that the other party was staring at him with a smile or anger: "Speaking of which, my family was destroyed by you." At that time, the flames were overwhelming when you waved your hand, like a sea of fire falling from the sky, and there was no way to avoid it. They were burned alive. I~~ still remember their screams. Do you like to hear the screams of others? I always think that you obey the precepts and the law, and you obey yourself as perverts and hypocrites. ”

"I don't like to hear anyone scream. The legendary bishop of Gold, on the other side, replied coldly: "But these screams can educate the public and let them know that sin can bring serious harm." It hurts everyone, and it hurts yourself. Only when they feel the harm of their sin in advance will they obey the law. The whole country will be in order."

"The beauty of thinking. The gray-haired Holy Liberator, who was bound up here, sneered, "You have burned a lot of people, but has the country become better? You have only terrorized more people and made them have to endure the cruel laws and orders of the king, and the exploitation of the officials and rich merchants." No one dares to rise up against this muddy country, you are the accomplices of the devil"

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