"You! Why are you! ”

Hearing that Wright was going to rip off his black-clad monastic robe, Adros stood up against the wall.

"Do you know how the outside world describes the people in black? Hyena! Knave! A guy who eats people and doesn't spit out bones!

The fear and malice of the people in black are greater than those of the demons!

Is this the result you want? ”

"That's exactly what it should be!"

Wright didn't hesitate for a moment: "Otherwise, what do you let them rely on to suppress evil and hunt demons?"

By your glamorous looks, or by your flawless resume?

Do you fantasize about showing all the awards and certificates from childhood to adulthood when you see the enemy, and the other party is shocked when they see it, and they bow their heads and change their minds?

So cares about other people's eyes, so much wants everyone to love you, you just make your debut as an idol!

And also! Put away your lofty posture and self-righteous virtue!

You're clamoring to come to the Black Sanctuary, but you don't even look down on them in your bones.

You think you are the Savior, determined to give the Black Sanctuary a new lease of life and change their perception of the public.

You think you're amazing?!

The most bad people you have ever seen in your life are spitting, and you will feel sick and uncomfortable when you hear others scolding two swear words!

Kindergarten-level life experience, still want to teach this and rescue that?

You deserve it too! ”

Wright threw a punch and knocked Adros to the canvas again.

"You've been in the Black Sanctuary for three years! Do you know the origin of this black robe?

The first generation of black-clad people also had white monastic robes, but they did the dirtiest, hardest, and most dangerous tasks.

The black on their monastic robes is the color of the blood of their enemies and themselves, mixed with mud and stains!

At that time, all the believers and clergy had great respect for them!

Because the black on the monastic robe represents the toil they have paid for the Holy See for everyone, and the sins they have carried!

In the end, even the Goddess of Light was so impressed by their sacrifice and devotion that she decreed that they should wear black, which was the exact opposite of the symbolic color of the Light!

Carry the darkness and protect the light! This is the belief of the black-clad people!

Of all the institutions under the Temple, only the Black Templar is the most lacking in manpower, do you know why?

Because other institutions have compulsory collection and conditioning! Once selected, you can't refuse.

Only the Black Sanctuary has not forcibly levied personnel!

Because the people in black know that without consciousness and faith, they can't do these things at all!

They would rather do the work of a few people by one than throw all these sins and filths on others!

How can there be any quiet years! Someone is carrying the weight for you! You can be grateful, but you're not qualified to run around and point fingers at them? ”

Looking at Adros, who was paralyzed on the ground, Wright said coldly.

"Your father carried so much just to give you a piece of pure land. Unexpectedly, you are ashamed of him?

Tell you that all the grief he has endured in this life together is not as much as the harm you have caused him!

Take off your monastic robes! You don't deserve to wear the same black robes as your father! ”

"Boss!"

Taylor stepped forward and grabbed Wright: "Don't say any more...... Adros, the boss hates iron and steel, he just wants to wake you up!

You have a word! Make a statement!

Are you really going to take off this black robe? ”

"No!"

Adros stood up again with a shudder, but this time without a wall. The chief knight tried to help him, but was stopped by Taylor.

"Wright, boss! I know wrong...... Please, give me another chance! I will prove it to you, to my colleagues in the Black Templar, to the Goddess!

Also, prove it to my father!

I! Adros! Not a bad breed! I am not afraid of sacrifice! I also have the faith to carry the darkness and protect the light!

Please! Give me another chance! ”

Wright looked into Adros' determined, eager eyes and beckoned to Lilith behind her.

The latter was blessed with a soul, and immediately flew forward, drawing a pitch-black circle in front of Wright.

Wright reached out and groped around the circle, drawing a long sword.

The knight chief recognized it at a glance: "Black Gold Weeping Blood Sword!" ”

Emily was also shocked, she clearly remembered that on the day she first arrived in the Holy Capital, this thing was piled up in the living room on the first floor of Wright's house with other miscellaneous items, why did it suddenly ......

She looked at Lilith suddenly, could it be that the circle just now was space magic?

Such a profound spell is by no means something that ordinary succubi can cast! And the blow that slays the demon god at Lawrence Manor is not like the ability of a succubus!

Wright didn't care what they were thinking, and directly lifted the seal of the Black Gold Weeping Blood Sword.

This was the sword of the second generation of the Dark Descendant Sovereign, and the powerful and terrifying coercion poured out in an instant, and the prisoners in the entire Black Iron Prison trembled.

But fortunately, the prisoners on the seventh floor expressed emotional stability and even some curiosity.

Clang!

Wright threw out the black gold weeping blood sword in his hand and plunged it straight in front of Adros.

"Opportunities have always been earned by ourselves.

Conquer it!

I can give you a task that will make your father proud of you. ”

The knight panicked: "No! Your Highness Wright! What if His Highness Adros has been eroded in his mind? ”

"What to do? The scenery is great! ”

Wright's eyes were cold, and he shook the Order of the Holy Mang in his hand: "It just so happens that he is in the seventh cell now." As soon as the cell door closes, everything is fine.

Anyway, he likes to go to prison so much, and continuing to sit there can be regarded as fulfilling his wish.

When the time comes, it will be said to the outside world that St. Adros surrendered to the Black Gold Weeping Blood Sword and died in battle.

Give him a death pension, you report, and I will approve it. ”

At this time, Adros took a deep breath and held the hilt of the Black Gold Weeping Blood Sword with one hand.

"Hmm!"

A strong dark will suddenly invaded, and Adros almost lost his position directly.

Fortunately, his will has now been beaten and has become particularly firm. turned out to be stubborn and pushed the other party back.

One man and one sword, a long tug-of-war began.

The Black Gold Weeping Blood Sword was menacing, and it almost always had the upper hand. But Adros's will is also very tenacious, and he has been gritting his teeth to resist.

Slowly, he regained the lost ground little by little, and finally fought against the other party.

In the end, it is a trainee saint, or there are two brushes.

However, this also inspired the ferocity of the Black Gold Weeping Blood Sword, which summoned the last of its dark will and launched a general attack on Adros.

Adros, who could have maintained the situation, suddenly retreated and struggled to support.

At the critical moment, Wright spoke slowly.

"Adros, would you like to join the Black?"

"Me! Absolutely! ”

"Even if you are misunderstood, even if you are infamy! Even if you are in deep sin and full of sin! Do you not hesitate to do so? ”

Adros clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands: "In!" Place! No! Pity! ”

The powerful momentum was surging endlessly, suppressing the black gold sword to the death.

"That's good! I'll tell you! I want to punish the demons! You have to be able to conquer the demons! If you want to punish sin, you have to be able to control it!

Adros! Can you do it or not? ”

"Ahhhhh!!hh

Stimulated by Wright's words, Adros burst out with an incomparably powerful will.

The brilliant white light instantly submerged the Weeping Blood Sword, leaving a pure white pattern that belonged to the Holy Light on the black and gold blood. The restless longsword, like a tamed horse, finally chose to surrender.

Adros drew his sword, panting but with a determined look in his eyes.

"Me! Very good! ”

Wright smiled with satisfaction: "Very good, now I can give you the task." ”