The nun hurried forward, only to be seen before a tall figure in front of her.

At the stake, in addition to the man in white who held a torch high, a swordsman in iron armor stood like a small mountain.

He stopped the nun, and a low voice came out of his mouth: "Stop doing such foolish things. Sister Catherine, you and I both know that this is God's will. ”

"But whatever is God's will cannot be disobeyed by mortals. Don't be blinded by worldly emotions, you have been in the monastery for many years, and you should have a deeper understanding of this. Don't cause more trouble on the Monroe family. Don't embarrass Lord Lockhart either. ”

Catherine trembled and said, "This is not God's will, this is slander, this is wrong! Lord Lockhart misread the oracle, my sister is not with the devil. ”

"You're on the brink of danger!" said the ironclad swordsman sternly, "Now, please go back, and after the purification ritual is complete, the Templars will naturally come to the monastery to look for you." ”

"No! I can't let you burn Scarlett......" The nun stumbled forward, trying to get past the ironclad swordsman.

The latter kicked the nun in the stomach violently, and the latter's petite body fell backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"Poof...... cough cough cough ......"

Catherine fell helplessly to the ground, coughing up blood frantically.

She struggled to get up from the ground, only to find that she couldn't do it anymore.

She cried and begged for help from the onlookers: "Please, save her......"

"She's not the devil. She can't be the devil......"

"Save my sister!

She crawled on the ground with difficulty, calling for help from the men and knights on the edge of the execution ground.

Those who still had a conscience bowed their heads in shame, and they did not dare to meet Catherine's sad and desperate gaze.

And the young man who muttered before lowered his head and sobbed quietly. He clenched his fists and trembled. The hot blood in his chest was mercilessly coagulated, and in an instant, he only felt that all the emotions in his heart related to integrity, kindness, sympathy, pity, etc., had lost their support.

The older man beside him looked equally sad and patted the young man on the back.

There was silence in the crowd, except for the cries of the nuns.

"No one can save you, they can't even save themselves. One of the guardian knights said with some sadness, "This is the will of God." No one can disobey. All the people in this city. will not question the spokesperson of Her Highness the Goddess. ”

"Fart!"

A hoarse voice suddenly came from the crowd.

The onlookers moved out of the way in horror, and in a few moments, a blank area appeared on the edge of the execution ground.

It was a thin old man in his last years.

His thin body trembled in the wind, but he walked firmly to the edge of the execution ground step by step.

He walked. While shouting loudly: "It's all fart!"

"Anyone who has a conscience. will not be instigated to burn an innocent child. ”

"You filthy brutes!"

The more the old man scolded, the angrier he became: "Lockhart. And the things that work for the tiger in the Yueqin Temple, you are all filthy beasts! You are not human at all! You have killed so many people, and you dare to claim justice?!"

The priest on the high platform raised an eyebrow. For such things, he has long been commonplace.

At the edge of the execution ground, two knights immediately rushed over with gloomy faces.

They quickly drew their swords and prepared to execute the emaciated old man on the spot.

The rest turned their faces away in grief, not daring to look at the bloody scene again. Adults covered the children's curious eyes with their hands.

Sister Catherine fell to the ground in agony, and by the stake, the man in white sneered, and the torch in his hand ignited the straw and dry wood at the girl's feet.

The raging flames mixed with thick smoke immediately burst into flames.

The entire execution ground fell silent at once, except for the footsteps of the knights and the occasional low cry from the crowd.

"Sister......" Catherine cried out. She struggled to get up.

At this time, a warm voice sounded in her ears: "Don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

An arm lifted her up strongly.

The nun was stunned for a moment, it was a teenager who looked no more than a teenager. His eyes are very deep, and although he is young, he gives people an unusually calm feeling.

He also wears a pair of rusty iron handcuffs on his wrists.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the knights seemed to wake up from a dream—wasn't this fellow a prisoner? When did he get to the execution ground?

Just before everyone's minds turned around, two muffled snorts suddenly came from the side.

Then two black shadows trembled and fell to the ground.

Bang Bang!

The swords in the hands of the two knights also fell off.

The thin old man was stunned for a moment, and a tall back suddenly appeared in front of him.

Sacra stood there in silence, tilted his head, turned back to the old man and said, "You are a true elder. ”

The old man looked at him suspiciously: "Who are you?"

Sacra grinned, "Troublemaker, or savior, depending on how people define us." ”

"Did you say that?" the old man asked rhetorically.

Sacra scratched her head, honestly, "No, I can't say anything that is so fashionable. It was the guy who said it. ”

With that, he pointed to Lance, who was supporting the nun inside the execution ground.

Lockhart on the high platform frowned suddenly, and looked at Sacra who suddenly appeared, and a hint of surprise clearly flashed in his eyes.

However, before he could think for long, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

In an instant, a scene that everyone will never forget appeared:

I saw that on the stake of fire, the fierce flames greedily devoured the dry wood. With the help of butter, the flame burned very strongly. Soon it spread to the feet of the little girl.

The slender flames rushed upward, and suddenly, the flames separated from below and evolved into blooming flowers.

The flaming flowers rose into the air, slowly spinning around the stake.

The flames below were burning more and more, but surprisingly, the flames just couldn't get close to the little girl's body.

The sparks seemed to be pulled by some force, separated from the fire below, like small lights, spinning in the sky.

The little girl at the stake stopped crying. She looked around curiously. I forgot my fear for a moment.

People held their breath and stared at the magical spectacle.

More and more sparks detach from the fire below, and the flames on the fire become weaker and weaker.

The sparks in mid-air flew for a moment. Integrate with each other. It turned into the image of a winged flame angel.

The angels laughed and swirled around the little girl. They sang holy songs in unison.

The fire under the stake gradually went out, and all the flames used to burn the girl became a total of twelve flame angels. These angels are lively and lovely, singing and dancing around Scarlett. The scene became hilarious.

There was a burst of cheers from the crowd!

The nun looked at this scene in disbelief, she looked at the flames, and breathed heavily, "Oh my God, is this really the will of the gods?"

"Well, actually, it's not. Lance, who was holding her, shrugged: "It's just a little fire control trick." This kind of ordinary flame is not a clever sorcery fire, any wizard who is proficient in shaping spells can do it, let alone a master disciple of Rainbow Island. ”

Catherine looked at him in a daze, as if she were looking at some kind of monster.

"Miss Catherine, please be surprised, but allow me to introduce myself. I'm Lance, and these guys are my companions. We didn't come from afar, not here to make trouble. Lance said calmly, "But for some ugly customs, people and gods are really angry, so we can't help but take action." ”

With that, he shouted to the stake: "Hey, Landry, don't get too deep into the play, just stop when you've had enough!"

Landry's figure suddenly appeared at the stake, and he snapped his fingers lightly, and the flame angel in the sky immediately disappeared.

The rope on the little girl's body fell off automatically.

The crowd at the scene immediately boiled, and they looked at these strange people who suddenly appeared in surprise, and their minds went blank.

"Come over here, little one. Landry beckoned kindly.

The little girl hesitated and walked over.

The man in white shouted in astonishment, "Who are you, how dare you interfere with the purification ceremony of the temple?!"

The black-armored swordsman strode towards Landry, he raised his sword high, but before he could rush to Landry and the little girl's side, a cold breath immediately covered his body!

A thin layer of ice armor hung on the black-armored swordsman's body, and there was an incredible look in his eyes.

The cold breath made him unable to move, and he couldn't break free from the thin layer of ice with all his strength.

The bizarre sight in front of them made everyone hold their breath.

"He's the devil!" shouted the man in white who had been holding a torch before, hysterically. His eyes were filled with fear.

Landry led the little girl step by step towards him.

"Am I the devil?" Landry smiled contemptuously, "You murderer still have the face to say I'm the devil?"

The man in white retreated in fright, and he defended: "It is God's will to burn the devil, and this is a purification ritual......"

"Ridiculous!" Landry waved his hand, and a magic missile smashed out of the jaw, hitting the man in white in the mouth.

With a snap, the front teeth of the man in white were knocked out, and his face was covered with blood.

The knights who had maintained order suddenly rioted, and they looked uneasily at Lord Lockhart on the high platform.

Lockhart came to the edge of the platform with a serious expression, holding the canon in his hand and reciting a short passage of scripture aloud.

A blazing white light emerged from his head, and the white light slowly swirled, eventually transforming into the image of a swordsman of light.

"Destroy those heretics!" Lockhart said, pointing at Landry.

The Swordsman of Light bowed his head slightly, nodded his right foot to the ground, and immediately pulled out a long phantom and rushed towards Landry.

"Hmm, magician?" Lance on the side lit up: "It's kind of interesting." (To be continued......)

PS: If nothing else, there will be an update later today......