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The night outside the city was still as cold as ever, and the cool breeze blew on the body like a robber, removing the faint warmth of the body and giving people goosebumps. The surrounding grass and bushes were littered with terrible dogs, which swayed from tree to tree, searching for the corpses of the sick and starving, then tearing off their rotten flesh and biting their bones, leaving some humble fur to be swept away by the wind.

Fortunately, in the dilapidated refugee camp of Haidar, everyone had become numb to the smell of corrosion and wild dogs, and they slept peacefully, waiting for their lives to pass by again in the miserable silence, until they were closer to their own kingdom of God. Suddenly, from the direction of the city, there was a strange sound of clattering horses' hooves and armor shaking!

But I saw hundreds of torches hurrying all the way, and the flickering light illuminated a group of iron-clad black-clothed warriors, like a fierce hula la la surrounded the entire refugee camp! These people drew their sharp swords at their waists and raised the long axes with severed heads in their hands, like a group of poor sheep with lost hair surrounded by iron-armored hungry wolves.

The besiegers were silent, but the besieged inside were already in a panic, for they saw the banner erected by the mighty besiegers - the king's banner that glowed with a strange glow in the darkness! They were the elite force of the king's army, and they were also the vanguard of the stranglehold of the rebels! No matter how powerful the enemy was, they would be torn to pieces by their formidable equipment and great strength!

The people in the refugee camp cried and cried and panicked for a while, some families hugged their heads in pain, some people were in a hurry to find a way out, and some people were staring blankly, as if they were 'seeing death as home'. Anyway, everyone seemed to be about to be executed, and it was miserable. It was only with great difficulty that Hedar was slightly appeased, and then he reluctantly took Ropps out to meet the leader of the King's army to see what was going on.

A tall steed stood in front of them, and the red and black cloth was painted with sharp geometric patterns, like a steel spear and an axe, showing its fierce and merciless majesty! On the back of the horse sat a burly warrior in heavy armor, like a majestic king coldly inspecting his poor subjects. His bearing was as terrifying as the fierce helmet on his head, and the double horror of beasts and skeletons was mixed with his face, making his face as fierce and terrifying as a wild bear.

And Heidar and Ropps, who were holy warriors next to them, would not be intimidated by this empty temperament, but they saw something very bad - the heavy armored samurai on the horse also exuded a faint supernatural ability aura, which should be the holy warrior's 'courage aura', but as soon as they got closer to 20 feet, they suddenly felt a vicious force pressing on their faces! Every muscle was sore, numb, and weak, even walking and even breathing became heavy and sluggish, and the brain reaction that dragged down was a little slow, as if a person was stuck in a quagmire full of sharp teeth, and he felt uncomfortable when he moved slightly.

The surprised Haidar and the even more frightened Roppus quietly looked at each other, and finally gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Yes~~ Despair Holy Light! He is the tyrannical holy warrior of the god Bonunn!" The face of Ropps on the opposite side was viciously distorted, the god of Bonuen is the god of fear and power, this guy who advocates punishment and intimidation is a very evil god, and now he meets the hateful servant of this kind of abominable god, how can he not be angry?!

But now is not the time to turn his face, because the other party is the representative of the king, and if he carelessly changes, he will be strangled by the hat of a rebel! Not to mention the despotic paladin who rode a strong horse, with his long arms as thick as a farmer's thigh, holding a long-handled battle axe with a radiant spirit, and the tip of the axe was scorching with red flames, like the shaking of blood-stained fangs in the forest; But what was even more terrifying was a dark red demonic glow in his hand, like a bloodthirsty viper, spiraling over the fierce battle axe, turning into a strange aura like a blood-colored mist, and rising and shrinking like a flame, exuding bursts of fierce death aura!

It is the 'Touch of Death' unique to the despotic holy warrior, as long as it is rubbed a little, it will immediately be blasted into the body by powerful energy, breaking the soul and destroying the life! Even if it is exempted with a super high will, it can only resist half of the damage, and the rest of the lethality will pierce into the body like a strong arrow through the body, so that you can't survive but not die!

Secretly gritting their teeth, they walked up to the horseback paladin, and reluctantly saluted him despite the psychological and physical sensations of extreme discomfort. I was about to open my mouth to ask the reason for the encirclement, but I suddenly heard the other party coldly order in an extremely arrogant tone: "You guys, kneel down!" The soldiers next to him also roared like thunder: "Kneel!!" Like a group of tigers roaring, the sound shook the grass and trees, rustling and swaying!

Ropps was stunned for a moment, and then he was furious, and even the green tendons on his forehead were violent, and he was about to have a seizure: You extremely evil fellow, with a damn evil aura, are still showing off your power here?!

He was talking about his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, ready to defend the dignity of justice and goodness at any time, when suddenly he pounced next to him - his own teacher, Haidar actually knelt down! He suddenly said with some trembling: "You~~Teacher, you~~ Didn't you say that you can't bow to evil? Why are you?" He almost roared: "Why did you kneel?!"

"Because~~" Haidar replied in a gray voice: "Because he is the king's messenger, and there are so many people behind me~~" In an instant, many of the surrounding ironclad guards and broad-robed mages said with contempt: "Kneel, you pariah! When you see the king's messenger, you don't kneel! Kneel!" The fierce voice blasted Roppus's mind like a copper seed to the brain, and his whole body trembled. It was as if someone had been slashed on the heart, and the pain was like falling into purgatory.

Finally, he screamed and drew his sword, and he was about to kill with his life and cut off the head of the evil holy warrior!

The shadow of the axe was like the wind, and the steel blade was like an electric catapult! Hearing the desolate and strange sound of gold and iron breaking on the ground, the slightly rusty long sword in Ropps's hand was broken in two with a long cry of despair, and the heavy axe surface rubbed against him like a cracked mountain and rolling thunder, and in just a moment, he was knocked several steps away like a broken sack, and rolled to the ground with a serious wound from bleeding from his mouth and nose. The red-red supernatural force of the axe, Death's Touch, nearly crushed half of his life.

This is the world of difference between strength and equipment! There is no chance of winning at all, even if it is a mole ant shaking elephant, it is just funny~~

Ropps's heart was bleeding and his will was in despair. And the majestic autocratic paladin riding on a tall horse just coldly dropped a sentence: "Rubbish." He ignored him anymore, as if his justice and kindness were just a broken candle in the wind, and he would be ruined and disintegrated with a casual hand. Except for an insignificant wisp of green smoke, nothing will be left~~

No one paid attention to the insignificant him, and everyone looked at the heavy-armored strongman-like autocratic holy warrior in awe, and listened to the dull voice that was as unshakable as a strong judge: "Are you harboring the rebels?!" Some people say that many of your subordinates have now joined the rebels, burning and looting everywhere, committing crimes, ignoring the laws of the country, trapping the people in fire and water, which is really the most evil, and deserves to be cut with a thousand knives to correct the laws of the country. Quickly summon from the truth, so that you can die in peace. Otherwise, you will never live as death!"

"No!" Hedar replied with a slight infarction in a slightly congruent tone, "I can swear to the god Ilmat that I have never had anything to do with the rebels. I didn't know what had happened until they had taken me away. Some of my students did join the rebels, but they did it behind my back. I didn't know about it beforehand. As for those who remain here now, they are all ordinary good citizens, otherwise if they want to betray the empire, they will have already left last time. ”

The tyrannical paladin on a sturdy, high-headed horse stared at him coldly, like a fierce beast breathing slowly and heavily, staring at him, calculating whether to bite his skull or let him go. The whole air froze with his breathing, like an invisible fire glue enveloping his upper body, making his whole body hot and dry!

Finally, the heavy-armored holy warrior who was as strong as a bear slowly spoke: "Very good, you didn't lie to me. "This guy has long been observing Haidar's every thought with a very high-level 'detection of lies', and as long as he makes a slight mistake, he can immediately be charged with bullying the king, and he will be directly put on death row!

However, the sturdy paladin said: "But those of your subordinates must still have a lot of rebel spies! You must bring some of them to be strictly examined! And you must stay here honestly these days, as long as one person sneaks away, it is a collaborator with treason, harboring lawbreakers!"

Haidar didn't speak, but Lops, who was still bleeding from his mouth and nose, shouted at him: "Why don't you speak! If they take people away, they will definitely be beaten into a trick! This is what you told us before! Why don't you say a word now?!"

Before Haidar could speak, he was suddenly laughed by the powerful holy warrior next to him, and his voice was like a tiger roaring and a lion roaring: "Hahahahaha~~Little fart! He is afraid!Do you see? His heart is full of fear and retreat! He has neither the ability nor the courage to face reality, so he has to shrink into his own faith and be a stubborn turtle!Hahahaha~~"

Heydar finally spoke, as if it were a knife cut: "I didn't!"

The tyrannical paladin who was wielding a three-colored axe like a vicious beast sneered: "So, as a holy warrior, how about I invite you to stay with me for a few days? I can swear to God Bonoun and the other gods with my own blood that I will never make any bad decisions!

Haidar just whispered slowly, "I'm not going to touch those depraved things!"

"Because you are afraid!!" said the tall and terrifying despotic paladin on horseback like a victorious general, "what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that the life of the superior will 'corrupt and degenerate' you? Therefore, I made up all kinds of beautiful fantasies to numb myself, and said: This is my firm belief. Aha~~ You are just using some distorted fantasies to escape from real life. This is your miserable life! Do you have the courage to say 'no'? Do you have the courage to enjoy the life of a superior without skipping words.

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