Syllable!~

The tip of the whip twitched the air, flicked deftly, and expertly exploded with a crisp sound.

"Hurry up! You can't finish today's progress during the day, and you don't want to have food at night!

Armed with a brute leather whip wrapped in wire, the Templar Overseer scolds the men with vicious gaze as they are shackled with black steel shackles.

On the tinkling construction site, many haggard people staggered along with only a filthy piece of raffle around their waists, shirtless and barefoot, and one or more people staggered along with pieces of square stones of various sizes.

"This damn expedition! I'm afraid we'll never go back, we'll all die here exhausted!"

Romy, the Holy Knight with a confinement ring around his neck, took a long, thick slab of ashlar, like a skilled mason, and pressed it against the base of the wall where the sticky mud was smeared, pushing it hard to align with the other slab below.

The Expeditionary Coalition led by the Bright Court was nearly wiped out, and he, like the others, gained nothing but a good mason skill and a scar all over his body.

Many warriors who believed in the light were supposed to enjoy wine and barbecue in the city of light, but now, they were doing endless hard work here until they died of exhaustion and took their last breath.

These god-killing dark people actually wanted to expand the inner and outer cities of the dark domain tenfold, and the coalition forces that almost razed this place to the ground turned out to be a free demolition team, and now it is good, they only need to build a base on the flat land full of ruins, and directly build the city walls and roads.

The Golden Crow Warrior Bolan, who was fighting for the Holy Knights, lowered his voice and reminded eagerly, "Romy, don't you want to live?

"Hmph, I've already died once, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to die a second time?"

There were only two meals a day that couldn't fill his stomach, and Romy, who was already hungry and thirsty, was louder.

The dark canopy above the Dark Realm has not yet been reshaped. The scorching sun of the Holy Flame Sun poured down unhindered, and the sweat on the bodies of many prisoners of war coolies was constantly wet, and then quickly evaporated, forming a thin layer of salt frost.

"Have you forgotten the Mainro priest who was struck alive by the foreman yesterday?"

Bran's words made the Holy Knight shudder, and the scene of yesterday still seemed to be vivid.

All the captives were forcibly fed forbidden potions and spells, and many of the masters even wore alchemical confinement rings around their necks that could blow their heads away.

Just because a few complaints were heard by the brutal overseers, a priest of the Bright Court was whipped alive in public, and the leather whip with the "Soul Whipping" spell could take away a large piece of flesh and blood with each blow, leaving a deep visible bone, until it was drawn into the appearance of a bloody skeleton with no skin.

"Nope. No, these fallen dark ones will be punished by God!"

Tortured a priest to death, Romy's voice finally lowered.

"What are you talking about? Don't you hurry up and get to work! Lazy man! No one is begging you to come here, this is the price of burning, killing and looting, you have brought it upon yourself. ”

Smack!~ The brute cowhide whip like a poisonous snake was whipped fiercely, and the Golden Crow Warrior Bolan immediately let out a miserable scream, and a terrible blood groove appeared on his back that exposed the white ribs and the subcutaneous fat layer.

"Ahh

Beran couldn't help but let out a scream. It was planted directly from the scaffolding at the foundation of the city wall that had just been erected.

"Haha! Kill you lazy bones, sinners, you deserve it!

The brutal overseer laughed instead, and with a swing of his whip he threw an explosion in the air. At the same time, he glared fiercely at the captive coolies, and said, "Don't you want to work like him? Don't you yearn for the light? Then you can dry in the light!hahaha!" The whip whipped and laughed wildly into a brutal song.

"Enough!

With the sound of horses' hooves, a young woman's voice was heard.

"Who? Who's speaking for these sinners. Don't you want to live? Damn it!"

The overseer reflexively reprimanded, and when he saw the speaker clearly, he was immediately frightened, threw away the leather whip without hesitation, and knelt on the ground.

The other nearby overseers knelt down in unison.

Saint!

The Holy Knight Romy's eyes widened as he looked at the young girl with her staff in her hand, seated in an ornate carriage, with long chestnut black hair and wheat-skinned skin.

There is only one saintess in the Dark Sanctuary, and that is the Starry Night Saintess who led the remnants of the defeated army to miraculously turn the tables and annihilate the Light Alliance.

It's hard to imagine that such a very weak looking girl can strategize, turn her hands into clouds, cover her hands into rain, and turn defeat into victory in an almost impossible way.

Not only the people of the Light Alliance, but even many people within the Dark Sanctuary still feel incredible, and there must be gods in the dark to help them in secret.

The young woman in the carriage inspected the construction site and said softly: "Remember, even if they were soldiers of the Bright Alliance, but now, they are not only prisoners of the Templars, but also the property of the Templars, don't kill and wound them at will, everyone is dead, will you rebuild the Dark Realm for me? Find someone to treat the wounded and sick, take a bath regularly, lest the plague be born, eat twice a day, at least like a person's food, add some clothes when it's cold, don't go barefoot." ”

"Holy Maiden, they are all cheap bones, there is no need to be so kind to them, as long as they don't starve to death, there is no need to give them healing and clothing, my lord, you are so merciful. ”

The overseer who knelt down first said tremblingly, he was incredulous at the Holy Maiden's instructions, can these prisoners of the Bright Alliance still be considered prisoners?

If the two sides switch places, I'm afraid that the people of the Dark Sanctuary will not have any good fruit to eat.

"Do as I say!" said the Starry Night Maiden's tone in an unmistakable tone, "if they resist or run away in any way!

"Hehe, I'll make them worse than dead!

The overseers sneered in unison, making all the captive coolies feel cold behind their backs, with a sharp sword in one hand and food in the other, which made these surviving warriors involuntarily feel a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

Seeing the convoy of the Holy Maiden go away, he stood up again with a very disgusted expression, and the overseer cursed a few words, and shouted at the captives again: "Come two people, take this waste to heal the wounds, hmph! Good guy, if it weren't for the kindness of the Holy Maiden, Lao Tzu would have skinned you alive today! Phew! A bunch of lazy people!"

Although he couldn't understand the Holy Maiden's orders, he didn't dare to disobey the Yin and the Yin, and the Starry Night Holy Maiden Sally was no less important in the hearts of all the people in the Dark Sanctuary than the ten Lord Priests.

"Boran!"

Jumping off the scaffolding, Romy hurriedly picked up the innocent victim who had been whipped, he hated himself a little, and even caused others to suffer for him.

"Hehe, it's not your fault, Romy!"

The pale-faced Bran smiled weakly-

The convoy that had finished inspecting the Templar territory had soon entered the temple, and as soon as Sally stepped out of the carriage, a maid came up and knelt down, and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, the ten chief priests have arrived." ”

"Well, I know, I'll go now!" Sally nodded, suddenly smiled gently, picked up the maid in front of her, and said: "Wenya, didn't I say it? Don't kneel casually, in the eyes of the gods, all beings are equal, only the division of labor is different, there is no high or low, you can kneel and worship the gods, but you don't have to worship me!"

Only by no longer kneeling, the status hierarchy between people will gradually fade, which is also one of the things that Sally has been working hard for, but the humility of the other party has made the friendship that was once a handmaiden become an insurmountable chasm.

"Big, my lord, your status is noble, and the small one can't stand it. ”

Wen Ya's face was flushed and she seemed to be at a loss.

"Well, okay then! as my command, is that okay?"

Sally made a face.

The only breakthrough to break the old power base is to start with action and gradually remove a certain awe from the soul.

In contrast to the rule of a few presiding priests, the leadership of the Dark Sanctuary should be based on genuine trust rather than the oppression of personal power.

"Yes, yes, sir!"

Wen Ya smiled from the bottom of her heart, and she found that although she was a noble Starry Night Saintess, she was still the same Sally she once knew.

The other maidens and samurai in the vicinity all pursed their lips in a heartfelt manner, the Holy Maiden from the bottom of the Dark Sanctuary was always so approachable.

"Hmph! After that Sally became the Starry Night Saintess, her shelf got bigger and bigger, and she even made all the main priests wait for her, and she didn't know how to be humiliated. ”

Although the sixth priest, Favira, had only been sitting down for less than five minutes, she was already a little impatient.

"Favira, it's only been less than a quarter of an hour, and you can't sit still? If you are patient at this point, I suggest that you give up the position of the main priest and let someone more stable sit down. ”

The Eighth Priest Garry sneered, he was obviously not from the same faction as the Sixth Priest, and his words were full of-for-tat.

"Calvary, what do you mean!"

Favira was furious and stood up.

At this moment, a voice came from the direction of the temple gate.

"I don't know who is respected, who is humble, who is up, who is down, if you feel good about yourself, please consciously take the initiative to stay away from us humble people, and do it alone!"

With a handmaiden holding a staff, Sally, the Starry Night Saintess of the Dark Templar, approached step by step.

The opposition in the priesthood is always trying to turn the tables, but Sally, who has taken control of the middle and lower forces of the Templar, does not give these diehards a chance-

(To be continued......)