In the process of struggling.

The white mask on the boy's face fell off.

Sure enough, a face that was too young was revealed, but it was already covered with black spider veins, his eyes were turned up, foaming at the mouth, and he looked hideous and terrifying.

All of a sudden.

Players thought they were in an exorcism movie, and the boy's symptoms were no different from those of people possessed by demons.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

Soon the boy's convulsions gradually disappeared.

The black blood vessel lines on my face also slowly faded.

"rustle……"

Fine black scales grew on the boy's neck.

He opened his eyes, and a flash of red flashed in his originally gray eyes. When he looked carefully, he opened his eyes and saw a pair of red vertical pupils.

"really not bad."

The cardinal looked into the boy's eyes and marveled.

"Is this your first time undergoing a ceremony?"

"Yes, sir..."

The young man nodded.

The feeling of pain has not disappeared, and now it is difficult for him to even move his fingers, but looking at the bishop's expression, it is obvious that he has successfully transformed, which makes a smile appear on his pale face.

He lived up to the Bishop's expectations!

"Very good. Your blood is very compatible with the dragon girl. Based on past experience, you will become a special Templar."

The cardinal patted the boy on the shoulder and showed appreciation.

Templars who are successfully transformed the first time will usually be vigorously cultivated by that adult, so even if he regards the lives of these people as ants, he still has to do enough to save face.

"Okay, you can go and rest, I will continue to host the ceremony."

After hearing this, the young man struggled to stand up, bowed respectfully to the cardinal, and then obeyed and sat down on a chair to the side.

The Lord Bishop gave him great power.

This favor was like reinvention to him.

As for where this power comes from, who cares?

As long as he can get revenge, that's enough.

The ceremony continued, and Zhenjun Zhenjun had lost his sight. He gently pulled the corner of Pratir's clothes and asked: "Sir, I just heard the bishop talk about the dragon girl. I am more curious... you

You also know that we were very poor before, had never seen much of the world, and didn’t understand anything..."

Platir showed an understanding expression.

Country bumpkin.

Who has not passed through this stage?

He was also confused when he first joined the Winter Breaking organization.

He very patiently explained to Moyu Hunben Zhenjun:

"I don't know the specifics. I only know that this dragon girl is a demi-human recently obtained by the organization. Why is she called dragon girl? Because after visualizing the black dragon, this demi-human awakened the ability and can transform into a human being.

Be a black dragon~"

"So awesome!?" Moyu Hunben Zhenjun pretended to be shocked.

"That's right," Platir said, "So, demi-humans are a group of monsters. When we didn't understand it, we all thought demi-humans were weak. It wasn't until we joined the Winter Breaking organization that we realized the demi-humans' abilities after awakening.

So powerful...these demi-humans are a serious threat to mankind, yet the Winter King is so partial to demi-humans, what else is he than a traitor to mankind?"

"Indeed, you are right."

Mr. Moyu Hunben Zhenjun gave a thumbs up.

After waiting for another half an hour, the ceremony finally ended.

Out of hundreds of people, more than twenty died, and only five of the remaining people were successfully transformed.

I have to say that this conversion rate is still very low.

And there is such a high mortality rate.

I can't understand it.

Why under such a premise, these young people wearing masks who are recruited from nowhere are still eager for the transformation ceremony.

Is power more important than your own life?

Taking advantage of the moment when Barna and the cardinal were chatting, the true master sneaked up to the side of the first boy to participate in the transformation ceremony.

The young man had already rested.

His hands turned into structures similar to dragon claws, and he was having a great time playing.

"Hello." Moyu Hunben Zhenjun greeted.

The young man raised his head and looked at the unfamiliar player. He was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Hello, what can I do for you?"

This warm smile surprised Mo Yu.

He also thought that the other party would be very wary or impatient.

"It's nothing serious..."

Moyu organized his language and asked in an insinuating way: "I see you screamed so loud just now, the ceremony must be very painful... How did you keep on persisting in such a painful ceremony without changing your face?"

The young man pursed his lips upon hearing this.

There was a haze in the drooped eyelids.

"Because of hatred," he said.

"Hate?"

"Yes," the young man nodded, "King Winter killed my father. Although he exempted us heirs, the wall fell and everyone pushed back and lost his status as a noble. My mother and my sister both

We were killed one after another during the subsequent journey. The powerful nobles treated us with extreme humiliation. My mother and sister were sold into prostitution. Because of my good looks and the fact that the noble had a special hobby, the situation became slightly better. However,

You should understand that even so, my life is no better than those dogs raised by their owners..."

The boy's voice became deeper and deeper.

The True Monarch Moyu Hunben raised his head and saw that he had tears in his eyes.

"You said, isn't this kind of hatred not enough for me to endure the pain? The pain and humiliation my mother and sister suffered in the prostitute were ten times more than what I am experiencing now?"

The Taoyu Hunben Zhenjun opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit.

It was a kindness of King Winter not to exterminate all the descendants of these powerful people.

But he has no obligation to help these down-and-out nobles gain a foothold.

That is the Holy Mother. King Winter has never been a person with the attributes of the Holy Mother.

However, it makes sense that this young man wants revenge. In the final analysis, it was because the Winter King attacked Dragon Fire City and overturned the entire Cologne Empire.

The true gentleman, Moyu Hunben, felt a little bit sympathetic to the young man in front of him.

It's not that I sympathize with this young man's plight.

There are too many people in the world who are worse off than him.

Just talk about the civilians under the rule of the Cologne Empire.

Family harmony is already the greatest luxury for them.

But even so.

There are still a large number of slave owners plundering slaves every day.

Or use money to seduce, or use force to threaten.

The true king of Moyu Hunben sympathizes with the young man because after the aristocratic heir of a ruined family suffered so much humiliation, he eventually became a knife and a slightly more beautiful chess piece in the hands of others.

The fate of the chess pieces has been determined. They will either be eaten or, when the chessboard is overturned, they will fall into the dust like garbage.

He doesn't care about human affairs and has always been with Zhenjun.

So Xiwei also heard the conversation just now.

He only sneered in response to the boy's hateful remarks and continued to swing the hoe vigorously, letting the hoe dig into every corner of the orchard so that every inch of the soil and the hoe were in full contact.

Many people are like this.

When encountering hardships, they only complain about the harsh environment, but do not see their own waste.

If only this young man had been trained as a knight since he was young, instead of being a playboy under the shadow of his father, he would be able to protect his sister and mother when disaster strikes.

In between thoughts.
Chapter completed!