Under the nervous gaze of the heresy trial emissary.
The person walking slowly opposite suddenly stopped.
There was a distance of several feet between the two of them, a bluestone path and a small flower bed standing at both ends of the courtyard.
Just as the heretic trial emissary was preparing to fight, the person opposite suddenly coughed several times.
"Ahem, is it the statue of the God of Light that you destroyed?"
The young man's voice was gentle and gentle, and there was a hint of weakness that seemed imperceptible but was easily detectable if you think about it carefully. Even his figure seemed a bit thin against it.
Damn it! He is obviously wearing very thick clothes!
The heretic trial emissary was still staring at him in a prepared manner, not relaxing at all!
If the other party is really weak.
Are you going to die now?
Just think about it and you know it’s impossible!
He clenched the weapon in his hand, and the power transformed by the power of faith was slowly flowing - no matter who the opponent was, as long as he was a believer in the God of Light, he could completely restrain it!
Perhaps, it is precisely because the faith of living beings is so precious.
That's why it can be so scary after it turns dark.
"Why didn't you reply?"
The person opposite coughed a few more times, then stepped forward again.
As the distance between the two parties got closer and closer, the emissary of the Heresy Trial suddenly tightened his grip on the spear, and the next moment he flew away like lightning!
But until he was close to him, the man whose face he couldn't see clearly made no move to fight back.
Just when the spear pierced through, he gently raised the back of his hand to block it, as if he was sure that his attack was just a test, so he didn't even bother to block it.
呲——
The emissary of the Inquisition passed by this man and landed on the wall opposite the flower bed.
Then, the young man raised the back of his scratched hand and looked at it.
The wound glowed with a pale golden light, but there was also a trace of black mist, which caused him to be continuously burned after stimulating the power of faith in his body.
"Grudge?"
He looked at the heresy trial envoy: "Your identity is that the Heretic Trial is the most trusted member of the Holy See of Light. Why do you have such strong resentment towards the Holy See of Light?"
The heresy trial emissary immediately sneered.
He was about to make a speech about hating the life of the Heretic Tribunal, but just as he opened his mouth, another voice came from the other side.
"Forget it, it's not important."
The young man said leisurely.
The emissary of the Inquisition choked in his throat.
In a daze, I actually felt that this scene had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
But he felt unhappy if he didn't vomit.
He just sneered and said: "What a bullshit Holy See! It just blocks its own filth and filth from the sun, and lets innocent people like us become executioners to bear the sin for you. Now you are finally exposed
With his ugly face, he actually wants to plot the royal power of the empire. The hypocrisy of the Holy See is really disgusting!"
Finally spitting out the humiliation he had been holding in for a long time, the heresy trial emissary suddenly felt physically and mentally happy. He waited for the angry retort from the person opposite.
But the young man nodded: "You are right."
Heretic Trial Secret Envoy: "..."
Unsurprisingly, he choked up again.
He snorted and decided not to waste any more time. He held two spears in his hands, one on the left and one on the right, and suddenly rushed towards the young man!
This time it's not a test.
But a real killing move!
The heretic trial emissary is extremely fast, and the figure covered by the black robe is even more illusory. In the dark night, with the help of a god, it is even more difficult to tell where his position is.
As they approached, the emissary of the Inquisition quickly threw a spear, and then the figure followed the spear and attacked.
Dingjue!
The first spear suddenly hit something.
The emissary of the Inquisition saw the cold light flashing in the young man's hand, as if a dagger had accurately shot away the spear.
But it doesn't matter, this is a cover.
The real attack is in his hands!
The figure of the emissary of the Inquisition suddenly appeared on the side of the young man, and the spear in his hand was already slashing towards the latter's throat. At this time, the opponent had just knocked away the spear that bore the brunt of the attack.
He is ready.
Even if this person bursts out with the power of light faith in an instant, the power of his attack will not be affected at all, and it can cause heavy damage to the opponent no matter what.
The resentment that faith breeds is the only thing that can overcome the power of faith!
And when the attack comes.
The corners of the young man's lips suddenly raised slightly.
The next moment, a darkness on the ground swallowed the young man up, and his reaction was almost instantaneous.
The attack of the emissary of the Inquisition failed. He was shocked and puzzled by the scene just now, when his ankle while jumping in the air was grabbed by a hand that suddenly appeared from the ground.
Then, a huge pulling force came.
The whole body of the Inquisition Envoy was pulled to the ground and quickly submerged into the deep and thick darkness.
There should be masonry or soil beneath the ground.
But in a different space.
This is an extremely dark space.
No light can penetrate in. It's so dark that you can't even see your own body. You can only sense that you really exist here.
"dark……"
The familiar gentle voice sounded next to him: "The emissary of the Heretic Tribunal must have grown up in the dark. I think you seem to be quite skilled at playing this game. You have overthrown many of your colleagues with this method.
.”
The emissary of the Inquisition was terrified!
He was about to retort when the voice came from the distance again: "But isn't that important?"
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
The emissary of the Inquisition shouted.
The resentment in him exploded, and waves of twisted power washed around him. He tried to escape upwards while shouting away the man.
He still felt horrified and incredible.
Isn’t the other party a believer in the Holy See of Light?
In the entire Holy See of Light, except for the executioners of the Heretic Tribunal who are deliberately raised in the darkness, there is no believer in light who does not rely on the power of light to fight, even if the magic is all light magic!
But what is going on with this boundless and oppressive darkness?
Could it be said that the Pope of Light is a special existence?
wrong!
Is this person really the Pope of Light?
In this darkness, the emissary of the Inquisition felt a dark atmosphere that was more depressing, more desperate and deeper than the characters!
This also caused unreasonable panic and fear in his heart.
It's like facing the "abyss"!
But a person who exercises faith in the God of Light has the aura of the abyss on his body, which is even more incredible than a player bringing his or her own abyss skills.
Won't they conflict?
The emissary of the Heresy Trial could no longer control his emotions and reason.
Especially after finding that he can't leave this darkness.
He clearly sensed that the exit from the ground was right above his head, but his body felt like it was drowning in a swamp and it was difficult to struggle.
Strong resentment spread from him.
However, it had no impact on the mysterious person at all.
The other party didn't say anything again.
It seems to have disappeared into this darkness.
He couldn't even sense the enemy's breath, which made the Inquisition's emissary even more nervous.
It wasn't that he was afraid of being attacked by the other party, but that he was suddenly the only one left in the boundless darkness, and he couldn't even see his own body, so he felt inexplicably crazy.
"Damn guy! Come out!"
The Inquisition emissary frantically threw out his spears, filled with deep resentment, trying to force the man who didn't know where he was hiding out.
But the resentment that had been invincible in the face of the power of faith was now like a stream flowing into the sea, making no waves in the darkness.
"Ahhh!"
He seemed to be throwing the spear wildly.
But the next moment, he suddenly turned around and rushed upward. However, not long after, his body once again fell into the swamp that was difficult to struggle.
A dark light flashed in the eyes of the heresy trial emissary.
This place is indeed blocked by the other party!
But beyond the lockdown.
The other party seems to have no other way to deal with him?
Competing endurance?
The emissary of the Inquisition sneered.
Maybe he can't do anything, but he has the strongest endurance and resistance!
He was always alert to changes in his surroundings, pretending to be a little out of control and attacking arbitrarily, planning to rush out when he found an opportunity.
But just then.
Suddenly a red shadow appeared in the darkness.
In such a dark place, the sudden appearance of red becomes extremely eye-catching, adding a sense of eerieness to the place.
The emissary of the Inquisition suddenly raised his alert.
"What the hell?!"
He stared closely at the red color in the distance. He could vaguely see the figure of a person, but he could not clearly see the figure and appearance of the person.
Because the other party's body was covered by a wide straight gown and long skirt, and even his head was covered by a red square cloth.
Suddenly, the red color seemed to be closer.
The emissary of the Inquisition suddenly became nervous. He stared at the figure without blinking.
But it was like I suddenly fell into a trance.
The red figure moved closer.
The heresy's emissary's pupils shrank, he no longer waited, and quickly threw a few spears at the red figure.
The silver-gray spear could not reflect light in this darkness, and it was impossible to see its position clearly after being thrown out, but he could rely on the resentment attached to it to judge the distance of the spear.
Whoosh——
The spears flew over quickly, and the red figure quickly waved his broad sleeves and instantly stopped the several spears that struck in front of him.
Then, a hand stretched out from his sleeves and picked up the spear.
In such darkness, the exposed hand had a strange waxy white feel.
"resentment?"
A cold and ethereal voice sounded faintly.
It seemed that the figure was speaking: "It's so full of resentment, no wonder I was dragged out to find you, that's why."
The voice fell.
The Inquisition Emissary sensed that the resentment on the spear had completely disappeared.
He was suddenly sweating: "Who are you?!"
The red figure gently raised his head to look at him.
"Hungry people."
…
…
Resentment should be dealt with by resentment.
Thinking about the previous dealings with King Walder XVIII, the bride must have been almost drained.
So, Xu Shuo forcibly pulled up the bride who was sleeping in Prague Castle and asked her to go out to see if the wave of resentment could be eaten.
Bride: "..."
What else can the bride do?
Xiao Tiezhu was very stubborn when it came to willfulness, so she had no choice but to go and have a look, thinking that even if she couldn't eat, she could help consume that person.
But the good news is.
It's edible.
Play with resentment.
The bride has been playing for decades.
Back then, she relied on the resentment she had cultivated throughout Osmanthus Village, and could even forcefully suppress the darkness of the abyss in the cemetery. Her strength was far beyond that of the newly appointed emissary of the Heresy Trial.
Even if she can't fight because of her weakness, she can still eat slowly.
This person can't run away anyway.
…
Seeing that the bride could be dealt with, Xu Shuo no longer focused on "Dark Stealth".
Apart from occasionally using some mental power to control the darkness and trap the emissaries of the Heresy Trial, he no longer needed to worry about other things.
Xu Shuo walked towards the location of the Statue of Light.
Then, under the huge statue, I saw the Saint of Light with countless golden chains wrapped around her lower body.
The Saint of Light still kept her body leaning back, her head facing the sky, her drooped right hand holding the huge golden sickle, silently and strangely like a puppet.
Xu Shuo walked up to her, but the Holy Lady of Light didn't make the slightest move, and was dumbfounded without any reaction.
"Have you entered a state of suspended animation?"
Xu Shuo looked around her thoughtfully: "You really trust me. If I don't plan to come back, you won't be able to solve this situation, right?"
Unable to exit state.
Fake death will become real death.
The Saint of Light is not an exerciser of light.
But she also possesses the power of light faith in her body, and her status in the Holy See is no less special than that of the Pope of Light. The saint has even contributed more to the Holy See than the Pope of Light.
certainly……
Except for the Pope of Light.
Most of the clergy in the Holy See seem to have paid a little more than the Pope.
What is the Pope of Light?
It has been nothing more than a spiritual pillar throughout the ages.
However, the Pope of Light of this generation has abruptly increased his importance by a lot, because he arrogantly planned the royal power and arranged everything personally.
The sharpness of his ambition and ambition made even the ancient priesthood shy away from him.
So the Pope of Light of this generation is a bit special.
And the Holy Lady of Light of this generation is also a bit special.
Xu Shuo stretched out his hand and pulled out the golden sickle from the hand of the Saint of Light without any hindrance. It was extremely smooth.
After taking out the golden sickle.
It dissipated directly in Xu Shuo's hands.
next moment.
The Saintess of Light trembled, and golden light burst out from her body, scattering stars in the dark night.
The golden chain that restrained her lower body suddenly shattered. Then, with the support of strength, the Saint of Light slowly stood up straight, and her empty and empty eyes also became focused.
in short.
The highlight of the eyes is restored.
The Holy Lady of Light turned her head to look at the young man beside her, with a habitual holy smile on her face, and said with a sweet smile: "Of course I trust you."
Xu Shuo's eyes moved slightly and he looked at her without saying a word.
The Saint of Light continued to smile and said: "His Majesty the Pope, I know that you will never abandon the City of Light. Although we have all thought about abandoning Him, we will eventually return to this place for Him."
After hearing what she said, Xu Shuo raised his head and looked at the huge statue of light beside him.
"Then just move it away when the time comes."
"Giggle..."
The Holy Lady of Light covered her mouth and laughed, her chest shaking with laughter, without any sense of the saint's sanctity and majesty.
After laughing, she coughed violently.
Then he put the back of his hand on his forehead and fell towards Xu Shuo with a weak look on his face: "Ah~ I almost died just now, and now I have lost too much blood. Your Majesty, please carry me back -"
Xu Shuo turned around and left without hesitation.
The Saint of Light, whose body fell over, had no choice but to stumble to stand.
