The 340th chapter of the Sword of the Dawn syllabus Syracuse Franberland and his sect of the gods hid in the church area and directly locked the gates of the church area, and this subconscious evasive behavior, Perhaps the most stupid decision he made in his life.

He handed over the outer city and smashed the final cohesion of the Church of Light.

After that, time passed three days.

Three days ago, the completely out of control, farce-like heterosexual trial ended with a complete blockade in the church area, and the entire city was surrounded by a strange atmosphere.

The civilians gathered around the fire-extinguishing platform gathered for a long time after watching the gates of the church area close, but in the end no one made any such thing as attacking the church and overthrowing the priests. On the contrary, they ended up being thin. The sparsely scattered place, but the amber is very clear, only the crowd is scattered, but the flame in the heart has already ignited.

The next three days are the three days when the flames burn more and more.

For three consecutive days, the Cecil’s “flyer shells” were not interrupted one day. In the morning, in the middle and the evening, there will be a round of shelling on time. The flyers will be accompanied by special cartridges to the city of Lu’an. It was blown away by the magical power and spread into the whole city.

These flyers will not only fall in the outer city, but also in the church area in the inner city. This time, the priests in the church area finally gave up cleaning up these flyers.

They allowed these leaflets to float everywhere in the city, even the roofs and courtyards of the churches, and they left the outer city completely out of control, and seemed to completely give up the idea of ​​reorganizing the order.

The people in the outer city began to publicly collect the flyers that fell into the city, and began to openly discuss the gods in the church. They gathered in the streets and lanes, and communicated with each other at home. During the day, waves of people came to the church area. In the square, staring at the blocked door, glaring at the night, there are countless stars of candlelight moving between the streets, and in the shadow of the candlelight, there is a public attack on the church.

The curfew system has completely failed, and the outer city is in a situation of strange, calm and mixed, indifferent and crazy. Luan’s city seems to have spread a sweet **** smell, but it is located in the church area in the center of the city. Everything is completely quiet in an abnormal way.

Since Franberry entered the cathedral, no one priest or the Holy See has seen the bishop come out from inside...

The night of the fourth day came, and in the hidden stronghold near the square, the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau were gathering in the room. The swaying candlelight lit up the small room, and the nicknamed "slim" stood at the table. Next, report the information just collected:

“The gates of the church area are still blocked. The heights of the outer city can be seen in the chapel area, but the movement of the cathedral is completely unclear. Franberry seems to have locked the cathedral inside...”

Another officer of the Military Intelligence Bureau also stood up: "There is no sign that the priests in the church area have escaped..."

"The civilians spontaneously blocked the intersections. We used to spread the news that the cathedral's priests were preparing to flee. It seems that these messages have worked."

"Some of the church soldiers who were stranded in the outer city took the initiative to disarm. They came out from several stagnation spots in the outer city, tied each other, and came to the streets to ask for food from the civilians. We tried to guide the residents to give some food to the residents. Those who teach the soldiers, now the soldiers are their own."

Amber listened to the reports of the men, while quietly playing with the dagger in her hand, she seemed to be waiting for something, the long elf ears shook slightly in the air, and from time to time keenly turned to a certain direction, one The face is absent-minded.

A subordinate finally noticed the situation of his own boss and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Head... are you listening?"

"I am listening," Amber waved her hand at random, then her ears shook again. "But stop for a moment, we have guests tonight."

The officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau stared blankly at each other, and the amber shook his wrist. The vicious dagger who was still playing in the previous second was quietly collected by her, and then almost at the same time, knocking on the door The ground is ringing.

"Go open the door, don't use force."

The MIB clerk standing near the door got an amber instruction and immediately went forward to open the door. But although Amber said that he should not use force, the clerk still placed his hand on his waist, where there was a short sword for body protection.

The door opened, a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary linen clothes, thin and tall, with short brown curly hair and looking like a civilian, stood at the door, and stood behind him two people, the same coarse cloth, civilian dress.

The tall and thin man looked at the room with a hint of alertness and nervousness on his face, and the officers of the military bureau in the room watched the "guests" at the door, and almost at the same time, each of them They subconsciously tightened the muscles of the whole body:

Although the three people standing at the door were wearing poor linen clothes, they could never be civilians. The three of them were full of luster, their looks were tense, their eyes were bright, and they apparently had not been hungry in the near future. People of all kinds...only possible from the church area!

Just as the atmosphere suddenly became tense, the sound of amber came from the deepest part of the room: "Let them come in, I know they are coming."

The clerk at the door stared at the three people in front of him, and stepped back a little to let the way out. When the three entered the room, he immediately probed and quickly glanced at the outside situation, confirming that no one was ambushing or tracking. I quickly retreated and closed the door.

The three people who entered the house came to the amber in a few pairs of sights. The latter looked up and down the tall and thin man who was obviously the leader. After a moment, he took the initiative to break the silence: "I thought you would not appear there. Only an alternative solution can be taken."

The tall, thin man showed a bitter smile: "... We have been looking for you for a long time, but I didn't think you were hiding in a place so close to the church area, it was just under our eyes."

"The safer the safer the place, the more faithful the place is, the less faithful there is," Amber said in a word that the high-skinned man in front of his face shook a little, and then she did not give the other party a chance to refute, followed by "Introduction Let me know, my subordinates can be curious."

"...Savient," the tall, thin man was silent for a moment, then a little tangled, "low-level priest, manager of the western chapel. These two are my friends Amere Crete and Mann Ronnie."

Amber nodded and explained to the subordinates around him: "This person named Saven Terry is my greeting. I secretly stuffed a small note on him and agreed to let him come."

The officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau in the room were a little surprised, but the people here were all cultivated by Amber. They realized almost instantly that the three priests running out of the church area meant nothing, so no one. Questioning, but quietly watching the development of things.

"To tell the truth, I thought I would only come by you alone," Amber looked at the sergeant named Saven Terry. He had a little bit of play in his tone. "When I heard three footsteps, I almost gave it. You sentenced to death."

Sievert did not pay attention to the looming threat of Amber, but curiously asked: "Why do you contact me?"

This tall and thin middle-aged priest is one of the disciplinary priests who used to wear robes, walk barefoot, and be supervised by the monks in the heresy square. However, the disciplinary officer was not only one of them. Make him feel extra curious.

Amber replied casually: "There was a pastor who was preaching in the South. Luancheng passed by. His name is Wright."

"Wright...the big man?" Savendy briefly groaned, and then he reacted. "Oh, then I understand... It seems that he is there for you. I remember him, since the magic reform. I rarely see a classical pastor like him. How is his recent situation?"

"It's okay, the **** of the light has smashed him, and then he smashed the **** of the light, and now he licks his own light, and is leading the team to teach others the light," Amber shrugged, "about His situation will not be understood for a while, I will only tell you a sentence: Wright said that if there are still the last few people in Luan City holding a conscience, then Savenly must be one of them. You are so Selected."

"Is the conscience known to be the rare quality of the clergy?" Savitri's tone was ridiculously mocked, but his expression quickly returned to normal after ridicule, and he looked at the short half-elves in front of him. And the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau in the room, the expression on the face is very complicated. "You... or the duke behind you, what do you want?"

Amber smiled slightly, euphemistically and politely said: "I want to let the Church of the Light go out."

The skin on Sievert’s face shook again: “You are not afraid that I will go to the cathedral to tell you right away?”

"If you are stupid, don't say it. It will make me doubt Wright's vision. Now, you should not be in a position to see the situation. Will we worry about your report? In addition... you think the Church of the Light is still Can you stand firm in the South?"

Savenley’s face was cloudy and he seemed to want to refute something. However, before he spoke, Amber suddenly took a piece of paper from the table beside him and handed it to the priest: “Look at it.”

Sventuri took the paper curiously. He just thought it was a flyer printed by Cecil, but after seeing the above, his expression solidified.

It was a newspaper, the date was yesterday, and the first edition of the newspaper wrote a line of headlines in a huge font:

"Luan City is wicked, and millions of people in the south are looking forward to the Lord to rebuild the order of the Light."

Under the astonishing headline, the sage tribe saw a dizzying picture: in the vivid black and white portrait, it was the Knights of the Holy See and the church soldiers in Lu’an who dragged the smashed civilians who were beaten. We walked onto the scene of the fire.

This heterosexual trial picture, which was already very common in recent years, is particularly horrible due to the angle of the photographer and the atmosphere of the square background.

"This is a newspaper. I don't know if you have heard of this in the case of being blocked, but I can tell you that this thing is spread throughout the South and is issued twice a week. You think that the flyers that have been scattered into the city these days. How much? In fact... those leaflets are simply the corners of printing these newspapers."

Seventri stunned the newspaper in his hand, and all his persistence and luck were gone.

It turns out that the terrible and overwhelming flyers in Lu’an are just the tip of the iceberg of all the actions of the Cecil.

When I thought about how long these people lurked in Luan City, how many people thought that these people had spread the situation in Luan City through some kind of magical power, the **** official felt chilling.

And all this...is the terrible founding hero, Gao Wensai Sil, planning it?

"Exile the Holy Light... What can you get?"

The devout light of the sacred officer finally spoke up, and his voice stunned and shocked himself.

"You made a mistake. We didn't intend to exile the light from the beginning," Amber immediately corrected the other's statement. "We have to exile, but the church has exiled the church, and the people can get the light."

"Exile the church?" Savenly's heart, which was about to sink into the end, suddenly jumped. He seemed to have grasped the point. "You mean..."

"The new order of the Holy Light... Ha, I really didn't think that I would discuss this kind of thing with a holy light official, but whoever makes this my work, we will establish a new order of the Holy Light, and all this is only needed Your little cooperation."