in the darkness.

The faint artificial lights of the stars shimmer in the dark streets.

The cold and cold night wind travels between the buildings, carrying the rancid smell in the corner of the gutter to blow through the streets and alleys. The ancient buildings stand in this dead and cold night, the starlight from the ancient sky Sprinkle it and sprinkle it on the roof, the spire and the wall, so that these dark things reveal a vague outline in the darkness, and in the crack between the contours, there are people flashing from time to time.

The people who stared at the stars flashed with a nervous and determined atmosphere. They walked in a slightly panic in the darkness, passing a message between neighbors, relatives and friends who needed to suppress the voice: "Wait for The first bell of dawn is ringing."

The cobbler, who was wrapped in a headscarf, walked on the dark street. The night wind in the early morning seemed to be malicious, so he couldn’t help but tremble slightly. He didn’t know if it was because of fear or because of excitement, or simply The cold, but he felt like a flame was burning in his chest. With this flame, he dared to leave the door and take to the streets at this time.

The curfews issued by the priests in the church area have long since disappeared. The soldiers patrolling the streets and the Knights of the Holy See have disappeared. The outer city has lost control for several days, and a dark tide hidden in the darkness is in the dark. These days, it is gradually rising, and now it is finally time to ruin it.

There was a new figure on the dark street, and the cobbler’s footsteps were slightly hesitant, but he quickly identified the figure as a darner who knew him well. The two people’s footsteps quickly moved closer, and they looked at each other’s faces in the dark. Expression, low voice whispered and asked: "Wait for the bell? Wait for the bell."

A little swaying fire moved out of the corner of the street, and the cobbler and the darter immediately looked in the direction of the fire. They saw the man holding the torch and a blacksmith who was famous for his boldness, coming to them, behind the blacksmith. It is a woman with an oil lamp, a farmer holding a grass fork, and an apprentice with a stick.

The blacksmith handed the torch to the cobbler: "Don't cover it, it's already a death sin."

More and more people are coming out of their homes. Some are craftsmen, some are farmers, some are apprentices. These skinny people are like coming out of hell, but there are flames beating in the eyes of each of them. They are in the streets. There is a gathering between them, and more and more torches and oil lamps gradually illuminate the streets and lanes with the crowd gathering. In the swaying fire, there is a pair of still chaotic, but extremely firm eyes.

"When the bell rings, act. Remember, friends with white cloth on their arms. Friends outside the city? They have arrived..."

No one can tell the truth from whom it was first circulated, and no one can tell who is driving everything tonight, but everyone knows that they have eaten the last food in the family and gathered together. Their last physical strength, they may not live tonight, but as long as tomorrow's rising sun rises, everyone will be free.

The cobbler, Bloom, held the torch and stared at the head of the city in the west. On the dark wall, a light was flashing.

The soldiers guarding the gates looked at the situation under the wall with oil lamps, and there were two other soldiers who were as nervous as themselves, and in front of him, a crowd of black people in the vast wilderness outside the city, and There are countless swaying lights in the crowd.

These people gathered from the villages and towns near Lu’an City, near the city, and even from the neighboring land, gathered in the wilderness. The commotion from them is getting louder and louder. More people are rushing behind this team. The stone road came, and the light of the torch continued to stretch in the wilderness, as if a giant snake burning with flames was gradually trapping the city of the church that had stood for hundreds of years.

In the wilderness, the most striking thing is those who stand at the front of the crowd, wearing heavy white armor, shoulder-shouldered hammers, and swaying around.

Those are the white knights from Cecil.

What they represent at this moment is not the armed forces of Cecil, but the new order of the Light.

"Open...Open the gate?" The soldier trembled and asked the veteran next to him. He felt the white cloth **** his arm. The voice was full of fear. "Will they take us too..."

The veteran is also immersed in fear, but he knows that there is no choice but to stop. After the priests completely closed the gates of the church area, the soldiers who were stranded in the outer city and the walls were already completely abandoned. After supporting the waist, the soldiers with their brains took the initiative to lay down the sword and became the accomplice of this chaos or the allies of this righteous act.

"Open the city gate," the veteran said. "Let the Cecils come in, and the blockade of the city is over."

The winch covered with iron sheet began to rotate, and the chain led the bearing to make a squeaking sound. The heavy city gate of Lu’an City finally opened again after several decades of closure. The crowd gathered in the wilderness looked at the gradually opening. The gates of the city, followed by countless pairs of eyes, fell in front of the team.

The white knights wearing heavy armor took the lead in taking the lead. Those who covered the steel all over the place seemed to give people endless courage like the lighthouse in the night. The huge team moved and followed the white knight. Luan City.

The soldiers who opened the gates trembled in the shadows of the side, watching the heavy armor knights lead the crowd silently, watching the huge and chaotic team pass through the gates, they saw them in this team. Almost any professional farmer, blacksmith, cobbler, and stonemason who have seen him in his life, both the poor dressed in rags and the well-dressed businessmen, some who only carry grass forks and sticks, while others With long swords and spears, they have ordinary people, but some are like mercenaries who have just stepped down from the battlefield...

The soldiers even had an illusion that he felt like the people from the entire South had gathered here.

......

Half an hour before the rise of the first line of sunlight, a lot of heavy and chaotic footsteps were created on the streets paved with gravel and a few slabs. The footsteps even caused the entire ground to tremble slightly. With these movements, the brilliance of countless torches emerged from all directions, and there were countless strange but friendly faces in the swaying fire.

Soldiers dressed in strange whites and all over the body, like light casting, came out of the crowd. These soldiers came to the restless Luan citizens and passed under the helmet decorated with wings and inscribed with scriptures. Come to a low and friendly voice: "We are the white knights under the head of the great priest. Let us help the people of the Light."

As described in the news circulating in the city a few days ago, the ally of the Light appeared in the darkness, and the mighty white knight led the Holy Light people from all directions to come and help the sinking in the darkness. Holy City.

The two teams quickly merged together, and under the leadership of some guides, the huge team began to move in the direction of the cathedral.

There are dozens of white knights surrounded by the light. They only occupy a small part of the whole crowd, but they are at the forefront like the front, and between these knights, the shadow of a group of hustle does not cause Anyone's attention is close to the leader of the Knights.

The figure of amber emerged from the shadows. She looked up at the burly white knight: "I didn't expect to gather so many people..."

The burly white knight was Wright. He didn't wear a helmet. His scarred face was full of perseverance. He looked down at the petite half-elf: "They come from the entire Luan area and the nearby Carlo. In the city, the team gathered in the wilderness for a few days. This is your credit. Without you, people will not see the truth of the decay and decay of the Church of Light, and it is impossible to consciously gather together with such indignation."

"I will accept this praise," Amber said with a little smugness. Then there was a hint of curiosity in the tone. "But I didn't expect you to come in person as the head of the Protestant, you didn't stay in the rear... Daddy... Did the Duke send you?"

"My own decision," Wright said faintly, then he paused for two seconds, and his tone was more serious than in the past. "This is our mission."

Amber blinked, listening to Light's awe-inspiring sound continued in the night:

"Cesil took root in the dark mountains, which made it face the threat of wasteland, and whenever Cecil was attacked by a distorted body, the lord would always stand on the line of defense. From him I learned something about the leader. A decision may make sacrifices for hundreds of people. Sometimes this decision is necessary. Sometimes the sacrifice of the people is voluntary, but the leader can never accept these sacrifices with peace of mind. He must and those who sacrifice. Stand together and be ready to bleed at any time.

"This is a war of light. For the change of the Holy Light, for the freedom of faith, the unarmed ordinary people are going to challenge the extraordinary who are far stronger than them. This change will inevitably cause people to bleed. This bloodshed is necessary. But as a Protestant leader, I can't just let them bleed.

"So I am coming."

Wright took the mechanical power warhammer wrapped around the sacred cloth and walked forward with firm steps, while the amber was a little bit stunned in the same place. After a few seconds, the half-elf shook his head: "The guy It’s really a little stranger around me...”

Ten minutes before dawn, the crowd gathered in the large fan-shaped square in front of the church area.

This place used to perform heretical trials and fire rituals is crowded with people at this moment. The smell of flame burning oil permeates the entire square. More and more people are coming from all directions, but the limited squares can no longer accommodate more. Many people, so those who came from farther can only gather in the nearby streets.

As the crowd grew more and more, as time went by, more and more loud noises began to sound from everywhere, and even strangers began to shout out angry slogans in the crowd, with mercenaries wielding swords high. The cursing man in the church, the businessman with the waving cane angered the injustice of the Church of Light, and some people stood on several high platforms on the edge of the square, waving their fists and scolding the priests in the cathedral as villains, butchers and eating. The excitement of the devil of human flesh even shocked the people of Luan in the square. They could hardly imagine why these allies from afar would be so angry with the priests in the cathedral.

This anger even surpassed them.

The terrible movement in the square passed into the church area. The **** officials who had locked themselves in the inner city walls for a few days were finally unable to sit still. They climbed strangely to the inner walls and towers of the inner city. Look at what is going on outside and then it becomes a panic.

people.

There are people everywhere in the square.

That is the crowd that can make the gods and knights with extraordinary powers feel terrified.

At the same time, in front of a key sacred node in the inner city chapel area, Savitri quietly confronted a priest wearing a black robe and tattoos on his head.

Looking at the church compatriots in front of him, Savenly sighed: "Retreat, Alcott, there is no other way."

However, the monk in the black robe was just standing in front of the magical array. For a long time, he broke the silence: "The Knights and other disciplined monks will soon notice the anomaly in the chapel..."

Sievertley couldn't help but step forward, excited: "Can they resist here for a while, can they resist a lifetime?!"

The black robe priest looked at Savitri's eyes and said calmly: "...but my mission is to hold the barrier in the chapel area unless death terminates my mission."

Looking at the calm expression of the priest in front of him, Savin suddenly read the real information from it.

He frowned, his voice filled with sorrow: "Alcott, I know, in that heresy trial... Although you hide well, you are also a shaken one. Don't stick to it, I know you. You know what the church has done over the years, and you know that they have been intensified in the last year..."

"I am a monk, and maintaining the order of the church is everything to me. This is the oath that I made before the light," the black robe monk quietly interrupted the words of Sentry. "You still remember that you are in the light." What is the vow of the former?"

Responding to this monk is a ten-second silence and a firm statement: "... Of course, remember, never forget."

"That's good," the monk monk gently sighed, revealing a relaxed look. "Priest, do what you should do."

Sevingri was a little helpless. He went to the black priest in front of him, but he seemed to forget what he should do.

"The bell is ringing."

The words of the black robe priest made him suddenly wake up.

He looked at the black robes in front of him in amazement and heard the other quietly saying:

"...I am a monk, I know all the secrets in these churches, this is my job... Pastor, do what you should do, the fragile door can't stop the angry crowd, if the bell knocks After the sound, the magic array is still running, and many people will die."

Saventree felt that his blood was gradually solidifying, and the feeling of cold spread from the heart to the limbs. He heard the first bell ringing from afar and heard the last request of a devout person:

"Kill me, save the Holy Light."

The warm feeling spread from the fingers, and Sventuri felt that the blood that had gradually solidified had regained its temperature. He saw a short sword in his hand, and the tip of the short sword fell into the chest of the monk.

The commander monk fell, and the sacred node of the chapel area lay quietly on the platform behind him, and the holy rune shone with a slight glow.

Savenley rushed to the node, and the monk of the black robe fell to the ground obliquely. In the low humming sound of the stop of the magical array, he heard that the bells coming from afar became clearer and brighter. I heard the sound of the collapse of the church door.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the last breath brought a soft whisper:

"Oh God……"