Chapter 367 Dim Light

Bishop Megall, who happens to have the same name as the Pope of the Church of Dreams seven hundred years ago, is the head of the church in the Central Diocese. Wright is no stranger to this name—the Vatican decree that ordered him to preach in the South, a note bearing the name of Megall.

It's just that Bishop Megall, who signed the decree, may not even know that such a person exists, and that bishop has to sign a lot of things every day.

The priest of the Holy Light in front of Wright gave his reasons for his judgment with integrity, his tone was unquestionable, his expression was extremely pious, and the man who was declared an evil heresy whimpered in a low voice - the soldier's heavy A kick might have broken his ribs, his voice was filled with great pain, and the woman in the tattered dress tried hard to beg the soldier to let go of her husband, but the magic of the law of silence still bound her throat , to keep her silent.

Wright fell silent for a while.

So, what those who fled from the Plains of the Holy Spirit to the Southland were speaking the truth.

Therefore, the news from the businessmen that the Church of the Holy Light is persecuting Ability God believers in the Holy Spirit Plain area and amassing wealth is also true.

He raised his head, looked at his "compatriots in the church", and asked aloud, "Will they be judged?"

"They have already been judged," the pastor said casually. "What I just said is the judgment."

"Then what will they face?" Wright asked again.

"Is there any need to ask?" This time it was one of the soldiers who spoke up, "The man pulled dozens of whips in the square, and the woman was locked up in a water prison for a few days, and then it was up to them whether they were willing to plead guilty. Take it to the church in town, and then it's up to the priests."

"The Light will give them a chance," continued the priest in the white gold-brimmed hat, who presumably thought Wright was an ascetic in a remote monastery, with a hint of impatience in his voice. "They They can take refuge in the Holy Light, and then hand over half of their property as atonement, and they will be innocent in the future. Of course, they can also refuse to pay-then they can only go to the fire to verify whether their souls are still saved.

"

The last sentence seemed very humorous, and the two soldiers at the scene couldn't help but laugh.

Wright silently glanced at the priest in front of him, and then glanced at the two soldiers next to him. He could see that these two soldiers were not the Templars of the church, but should be the private soldiers of the local lords—these soldiers would Follow the priest to arrest people, so the local lord must have also benefited a lot from the redemption money.

"You have arrested a lot of people like this," he looked at the priest wearing a white gold-brimmed hat with an unprecedented calm tone. "How many gold coins can you earn from such a poor commoner?"

The pastor couldn't help frowning, and his expression suddenly showed a hint of vigilance: "Brother, you shouldn't care about this - this is the place where Relvin Church is."

"Oh," Light nodded and looked at the positions of the two soldiers next to him, "Sheng Guang asked me to tell you something."

The two soldiers looked at each other inexplicably, and the priest wearing a soft hat subconsciously felt a hint of danger, and couldn't help but put his hand on the holy emblem on his chest: "What do you want to do?"

Wright said lightly: "The Holy Light tells us to stand up in the face of evil—"

As these words fell, he suddenly twisted his body, raised his arms, and his huge fists made a whistling sound in the air, hitting the head of the soldier closest to him like a stone bullet!

The soldier seemed to be stunned. He had been in the Holy Spirit Plain, where there was no war for many years. Usually, he could only wave a sword to scare the civilians. Facing this sudden attack, he didn't even react at all. He only heard a loud bang. The casserole-sized fist slammed into the soldier's helmet - the helmet made of steel exploded around the soldier's head like an upside-down bell, and then he flew out.

Before flying out, the soldier completely fainted, and his helmet slumped in a large piece, as if it had been struck by a warhammer.

After the punch, Wright didn't take back his strength, but took advantage of his inertia to turn half a circle and swept his leg towards the other soldier. The latter finally reacted at this time, jumping back in a hurry, and then from He drew his one-handed sword from his waist and stabbed at Wright!

Wright was not afraid of the sharp steel sword. His hands were suddenly filled with holy white light, and then he directly reached out and grabbed the steel blade with his flesh and blood. The holy light was in his palms. Surging and turning into a solid barrier, the soldier was horrified to find that the sword he stabbed with all his strength was actually caught by the priest in robes - the sword seemed to be stuck in the crack of the city wall. In the same way, no matter how hard he used his whole body, he couldn't get it out!

Wright once swore that he would not use the Holy Light to do damage, but that didn't mean he couldn't use the Holy Light to defend against the enemy.

At this moment, a wave of magic power suddenly came from behind, Wright didn't turn his head, just grabbed the blade in his hand tightly, and the steel weapon was covered with cracks, and then he pulled and tugged hard, holding the sword. The soldier dragged him in front of him, smashed the shield in the soldier's hand with the other hand, and grabbed the opponent's neck - just like carrying a chicken, he threw the soldier at the other. Pastor's direction.

The priest wearing a white gold-rimmed hat glared, and in shock, he condensed a holy shock at a rapid speed, but the hot rays of light only hit the soldier who was thrown over, and the latter was hit by the powerful holy The power of light slammed into his chest, and he screamed suddenly, and passed out in mid-air, while the priest who released the magic could only dodge to the side in embarrassment.

Before he could stand still, Wright charged up.

"The Holy Light tells us that bullying the weak should be spurned!"

Following this sentence, a huge fist slammed into the priest's chest, but a shield with a faint golden light appeared out of thin air, helping the priest to block the heavy blow, and his body flew backwards. The disintegrating sacred shield scatters all the way like blood.

Wright didn't give the priest a chance to get up. He rushed up again, directly relied on the huge advantage of his body and pressed the opponent into the dirt, and then raised his fists high.

"The Light tells us that slander and slander are more than robbers!"

The fist slammed down heavily, and the terrified priest re-condensed a layer of shield with the fastest speed in his life, and in the next second, he saw that the shield was smashed into countless fine cracks with one punch. Countless dots of light splashed out from the shield.

The priest wanted to swear, and he wanted to curse to release any possible counter-spell, but a huge sense of oppression shocked his thinking, making him unable to utter a complete sentence - Wright was too familiar with the priest's battle process. , he will not give the priest any chance to resist.

The heavy fist was raised again, hitting the shield of holy light with the sound of howling wind——

"The Holy Light tells us that the act of greed and making money is the closest thing to a beast!" "Bang——"

"The Holy Light tells us that doing evil in a holy name is better than doing evil in a bad name!" "Bang—"

"The Holy Light tells us that unrighteous actions are no different from doing evil if not punished!" "Bang!"

The heavy fist smashed the crumbling layer of the holy light shield. The holy light could no longer protect the priest lying in the mud. Wright punched the terrified face, and the latter immediately bleeds.

Wright grabbed the priest by the collar, pulled him in front of him, stared into the other's eyes and asked word by word, "The Holy Light told you so much, do you remember?"

The priest's face was covered in blood, and his terrified eyes seemed to be looking at a lunatic. The words came out of his throat: "Remember... remember..."

"No, you didn't remember," Wright shook his head, pushed the priest back into the dirt, raised his right fist high, and dropped it suddenly, "You're just scared of being hit by me."

With a muffled sound, the priest, who was wearing a white robe and a white gold-brimmed soft hat, was bleeding from his nose and mouth, and finally passed out completely.

"The Holy Light tells us that we should be restrained."

Wright sighed softly and stood up slowly.

The layer of holy light around him and on his fist to protect himself has disappeared for some time.

He walked towards the commoner couple and bent down to check their condition, but the first thing he heard was the woman's low exclamation - the magic of silence acting on this woman finally failed.

"Don't be afraid, you're safe," Wright whispered, carefully examining the man's injuries—the young farmer was bruised and bloody, apparently beaten before he was dragged out , but his worst injury was apparently the one kicked by the soldier with his iron boot, and he breathed in pain and put his hand to his chest: his rib was indeed broken.

Wright knew how to fix a bone. He dealt with the man's injury and told him not to move, and then whispered to the Holy Light for a response.

Only a dim light appeared before him, and it was almost fleeting.

Wright was stunned for a moment, and seemed to understand something.

But he didn't say anything, just took out the prepared holy water and healing amulet from his arms. With the power of these magical items, he finally healed the man's wounds.

"Thank you...Thank you..." The young farmer got up from the ground and thanked him with a pale face. Although he still couldn't understand what happened, he at least knew that the man who seemed to be a priest in front of him was trying to save him.

"You'd better leave this village," Wright accepted and reminded him, "You can't live here anymore."

He knew that the matter of being born here would soon spread to the church and the lord. Those villagers who saw the fight in the distance would definitely run to inform him. Although he was the one who did it, the lord and the priest in the church It wouldn't matter so much—and even without the conflict, Wright knew that the couple in front of him would not be able to survive in this place.

They have been charged with trumped-up charges and regarded as heretics by the Church of the Holy Light. There are only two outcomes they can face. Either they will be burned to death by the fire, or they will repent and convert in the church, and then hand over half of them. The family property is used as "redemption money", but for poor people like them, is there any way to survive after handing over half of their family property?

Their land will be taken away and become the property of the church or the lord, and their houses will be no exception. At best, they will become serfs after this and continue to cultivate fields that no longer belong to them - worse As a result, they died of hunger and cold when winter came.

All this was doomed before Wright arrived.

"But where can we go..." The woman in the sackcloth skirt twisted her clothes in pain. She had never left the village in her life, and she couldn't think of any way to survive at the moment, "Where are we going to survive..."

"I have learned the craft of carpentry," said the young farmer, "but the lord will surely bring us back..."

"Go to Cecil, to the south," Wright said suddenly. "There's your way there."

"Cecil?" The couple looked at each other. They were ignorant and ignorant. They didn't know the existence of the pioneering collar.

Wright took a deep breath and then let it out slowly. He looked at the two people in front of him and said solemnly, "I'll take you there."

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