Chapter 492 The First Bell of Dawn

in the darkness.

Dimly flickering man-made lights flickered in the dark alleys.

The increasingly cold night wind swept through the buildings, carrying the rancid smell from the corners of the gutter across the streets and alleys. The ancient buildings stood in this dead and cold night, and the stars were shining from the eternal sky. Sprinkling it on the roofs, spires and city walls, making these dark things reveal vague outlines in the dark night, and in the gaps between the outlines, people flashed by from time to time.

Those figures who took advantage of the starlight flashed by with a tense and decisive aura, they took a slightly flustered step in the dark, and passed a message among neighbors, relatives and friends that needed to keep their voices down: "Wait. The first bell of dawn rings."

The hooded cobbler Bloom was walking on the dark streets. The night wind in the early morning seemed to be malicious, and he couldn't help shaking slightly - he didn't know whether the shaking was due to fear or excitement, or It was just pure cold, but he felt as if there was a flame burning in his chest. With this flame, he dared to leave the door and walk into the street at this time.

The curfew orders issued by the priests in the church district have long since disappeared, and the soldiers and knights of the Holy See who patrolled the streets have also disappeared. The outer city has been out of control for several days, and a dark tide that was originally hidden in the darkness These days, it has gradually risen, and now it is finally time for it to be destroyed.

A new figure appeared on the dark street. The cobbler's footsteps were a little hesitant, but he quickly recognized that the figure was a darner he knew well, and the two quickly moved closer, looking at each other's faces in the dark. With an expression on his face, he lowered his voice and asked softly: "Wait for the bell?" "Wait for the bell."

A swaying flame moved from a street corner not far away, and the cobbler and the darner immediately looked in the direction where the flame was lit. They saw a man holding a torch-a blacksmith known for his daring and daring came towards them, Behind the blacksmith was a woman with an oil lamp, a farmer with a pitchfork, and an apprentice with a club.

The blacksmith handed the torch in his hand to the cobbler: "Don't hide it, it's already a death penalty when you go out."

More and more people are coming out of their homes, some are craftsmen, some are farmers, some are apprentices, these scrawny people are like coming out of hell, but there is a flame in each of their eyes, they are in the street. As the crowd gathered, more and more torches and oil lamps gradually illuminated the streets and alleys. In the flickering firelight, there were pairs of eyes that were still chaotic, but extremely firm.

"Wait until the bell strikes." "Remember, the one with the white cloth on his arm is the friend." "Where are the friends from outside the city?" "They have already arrived..."

No one can tell where the news first started, and no one can tell who is driving everything tonight, but everyone knows -- they've eaten the last food in the house, and they're together. With their last strength, they may not be able to survive tonight, but as long as the sun rises tomorrow, everyone will be free.

The cobbler Bloom held a torch and cast his gaze towards the city head due west, where a little fire was flashing on the dark city wall.

The soldier who was guarding the city gate held the oil lamp and looked nervously at the situation under the city wall. Next to him were two other soldiers who were as nervous as himself, and in front of him was a dark crowd on the vast field outside the city, and Countless swaying flames in the crowd.

These people from the villages and towns near Lu'an City, the city, and even the territory next door gathered in the field, and the commotion from them was getting louder and louder. Behind the team, more people were following the broken The stone road came, and the light of the torches stretched across the wilderness, as if a giant snake burning with flames was gradually trapping this city of churches that had stood for hundreds of years.

In the wilderness, the most eye-catching are those who stand at the front of the crowd, wearing thick white armor, carrying giant hammers on their shoulders, and radiating brilliance all over their bodies.

Those are the white knights from Cecil.

They are not representing Cecil's armed forces at this moment, but the new Holy Light order.

"Open... open the city gate?" The soldier asked the old soldier beside him tremblingly. He touched the white cloth belt on his arm, and his voice was full of fear, "Will they take us..."

The veteran was also immersed in fear, but he knew that he had no choice. As long as the priests completely closed the door of the church area, these soldiers who were stranded in the outer city and the city walls were already completely abandoned. After losing the church After backing up, the soldiers with brains took the initiative to put down their swords and became an accomplice in this chaos - or, an ally in this righteous deed.

"Open the gate," said the veteran, "and let the Cecils in, and the blockade of this city will be over."

The winch covered with iron began to turn, and the chain drove the bearing to make a creaking sound. After being closed for dozens of days, the heavy gate of Lu'an City finally opened again. The crowd gathered in the wilderness watched the gradually opening. The city gate, and then the eyes of countless pairs of eyes fell in front of the team.

The white knights in heavy armor took the lead to step forward. These people covered in steel were like beacons in the night, giving people endless courage. The huge team moved and followed the white knights. Luan City.

The soldiers who opened the city gate hid in the shadows tremblingly, watching the heavy armored knights lead the crowd silently, watching the huge and chaotic team pass through the city gate, and they saw them in this team. Almost any occupation I've seen in my life--farmer, blacksmith, cobbler, mason, poor in rags to well-dressed merchants, some carrying only pitchforks and sticks, some People are carrying long swords and spears. Some of them are ordinary people, while others are like mercenaries who have just walked off the battlefield...

The soldier even had an illusion, he felt as if the entire southern border had gathered here.

...

Half an hour before the first rays of the sun rose, there was a large number of heavy and chaotic footsteps on the street paved with gravel and a few slates. The footsteps even made the whole ground start to tremble slightly, accompanied by With these movements, the light of countless torches emerged from all directions, and in the swaying firelight appeared countless unfamiliar but friendly faces.

Warriors dressed in peculiar white heavy armor, whose whole body seemed to be cast from light, walked out from the crowd. These warriors came to the anxious Luan citizens, and passed from under the helmets decorated with wings and inscribed with scriptures. Come to a low and friendly voice: "We are the white knights under the patriarch, and we are here to help the people of the Holy Light."

As described in the news that has been circulating in the city since a few days ago - the allies of the Holy Light appeared in the darkness, and the powerful white knight led the Holy Light people from all directions to rescue this city in the dark. The fallen holy city.

The two teams quickly merged together, and led by some guides, the huge team began to move towards the cathedral.

There are dozens of white knights surrounded by holy light. They only make up a small part of the entire crowd, but they walk in the forefront like sharp arrows. Between these knights, a hazy shadow does not cause Anyone's attention approached the leader of the knight order.

Amber's figure emerged from the shadows, and she looked up at the burly white knight: "I didn't expect so many people to gather..."

The burly white knight was Wright. He didn't wear a helmet, and his scarred face was full of determination. He slightly lowered his head and glanced at the petite half-elf: "They come from the entire Luan region and the nearby Carlo. In Seoul, the team gathered in the wilderness for several days - this is your credit, without you, people would not have seen the truth of the corruption and depravity of the Church of the Holy Light, and it would have been impossible for them to gather so indignantly and consciously."

"I accepted this compliment," Amber said with a little smugness, and then there was a hint of curiosity in his tone, "but I didn't expect you to come in person--as the Patriarch of the Protestant Church, you didn't stay behind. ... Lao Zong... The Duke sent you here?"

"My own decision," Wright said lightly, then he paused for two seconds, his tone more serious than usual, "This is our mission."

Amber blinked, listening to Wright's solemn voice continuing to sound in the night:

"Cecil's roots in the Dark Mountains make it always face the threat of the wasteland, and whenever Cecil is attacked by an aberration, the lord will always stand on the line of defense. I learned one thing from him-- A decision of a leader may cost hundreds of people. Sometimes the decision is necessary, and sometimes the sacrifice of the people is voluntary, but the leader can never accept these sacrifices with peace of mind. He must communicate with those who make sacrifices. stand together and be ready to bleed together.

"This is a war of the Holy Light. For the change of the Holy Light, for the freedom of belief, the unarmed ordinary people are going to challenge the supernatural beings who are far stronger than them. There will be bloodshed in this change. This bloodshed is necessary, But as a Protestant leader, I can't just let them bleed.

"So here I am."

Wright carried the mechanical-powered warhammer wrapped around the covenant belt and walked forward with firm steps, while Amber was a little dazed in place, and after a few seconds, the half-elf shook his head: "That guy There are really some weird people around..."

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

This place used to carry out heresy trials and burning rituals is now crowded with people, and the smell of burning grease permeates the entire square. More and more people are still pouring in from all directions, but the limited square has long been unable to accommodate more people. There are so many people that those who have come from farther have to gather in the nearby streets.

As the crowd grew, and as time went on, louder and louder noises began to sound from everywhere, and even strangers began to shout angry slogans in the crowd, and mercenaries wielding swords Cursing the cowards in the church, some businessmen waving sticks denounced the injustice of the Church of the Holy Light, and some people stood on several high platforms on the edge of the square, waving their fists to denounce the priests in the cathedral as villains, butchers and eaters. The demon of human flesh - this fierce anger even shocked the Luan people in the square. They couldn't imagine why these allies who came from afar would be so angry with the priests in the cathedral.

The anger even surpassed them.

The terrifying movement in the square spread into the church district. Those priests who had been locked up in the inner city walls and pretended to be deaf and dumb for many days finally couldn't sit still. They climbed up the city walls and towers of the inner city in surprise, wanting to See what's going on outside - then the surprise turns to horror.

people.

The square was full of people.

It was a crowd that could frighten priests and knights with extraordinary power.

At the same time, in front of a key divine magic circle node in the small church district of the inner city, Seventree quietly confronted a priest in a black robe and tattooed on his head.

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

However, the discipline cultivator in black robe just stood motionless in front of the magic formation. After a long time, he broke his silence: "The Knights and other discipline cultivators will soon notice the abnormality in the chapel..."

Seventree couldn't help but take a step forward and said excitedly: "Can they resist here for a while, or for a lifetime?!"

The black-robed priest looked into Seventree's eyes and said calmly: "...but my mission is to hold the barrier of the chapel—unless death terminates my mission."

Seeing the calm expression of the cleric in front of him, Seven suddenly read the real information from it.

He frowned, his voice full of sadness: "Alcott, I know, in that heresy trial... Although you hid well, you were also one who was shaken. Don't hold on, I know you You know what the church has done over the years, and you also know that they have intensified in the past year..."

"I am a monk of discipline, maintaining the order of the church is my everything, this is the oath I made before the Holy Light," the black-robed monk interrupted Seventree calmly, "You still remember that you were in the Holy Light. The oath you made before?"

In response to this discipline monk, there was a ten-second silence and a firm sentence: "...Of course I remember, and I will never forget it."

"That's good," the discipline monk sighed softly, showing a relaxed look, "Pastor, do what you should do."

Seventree was at a loss, he walked towards the black-robed priest in front of him, but he seemed to have forgotten what to do.

"The bell is almost tolling."

The words of the black-robed priest suddenly woke him up.

He looked at the black-robed priest in front of him in astonishment, and heard the other person say quietly:

"...I'm a Discipline friar, I know all the secrets in these churches, it's my job...Pastor, do what you're supposed to do, that flimsy door can't keep out the angry crowd, if the bell rings After the sound, the magic circle is still running, and many people will die."

Seventree felt that his blood was gradually solidifying, and the cold feeling spread from his heart to his limbs. He heard the vague first bell in the distance, and heard the last request of a devout:

"Kill me, save Shengguang."

A warm feeling spread from between his fingers, and Seventree felt that his gradually coagulated blood regained its temperature. He saw a dagger in his hand, and the tip of the dagger sank into the chest of the monk of discipline.

The Discipline monk fell, and the divine magic circle node in the chapel area lay quietly on the platform behind him, where the holy runes shone slightly.

Seventree rushed to the node, and the black-robed cultivator of discipline fell to the ground. In the low humming from the stop of the magic circle, he heard the bell from afar becoming clearer and louder. I heard the sound of the door of the church district collapsing.

He exhaled, and in his last breath came a soft murmur:

"Oh God……"