Chapter 73 73 Sebastian's Loyalty

Chapter 73 -73- Sebastian's Loyalty

This is a sparse forest.

In the woods, a dilapidated wooden house is hidden in the bushes.

In the wooden house, Sebastian is half lying in the weeds, his face pale.

He is covered in blood, his elegant tuxedo has been tattered, and the left half of the sleeve is empty. His entire left arm seems to have been cut off from the shoulder by some sharp weapon.

The gurgling blood flows down his wound and gathers into a stream under him.

As a long-lived fire elf, he can deeply feel the rapid loss of his vitality.

Struggling to raise his head, Sebastian looks out the window.

The golden energy shield has covered the wooden house.

He recognized it. It was one of the iconic divine arts of the Holy Royal Court Inquisition, the divine art of sealing and imprisonment, the prisoner of trial.

This complex and cumbersome divine art is generally only used when sealing the space of some large forces.

But now, it works on him alone.

"Heh, you actually used the Prisoner of Judgment directly. The Great Knight really thinks highly of me."

With a laugh, Sebastian raised his right hand with difficulty, skillfully took out a goblet from the storage space, and poured the last bit of red wine in the bottle into it.

He raised the goblet gracefully and sipped it gently.

"Sebastian, you are surrounded."

"The Great Knight said that if you can surrender voluntarily and seal your own power, the Inquisition can spare your life and give you a chance to reform!"

"Are you still waiting for someone to save you? The Inquisition has already launched a sacred judgment on the Rose Society. I guess the Rose Society has been wiped out now."

The shouts of the Inquisition Knights came from outside the wooden house, constantly persuading Sebastian to surrender.

Sebastian sneered:

"Surrender? Join the Inquisition Force and become cannon fodder?"

"I even betrayed Luna Island. No one can force me to do something I don't want to do!"

"If you have the guts, come in!"

Surrender?

He is a proud fire elf.

The word "surrender" has never been written in his dictionary!

Sebastian's proud and contemptuous words came from the wooden house.

Around the wooden house, the trial knights looked at each other.

"Sir, he is unwilling to surrender... Should we force our way in? He is already seriously injured. Even if you don't take action, he will not be our opponent."

The shouting trial knight respectfully applied to the big knight behind him.

The big knight is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties or fifties, with a standard square face, beard, deep facial features, and a sharp face.

However, unlike his rough appearance, his eyes are different from calmness.

Looking at the wooden house in the Judgment Prisoner, he shook his head gently:

"No need..."

"Sebastian Flameheart was once a high elf who was only one step away from becoming a legend. Every elf is a natural magical creature that can resonate with elements at the cost of burning its own soul."

"People like him, even if they are seriously injured, can drag a few people down with them before they die."

"Since he is unwilling to surrender, then light the fire. I want to see if the so-called flame elves are afraid of fire..."

The Great Knight said lightly.

He did not cover his voice.

The calm words entered the wooden house, and Sebastian, who was sipping red wine, sighed secretly.

The Judgment Knight is fighting with the enemies of the Holy Court all the time, and there are dangers everywhere in his life.

Being able to start from the smallest trainee Judgment Knight and grow step by step into a great knight who suppresses one side, in addition to strong strength, calmness and caution are necessary.

Sebastian knew that his idea of ​​dragging a few Judgment Knights to die together was bankrupt.

The Judgment Knight quickly took action.

They took out barrels of grease and bundles of dry firewood, poured them towards the wooden house, and piled them up.

Looking through the window, watching the actions of the trial knights, Sebas could only sigh slightly.

He was injured too badly, really too badly.

The magic power in his body had been completely exhausted, his entire left arm was cut off by a sword, and even his legs were crippled by the Holy Light Wrath of the Great Knight.

He could no longer use any magic. All he could do was wait for the trial knights to approach, burn his soul, trigger an elemental storm, and perish with the other party.

However, this was impossible now.

"Sir Sebas, wake up! The Blood Demon Cult behind you has already given up on you, and they will never stand up for you."

"It's not too late to surrender now."

After piling up the dry firewood and pouring the grease, the trial knight shouted again.

"I'm not interested in living a life of shame and despair!"

"Also... don't insult me ​​with the Blood Demon Cult! I don't even look down on that bunch of scum!"

Sebas said sarcastically.

Hearing this, the Great Knight frowned slightly, and then ordered:

"Light it up."

After receiving his order, the Judgement Knight raised the torch burning the Judgement Fire and lit the woodpile.

The fire quickly spread and enveloped the entire wooden house.

"Is it over..."

Looking at the thick smoke filling the surroundings, Sebastian muttered to himself.

He felt a little unwilling.

He didn't expect that his life would end here.

However, he made the choice, and he had to bear the corresponding price for his choice.

I don't know...

What is Lady of the Dark Night doing now?

She hasn't been back for so many days, will she worry about herself?

After getting the news that Rose will be judged, will she stand up for Rose?

At this moment, Sebastian's thinking slowed down infinitely, and he thought of many things.

But soon, he felt that it was a bit naive and ridiculous to think like this.

"What are you thinking about? That's Lady of the Night. She is a real god."

"Although He has not regained his strength now, and although He looks like a mortal now,...how can he really be a mortal?"

"The gods will not treat their followers badly, but the gods also have the indifference and calmness of the gods..."

"Now, what qualifications do I have to be worthy of the other party's help and rescue?"

"Perhaps in the eyes of Lady Dark Night, I... am just a waste."

Sebastian sighed slightly.

He knew that he had never truly gained the Night Lady's complete trust.

Because he himself has never really given true loyalty to the Lady of the Night.

As an elf with a long life, he has seen too many stories about gods and followers.

No matter which story, when the gods choose their dependents, the first question they ask is "what do you want?"...

But the Night Lady never asked.

He didn't believe that an ancient deity like the Lady of the Night didn't know this "hidden rule".

He believed even more that the other party had already seen through his thoughts and was waiting for him to propose them first.

But he didn't dare mention it.

Follow gods in order to become gods?

I’m afraid no god would approve of such a snobbish and blasphemous purpose, right?

Throughout history, the followers of those gods were all fanatical believers.

Becoming a gift from God is a gift they receive.

But that's not what they're trying to do.

Sebastian knew that he would not be able to gain the approval of the Lady of the Night for this reason.

Therefore, he never dared to take the initiative to tell Ms. Dark Night why he was loyal to Him.

But he knew that Lady Dark Night must have known about it for a long time.

However, the spirit knows that whether he speaks or not is two different concepts.

He is afraid, he is worried, he is worried...

That's why he showed himself in front of Lady Dark Night again and again.

He wants to prove himself through performance, prove his strength, and prove that even if he doesn't reveal his feelings, he still has value to Ms. Dark Night.

He wants to prove that he has the ability to become a god.

He believed that this was a tacit deal between himself and the gods.

"Perhaps... deep down in my heart, I am still very proud."

"No...this is not pride, but arrogance."

"Even if I decide to follow the gods, I always have the mentality that I can eventually follow the gods and become a god, but I have never developed a reverence for the gods from the bottom of my heart."

"I'm afraid I've never really entered Lady Dark Night's field of vision..."

"Haha, looking at it this way, I am really a conceited and self-deprecating, proud and inferior fool..."

Sebastian mocked himself.

He still has a lot of things that he can't leave behind.

Luna Island, Rose Society, Lost Hometown...

He also wanted to see the higher scenery for himself.

However, he couldn't go that far.

He didn't give his sincerity.

And when the crisis comes, they will inevitably be abandoned.

The temperature in the cabin began to rise and the smoke became thicker.

Severely injured, Sebastian's consciousness became increasingly blurred.

In the haze, his vision seemed to be filled with crimson firelight.

A familiar voice sounded in his ears:

"Mr. Sebastian, you are... in a really embarrassed state today."

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