Chapter 1838 Spread

Gino fell asleep while busy.

He was just too tired.

Even though he has been trained as a knight since childhood, it is still extremely difficult for one person to take care of nearly a hundred people.

Several priests standing in the shadows outside the warehouse watched all this silently.

As a caretaker.

They perform their duties faithfully.

As for being infected with the plague?

Being able to come here proves that they can't.

With the experience of the 'Black Disaster', the Temple of War can easily distinguish who will be infected with the plague. Those with strong strength do not need to consider these, such as the sword priest level.

In the last 'Black Disaster', no sword priests were infected with the plague, even if they stayed in the epidemic area for a long time.

Therefore, several priests here are at the sword priest level.

The Sword Priests were already considered to be the absolute middle and high-level people in the Temple of War, and above them there were only bishops, privy bishops, and the ever-vacant archbishop.

Normally there would not be so many sword priests gathered together.

In fact, the general sword priests have their own parishes, making it difficult to gather together.

It was a rare opportunity, so these sword priests stationed in the area around Fort Etantino naturally communicated with each other.

From trivial chores to some unknown secrets, they are all in this category.

At first, it was quite lively, but as time went by, all the sword-bearing priests fell silent.

Their attention was focused on the young man.

"Hopefully he'll be okay."

The younger sword priest who wanted to say something before was sincerely praying for the young man at this time.

He had never seen such an upright young man.

Even compared with the fictional characters in biographical novels, it is not inferior.

No, better!

Because this young man is real.

"Our Lord will bless his followers."

"I would like him to come to my parish if he could."

Another older sword-wielding priest prayed in a low voice and said sincerely.

"yes."

"With young people like this here, we will save a lot of trouble."

"However, the Privy Councilor will definitely not let him go."

"As long as he has been baptized, he is a bishop... no, a good candidate for privy bishop."

Another sword-bearing priest spoke.

The sword-bearing priest evidently sees further.

All the sword priests nodded, agreeing with this colleague's words.

How could the Privy Council give up on such an outstanding young man?

I'm afraid you've already asked Your Majesty to 'protect' the other party at this time, right?

The sword-bearing priests speculated.

Then, they all looked behind them.

Tread, tap, tap.

Amidst the sound of footsteps, a group of people appeared in front of them.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

The sword-bearing priests saluted.

Cabio, the bishop in charge of the ‘Dark Church’.

Although it is not famous externally, it is prestigious internally.

The identity of the deputy director of the other party's 'Holy Inquisition' is known to almost every middle and high-level person.

And what does the ‘Holy Inquisition’ do?

Everyone present knew it.

"Um."

Cabio nodded coldly, scanning the sword priests in front of him with sharp, uncomfortable eyes. When some of the sword priests showed uneasy expressions, he withdrew his gaze with satisfaction.

Your Majesty, you need majesty!

And he is the most important line of defense to protect the majesty of the crown!

Cabio believes this.

Therefore, he is ‘selfless’!

Even to the point of being callous.

Anyone who makes a mistake and falls into his hands will be punished accordingly.

No one is exempt.

He raised his hand and waved, and followed behind Cabio. On the surface, they were deacons of the 'Dark Hall', but in fact they were all the backbone members of the 'Holy Inquisition' and walked towards the warehouse holding firewood.

The priests with swords looked at the firewood in the hands of the deacons, and their eyelids twitched.

Anyone who is not a fool knows what Cabio wants to do.

Can……

No one dared to stop it.

That's Cabio!

The cold and cruel Cabio!

These sword-wielding priests looked at the firewood piled at the entrance of the warehouse and on the wooden wall.

Cans of kerosene were poured over the firewood.

A torch was passed from the deacon's hand to Cabio's.

Looking at the torch that was about to be thrown down, the younger sword-wielding priest couldn't help but speak.

"The Archbishop..."

call!

Before he finished speaking, Cabio had already thrown out the torch. As soon as the torch came into contact with the firewood filled with kerosene, a flash of fire shot into the sky.

Standing next to the flames, Cabio turned his head slightly.

"What's wrong?"

he asked.

The eyes illuminated by the fire became increasingly dark, deep, and without warmth.

The younger sword-wielding priest looked blankly at the warehouse surrounded by fire, his mouth opened, but he didn't say anything.

…

Gino had a nightmare.

He dreamed that the people who had been burned came to him.

Each one was burning with flames.

The scorching flames burned his mouth and nose, making him unable to breathe and his eyes stung.

"I did not do it on purpose!"

"sorry!"

"sorry!"

Gino, who couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy in his sleep, apologized repeatedly. Then, thick smoke entered his mouth and irritated his lungs.

Cough, cough.

A violent cough woke Gino up instantly.

Then, he saw...

Fire!

Fire from outside!

"Wake up!"

"Everyone wake up!"

"Fire!"

After Gino was stunned for a moment, he shouted loudly.

The priests, knights, deacons, and priests who were infected with the plague woke up one by one.

They looked at the scorching flames and struggled to get up, preparing to escape from the sea of ​​​​fire.

"it's useless."

"There's no escape."

At this moment, a voice sounded.

Everyone looked back subconsciously.

A middle-aged man wearing a priest's robe sat there with a look of dejection and despair.

"This was an arson, not a fire."

"As for why?"

"Don't you understand yet?"

Under the gaze of everyone, the middle-aged priest said with a sad smile.

boom!

It was like a thunder strike. Some of the people who had just struggled to stand up lost their balance and fell to the ground.

The only ones left standing are Liushenwuzhu.

Of course, there are still a few who don’t believe it at all.

"impossible!"

"Your Majesty the Privy Council will not do this!"

These people rushed towards the door while shouting.

Whoosh, whoosh!

A hail of arrows shot through the window near the door.

Immediately, these few people who had not rushed to the gate were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, and there was no more sound.

There was dead silence.

The people in the warehouse just stared blankly at the body that fell to the ground, and the only sound left in their ears was the sound of "pop" as the flames burned the wooden objects.

"Why do you do this to us?"

cried a young deacon.

Many people started crying.

This is what everyone thinks.

Why treat them like this?

Aren't they followers of the God of War?

"Your Majesty, please save us!"

The young deacon continued to cry.

The sound spread far and wide in the night.

Unfortunately, there was no response.

"it's useless."

"We who are infected by the plague are destined to be abandoned."

"We will only threaten other people if we live. Only if we die and be burned can some big shots relax."

The priest spoke again.

The dejected voice and desperate look affected everyone around him.

Many people collapsed to the ground.

Death is terrible.

No one can ignore death.

Gino looked at the people around him, feeling increasingly guilty.

"sorry."

"it's all my fault."

"it's me……"

A sudden apology sounded in the burning warehouse.

This apology was so inappropriate at this time.

The people who fell into despair looked at the young knight.

The guilt on the other person's face made their hearts tremble.

Feeling guilty for not being able to help us?

Such thoughts arose in everyone's mind.

Deep emotion surged into everyone's heart.

Mixed with a hint of warmth.

After being abandoned by the Privy Councilor, this trace of warmth seemed particularly precious and rare.

Even the priest who first fell into despair was warmed.

He stood up, walked to the young knight's side, and put his hand on the shoulder of the young knight who was half kneeling on the ground.

"you're not wrong."

"The fault is ours."

"It's because we can't see clearly what kind of guy we believe in. It's because we deceive ourselves and others into thinking that guy will kill us and we deserve to be abandoned!"

The middle-aged priest spoke loudly, tears flowing from his eyes and sliding down his cheeks.

His voice was full of unwillingness and resentment.

This kind of unwillingness and resentment quickly infected the people around him who were in the same situation.

yes.

What do we expect now?

If we could really be saved, would we still be here?

Will we ever see such a fire again?

The crying was gone.

Everyone was crying silently.

The middle-aged priest's words continued.

"We won't go into that guy's arms until we die."

"even……"

"Not even our souls will exist."

"After all, those who were once simple believers cannot know what is going on now."

"But I'm not willing to give in!"

"I'm not willing to be burned to death like this, to die in obscurity, even without my soul, and to be called back into that guy's arms."

The words of the middle-aged priest attracted everyone in the warehouse.

Then, he looked down at the young knight.

"Gino, I want to ask you something."

"Inform everyone about what happened here."

The middle-aged man looked at the young knight pleadingly, and the latter nodded unconsciously.

Then, the middle-aged priest looked at everyone present.

"Are you willing to fight for this young man who really saved us?"

"No reward."

"No appreciation."

"Only death."

"Just like he helped us by facing death without asking for anything in return or appreciation!"

The middle-aged man asked.

"willing!"

After the words fell, the young deacon spoke immediately, and like a domino effect, everyone present spoke one after another.

"willing!"

"We do!"

People struggled to stand up one by one.

"very good."

"You didn't disappoint me like cowards."

The middle-aged priest nodded, and then shouted with a louder voice.

"He didn't deserve to die here like us."

"Now!"

"Let's fight his way out!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged priest turned around and rushed towards the warehouse door.

Cabio naturally saw such an action.

The bishop sneered.

"The dying mayfly!"

"Fire the arrow!"

With one command, arrows rained down.

But unlike before, these arrows were actually stopped by the middle-aged priest. The other party's figure was swift and his hands were nimble. He brought up afterimages one after another, as if he were picking flowers, and he shot all the arrows one after another. In my arms.

Not only that, the next moment, these arrows were thrown by the middle-aged priest and flew back with an even sharper sound of breaking through the air!

Whoosh whoosh!

Puff puff!

The deacons who were shooting arrows were struck by arrows and fell to the ground.

Cabio dodged the incoming arrows, his eyes full of surprise.

The priest in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember his name.

But there was one thing he was sure of.

With the strength of the other party, it is impossible for him to be just a priest.

At least he should be a sword-wielding priest.

It is impossible for sword priests to be infected with the plague.

Many thoughts arose in his mind in an instant, but before Cabio could think it through, the middle-aged priest kicked open the burning door.

The shattered door rushed over with flames.

The knights, deacons, and priests of the Holy Inquisition all evaded.

The middle-aged priest rushed towards Kabio and shouted at the same time.

"Everyone, run!"

Immediately, people infected with the plague rushed out of the warehouse.

They may be weak and even unsteady on their feet.

However, those who blocked him all dodged.

No one wants to be infected.

The previous sword priests seemed to be shocked by the sudden scene and were completely at a loss. Even if these people passed by, they remained motionless, like clay sculptures.

"You deserve to die!"

Cabio saw this scene and he immediately gritted his teeth.

He vowed to make these guys look good.

After he kills the guy in front of him.

Layers of sharp holy light enveloped his fist. When the fist was swung out, this layer of holy light came out of the fist and pierced the middle-aged priest's body.

Then--

boom!

The middle-aged priest's body was blown to pieces.

Although the other party looks a little suspicious, Cabio will not hold back at this time.

No one here can let go!

With this thought, he turned around.

Rays of holy light shot out from his body.

Each of the escapees was cut into pieces.

The deputy director of the 'Holy Inquisition' did not notice that the body that had been broken into pieces was disappearing quietly, and his attention would not be attracted by a dead person.

He needed to take control of the situation at hand.

Soon, in the face of the powerful strength of the deputy director of the 'Holy Inquisition', the situation was about to be controlled again.

But at this moment——

Cough, cough!

An extremely violent cough sounded from Cabio's mouth.

Then a feeling of weakness rising from deep within the body spread.

Cabio was stunned.

Then, his expression changed.

How can it be!

He yelled in his heart.

The body was on the verge of crumbling.

The violent attacks stopped, and everyone looked at Cabio, who was in a bad state. The expressions on their faces became strange. Then, the knights, deacons, and priests of the Holy Inquisition began to cough and became weak. .

The plague spreads.

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