Chapter 1839 Change!

After leaving the confines of the cathedral, the upper evil spirit finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It wiped the non-existent sweat on its forehead and raised the corners of its mouth.

It's easier than you think.

It had five backup plans, but none were used.

The higher-ups of the ‘War Temple’ were more cooperative than expected, and it was just delivered to it.

That's right!

Its, no, its boss's target has always been the high-level people of the 'Temple of War'. Compared with the believers at the bottom, middle and low levels, these high-level believers are much more valuable.

Although they are all believers in the God of War.

Although the Temple of War once preached that all people are created equal.

Although the God of War has always preached that they will eventually die and return to the arms of the God of War.

but,

It's different after all.

Whether it is the resources received or the attention received.

Especially the latter is enough to make the upper-level evil spirits cautious.

Then, it discovered that not only was it overthinking, but it was also lucky.

"The one who really pays attention is to 'disaster'!"

"But, Cabio?"

"enough!"

The superior evil spirit sighed, and then a narrow smile appeared in his eyes.

When you are a bystander.

When you are on top.

You are bossy.

You are ruthless.

You decide the fate of everyone.

Now……

It's your turn to enter.

Don’t look too ugly!

The superior evil spirit just disappeared with its own malice.

…

Cough, cough!

The violent coughing made Cabio unable to straighten his waist.

He wanted to maintain his dignity.

However, coughing and bending over, he just wanted a shrimp.

Especially under the firelight.

This shrimp seems to be grilled soon.

Cabio's eyes swept across the priests who were far away, and he always felt that a trace of malice appeared on these people's faces.

leave!

Must leave!

Can't stay here any longer!

Such thoughts appeared in Cabio's heart, and then expanded rapidly.

He can't stay.

As for meeting Motor?

it's useless!

He's all infected.

Does Motor dare to see him?

Only Mian is left!

He needs to find a quiet place to pray to His Majesty!

Thinking of this, Cabio no longer hesitated.

He could feel the weakness in his body. If he didn't take action, he wouldn't have to leave.

The consequences?

Is there any need to think about it?

Cabio glanced at the still burning warehouse.

He can burn people to death.

But he doesn't want others to burn him to death!

Whoosh!

The figure was so fast that it turned into an afterimage, and Cabio just disappeared in place.

It wasn't until Cabio disappeared that the priests who were watching came back to their senses.

They looked at the members of the Holy Inquisition who were weak and falling to the ground, and a strange feeling arose in their hearts.

"The sanction of fate?"

The younger priest spoke.

Such a sound seemed very abrupt under the blazing flames.

However, after these priests looked at each other, they all fell silent.

It’s both thinking and...

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They were still thinking about the scene just now.

They didn't stop the poor guys.

Kabio blocked it.

Then, Cabio, who was stronger than them, was infected with the plague, but they were unscathed.

No matter how you look at it, this has a bit of a weird feeling to it.

But there is such an inexplicable sense of resonance.

"Maybe there really is a destiny?"

"He might not be able to stand it anymore."

There is no so-called ‘God of Destiny’ in this world.

But the oldest priest in the crowd said this, and none of the surrounding priests spoke to refute. When the elderly priest finished speaking and looked up at them, these priests nodded.

Then, the priest continued.

"We need to report to Lord Motor, truthfully report everything here."

Suddenly, all the priests nodded again clearly.

Yes, truthfully.

Important situations, meticulous.

What is not important should naturally be hidden.

For example: their mercy.

In other words, it's not pity, just a hint of compassion.

Compassion that brings good luck.

If it cannot be made public, it will naturally be hidden.

But what is hidden does exist after all.

It was buried silently in my heart.

Then?

Sprout.

As time goes by, it will inevitably take root.

This process may be long, but it will come.

What if someone adds fuel to the fire?

Naturally, this progress will be accelerated.

…

Within minutes, Motor got the news.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he punched the table hard.

boom!

"Damn it!"

The privy cardinal cursed amid the dull knocking.

It's not a verbal vent.

The Privy Councilor really expected Cabio to die quickly.

He has never been so disappointed with someone.

Cabio is definitely the first!

Not only did he mess up a very simple task, but he also made the whole thing countless times more complicated!

Motor can fully imagine what he will face next.

When those infected with the plague tell what happened here, the believers under the crown will definitely become terrified!

It is very likely that your faith will be shaken!

No!

He doesn't allow this!

Thinking of this, he gave the order directly.

"Announce to the public that Bishop Cabio is the secret agent of the 'evil god'."

"It was he who unleashed the plague on the cathedral."

"It was also he who took it upon himself to burn those followers of our Lord who were infected with the plague."

"Everything is his fault!"

After a pause, the Privy Councilor added.

"Mobilize all forces to hunt down Cabio."

"No arrest is required."

"Kill without mercy!"

"yes!"

After the old sword-wielding priest answered solemnly, he turned and left the room.

boom.

The door behind him closed heavily.

With the sound of the door closing, the old priest couldn't help but sigh.

well!

He looked up at the bright moon and couldn't wait to move away from the room behind him, as if the most filthy and disgusting things in the world were there.

Under normal circumstances, a door cannot hinder Motor's perception.

He could hear everything outside the door clearly.

However, while he was communicating with the 'God of War' with all his heart, he did not notice the sigh outside the door at all.

And this is destined to change something.

If you lose a horseshoe, you lose a horseshoe. If you lose a horseshoe, you lose a war horse. If you lose a horse, you lose a king. If you lose a king, you lose a war. If you lose a war horse, you lose a war. A war and an empire fell.

In the beginning, the origin of everything was just the little knight who wanted to live.

And now?

The little knight, taking the people around him, was running towards the outside of Fort Atantino.

There are already less than half people.

Although the plague came in time, half of the people still fell at the door of the warehouse.

remaining people?

They support each other.

After the young knight picked up a weak man who fell to the ground and hung another man around his neck with a belt, everyone helped each other as much as possible.

Looking miserable.

But there was a completely different flame in his eyes than in the past.

Clear and bright.

"Everyone, hang on."

"It'll be there soon."

"His Majesty 'Misty' will definitely be able to save us!"

The young knight said so.

He didn't act aimlessly.

It was the voice in his heart that told him.

The 'Mist' Church will be his final place of salvation.

Until now, the young knight still didn't know where the voice in his heart came from.

He couldn't be sure whether the other party had malicious intentions.

He even guessed that the voice came from some messenger of 'Him'.

As for ‘him’ himself?

impossible!

He didn't think that a little person like him deserved the attention of a 'god'.

One messenger from the other side is the limit.

Of course, he knew that such attention was not a good thing.

The other party must have some purpose.

but……

This voice never deceived him!

More importantly, the bishop of the ‘Misty’ Church.

Thinking of the bishop with a gentle smile, the young knight couldn't help but feel a little more powerful in his heart.

If it were that Excellency, he would definitely save us!

Inexplicably, the young Cavaliers ‘Bishop Simon’ has strong confidence.

When did such confidence emerge?

The young knight didn't know either.

Maybe it had already appeared when he waved his sword at the opponent in front of the city gate, but the opponent did not dodge his sword and still smiled.

"Maybe this voice is a messenger from 'Him'!"

"But Bishop Simon must have a way!"

The certain thoughts in his heart made the young knight move a little faster.

Suddenly, the people around him seemed to be infected by the young knight's confidence, and their speed became faster.

It was not that no one noticed the group along the way.

However, the costumes of the Temple of War were enough for them to reach the lower city safely.

With the emergence of 'disaster' and 'mist', the glory of the God of War has become dimmed, but it is not gone.

No one would irrationally provoke the people from the Temple of War.

Of course, except for the own people in the Temple of War!

In fact, Gino had been worried about encountering his pursuers.

But until they saw the 'Misty' camp, no pursuers appeared.

"Thank me……"

A deacon prayed subconsciously.

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, the deacon was left with a wry smile.

Is he still under the protection of His Majesty?

When that fire ignites, everything has to change.

What else could he say?

Deceiving yourself?

forget it.

There is someone in front of me who is more worthy of gratitude.

"Thank you Gino."

said the deacon.

"Thank you Gino."

"Thank you Gino."

…

After a word of thanks, many thanks were spoken, and the young knight lowered his head slightly.

He didn't dare to look directly into those sincere eyes.

He can only help these people as much as possible.

Assuage guilt.

This will make him feel better.

Therefore, he just nodded and silently carried people on his back to the camp of 'Mist'.

"stop!"

The guards stopped the young knight and his party.

But he didn't stop it any further.

Because, the upper-level evil spirit has come out, not only the upper-level evil spirit, but also the old demon hunter, Sivalka and others are here.

Looking at the young knight and his party, Sivalka's eyes were full of vigilance.

It's not about the young knights themselves, but the plague on them.

Sivalka, who has experienced the 'Black Disaster', has an unimaginable fear of the plague itself.

In other words, those who have never seen an entire town die in one night cannot understand Sivalka's fear at all.

Therefore, when the superior evil spirit walked towards the young knights, Sivalka immediately stopped him.

"Your Majesty, the plague."

The sound is not loud, but clear.

Horror immediately appeared on the guards' faces.

They retreated subconsciously.

Even if they face the most ferocious enemy, these guards will not take a step back, but in the face of... a plague?

No matter how brave you are, you cannot defeat an enemy you cannot see.

Such an action made the young knights and his party tremble in their hearts.

Their expectant faces froze.

Is the last place going to fail too?

Hope is about to be dashed.

Despair rose again.

The feeling was so uncomfortable.

If you have never experienced hope, you will not know how terrifying despair is.

Even the young knight pursed his lips tightly at this time.

He was worried that something would happen that he couldn't accept.

He was worried that he would fall into the abyss.

Thankfully, none of this happened.

With a gentle smile, the superior evil spirit walked toward them without any pause.

"I know."

"But I'm willing to take the responsibility for them."

"everything."

"Including death."

Saying these words, the superior evil spirit stood in front of the young knight. It raised its hand and touched the top of the young knight's head.

"Are you tired?"

"It's fine."

"You can have a good rest for now, I'll take care of everything."

A white light emerged from the upper evil spirit.

In this night, this light is dazzling.

Everyone squinted subconsciously.

By the time I regained my vision, the white glow had disappeared.

But a shocking scene occurred.

The people who were shaky before stood firm.

Those who were unconscious woke up again.

plague……

Be cured!

Been cured? !

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief.

"D-Is everyone okay?"

the young knight asked stammeringly.

"I'm not weak anymore."

"Me too."

"And I!"

Amidst the rising and falling sounds, the faces of those who escaped from the War Temple warehouse were filled with surprise.

"Very good!"

"Very good!"

The young knight murmured softly.

Tears that could no longer be suppressed burst into my eyes.

Self-blame, guilt, regret.

Before, it almost crushed this young man.

And now?

He finally felt better.

finally……

After experiencing despair, you will know how precious hope is.

The young knight covering his face and crying heard the sound of armor and cloth rubbing against his ears. When he removed the hand covering his face, he saw the people kneeling in front of him.

Everyone has firm eyes and solemn expressions.

"We can't put it into words."

“But we will follow you with action.”

"We swear."

Everyone said in unison.

"It's not me, it's Bishop Simon...what's wrong with you, Bishop Simon?"

The young knight waved his hands repeatedly and looked at Bishop Simon. It was only then that the young knight noticed that the bishop's face was pale and shaky.

"I-I'm fine."

He struggled to speak comforting words, but the superior evil spirit fell to the ground the moment the words fell.