Creating a Sandbox World

Lin Tuo was somewhat surprised by the church's unexpected move, but it also saved him from entanglement.

All teams returned immediately, which greatly reduced their workload.

However, considering that it will take time for the other party to transfer, coupled with the continuous busy hours, I am a little tired mentally and physically.

Lin Tuo simply put the avatar back into his body for the time being, and was ready to meditate and wait for the people to gather together, and then have another one.

Withdrawing his spiritual consciousness from the sand table, he found helplessly that it was night again. Fortunately, this time Huaxi finally knew that he was looking for something to eat, which made Lin Tuo, a teacher, very relieved.

There was nothing to say that night, and it was the next day in a blink of an eye.

Going into the sand table through the avatar to collect information, it was confirmed that the various teams were indeed moving. The church knights even found chariots and horses, loaded those wizards together, and tried to return as quickly as possible.

"But at this speed, I'm afraid we won't be able to finish today." Lin Tuo silently estimated, and didn't dare to speed up the time, but he thought about it, and he didn't idle.

"Since the church team is on their way, why not take the opportunity to search for more books."

After all, there were too few books collected from Oak Town. I also searched some in another city yesterday and transferred them to the deserted island in the sand table, but Lin Tuo was not satisfied.

Regardless of whether it is valuable or not, after all, search first and then talk.

After making up his mind, for the next day, Lin Tuo frequently used his avatar to go back and forth across the kingdom, visiting churches and searching for a lot of books.

And his actions fell into the eyes of the church and the kingdom, which also caused waves of waves.

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The Kingdom of Draai, the Holy Plain.

In the holy city "Hayeks", the past two days have been very turbulent.

Once the pope's decree was issued, it spread quickly, and no one knew what it was intended to do.

It wasn't until the news about the death of the order knight came back from various channels that people finally seemed to understand something.

In every corner of the holy city, countless pastors and priests were discussing and talking.

Speculation about Lin Tuo's identity was once rampant.

Some said he was a wizard from the Southern Continent.

Some people say that it is a heresy hidden in the dark, a servant of the devil.

But all in all, for the vast majority of pastors, they don't think it is an enemy that needs to be taken too seriously. Thousands of years of history have created an inherent impression in everyone's mind that the church is extremely powerful.

No one felt that this was a threat. On the contrary, many people were secretly sweating for the unknown strongman.

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"Archbishop, the last team has arrived outside the city."

In the city, in a church built on the hillside, when Cardinal Cisse walked out of the corridor, he heard the report from his subordinates.

"According to the previous arrangement." Cisse said.

After his subordinates retreated, the cardinal, who specializes in the way of pure light, slowly stepped up to the high platform.

As the most powerful extraordinary force on this continent, no one has ever dared to invade the holy city, so the city wall is also symbolic.

Very low.

Standing here, Archbishop Cisse could clearly see the entire plain, see the billowing smoke and the knights that merged into the queue, and see those wizards who were dragged around and kept in captivity outside the city.

He gradually lost his mind.

Yes, those returning teams were not allowed to enter the city, and all the templars and magicians gathered together, waiting in full force, as if they were waiting for something.

Thousands of wizards were randomly placed between the city walls and the church.

No one knows why the Pope issued such an order.

As one of the archbishops, although Cisse had guessed, he couldn't confirm it.

After all, his authority is limited to the interior of the holy city. Although his status is respected in name, compared with other archbishop colleagues who control the real power of the diocese,

Still a lot worse, still unable to enter the core of power.

However, although he also had doubts in his heart, Cisse cautiously did not reveal it. For some reason, since a year ago, the originally majestic Pope has become more and more frightening.

Every time he sees it, it makes Sissey terrified.

Not only the Pope himself, but also some other high-level officials in the holy city, their temperaments are also much gloomy.

Even Xisai, who has practiced the pure light magic technique since childhood, often has unreasonable mood changes, all of which make him vigilant.

It's not that he hasn't tried to explore it. For example, when the "Ordinance on the Trial of Heresy" promulgated in the name of the oracle was issued, he publicly expressed his opposition at the church meeting.

However, until today, a year later, Cisse can still clearly remember the indifferent and meaningful gazes cast by the pope and his colleagues in the conference room after expressing his objections.

As for the memory of the second half of the meeting, it was also mysteriously lost. When Cisse came back to his senses, he was shocked to find that his signature had already been added to the document.

Since then, his scope of power has been further compressed, and until now, he is only responsible for the administrative affairs within the holy city.

"Kacha..." While thinking, a light suddenly flashed in the dark sky, and then there was a crisp spring thunder.

Cisse suddenly withdrew his thoughts from the memory, frowning slightly.

From early in the morning, strands of dark clouds flew over the sacred plain, stacked together, covering the sun, covering the entire plain and the holy city, as if a rain was brewing.

From time to time, majestic thunder flashed, making people tremble from the soul.

This feeling made Sissey very uncomfortable, and when his gaze passed across the plain, thousands of wizards in ragged clothes who were circled like cattle felt even more uncomfortable.

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"Crack!"

On the plain, when the resounding spring thunder exploded above his head, Gray, who was dragging two heavy shackles, subconsciously paused, trying to raise his head, but failed.

Not only because the iron chain in his hand was too heavy, but also because on his back lay a sleeping girl who was about ten years old.

That is his daughter.

As a wizard who was "captured" earlier, in the past two months, Gray has dragged the shackles and followed the Templars through dozens of towns.

His originally robust body had become thinner, and his high spirits had been replaced by numbness, but what really worried him was his ten-year-old daughter.

Even though he had tried his best along the way, the already slender and light frame on his back inevitably lost weight even more.

Fortunately, they finally reached their destination.

holy city...

Following other "heretics" and being driven to walk on the plain, the gloomy city finally appeared in Gray's vision.

However, this city is not holy at all in the eyes of believers, but full of gloom and chill.

"Is it finally possible to be free?" Thinking in his heart, Gray's chapped mouth showed a self-deprecating expression, and he was surprised to find that he was not afraid of death.

He turned his head and found that most of the "companions" around him who were connected to each other by iron chains had similar expressions.

For them, is death not a liberation?

After suffering so much, an ordinary person would have died on the way.

But as wizards, their vitality is far more tenacious than it looks, which was envied by everyone in the past, but now, it only makes the pain more lingering.

"Stop! Wait where you are."

However, to Gray's surprise, the knights in black cloaks behind them did not drive them into the city, but gathered everyone in an open space.

They seemed to be the last ones, for so many wizards had already gathered there.

Or sitting or lying on the cold ground, like a group of sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"Is this the procedure of the trial? That's right, heretics probably won't be allowed to enter the so-called holy city." Gray was puzzled for a moment, but soon he didn't care.

He quickly found a relatively flat area, and carefully placed the daughter on his back on the ground. This action seemed to wake her up. The fragile little girl like a flower opened her eyes, and said timidly, in a low voice:

"Have you rested..."

"Yes, you can rest now, Anne, go back to sleep." Gray squeezed out a smile and sat on the ground.

"Father." The girl named Annie seemed to have a premonition of something, she tried to raise her head, looked around, and found that there were people sitting around, much more than before.

At the same time, she also saw the neatly arranged and densely packed Templars gathered on the plain in the distance, and the "Holy City" in another direction, all of which made her more nervous.

"We... don't we... don't need to continue on our way." Annie, who was more precocious than her peers, suddenly asked.

Gray was silent, he didn't know how to answer for a moment, but in the next second, he felt his daughter leaning on his shoulder, and said calmly:

"This is good news, isn't it? We finally don't have to travel, and we can go to see my mother."

Gray was silent again, looking at his daughter's immature face, the appearance of his dead wife appeared in his heart, he seemed to choke for a moment, but quickly suppressed it, showing a sincere smile:

"Yeah, it's good news."

After saying this, inexplicably, both the father and daughter seemed to lighten up, and even briefly forgot about the past pain and impending death, and started chatting aimlessly.

This atmosphere quickly infected the people around and spread rapidly. When death came, of course some people cried in pain, but there were also many people who showed the opposite side.

In the past, when resting on the road, most of them would seize every opportunity to try to sleep, rest, or meditate to restore their physical strength and relieve their pain.

However, at this moment, those terrifying knights were all gathered in the distance, no one stared at them with cold water and leather whips, but the wizards didn't have the slightest thought of resting.

Instead, cheer up and chat with familiar or unfamiliar colleagues.

Talk about hometown, family, work, hobbies, pets, flowers and plants... Only, no one talks about death.

The sky was still gloomy and cold, with lightning flashing from time to time, but compared to the priests who were afraid of the might of the sky, these wizards were unexpectedly "showing off".

Gradually, some people even started pointing at the knights of the order in the distance:

"Tell me, what are those guys doing standing there?"

"Who knows, it's probably in formation, and I'll behead us later, haha."

"No, no, according to the book, the usual way to deal with heresy should be tied to the gallows and burned to death."

"Tsk, then they are in trouble. It's raining here, and we're all soaked here, so it's really not that good to burn."

"Hahaha……"

After brewing for several hours, the spring rain that finally fell was mixed with many laughter.

It's raining.

The rain in spring is different from other times. It is more like smoke, not like falling, but like floating down.

When the drizzle fell with the wind, the sky seemed to be much clearer.

"I think there are other possibilities." During the conversation, a wizard from another team not far from Gray suddenly said with a complicated expression, "I heard their conversation, saying that they seem to be waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone? Could it be the Pope?"

"No, the pope should also face the city, there is no reason to face the south.

Do you know the lord who killed two church knight orders and rescued hundreds of wizards a few days ago? I heard that they were waiting for him. "

The wizard said, and after finishing speaking, he repeated the news he had heard.

After he finished speaking, there was a brief silence around him.

Gray's team was the last to arrive, and it was the first time he knew about it: "That should be a powerful wizard."

"Probably, otherwise, who would dare to be an enemy of the church? They may want to use us as bait to attract that powerful wizard."

"This...impossible..."

People looked at each other in blank dismay, and they didn't have any hope for this. Almost no one had any illusions about getting here.

If it is said that in other places, powerful wizards can still do this, but here is the sacred plain.

In front of them are thousands of church knights and magicians lined up neatly, and behind them is the church headquarters, the holy city of Hayex.

Countless church powerhouses are stationed in it, and there is even the terrifying pope who is said to be the most powerful man in the mainland.

As long as there is a little sense, it is impossible to come here.

"It's impossible for him to come." Gray, who was sitting on the ground, said calmly, but Annie, who was leaning next to him, suddenly frowned and didn't speak, but turned her head and looked forward suspiciously.

Her innate ability is related to perception and is closer to "passive" casting.

At this moment, in her hazy perception, at the other end of the sacred plain, there seemed to be a powerful force approaching rapidly.

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"He can't come."

In the holy city of Hayeks, on the steps of the church near the city gate, Archbishop Cisse in red was already drenched in the drizzle.

He didn't use divine magic to resist the rain, nor did he enter the house to escape, but stood here, looking at the plain shrouded in mist and rain, and said firmly.

Although he didn't know the specifics, he also guessed that the pope's move seemed to be to lure the mysterious strong man who rescued the "heretic".

But in Cisse's view, this is really stupid.

Facing thousands of heavily armed knights and the entire holy city, even the most insane "wizard" would retreat, and it was too late to escape, so how could he come?

"Unless it's a lunatic." Sissy whispered to himself, but for some reason, he clearly sensed some kind of fatal danger that was approaching quickly.

At this moment, suddenly, I saw a giant eagle flying quickly from the front of the sacred plain!

During the flight, there was also a strange cry.

It was a flying monster raised by the church, entrenched in the sky, and could see a wider field of vision.

"Boom...boom..."

The next moment, a rapid bell rang in the entire holy city.

On the sacred plain, right in front of the neatly guarded formation, the Grand Knight Commander of the Order suddenly drew out his long sword, which was a signal for battle:

"Meet the enemy!"

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"Crack!" At the same time, a thunderclap rolled down from the sky. On the steps of the church, Archbishop Cisse's heart palpitated, and his hands hanging in the sleeves of his robe trembled violently.

Immediately, he looked in amazement at the figure that suddenly appeared at the end of the sacred plain.

"he came?!"