Noble Emblem

The saint smiled sadly: "You actually don't think you are a murderer? I suspect that your camp has fallen to the chaotic evil side. There are millions of people."

"You can detect my camp." Betayan said calmly.

Although the Saint of Light is very weak, she can still use the camp detection technique without any problem.

After the faint light passed, Beta's camp still showed that it was neutral and kind.

"How is this possible!" Saintess of Light said with an unbelievable expression: "That's millions of people."

"I didn't kill the person, and it wasn't even the evil god who killed him." Beta said in a calm tone, as if telling an insignificant story: "Millions of people in the sanctuary died of mental breakdown and cannibalism. I can see It turns out that the unknown evil god doesn’t even have any ill intentions towards you.”

"But those are millions of people." The Saint of Light just repeated this sentence subconsciously.

"Because those people are believers of your Light God Religion, so you think there are millions of people." Beta looked at the Saint of Light: "As far as I know, for more than a hundred years, you have used 'punishing heretics' as a There were countless small-scale wars launched by them. All in all, the number of deaths was probably more than ten times that number. "

"Those are heretics!" The Holy Lady of Light looked at Beta.

"Anyone who opposes your teachings is a heretic." Beta smiled cruelly, attacking the fragile spirit of the Saint of Light: "You don't care whether these people are from the good camp or the neutral camp."

The Holy Lady of Light lost her mind: "This is different..."

"Of course it's different, it's just a different stance." Beta stood up: "I won't say more. We will leave next, and we will leave enough food and water. You'd better rest here first. a few days.”

Watching Beta leave, the Saint of Light shouted: "Since you can kill millions of people, why do you still save us, save me, the Saint of Light?"

"As I said before, I didn't kill people. Targeting the Sanctuary was based on my position. Saving you... is a matter of my personal humanity. It cannot be confused."

Beta turned and left.

The Saint of Light shouted from behind, "You are a madman!"

Beta's heart is as solid as iron, unmoved.

Afterwards, the Silver Wings mercenary group gathered, and Beta took them to teleport back to Waking City.

The saint sat there for a long time, then she stood up, walked to the cubicle, and found Elena who was sleeping soundly.

After checking Elena's body and finding that she had not been insulted, the Saint of Light breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she found four other male paladins in another room, but their condition didn't look very good. They all looked like they had no pursuit, no pursuit, and even looked like they had seen through the world of mortals. .

"Cheer up, we have to go back to the sanctuary." The Holy Lady of Light held on to her energy and encouraged these holy warriors: "At least we have to go back and see if there are any survivors who can be saved."

These paladins raised their heads and managed to regain some energy. They stood up and followed the saint, but their walking posture was a bit awkward.

The Holy Lady of Light used her awakening technique to wake up Elena, who was sleeping soundly. The group dragged their tired bodies back to the sanctuary.

When they saw the current situation of the sanctuary, everyone was frightened. The Saint of Light even knelt down on the spot, covered her mouth and cried, not daring to look ahead.

The original sanctuary has disappeared, and only a large circle of charred ruins remains.

As long as the breeze blows, a cloud of gray-white dust will be stirred up.

They all know that those are ashes.

"How could this happen?" No matter how strong-minded a person is, he cannot remain calm when he sees his home turned into like this.

Outside the sanctuary, there were believers coming from all directions, as well as bishops originally stationed in other areas.

They were scattered around the sanctuary, crying and wailing.

Soon, they discovered the Saint of Light and her party.

"It's a saint. Ask her what's going on."

Soon, three old bishops walked up to them.

"Saint, what is going on?"

an old man asked shakily. This old man's face, hands, and feet are covered with dense age spots, and you can tell by looking at them that his end is approaching.

But after he heard that something happened in the sanctuary, he still dragged his withered body and rushed over.

"We... were careless."

The kneeling Saint of Light raised her head and looked at the old man. She wanted to find a reason for herself and others, but... she couldn't find one.

As Cook said, it's a matter of stance. The number of heretics that the Temple of Light has killed over the past hundred years can definitely be counted in the tens of millions. When she looked at the historical records in the big library, she just sighed for a moment when she saw such numbers.

When something similar happened to her own sect, she finally understood what the so-called religious war was all about.

"Careless, what carelessness?"

The old man knelt down in front of the saint. His hands pressed on the saint's shoulders, as if he could pinch the saint's neck with just a little force.

"Aren't you people claiming to be the saints closest to the goddess? Why didn't you protect the sanctuary!" The old man's eyes exuded a kind of hatred, even viciousness: "What use are you people, and what are you with trash? the difference?"

As he spoke later, the old man's voice reached the point of being harsh. His eyes were wide open and his pupils were bloodshot.

The Holy Lady of Light was a little frightened. The other paladins wanted to stop the bishop's behavior, but somehow, they felt guilty and couldn't shout.

"Speak, why don't you speak?"

The old bishop became even more angry when he saw the Saint of Light being dumbfounded. He shook the saint's body desperately: "You must have done something contrary to the goddess's teachings. Otherwise, why is there no movement from the goddess for such a big thing? Not to mention the gods descending, not even the oracle descended."

The saint who was shaken into a daze suddenly thought of this... Yes, why didn't the goddess come down with an oracle?

The sanctuary was destroyed. This was a major event that shook the foundation of faith. Why did the goddess react or express anything?

"Trash, you are all trash!"

Seeing that the saint didn't respond, the old bishop howled loudly. He spat at the saint, turned around and left, but only took a few steps when he suddenly held his chest and gasped for air.

After a moment of gasping sound like a bellows, he fell to the ground and became silent.

The two old men next to him glanced at the saint indifferently, then walked to the old bishop, straightened his body, touched his nose, and said, "I'm out of breath. It's a miracle that I can hold on until now."

The saint wiped away the thick phlegm on her face, feeling a little sluggish.

A day ago, she was so noble that no one dared to approach her, but now, an old bishop dared to spit in her face.

"Why don't you die?" One of the two old men looked at the saint and the holy warrior and said, "If you were dead, I would still admire you. But if you are still alive, you must have made many people sacrifice for you before you escaped. Yes."

Chi'Guoguo's malice made the Saintess and the others feel chills all over their bodies.

"Let's go, stop talking, they are a bunch of trash." Another old man said a simple prayer for the dead old bishop, then stood up and said: "We will rebuild the sanctuary ourselves. These people who only know how to escape are noble. The saints are no longer worthy of criticism.”

Seeing the three people leaving, the saint and the paladins were speechless.

They had no way to refute the other party's accusations. They didn't run away, but they could vaguely remember what happened before.

Although they were dominated by instinct, each of them almost killed at least a hundred of their own companions or ordinary people.

Soon, rumors spread among the crowd that the saint and the paladin escaped at the critical moment.

As more and more believers came from all directions, more and more people became aware of this rumor.

Almost everyone looked at them with indifference, anger, and even hostility.

Some bolder people even dared to spit out some saliva when passing by them.

The saint knelt motionless until evening, then he stood up and said to the paladins behind him: "Let's go, there is no place for us to stand here."

Elena looked around, then asked with a wry smile: "Where can we go, where can we gain a foothold?"

"The Kingdom of France is so big, there is always a place for us to stay." The face of the Saint of Light gradually became stronger: "I don't know why the goddess ignored this disaster, but I believe that this is also a good opportunity for us to stay. Our test. We have to disappear for a while.”

"We want to hide? Why?" Elena asked.

"In order to deal with the evil god's aura, we mobilized all the elites from across the country, and then they all died." The Saint of Light looked at the sunset in the distance: "Although there are still many believers in our divine religion, almost all the high-end ones are missing. In terms of combat power, compared with other temples, we are just a fat pig with no means of counterattack. "

"Soon they will raise their butcher's knife against us."

Hearing this, Elena and others frowned. One of the paladin yelled: "They dare?"

"How dare they!" Saintess of Light sneered: "We were so strong and powerful before. One Cook can make us achieve our current virtues. Are you sure that other divine religions don't have another Jack or Hulk?"

The paladin's expression was ugly, but he had to admit that the saint was right.

The Holy Lady of Light continued: "Now we have no hope in the Holy Realm, and not many people will be willing to listen to us anymore. The unorganized divine religion will not be the opponent of other sects. We must hide and develop in secret Believers who are willing to be loyal to us, survive this fatal blow, and then take them back to the sanctuary to rebuild a new sanctuary when the enemies think we are dead.”