Shaman from Afar

"... blasphemous blood, ridiculed salvation ..."

At silent midnight, the wine cellar under the Gorse Manor was full of people. The people in black robes held up torches in their hands and arranged in two rows in the wine cellar. The neat singing echoed constantly.

"... If you promise, we will bow down and submit ..."

The cold and depressed darkness, the shadow of the blazing fire, the hoarse and deep singing ... Under the background of fanaticism, it seemed extremely strange.

At the end of the crowd holding up the torches, there is a figure wearing the same hood and robe; the bowed waist trembling, hiding himself from the head to the feet in the robe;

Looking down the crowd, at the end was a square table covered in red satin, with a delicate sterling silver wine glass in the center; standing next to it was a man wearing a bright red cloak and hood, leaning on a purple Wooden walking stick.

Under the gaze of a pair of eyes shot from under the hood, the person wearing a robe and a hood bowed to the waist, trembling step by step toward the square table; the pace of the rush is as if every step is stepping on the beating heart .

"... Father, please guide us to wake up from this dark nightmare ..."

The deep and solemn singing continued, and the blazing fire lightened the next face and face of the hood, pair and pair of excitement to the terrifying eyes, as if this group of people in robe hood can always Torn clothes and turned into real beasts.

And the man in red is still waiting for the footsteps of "he".

"... on the road to freedom at your fingertips ..."

The person wearing the robe and hood walked towards the square table step by step. The black tips exposed from the gap of the hood were not conspicuous under the clothes and dim light, and no one paid special attention to these;

"... to embark on the road to seeing you ..."

A man in a red dress walked over to the square table, and the hearts of the man in a robe and hood would stand still. At the man's sign in the red dress, he humbly opened his arms, bent down and knelt in front of him.

The song came to an abrupt halt, and everyone in the wine cellar sagged slightly, holding a torch around the square table, and under the hood was a solemn and fanatical face.

The man in red raised the purple shirt wooden cane in his hand, and slowly spoke in a low and quiet atmosphere:

"My devout brothers and sisters; it ’s been too long since the last rally ... The Holy Cross Church in the Red Blood Castle has been suppressing us, chasing our companions everywhere, forcing us to have to flee in embarrassment. In the shadows and secretly;

This is a time of sorrow; the evil devil occupies the hearts of all people,-they foolishly believe in the evil **** called the Holy Cross, and fear the fire-breathing dragon ... the **** of the evil god; but let the real heavenly father and salvation The Lord is silent;

They claim to be halal, but enjoy the unimaginable luxury of the civilians; they claim to be noble, but are degenerate to compete for worldly power;

A group of hypocritical cunning evil people, they believe not the holy cross idol hanging at the top of the church, but the evil thoughts, greed and sensuality in their hearts; the soul of all life in the world is controlled by such a humble reptile!

They are full of lies, full of vices, full of greed, and evil spirits ... The Bayerns since twelve generations have surrendered to the feet of such a group of people;

But it doesn't matter, because no matter how rampant the evil god's forces are, and how to make waves to kill the righteous, the Savior's voice will never be wiped out!

They rebuked the arrogance of the Bain people, but they did not understand that it was pride and pride that created Bain ’s prosperity and prosperity;

They regard drinking as the source of the depravity of the Bayern, but they do not know that for the Bayern, fine wine is blood! "

Fanatic cheering echoed in the wine cellar, and the blazing fire flashed continuously in the shadows.

"And today, there will be another person who will soon join us to become a lamb blessed by the true Father and Savior and drink wine with us!

Fres Pasteur, a loyal servant of the Turin family, who has served as the steward and winemaker of the gorse farm for the Turin family;

But he is also a true believer-it is precisely because of his generosity and kindness that we can gather here and share the fine wine the Savior has given us;

He is loyal to the Turin family, but also to his faith;

From him, I saw unprecedented sincerity, saw the sacrifice spirit that a true believer should have; seeing him, I saw hope;

We live in a time of sorrow, an invisible world shrouded in evil spirits; but the more so, is it not the time to test whether our faith is firm? !

It is for this reason that we are holding a rally at this moment of tension. We welcome our loyal partner Mr. Fres Pasteur to formally join us and become one of us. Come and cheer him together! "

"Beauty wine is blood--! Wine is blood--! Wine is blood--! Wine is blood--!"

The fanatic reverberated without stopping, the man in red turned around, and Bi Gong cut his arms openly, dripping blood into the cup;

The goblet of sterling silver passed through the crowd, and each believer dripped his own plasma in the cup, and then passed the wine glass to the next believer in a very solemn manner;

Holding the wine glass full of blood in both hands, the low voice of the man in red echoed in the wine cellar:

"Get up, Fres Pasteur, drink the wine in this glass, become our partners, and witness the gospel of the Father and Savior!"

The man in the robe and hood slowly stood up, blocking the figure of the man in red in front of himself, and Bi Jing took the wine glass from his hands respectfully.

"Come on, drink it; after drinking it you will understand, what is our heavenly Father and Savior ..."

While still talking, the voice of the man in red suddenly stopped.

"Uh ... uh ... ah ... you, you ..."

Looking at the sharp blade that protruded from under the opponent's wrist and pierced his neck; the incredible man in red spit blood and looked up at the person in front of him.

Black, black eyes.

"Why, how are you ... Fress Pasteur ..."

"He has been put in the dungeon by Charles ... And thanks to you getting this fool to make Charles aware of the problem with the wines in stock; of course, he thought he was just a wine thief and he didn't have to report to Charlotte ..."

Loren, who lowered his voice, raised the corner of his mouth ... Because of the position and distance, the "heretics" behind them did not show their difference for the time being.

"Don't show such a surprised expression, obviously the person who should be surprised should be me." The black wizard said briskly, looking at the other person's familiar face and the familiar sign on the left hand glove from the corner of his gaze:

"The old Mr. John in the pub, or ... Lord Night Watchman of Byrne?"

The world in front of me gradually became blurred, and the throat pierced by the Xiu Jian blocked the spewing plasma; the mouth of the **** "Old John" trembles in the mouth, desperately trying to raise his arm without a trace of it. strength.

"The mutant monsters are rampant in the Red Blood Fort, and there are even suspected heresy groups ... In such a serious situation, the headquarters of the night watchman in the imperial capital is ignorant, and there is not even a little news, so there are only two explanations. Right? "

"Either the opponent is too cruel, so that the night watchman is exposed in advance and even destroyed; or ... that is, the night watchman of Byrne has collectively betrayed, has become a running dog of the heretics, and even ... a core member."

The self-talking black wizard gradually showed a little more enlightenment in his eyes.

Xiujian pulled out from his neck ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The splashing blood left a dark red on Loren's robe.

Losing energy, the old John shook his body, kneeled and his whole body collapsed on the ground; the moment he hit the ground saw the silver cup slipping from the hand of the black wizard, and the blood poured from the cup Red his vision.

At the moment of falling into eternal darkness, he tried to open his eyes and saw a petite figure rushing out of the crowd, taking off his hood and rushing towards the black wizard.

No ... don't ... run ... he ... this person is not something you can beat ...

"father--!!!!"

The grief-stricken Vivian, with the sharp blade in her hand, crushes the silence! ...

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