Sword of Daybreaker

Bishop Megall, the person who happened to have the same name as the Pope's Church of the Church of the Seven Hundred Years ago, is the head of the church in the Central Diocese. Wright is no stranger to this name - he ordered him to go to the Order of the Holy Church to teach in the South. The name of Megalo.

Only the Bishop of Miguel who signed the decree may not even know the existence of such a person. The bishop has to sign a lot of things every day.

The priest of the Light in front of Wright said his reasons for judgment. His tone was unquestionable, his expression was devout, and the man who was declared evil heresy whispered - the soldiers were heavy One foot may have broken his ribs. His voice was full of pain. The woman in the worn skirt tried to ask the soldiers to let go of her husband, but the silence of the law still bound her throat. Let her not make a sound.

Wright briefly silenced.

Therefore, those who have fled from the plains of the Holy Spirit to the south are true.

Therefore, the news that the merchants came to the Church of the Holy Light in the plains of the Holy Spirit to persecute the gods and gather wealth, is also true.

He looked up and looked at his "church compatriots" and asked: "Will they be judged?"

"They have already accepted the trial," the pastor said casually. "The words I just said are trials."

"What do they face?" Wright asked again.

"Do you still ask?" The one who spoke this time was one of the soldiers. "The man pulled a few dozen lashes on the square, and the woman closed the dungeon for a few days. Then they saw that they would not like to plead guilty. After they confessed their sins. It was sent to the church in the town, and then it was what the priests were going to do."

"The Light will give them a chance," said the priest with a white gold-rimmed bonnet. He probably thought that Wright was a bitter monk who had worked hard in a remote monastery, with a strong impatience in his tone. "They You can convert to the light, and then hand over half of the property to the redemption, and then the innocent, and of course they can not pay - then you can only go to the fire to verify their souls and save."

The last sentence seemed very humorous, and the two soldiers at the scene couldn’t help but laugh.

Wright silently glanced at the priest in front of him and looked at the two soldiers next to him. He could see that the two soldiers were not the Templars of the church, but the private lords of the local lords - these soldiers would Follow the priest to catch people, then the local lord must have benefited a lot from the redemption.

"You have caught a lot of people like this," he looked at the pastor wearing a white gold-rimmed soft hat. His tone was unprecedented. "A poor civilian like this, can you earn a few gold coins?"

The priest couldn't help but frown, and suddenly there was a hint of vigilance in his look: "Brother, you shouldn't care about this - this is the place of the Rielwen Church."

"Oh," Lai nodded and looked at the position of the two soldiers next to him. "Sacred light, I will bring you words."

The two soldiers looked at each other inexplicably, and the priest wearing a hood felt subconsciously a little dangerous, and could not help but put his hand on the sacred emblem on his chest: "What do you want to do?"

Wright said faintly: "The Light tells us that we must come forward in the face of evil -"

As the voice fell, he writhed his body and raised his arm. The huge fist brought a whistling sound in the air, as if a stone bullet hit the head of the soldier closest to him!

The soldier seemed to be scared. He was in the plain of the Holy Spirit without war. He could only wield a sword to scare the civilians. He faced this sudden attack and even did not react at all. He only heard a loud noise. The big fist of the casserole slammed into the soldier's helmet—the steel-built helmet blew around the soldier's head like a broken-down clock, and then he flew out.

Before flying out, the soldier completely fainted, and his helmet slammed down a large piece, as if it had been knocked by a warhammer.

After a punch, Wright did not regain strength, but instead turned the inertia directly for a half circle, a sweeping leg swept to another soldier, who finally reacted at this time, hurriedly jumped back and then followed Pulling out the one-handed sword at the waist and stabbing at Wright!

Wright had no fear of the sharp steel sword, his hands suddenly filled with a holy white light, then directly reached out and grabbed the blade of steel with flesh and blood, the light in his palm Surging, turned into a sturdy barrier, the soldiers were horrified to find that a sword that had been spurred out by the full force was captured by the priest wearing a robe - the sword seemed to be stuck in the crack of the wall. The same, let him use his whole body strength can not pump out!

Wright once vowed not to harm the Holy Light, but that doesn't mean he can't use the Holy Light to defend against the enemy.

At this moment, a burst of magical volatility suddenly came from behind, and Wright did not return. He just grabbed the blade in his hand, and the steel weapon was cracked all over, then he pulled it with force and held the sword. The soldier squatted in front of him, and the other hand smashed the shield off the soldier’s hand and grabbed the other’s neck – just like a chicken, he threw the soldier at that The direction of the pastor.

The priest wearing a white gold-rimmed bonnet squinted and smothered a sacred shock at a rapid rate in shock, but the hot light of the group was only hit by the soldiers who were thrown over, the latter being powerful. Light power slammed into the chest, suddenly screaming, fainting in the air, and the priest who released the magic can only escape to the side.

Before he stood firm, Wright rushed up.

“The Light tells us that bullying and weak behavior should be cast aside!”

Accompanied by this sentence, a huge fist banged on the priest's chest, but a layer of light gold shimmering shield appeared out of thin air, helping the priest to block this heavy blow, his body flew backwards, The sacred shield of disintegration is like blood flying all the way.

Wright didn't give the priest a chance to get up. He rushed up again, squatting in the dirt directly under the huge advantage of his body, and then raised his fist high.

“The Light tells us that the act of blasphemy and fall is more than the robber!”

The fist slammed down, and the frightened priest re-condensed a shield with the fastest speed of his life, and in the next second, he saw that the shield was punched by countless fine cracks. Countless spots of light splashed out of the shield.

The priest wanted to swear and swear to release any possible counter-manufacturing spells, but a huge sense of oppression shocked his mind and made him unable to tell a complete sentence—Wright was too familiar with the priest's battle process. He will not give this pastor any chance to resist.

The heavy fists were raised again, and the whistling wind slammed on the shield of the Holy Light.

“The Light tells us that the act of greed and wealth is the closest to the beast!” “砰——”

“The Light tells us that doing evil in the name of the Holy Spirit is especially good for doing evil in bad names!” “砰——”

"The Light tells us that if you do not punish the unrighteous act, it will be no different from evil!" "Hey!"

The heavy fist smashed the layer of crumbling light shield, and the sacred light could no longer protect the priest lying in the dirt. Wright slammed on the frightened face, and the latter suddenly became bloody.

Wright grabbed the priest's collar, pulled him to himself, and stared at the other's eyes and asked, "The Light tells you so much, have you remembered it?"

The priest was full of blood, and the horrified eyes seemed to be watching a madman, and the sly words were squeezed out of his throat: "Remember... remember..."

"No, you didn't remember," Wright shook his head and re-turned the priest back into the dirt. The right fist raised and slammed down. "You just got scared by me."

With a muffled sound, the priest wearing a white robe and a white gold-rimmed bonnet was **** and finally fainted.

"The Light tells us that it should be temperate."

Wright sighed softly and slowly stood up.

The layer of light that is around him and on his fist to protect himself does not know when it has disappeared.

He went to the couple of civilians and bent down to check their situation, but the first thing he heard was the woman's low exclamation - the silence of the woman on the woman finally failed.

"Don't be afraid, you are safe," Wright whispered, and carefully examined the man's injury - the young farmer's face was bruised and bloody, apparently he was beaten before being dragged out. But his heaviest injury was apparently the one kicked by the soldier with iron boots. He breathed in pain and rubbed his chest with his hand: his ribs were broken.

Wright knew how to bone, he dealt with the man's injury, let the other party not tamper, and then whispered for the response of the light.

Only a faint radiance emerged in front of him, and it was almost fleeting.

Wright snorted and seemed to understand something.

But he didn't say anything, just took out the prepared holy water and healing talisman from his arms. With the power of these magical items, he finally cured the man's injury.

"Thank you...thank you..." The young farmer climbed up from the ground and smiled palely. Although he still couldn't understand what happened, he knew at least that the person who seemed to be a pastor was saving himself.

"You'd better leave the village," Wright accepted the thank-you and reminded the other party. "You can't live here anymore."

He knew that the things that happened here would soon be passed to the church and the lords. Those villagers who saw the fight in the distance would definitely go to inform, although the people who started were him, but the lords and the priests in the church. It doesn't matter how much - and even if there is no such conflict, Wright knows that it is impossible for the couple to survive in this place.

They have been detained for unwarranted crimes and have been treated as heretics by the Church of Light. They can only face two results, either burned by fire or confessed in church, converted, and then handed over half. The property of the family is a "redemption", but for the poor people like them, is there still a way to live after surrendering half of the property?

Their land will be taken away and become the land of the church or the lord. Their houses are no exception. The best result, they will become serfs after this, and continue to cultivate fields that are not their own - even worse. As a result, it was hunger and cold when the winter came.

All of this was already doomed before Wright arrived.

"But where can we go..." The woman in the rag dress was swaying her clothes in pain, and she had never left the village for a lifetime. She couldn’t think of any living at the moment. "Where are we going to live..."

“I have learned carpenter craftsmanship,” said the young farmer. “But the lord will definitely take us back...”

"Go to Cecil, in the south," Wright said suddenly. "There is your way to live there."

"Cesil?" The couple looked at each other, and the information was occluded and ignorant. They did not know the existence of the pioneer.

Wright took a deep breath and then spit it out. He looked at the two people in front of him and solemnly said, "I will take you there."

(Recommended a book, "Quadruple Split", game novels, the protagonist is characterized by schizophrenia (literally), a very wonderful book in the direction of the brain. The author of the micro-leaf phoenix is ​​actually a reader in my group, no I know that everyone knows... Although I just knew that he was writing a book, I decided to take a sip of milk, in case of fire.)