Sword of Daybreaker

The heresy trial went to the edge of out of control.

Franberry has imagined all the possible variables in the heresy trial. The biggest crisis he conceived is his own magical failure. After all, using big gods to identify heresy is affected by many uncontrollable factors, and his own strength. It is not high enough to control this magic 100%.

However, he did not think that the accident would come from the opposite direction: his magic was strengthened.

Seeing that the milky white halo spread toward the entire square, Franberry realized that the situation would be out of control.

Because he actually knew from the beginning that the civilians in the outskirts of Lu'an were afraid that few people could pass the test of great deity.

The long-term blockade has already severely eroded the will of believers. The leaflets circulating around the city have shaken everyone’s belief in the **** of light. Franberry may not care about the life of the people at the bottom, but as a A senior priest, he knows at least the people. At least, he understands how weak the ordinary people's minds are in this situation. The "big gods" is an extremely harsh test. At the beginning of creation, it is not used for the heretical trial of ordinary people. The real role of this magic is to test the mental power of the clergy!

Applying this magical technique for testing extraordinary people to ordinary people and calling it "heretical trial" is very simple: it is just to ensure that everyone who stands on the opposite side of the church can be quickly convicted. .

Therefore, there is nothing fair about this trial from the beginning, because in fact, no matter who the soldiers grab from the square, that person has ninety-nine may be identified as heresy!

The temporary bishop of Lu’an City immediately cut off his maintenance of the magic, but the situation has not changed at all: the aftermath of the great deity has been strengthened under some unknown power, it is still spreading, and it has been shrouded in the square. Those on the head!

The civilians were turbulent, but there was no time to escape the scope of the magic. The white aura was swept over the heads of all people. What happened next made every sergeant feel helpless: one after another, the turbulent light appeared. Curtain, one after another civilians were identified as heretics by the gods!

The halo spreads all the way, and the turbulent and broken light curtains are all in one piece, and in that piece of "here" mark, the number of people who can keep the constant light is less than 10%, and even that one, it The light is also dim and dark, and it may be extinguished at any time. It is not even a test.

In this church city, the city is a "here."

Franberry only felt dizzy, and the smashed light curtain flew toward him like an endless black tide, and in this dizzying view he saw a more terrible sight:

The aura spread not only to the civilians, but also to the priests who stood on the edge of the high platform and were disciplined.

In those **** officials, there is also a violent and shattered light curtain!

Then the Knights of the Holy See and the church soldiers were horrified and nervously watching the aura of their magic. At the next moment, the light curtains on them were also broken, as if the black stains of ink stains were all around them.

"Oh God……"

Exclaimed from the gods behind Franberg, the temporary bishop immediately tightened his mind, trying to control his heart, wanting it not to jump so fast, but when he turned back, The terrible scene still caused his breathing to stop suddenly:

In the gods on the high platform, between the priests from the Cathedral of Luan, two highly respected assistant bishops looked at themselves desperately, and by their side, a dim light was gradually breaking, and The dark cracks are getting more and more.

The great deity that was supposed to spread only in the direction of the square, after suddenly being strengthened, actually affected the gods!

"Insist on faith!" Franberry finally couldn't help but exclaim, "Don't doubt your beliefs! Don't doubt what you are doing!"

After exclaiming, the temporary bishop’s mind suddenly flashed the picture that he just saw.

In the square, between the civilians closest to the trial high, there were just a few bright and constant lights that suddenly appeared...

He once thought that it was a very rare belief in a civilian who was born with a light and affinity. Although it is very rare, it is not unimaginable, but now he finally realizes the abnormality of this matter. Or he should have realized it from the beginning, but the horror mentality at that time made him lose his judgment in the most critical seconds.

Those glory are not the light that comes out after the test of "big gods", but the light! It is something like magic!

"The Cecils are in the square!" Franberry lifted the scepter in his hand and shouted to the knights and soldiers around the platform who were still in a panic and nervousness. "Catch those... ..."

His shouts came to an abrupt end, because when he looked across the square, the suspicious people had already disappeared.

As soon as the situation began to get out of control, those people were evacuated.

He only saw a few weird metal plates falling on the ground, the surface of those metal plates floating bright and radiant, and a burst of powerful magical waves coming from those metal plates.

In the moment of François's blasphemy, the metal plates seemed to be unable to withstand some kind of pressure, and when they creaked, they sparked and some smoke, and the holy radiance floating on the surface of the metal plate immediately dissipated.

And as those weird "spirit props" stopped working, the great gods that spread around the square finally stopped.

But everything is irreparable, and the entire square is in a dead silence.

Franberry stood on a high wooden platform and maintained a terrible face like a statue. He looked at the civilians who were also in a sluggish and rigid state, and the silent officials, running wildly in his mind. problem:

When a heretic trial directly identifies almost all believers and priests in the city as heretics, what should be done as one of the only, not heretical, people? !

Shouting the name of the Lord to purify the heresy of this city? Or do you have nothing to happen, when the power of the Lord has occasionally failed so once?

For the first time, Franberry’s life hoped that the **** of the Holy Light could immediately drop the punishment and burn himself to death. It is better to face the most difficult choice in life.

However, at this moment, a strange whistling sound suddenly came from the sky and interrupted the temporary bishop's life choice.

He was sluggish for a moment when he heard the whistling sound, as if he hadn't reacted to what it was, but soon he noticed the fear of the exiled knight on the edge of the square, so he realized it instantly. The meaning of those voices.

It was the Cecil, the "Skyfire" of the Cecils came in! Those Cecils finally got started!

At this moment, Franberry could not restrain his ecstasy. All his problems seemed to be solved with the help of the Celsians. He turned and looked at the gods behind him. He woke up one by one. On the face of the sacred priest, he also saw similar joy.

The Cecils finally used their weapons to attack this holy city!

The out-of-control trial of heresy, the questioning and opposition of the spread of the city, all this will become a thing of the past. When the Cecils attacked directly, all the mistakes made by the priests of the cathedral would become generous. The pre-teaching embellishment, and François... has long been prepared for the martyrdom.

He is indeed devout, and the gods in the cathedral are also devout. They are not afraid of death from the beginning. It is not the courage to whitewash, but the true belief that death is not in fear of the **** of the light. In the bones of these senior priests, even the most greedy and selfish clerics will have a great courage in the face of the "main sacrifice".

"The time for the sacrifice of the Lord is here!" Franberry suddenly shouted, and he raised his scepter high, and the brilliant light spurted out from behind him. "I will prove my piety with blood!"

The gods and officials also shouted enthusiastically: "The time for the sacrifice of the Lord is here!"

The whistling sound in the air was far and near, and finally reached the sky above the city. The eyes of Franberry, who belonged to the extraordinary, had seen the magical weapons wrapped in the pale blue air flowing in the air. He saw those Things flew from the southeast of the city, like a falcon, and they couldn't help but squint their eyes and open their arms to the devil's arms, waiting quietly for death.

The great faith sacrificed for the Holy Light God encouraged him to make his body excitedly shivering.

Then, those "skyfires" that flew from afar burst on their own.

With a much smaller sound than the explosion of the ordinary magic crystal shells, the cyan air mass flying over the city one after another disintegrated, exploded, and the metal structure in the air mass package was also torn apart, and after the hollow shells exploded There are countless sloppy pieces of paper falling from the sky.

Franberry squinted and opened his hands. After waiting for a long time but did not wait for death, he couldn't help but open his eyes in confusion, but saw the civilians in the square stretching his neck and looking at the sky.

A piece of paper fell from the front of the eye, and the temporary bishop immediately grabbed it. He looked at the thing falling from the sky in confusion, but it was a familiar and exquisite printed handwriting:

"...the heresy is the biggest lie...

"... sacrificing civilians and the willingness to kidnap civilians. This kind of behavior is no different from robbers...

"...the light should not be decided by the gods in the church. The light is for everyone...

"Abandoning unnecessary confrontation, Cecil will treat all friends equally..."

With a whistling and whistling sound, more and more pieces of paper fluttered down, and Franberry looked up at the sky with a sluggish look. He felt that the pieces of paper were as if they were snowing, and they were endless.

The leader of the Discipline monk finally reacted. The senior priest wearing a black robe shouted at this moment the only sentence he could think of that might save the situation a little:

"It's the evil magic of the Cecils! The Cecils used the evil magic and the devil's contract to interfere with the heresy ceremonies! The ceremony was abolished by the trial they destroyed, invalid!"

The gods and the regiments echoed in a loud voice. Franberry suddenly restored some spirits in these shouts. He last encouraged the Holy Light and announced the result of today’s farce: "This heresy is evil." The impact of the operation, temporary suspension."

Then the tall, temporary bishop directly ignored everyone in the square. He completely forgot the reaction of the civilians, as if he had escaped and walked through the gates of the church area with the gods.

In the outer edge of the square, a pair of amber eyes passed through the window of a residential building, watching the farce in the square in a cold and intimate form in the form of a farce.

Franberger hid back to the church area, and the bishops and priests of Lu'an were still alive.

But the Church of the Light on the land of the Southland is finally dead.

There is only one thing left to do now.