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The unexpected behavior of the church somewhat surprised Lin Tuo, but it also saved him from entanglement.

All teams returned immediately, which greatly reduced their workload.

However, considering the transfer of the other party, it also takes time, plus several hours of continuous busy, mentally and physically exhausted.

Lin Tuo simply took the clone back into his body for the time being, prepared to wait for the people to gather together, and have another pot end.

Withdrawing his spiritual consciousness from the sand table, he reluctantly discovered that it was night again. Fortunately, this time Huaxi finally knew that he was looking for food, which made Lin Tuo, a teacher, greatly relieved.

There was no word at night, and it was the next day in a blink of an eye.

Going into the sand table through the clone to collect the news, confirming that the teams are indeed being transferred, the church knights even found the chariots and installed the wizards together, trying to return as quickly as possible.

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

"Since the church team is on the way, it's better to take the opportunity to search for more books."

After all, there are too few books collected from Oak Town. Yesterday, I searched some in another city and moved to the desert island in the sand table. However, Lin Tuo was not satisfied.

Regardless of whether there is value or not, after all, search it first.

After making up his mind, throughout the next day, Lin Tuo frequently used his clone to travel around the kingdom, visit churches, and searched a lot of books.

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

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Drae Kingdom, the sacred plain

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

Once the pope's will was issued, it spread quickly, and no one knew what it meant.

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

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

Speculation about Lin Tuo's identity was also raging.

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

No one thinks this is a threat. On the contrary, many people secretly squeeze sweat for the unknown strong man.

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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 cloister, he heard the report from his subordinates.

"Follow the previous arrangements." Cisse said.

When his subordinates retreated, the cardinal, who specializes in the way of purifying light, slowly lifted his steps and came to the high platform.

As the most powerful transcendent force on this continent, no one dared to invade the holy city. Therefore, the city wall is also symbolic.

Very low.

Standing here, Archbishop Cisse could clearly see the entire plain, the knights that were billowing in smoke and rushing into the queue, and the wizards who were being pulled, confused and imprisoned outside the city.

He was gradually lost in thought.

Yes, those returning teams were not allowed to enter the city. All the Templar knights and magicians gathered together and stood in battle, seeming to be waiting for something.

Thousands of wizards were randomly placed between the city wall and the cult.

No one knows why the Pope gave such an order.

As one of the archbishops, although Cisse had guesses, he could not confirm.

After all, his power is limited to the interior of the holy city. Although he is nominally respected, he is still far behind the other archbishops who control the real power of the diocese, and he has never been able to enter the core of power.

However, although there were doubts in his heart, Cisse cautiously did not confide. For some reason, the pope, who was originally just a majestic pope, has become more and more feared since the fight a year ago.

Every time I saw it, Cisse was terrified.

Not only the pope himself, but also some other high-level people in the holy city, the temperament is much gloomy.

Even Cisse, who had practiced the Divine Purifying Technique since he was a child, often experienced dramatic changes in emotions for no reason. All of this made him vigilant.

It is not that he has not tried to explore. For example, when the "Heritage Judgment Order" issued in the name of the oracle was issued, he was able to publicly express his opposition at the church meeting.

However, until today, a year later, Cisse still clearly remembered the indifference and profound glances cast by the Pope and his colleagues in the conference room at the time after he expressed their opposition.

As for the memory of the second half of the meeting, it was strangely lost. When Cisse returned to his senses, he was stunned to find that his signature had been added to the doctrine.

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

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

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

From the early morning hours, wisps 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, a majestic thunder flashed by, making people tremble from the soul.

This feeling made Cisse very uncomfortable, and when his gaze swept across the plain, the thousands of shamans in ragged clothes, who were circled like animals, became more uncomfortable.

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"Crack!"

On the plains, when the loud spring thunder blossomed above his head, Gray, dragging two heavy shackles, subconsciously paused, trying to raise his head, but failed.

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

That is his daughter.

As a wizard who was “captured” earlier, in the past two months, Gray has dragged this yoke to follow the Knights Templar through dozens of towns.

His original strong body has become thinner, and his former high spirit has been replaced by numbness, but it is his 10-year-old daughter who really worries him.

Although he had done his best along the way, the slender and lightweight skeleton of the copy on his back was inevitably less weightless.

Fortunately, they finally arrived at their destination.

Holy City...

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

However, this city does not have the holiness in the eyes of believers, but is full of gloom and suicide.

"I can finally get rid of it." Thinking in his mind, Gray's cracked mouth made 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 chains showed similar expressions.

For them, is death not liberation?

After so much torture, if ordinary people had already died on the road.

But as wizards, their vitality is far more tenacious than they seem. This was the envy of everyone in the past, but now it only makes the pain more prolonged.

"Stop! Wait in place."

However, to Gray's surprise, the knights in black cloaks behind him did not drive them into the city, but gathered everyone in a clearing.

They seem to be the last group, because there have been so many wizards gathered there.

Or sit or lie on the cold ground, like a herd of sheep to be slaughtered.

"Is this the procedure of the trial? That's right, the heresy probably won't be allowed to enter the so-called holy city." Gray was puzzled for a while, but quickly 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 awaken her. The fragile flower-like little girl opened her eyes and said timidly:

"Are you resting..."

"Yes, you can rest, Annie, go to sleep." Gray forced a smile and sat on the ground.

"Dad." The girl named Annie seemed to have a premonition. She raised her head hard and looked around, and found that there were so many people around her, much more than before.

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

"We... don't... don't have to continue on the road." Anne suddenly asked, who was older than her peers.

Gray was silent, not knowing how to answer for a while, and then only felt that his daughter was leaning on his shoulder and said with a calm expression:

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

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

"Yeah, it's good news."

After saying this, inexplicably, both father and daughter seemed to be brisk, and even briefly forgot the pain of the past and the coming death, and began to chat aimlessly.

This atmosphere quickly infects the people around and spreads quickly. When death comes, of course some people cry in pain, but there are also many people who show the opposite side.

If it is the past, they will take a break during the journey, and most of them will seize every opportunity to try to sleep, rest, or meditate to restore their physical strength to relieve pain.

However, at this moment, the terrifying knights are all gathered in the distance, no one is staring at them with cold water and whips, but the wizards have no idea of ​​rest.

Instead, they would fight up and chat with familiar or unfamiliar counterparts.

Talking about hometown, family, work, hobbies, pets, flowers...Only, no one talks about death.

The sky is still cold, and there are flashes of electricity from time to time, but compared to the priests who fear the power of heaven, these wizards unexpectedly "flag up."

Gradually, some people even started to point to the Knights of the Order in the distance:

"You said, what are those guys doing there?"

"Who knows, it's probably a formation, wait for us to behead our heads, haha."

"No, no, no, according to the book, the usual method of dealing with heresy should be tied to the gallows and burned to death."

"Tsk, then they are in trouble. It's raining. We are all soaked. It's not so easy to burn."

"Hahaha..."

It had been brewing for several hours, and finally a lot of laughter was mixed in the spring rain that finally fell.

It's raining.

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

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

"I think there are other possibilities," said a wizard from another team who was not far from Gray during the conversation, with a complex expression. "I heard their conversation and said that I seemed to be waiting for someone."

"Wait? Is it the Pope?"

"No, waiting for the pope to face the city, there is no reason to face the south.

Do you know that a few days ago, did the adult who killed two church knights and rescued hundreds of wizards?I heard that I was waiting for him."

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

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

Gray’s team arrived last, or for the first time to know about it: "That should be a powerful wizard."

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

"This...impossible..."

People looked at each other without any hope, and almost no one had any illusions about getting here.

If 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 in neat rows, and behind them is the church headquarters, the holy city of Hayeks.

Countless church powerhouses are stationed in it, and there is even the terrifying pope who is said to be the mainland's first powerhouse.

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

"He can't come." Gray sitting on the ground said calmly, but Annie, who was leaning against him, suddenly frowned, did not speak, just turned her head and looked forward suspiciously.

Her natural ability is related to perception, and is closer to "passive" spellcasting.

At this moment, in her dim perception, on the other side of the sacred plain, there seemed to be a powerful force approaching quickly.

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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 a red coat has been drenched in drizzle.

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

Although he didn't know the specifics, he also guessed that the Pope's move seemed to be to lure the mysterious powerhouse who rescued the "heresy".

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

In the face of thousands of heavily armed knights and the entire holy city, even the crazy "witches" will retreat. How can they come before they can escape?

"Unless that's a lunatic." Cisse whispered to himself, however, for some reason, he was clearly aware of some fatal danger in his heart, and he was fast approaching.

At this moment, all of a sudden, I saw a giant eagle flying quickly from the front of the Sacred Plain!

During the flight, there was a weird cry.

It was a flying monster kept 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, in front of the neatly organized queue, the sect's grand knight commander suddenly drew his sword, which was a signal for battle:

"Face the enemy!"

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"Kacha!" At the same time, a thunder in the sky rolled down. On the steps of the church, Archbishop Cisse palpitated, and his hands hung in his sleeves trembled.

Immediately, he looked at the end of the sacred plain in astonishment, and the figure suddenly appeared.

"he came?!"