The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Estrada, the hand of miracles, the mightiest saints, the grounders of the Holy Light, an honorable name that represents countless merits and great achievements, whose figure is often seen in the epic epic of heroes that have always been sung in the pub, and "living epic" is probably the most appropriate if it is hard to sum up the first half of his legendary life with a separate title.

“He is the most devout, brave, humble and mighty of the holy knights.” This is both what Roland knows about it and what the world has always thought of it.

Pious, for hundreds of years he has never abandoned the faith of the Holy Light, limiting himself with justice and precepts in his heart every moment, daily devotional prayer, fresh water and black bread to keep himself away from greed, and no one dares question his faith, even the successive Popes, who are deeply restrained against him.

Courageous, in countless wars, Estrada never refused as long as someone reached out to him to help him, as long as it was in keeping with the justice in his heart, and as long as he participated in the war, he was forever in the forefront, and there were scars all over his body that even Holy Light could not heal, but no scars on the deserters' vests.

“ ……. Holy Light will never refuse a mortal plea, and as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will fight for Holy Light and justice to the last moment. ”

Simple words were never the slogan of nothingness, and even in a hopeless despair, as long as there was a redeemer behind him, he never left.

Humble, unlike the other luxurious superiors of life, he has never had the consciousness of a high ecclesiastical level, he lives in a church-equipped collective dormitory, where anyone can go directly to him, while the old Saint has countless disciples, he likes young warriors, and he enjoys his life by cultivating talent, and there are countless heroic masterpieces on that long list of disciples, one of which, he has a headache.

“… Roland, if you can be a little more serious, you can definitely be one of the most powerful knights of all time. No, no, no, no, that's not the reason you missed school. In order to meet your talents, I'll give you a special supplementary lesson. Holy Light. How about swordsmanship? What, you're a sword saint already? Shall we talk about philosophy? What, philosophical and theological debates? Okay, if you lose, give your wallet back to the brothers. Oh, I'm gonna lose? A joke.”

Estrada still remembers that on that sunny afternoon, the young man with the sunny smile, with his brother's wallet, who had just won the bet, won his salary for six months with some mysterious trickery.

“To satisfy your utilitarian beliefs? Just acknowledge its pure faith in justice? Little Roland, please don't tell anyone, no, I'm not saying no to your ideas, otherwise you won't win. But some guys, more stubborn and stubborn than I am, are directly annihilating their own opponents who cannot be defeated in the debate. I don't care, but you're young. Don't give yourself any trouble. ”

Perhaps Esoterada's last regret was that he did not pursue the bottom line and did not reverse Roland's overzealous thoughts at the outset, just that it was a strange thought of a young genius that would gradually be corrected in harsh realities and popular perceptions, but did not expect that point of disagreement to widen and that he would move one step at a time to an irreversible level.

Powerful, long years have made him realize that there is no point in justice without power as a backup, and that the strongest saint... no, perhaps he is the strongest human being, and no one will object, even though it has been more than a hundred years since his last strike.

“ ……. Roland, past hatred has driven you crazy. It is my fault that I created you and did not let you be saved from the fate of despair. Roland, face me! Face your disqualified mentor. Today, I will be here to correct the mistakes of the past, even if I pay my life. ”

The glow of the everlasting night holocaust, which was singled out for countless natural disasters of the dead, is still engraved in the eyes of the world. After the demise of the Allied forces of the Holy See, the great achievements of the everlasting Emperor and his legions were challenged alone, and have become the most glorious embroidery on the ceiling of the cathedral.

Pious, brave, humble, powerful, as a holy knight, Estrada is perfect, and if you want to find any flaws from him, you probably have to be too perfect, too bright.

Historical Popes have seen it as a useful knife, but only so, when the prestige of the individual prevails over that of the Pope, when those “personal words” conflict with doctrine and ecclesiastical authority from time to time, the high ecclesiastical ranks naturally find him annoying.

Over the years, he has also become accustomed to being idle and ostracized, and his position has taken off and landed countless times, but his beliefs have not wavered in the slightest, just doing what is in his hands.

“... child, justice is not hard to understand, it is only a sincere philosophy, and faith is the process of discovering and expanding one's philosophy. We pursue the faith of Holy Light only in the belief that he can preserve the kindness of the hearts and minds of men. When you need to make a choice, ask your heart and you can make the choice that belongs to you - early spring AD226. ”

Although his beliefs differed somewhat from those of the higher ecclesiastical levels, the phrase "not the doctrine that guides good is cult" gave him countless trouble, but the teaching of faith continued to spread throughout the continent, and countless young people chose the glorious profession of the Holy Knight, and the Holy Path of the Holy Knight was subtly distinguished from other clergy. While the motto of the young knight outside the city, the "goodness of the heart” became the weakness of the strongest holy knight always attacked.

“What choice would you make if the divine message of the Holy Light were to conflict with your righteousness? ”

Someone once questioned him, and his answer provoked countless controversies, thinking he had caught his braids, but he laughed publicly, and the thunderous answer still echoed over the entire cathedral.

“On Holy Light, if there is a conflict between my faith and the most elementary morality and justice, then what is the necessity of such a faith? ”

That year, it was evidenced by the powerful holy light that came down from the sky, and that's what he thought, and that's what he did.

This year, when the divine messengers representing the faith descend from the heavens, and when they decide to slaughter the heathen, when the will of the so-called gods and the most basic conflicts of moral justice, and when the contention of pure ideas translates into real conflicts of life and death, what choices does he make?

Two days ago, he received a letter from his disciple, beginning with the same question.

“I ask you again, mentor, what do you choose when the will of the Holy Light God and the faith of goodness that comes from the heart extend to you in a conflict of justice? ”

Estrada was still confused, but now she can only pinch the letter on her chest and smile helplessly.

“Really? Have you seen it through? So, Roland, I tell you, my thoughts have never changed, and if Holy Light's beliefs are truly extinct of even the most elementary goodwill, then what is the need for such beliefs to exist? ”

The silver hammer of holy light landed heavily on the ground, and the heavily armed old jihadist knight rode the old horse in front of the infinite Jihad army.

The old knight shook his head helplessly. For many years, he was known as the ground spokesperson for Holy Light. He never thought that one day he would face the flag of war representing Holy Light and Justice, but his arms did not shake at all, and that boiling fighting spirit had explained everything.

“Holy Light will never refuse a mortal cry for help, and as long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will fight for Holy Light and justice to the last moment. ”

Behind it is the heathen city state, the old knight's usual roar echoed throughout the battlefield, and at this point, in front of the weak old knight, the vanguard of the glorious Jihad Regiment somehow retreated.

No, not all of us have retreated, but some have suddenly taken a step forward and come out under the banner of the glorious Holy Light.

“Kane? I didn't expect you to be the first to come to me, my disciple. ”

With some nostalgia, some surprise, and no hesitation, the Old Saint is ready to face any opponent, even if he is his proudest disciple.

“Old antiques, your disciples don't count. What's so strange about having one of me? ”

It was a dark middle-aged knight, and Ken, the saint of the demigod, came to Estrada, pulling out his long sword and then turning and shouting at the place he had just arrived.

“Hey, the old antiques have taken precedence again, how long are you going to wait? Is it slower than I am, the loser? ”

A holy knight walked out of the camp silently, pulling out his blade to face the old friendly army, and their companions, who stayed in place, could only sit there in shame and watch it all happen.

“Holy light on...”

This time out, not only the Holy Knight, but the once devout Reverend of Holy Light made his own choices, even if it would deprive him of all his status and honor, even if it would make him the most shameful traitor and corrupt of his past. Reverend Fall.

“… in the event of a conflict between the divine beliefs and the most elementary morality and justice… ”

The knights of the kingdom who participated in the Jihad also came out of the queue, whose virtues did not slaughter civilians, and the blushing knights made the decision not to humiliate future generations, even if it would expose them to the wrath of their lords and kings.

“… killing civilians? Damn, that's more than two million people, what's the need for such a belief? ”

Estrada's famous speech was read out by all, and the resonance of faith allowed them to make the same choices, and in the next 10 minutes, in the hesitation of the front-line commanders and the time they asked their superiors, the scattered warriors made their own choices.

Although Estrada was still less than a percent of the other side, and even though they would be crushed to pieces by the army the next minute, he was satisfied with the laughter.

Yeah, what's not satisfying about him, being a saint and a believer, being able to get so many people to acknowledge their beliefs from the bottom of their hearts, even martyr for them, even if they die the next moment, what's not satisfying?

Suddenly, an old bishop in a red robe came out of the crowd trembling, wrinkled with his staff, gasping heavily, surrounded by servants and guardian knights hurried up.

“… Bishop Stephen. ”

Yes, this is the current leader of the Allied Coalition, Archbishop Stephen, the filthy, despicable "do-grabber", who is now at the height of his life, but doesn't seem to be able to live long.

And if Estrada betrayed the Church here, if the Expeditionary Army of the Church split here, I'm afraid the crown he just got would lose its light, and he would definitely come to stop it.

“ ……. Stephen, needless to say, I've made up my mind. ”

Even though many people in the church were ashamed of Stephen's actions, looking at the old man who was about to be saved and remembering what he had done, Estrada had some regrets. In his memory, Stephen, a former schoolmate, was a stubborn orphan who had been bullied and not complained about, but had been hiding and crying for helpless people.

And in the eyes of the crowd, finally the exasperated old bishop opened his mouth.

“Estrada, I... I'm not here to stop you, I know that now that you've made up your mind, words mean nothing to you, I... Cough, cough, cough...

A severe cough caused the old man to bend over and bleed on the ground, but he stubbornly stood with his cane and his teeth bitten.

Seeing the scene in front of him, even Estrada was a little intolerant, and he tried to help, but the archbishop knocked out the help he extended.

“Bang!”

Old Stephen finally stood tall, but the old man's eyes were flaming wills, and the old man's roar echoed throughout the world.

“I know you despise me as a 'dirty bastard who robbed the war’ and a 'black-hearted bastard who stepped on a bureaucratic bone', but I am also a believer in Holy Light involved, sacrificing my personal honor to bring us hope and light... You say that as a bishop, as a propagator of Holy Light and pastoralist, did I do wrong... ”

The old man's blood eyes swept back and forth and heard the roar from the bottom of his heart. These days, though he took power, his eyes were more full of contempt. He once lived and died with his relatives and friends, and he was able to tell who his grievances were. Today, in the eyes of all, they burst out.

The Holy Knights who looked down on him in the past changed somewhat, perhaps they were too harsh on the elderly in the past, but this was not a reason for them to change their present practices, and the next scene made everyone afraid to believe it.

“And now he… I have spared everything to preserve the Holy Light faith, not even the most fundamental justice, and I have spared everything to preserve what he does. Mentor, I am no longer the leader of this coalition, I am with you in the face of the future, even if it is doomed to death, even if I cannot go to heaven in the future... cough cough cough cough. ”

Heavy coughs allowed him to bend back again, but this time the old bishop let his mentor lift himself up.

At this point, even the fighters still in the Holy Light camp are paying tribute to the old man, who has long lost his reputation.

And when the leaders of the Supreme Alliance betrayed each other, this time, the whole jihadist coalition was silent, the warriors who had just made their choice were hesitating again, and some naive people were speculating, perhaps, that if more betrayers were chosen, the civil war in the Diocese Church would not erupt, which would be a crucial turning point in history.

And at this moment, the brilliant fire breaks through the sky...

“… ah! ”

The giant sword of fire fell from the sky, and old Stephen didn't even scream and send it out. He was nailed to the ground by the blazing sword of the bear, and the old bishop who had just made a choice from the bottom of his heart fell.

“This is Saint... I don't regret..."

The unwilling old man finally poked his hand into the sky and finally took a look at the beautiful world, turning grey and black ashes into the hands of his mentor, and the trace of blood just spit out on the ground became his final trace.

The flaming angel descended from the sky stood halfway through the sky, and the angel, Akasmomer, stared down at the mortal, even at this moment, without any emotional fluctuations.

And in the middle of the air behind him, the mighty legions of angels had assembled, and the angels under the heavy armor had just looked this way silently, and the fiery flames on the white wings and the sword had shown their choice.

“Holy ordinance of the Holy Light, traitor, without pardon. ”

Face to face is the old knight's hammer.