Chapter 85

The breeze blew over the curtain. The friar in the white robe put the sword back into the sheath. He thought for a moment and walked in.

On the mirror in his heart, the dust left by the Duke of Buckingham was changing gently. He stepped on the dangerous string, because he was curious about the vulgarity which should be regarded as "dirty" and "taboo" by the blessed one, and the original sin was born in the vulgarity. As early as the teacher sighed, the seed named "curiosity" was planted in his heart.

In his lonely meditation, he would occasionally think of the family surrounded by white bones and roses, and smell their flowers of sin. Although it was just a fleeting reverie, the evil was rooted in his mirror like heart. Otherwise, when he met the Duke of Buckingham, he would not say that he would let them go as long as he stood up.

According to the white robed monk's intuition, if he wants to brush away the dust in his heart, he should accept the invitation.

There were several candles in the tent, and the king sat on the high back chair. The warm yellow light plated the back of the chair into a dreamy gold. The king's silver hair fell to his shoulders, his scarlet robes clustered, and his too young face set off as white as snow. At the moment when he looked up, the friar in white felt that he saw a dragon waking up.

Dragon killer Dragon

Thinking, the friar in white stepped into the king's main tent.

On the table in front of the king was a map of the cloth of the world. The friars in white robes saw that there were different marks on the map. There were many symbols on the territory of Blaise Kingdom, which were like the intersection of swords and swords.

There was an empty chair opposite the king. The white monk and the king were facing each other across the long table. The shadow of the holy fire was rising slowly in the eyes of the white monk. The tent was as silent as the moment before the avalanche. The flame on the white robed Friar's sword was not extinguished. As long as there was a moment, the white robed friar could pull out his sword and kill the king. There seemed to be invisible air swirling around the sides of the two men.

A moment later, the friar in white stepped forward and sat down in front of the king.

"I've heard that the Blessed are the most devout believers, devoting all their time to meditation and prayer for the Holy Spirit." The wind was blowing outside the tent, and the cold moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds. The king looked at the young friar sitting opposite him from afar. "Do you understand the meaning of these marks on the map?"

"The blessed one is the one who is destined to give everything to the gods. If you don't mind, please advise The friars in white robes had golden tassels hanging from their white shawls. At this time, the tassels were floating slightly and the golden light was faint.

"This is the slaughterhouse. You brought it." The king pushed the map to the white robed friar, "where every pair of swords meet, there is a huge battlefield, where a few hundred people die every day. Is the Holy See not here to save the world? Your universalism and salvation is to bring fire and sword to believers? Ferry III, his followers and their knights are also devout believers

The friar in white looked down at the map.

Each pair of intersecting swords on the map unfolds and turns into a crushing plate of blood and flesh. Friar Bai Pao doesn't understand politics, but these days he has seen many maps of rebel generals discussing battle plans, and heard about some actions of the holy court. Therefore, when he saw this map, the white robed friar was vaguely surprised that the Blaise battlefield marked on the map of the king of Legrand was extremely accurate.

How did he know about the war across the abyss?

"Although Ferri III is a believer, he has made a mistake. The determination of the patriarch is only to make him repent." The white robed monk leaned back slightly. "The establishment of the kingdom of God will make the hymn spread further. We have a reason to have to do so."

"Why? Interest or ambition? " The king's eyes were sharp as a knife. "You are shaking yourself, aren't you? Otherwise you will not accept my invitation. If I were a member of the sanctuary, I would not let you be a member of the congregation You are too wandering. "

"That's what my tutor said at the beginning." The white robed monk admitted frankly that his eyes were clear as a child, "so I want to ask you a question."

"Go ahead, please."

"The Duke of Buckingham says we don't understand what you want. He says we don't understand at all." There was a doubt in the eyes of the white robed monk, "glory, money, power, power Man's original sin originates from greed. We can give you all the greed we desire. "

"If you ask this question, it means you really don't understand." The king sighed, "the shepherd gives fresh grass to the sheep, and at the same time he circles the invisible fence with a whip. There are all kinds of things in the fence, but they are all fake. Each one may become a sacrifice on the altar at any time. So there are always a few sheep who want to rush out of the fence and get under another sky, even if they live on the cliff. "

"You see us as herders, but walking with hell is definitely not a good choice." I don't know when the night wind surged in the tent. The white robed monk looked at the king, "you refused the glory of the Holy Spirit, but with the help of the power from the dark. Don't you throw yourself into another fence like this? "The camp outside the main tent seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the soldiers seemed to be very tired after a day's March, and they were all in a dream. The patrolling soldiers seem to be far away. Not far away from the Laixi River, the sound of turbulence becomes very far away, not really as if the tent has lost contact with the outside, independent in a space.

Under the cover of the dark night, the thick black fog had enveloped him silently.

"For example?"

The king asked with a smile.

"Like the gentleman behind you." The friar with white robe bowed slightly. "That's a wonderful existence. Do you know what they all mean? That's the real disaster. "

At the moment when he stooped, the holy fire spread out from his clothes and extended forward along the long tablecloth. The flame swam like a snake. The map with dense marks on the table "Hula" went up and down in the air, and a pair of sword marks on the map turned darker in the fire. The fire leaped and enlarged, and the whole spacious King's tent was clearly illuminated.

The light of the holy fire is bright white, and everything in the light seems to be covered with a light holy light.

In the Milky light, other things are particularly dazzling.

On the ground of the tent, I saw a huge and complicated six awn array, two triangles overlapped in the reverse position. In the light of the holy light, these originally very hidden arrays are exposed in an instant. Hell and the holy court are like ice and fire. The complicated and difficult Dharma array uses ancient languages, which carry mysterious and powerful power, but human beings can't write such words.

It doesn't belong to the world.

The Black Mist rose from the Dharma array. The mist was still there. It shuttled on the ground and went towards the white robed friar like lightning.

In the face of the black fog coming towards him, the friar in white robe did not move. He just looked straight at the king. Those snake like black fog melted in the holy light at the moment of approaching the white robed friar, and there was nothing left. On the contrary, on the long table in front of the king, the sacred fire gathered together and turned into a sharp sword and stabbed the king straight. The sword made of the holy fire is invisible and has no substance, which can not be countered by ordinary people.

The shadow of the high backed chair behind the king suddenly lengthened like a silhouette.

A pair of slender hands stretched out from the king's back. When the lightsaber was less than half a palm wide from the king's forehead, those hands held the lightsaber's body. With a clear click, the sword condensed by the holy fire broke into many light spots, big and small, scattered all over the ground.

"Be polite, sir."

Hiding behind the king, the devil raised his head in the shadow. He put the king in his arm and looked at the white monk with a smile.

"Don't touch other people's treasures It's basic etiquette. "

"Sure enough..."

The white robed friar murmured to himself.

"One of the oldest demons."

The Runes of fire sword and lightsaber appear in his pupils, which makes his pupils present a kind of strange beauty.

When he set foot on Legrand, his tutor once gave him a special task:

someone in Legrand has degenerated into a heresy and signed a contract with the ancient devil of hell. He wants to take advantage of the old devil's power has not been restored, seal it, clean it into a bridge between hell and the world of criminals.

“…… Every legendary devil symbolizes a kind of disaster. The more ancient the devil is, the more terrible the disaster is. They have different rights to sin Don't let their connection with the world become close, otherwise they will be able to penetrate their own strength with the help of any tiny connection... "

This is what the teacher said when he taught him.

The black death of Legrand was controlled so strangely that the king's touch could not have the ability to solve the urban plague. From the beginning, the friar in white had targeted the king of Legrand, and he was also well prepared.

Before stepping into the king's main tent, he held his hand on the handle of the sacred sword and felt the dark breath hidden in the tent.

At the moment when the lightsaber was broken, the array on the ground was shining, and countless black chains shot out, blocking the space around the white robed monk.

"The fallen must be removed."

The friar in White said harshly that the sword hanging on his waist came out of its sheath and floated in front of him. The chains closest to him were broken in an instant, and the white robed monk reached out and held the handle of the sword.

The king and the devil delay time by talking and finish the layout of the array, so does he!

He is also procrastinating to awaken the sacred sword at his waist.

This sword is holy!