fallen devil

Chapter 310 No.60 Three-Color Showdown IV
Looking towards the woods from the wet meadows in the south, all that can be seen is a great black mist, like a cloud falling from the sky.

Treading, the muddy ground soiled the armor boots.

He lowered his head, looking disappointed.

Under the support of the white-robed warriors, the blond youth quickly returned to the team, but everyone knew that the result this time was very bad.

It's getting dark, camp.

A few people in white robes sat on one side, on the other side was a blond young man, Archbishop Tal, and in the middle, a middle-aged man shook his hands in a dissatisfied tone.

"You didn't tell me that before."

"As I said, the loss does not represent an accident, and everything is still under control."

"very good."

The middle-aged man was gloomy, and put on a sneer face, "If I take the soldiers away now, is it also in your expectation?"

"Failure and avoidance are two different things."

"Oh, so it is, so it is."

Tal's indifferent attitude made the middle-aged man a little furious, but he pondered for a while and quickly regained his composure.

"I trust you one more time, Archbishop Tal. Next time, you prove that you can control everything so that my soldiers can continue to support you."

"The warriors of Gastas are brave, but not stupid."

The middle-aged man dropped a few words, stomped heavily, opened the curtain suddenly, and went out.

There was a burst of cold outside, and soon, the tent was warm again.

"Ugh."

Archbishop Tal, who was expressionless before, let out a slight sigh.

"My lord bishop?" "My lord bishop?"

Except for the blond-haired youth, the men in white robes here all showed surprise and anxiety.

They seldom, no, probably never saw Tarr sigh like this.

"Sir, that is by no means what the world should be."

The blond young man who had been silent for a long time showed grief, like an unarmed civilian surrounded by robbers. "I can't describe the horror. It surrounds me deeply. In the darkness, faith, hope, and will all disappear."

Yes, when he was watched by the Lv28 dark gold exile, he definitely felt the gap between the two sides, the prey and the hunter.

However.
"I don't understand, child."

Tual walked to the candle and took off a bit of the flame, the faint flame flickering on the pad of his index finger.

Inexplicably, the blond youth felt his hairs stand on end.

"Experiencing the baptism of the night and obtaining the silver sword proves that you have a firm will and a pure faith."

"You are excellent, very excellent."

The gaze of the blond youth followed the flames, and finally the sparks fell and dissipated on the ground.

"But in the end, you failed to hold it tightly. You know, once darkness is created, it cannot be stopped."

"."

The blond young man was silent for a while, shook his head, and looked at Tal with his blue eyes, "No one can, sir, they don't care about this, so I survived."

Extremely obvious disappointment flashed in Tal's eyes, which was seen by the blond young man, but that's all he could say.

"It seems that your soul was also taken away."

As soon as the words were finished, several men in white robes wanted to push the blond youth out of the tent, but the latter broke free with light force.

He still has something to say.

"You know, I searched for power, came to Gastas, and joined the holy teachings."

The blond young man said clearly, "You understand what I mean."

Under the horrified and guarded eyes of the white-robed man, he pulled out the golden-tipped giant sword behind him, and then stuck it on the ground.

Many people in white robes breathed a sigh of relief.

"As you said, the silver sword has a more suitable owner."

The blond-haired young man relaxed, exhaled a foul breath, and turned to leave.

After taking a step, he sensed something was wrong.

Fingers reaching for the curtain seemed to touch a layer of wall.

Teng Teng Teng.

The whistling sound of the light bullets sounded in an instant, hitting the light film on the surface of the tent cloth, splashing dazzling light spots and flames.

When was the barrier here laid?

Falling to the ground in embarrassment, the blond young man covered the blood hole on his arm and looked at Tal with wide eyes.

The tent was small, and he had nowhere to hide. With the cold light film, the sound of his heartbeat was very clear.

With a blank expression on his face, Tal walked to the front of the golden-tipped giant sword, and the white-robed man at the side quickly pulled it out together, protecting it carefully to prevent it from being snatched by the blond youth.

"You're crazy, Tarr."

The blond young man's eyes turned cold, and his tone revealed anger, "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

"What's the benefit of you doing this, I don't understand?!"

Tal was silent and smiled.

For a moment, the blond youth was stunned.

Fragments of many things flickered in his mind and connected together at this moment.

Occasionally, monsters hurt people in the capital Gastas, especially in recent years.

Some people suspected that the holy teachings were colluding with evil, but soon there was no sound.

As the archbishop in white, Tal rarely attends religious activities, hides in the tower, and only relies on the Lion Eagle to communicate with the outside world.

After the Red Doctrine incident, with Tal as the core, an elite expeditionary army quickly took shape and came to the black wasteland without stopping.

Facing such a terrible enemy.

And just now, Tal deliberately angered the middle-aged man, and showed his killing intent towards him.

Maybe it was because he was some secret insider, or maybe it was some deeper reason that he didn't know.

However, one thing is certain.

This battle is a trap, a very big trap, maybe the middle-aged man who got out of the tent will end up similar to him.

"You, a demon who betrayed your faith, will definitely be sanctioned and turned into ashes."

The blood loss made him feel his hands and feet were cold, "There will be no good end to falling"

The smile faded away, and Tal returned to his calm appearance.

"evil?"

Tal said, "If the evil in your eyes is ashes, the devil cannot be a disaster."

"You wouldn't be so pathetic."

This is a very simple and easy to understand truth.

For the fair-haired youth, the opposite of divine teaching was evil.

In Tal's view, evil is more like a punishment for the miserable loser, in order to better set off the victor's figure.

Not much more to say.

"What are you going to do, use the hands of those horrible monsters to push the holy doctrine into the abyss, or, are you with those monsters?"

The blond young man lay on the ground, making a sound through his teeth.

Afterwards, Tal put on a compassionate expression, and lightly tapped the center of the blond youth's forehead with his index finger gleaming with white light.

"Have you felt it?"

The blond-haired young man raised his eyelids, his blue eyes fixed on Tal's face, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance in his mind.

"This is the boundary between life and death, remember this moment, child."

thump.

The splashed blood sprayed all over the light film, mixed with turbid mucus, the body of the blond youth trembled and fell to the ground.

An unpleasant smell spread.

Without Tal's instructions, the man in white robe next to him consciously disposed of the corpse.

(End of this chapter)