fallen devil

Chapter 75 No.70 Church in Five Acts
The sky is gray, the streets are crowded with people, and the city is peaceful.

In the Cathedral of Rogge Camp, the golden decoration glowed elegantly, and under the dim gray walls, more and more people gathered.

"There are a lot of people."

Beside the window of the cathedral building, the cute little girl looked down timidly, and said in surprise to the old priest beside her, "Mr. City Team is here!"

Drops of water dripped from the withered red orchids on the high platform, slipped down the veil, and quietly splashed on the silver armor of the guard of "Rogge Walk".

There were quite a few soldiers in the same company, and this guard team wearing iron helmets was walking in neat steps and stopped in front of a heroic Rogge.

"This is the mission, to protect the sanctity of the ceremony. It happened a long time ago..."

"The darkness is still deep, but the struggle has come to an end."

The smile on the old priest's face was replaced by solemnity, just like the portrait of an angel on the stained glass, he followed the little girl's eyes and whispered to himself, "The light has always protected us."

A guard team wearing iron helmets was walking in neat steps and stopped in front of a heroic Rogge.

The request seemed to be denied, and the guards' eyes dimmed.

"We understand, can we offer a bouquet?"

Presenting the tightly squeezed white chrysanthemum, the captain's tone was extremely sincere.

She turned around and shook her head sadly, "I understand your feelings very well."

There was a moment of stalemate, and the oppressive atmosphere was quickly broken.

Boom-boom-boom.

The dull bell sounded from the top of the Rogge Camp Cathedral, sweeping across half of the city. The guards raised their heads and put their hands on their chests to express their respect.

In the deep eyes of everyone, the closed grand door of the cathedral slowly opened, and the white team gradually poured out.

Countless believers in white hurried down the 92 white steps, followed by Hades, the paladin of the iron tower. He raised his head slightly and found the guards under the steps, as well as Rogge with a distressed face.

"Mr. Haddish."

Rogge quickly paid his respects, but Hades waved his hand to stop him.

"You go."

The stern light swept over these guards, piercing through the heart like a sharp sword, and their breathing was suddenly suffocated.

"Quiet needed in front of the cathedral."

Seemingly noticing that there was a bunch of white chrysanthemums squeezed tightly in the stiff hands of the guard captain, Hades' eyes fluctuated slightly, and he took the white chrysanthemums under Rogue's surprised eyes.

"···"

The surprise in the eyes of these guards slowly dissipated. They all took a deep breath, cast grateful eyes at Hades, and walked back to the original path under the leadership of the captain.

"Can I go to the conference room now?"

Hades' eyes stayed on the dew on the white chrysanthemum for a long time, until the guard team disappeared at the corner of the street, then he turned his head and asked the monk in white robe beside him.

Can hear the displeasure in the voice.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the male monk's forehead, which was properly blocked by the shadow of the white hat. He smiled wryly and said, "The bishop has done his best, and I hope that the professional can understand."

He tentatively glanced at Hades, but found that his face hadn't changed, and the male monk regained his composure.

"You are also very clear that even in the Icefield Battle, the bishop can recall the souls of the sacrificed professionals, so the responsibility is not on us, uh... this failure is not accidental, only to defeat the demon... ·”

The male monk's explanation was methodical and his words were clear, but he didn't notice the increasingly cold face above his head.

Variation protrusions.

"Shut up! You hypocrites!"

Before Hades could speak, Rogge yelled angrily, his beautiful eyes were wide open, filled with heavy tears, "Isn't it just a few crystals... If the devil invades the church, you high-ranking ···”

But the male monk ignored him, raised his voice a little, and only stared at Hades.

"...The danger must be resolved as soon as possible. If necessary, I will convey the bishop's order."

The male monk turned his head, as if he had just seen the angry and tearful female Rogge, he did not conceal the indifference of his voice: "A few spars? That is the life crystallization of the bishops of all ages! If it weren't for us who you say are superior, you Rogge Once you die outside, you will already be reduced to a puppet of the devil, and your soul will be trapped in a rotten quagmire!"

Contemptuous, ruthless, and indifferent, the male monk in her eyes seemed to be transformed into a white-clothed demon.

Inhuman.

"Fart, bastard, what do you know..."

Nv Luoge was stunned for a moment, but she couldn't find a word to refute. Tears dripped from her eyes, and her voice gradually weakened.

Staying comfortably in a spacious and bright cathedral, how can these so-called priests understand the suffering and cruelty of life?
The professional at the apex has fallen, and the aloof monk still maintains an aloof attitude, and no awe can be seen from those indifferent eyes.
The sacrifice of a hero is not even comparable to a few crystals?
What a joke, only these monks think so.

How many people respect Qi Li, respect Fern, and come here against discipline. There are too many people here, and it is so heavy that it is difficult to describe in words. Is it worthless?
She really wanted to yell out her heart hysterically, and let the hypocrites who spread the teachings in front of them but didn't know the truth of it open their eyes to see all this.

All this sacrifice, all this cruelty.

All of this is where the value lies and the meaning lies.

Far beyond the few sentences on the broken scriptures in the church, the few lifeless patterns, and the meaningless colors.

But at this moment, a torrent of emotion was stuck in her throat. She didn't look like an angry warrior, but like a helpless girl who was wronged and trembling, choking and unable to speak.

"···"

Without further words, the male monk turned around expressionlessly, and re-entered the cathedral surrounded by white believers.

Quietly, only the sound of unhurried footsteps remained.

Rogge lowered his head, bit his lips tightly, and suppressed the grief in his heart. As a soldier, it is shameful to cry like this.

She didn't want to leave Hades with a weak will, but the tears couldn't be stopped anyway.

What a loser.

She thought so, not daring to look up.

"Enough is enough."

With a sudden and gentle voice, Rogge raised his head in surprise, and the tower-like paladin Hades patted the upright girl on the shoulder, "Zhu Lan is still in the church, you stay here and wait for her."

As if to add, he continued: "Look open."

The paladin Hades was almost the oldest paladin in Rogue's camp, and Rogue had only a taciturn impression of him.

Having said enough, she wiped the tears off her face and nodded heavily.

(End of this chapter)