Bright Era

Qiutong Road, a branch of Shenghui Avenue, is full of Gallic phoenix trees on this street that can accommodate two carriages side by side. Among the tall plane trees, a small building covered by a creeper is faintly visible in the lights.

The furnishings in the small building are simple, but it can be said that there is no furnishings. All the furniture is made of logs, not even painted. There are only the most basic tables and chairs in large and small rooms, not even a wardrobe or bed. There are wooden hooks nailed to the wall, and some gray, brown and black cloaks are neatly hung on these wooden hooks.

Some rooms are covered with neat rectangular planks on the floor, and these planks can accommodate one person lying down. Looking at the thin bedding on the wooden boards, this should be a'bed' for people to rest.

All in all, all the furnishings in this small building are extremely simple and simple, and even reveal a shabby and mean vigor.

In the attic on the highest floor of the small building, the window on the spire is open, and the cold air is running through the attic unscrupulously. The temperature in the attic is enough to freeze a sturdy wild boar. It was in such a terrifying low temperature that dripping water became ice, a tall and strong man wearing only a pair of underwear, was kneeling down in front of a holy cross emblem carved from logs.

"My god, my ancestor, all symbols of justice, master of all laws, please wash my sins, please wash my souls, please wash my souls. Let the dirt of the world stay away from my body and my soul, Stay away from my spirit. Let me always follow the principles of axioms and laws, so that I will never get lost, and let my spirit and my soul be with you!"

He bowed to the wooden holy cross badge three times, and the man clenched a black iron whip, and beat it with his backhand on his back.

It was an iron whip with a thick thumb and thin hair, with numerous small black thorns attached to it. The man used so much power, his back was slashed with the whip, and he could even see the white and miserable bones exposed. The pale golden blood kept flowing down from the wound, and soon it misted into a pale golden halo in the air and wrapped around the man.

One whip, one whip, another whip, nine consecutive whips lashed on him, even though a man was stronger than a bull, he was so painful that he was lying on the ground and convulsing sharply. The faint golden halo was sucked into his body by breathing heavily, the wound on his back healed quickly, and he slowly straightened his body.

Pray once, bow down three times, and draw nine whips to yourself. After repeating this cruel self-abuse 18 times, the sweaty man slowly straightened his body, removed a pale golden cloak from a wooden hook next to the emblem of the Holy Cross, and put it on him.

Turning around and sitting on the holy cross badge, the tall, sturdy, handsome and hard-faced blond man whose face seemed to be chopped out by an axe took a deep breath. One breath of him was like evacuating all the air in the small building. With the sound of his breathing, hundreds of deep and slow breathing sounded simultaneously throughout the small building.

There is only a very small lamp in the attic, which can barely illuminate a radius of three to five feet. There are people standing in the corner of the attic, and there is no idea how many people there are, whether they are male or female.

The blond man took a few deep breaths before he slowly opened his eyes. There is a golden flame burning in his eyes. The position of his pupils is a pair of golden holy cross badges. The small runes outline the pair of delicate badges. When his eyes are opened, his body is Covered with a faint golden glow, his whole person is full of a majestic and upright divinity.

"It seems that something has happened."

The blond man sighed quietly.

A fat figure cautiously walked out of the corner of the attic, and he respectfully knelt in front of the blond man.

"Master Li, something has happened." The fat man raised his head. He was the Fat Bird Kirk who was pitted by Dragon City in Titian's club. He respectfully looked at the blond man, and carefully reported the news he had inquired about: "Elham, Thorin, Nightmare, and Dark brothers, they fell a quarter of an hour ago. The Ninth Squadron of the Night Knights in the Temple of Dawn Captain Ye Jiu was ruined with a right arm."

The blond man's face suddenly twitched like a granite sculpted face. He narrowed his eyes, and the flames in his eyes became more and more hot.

"Alham, these sinners who have violated the laws of nature and are willing to fall, their fall is reasonable. But the squadron captain of the Knights of the Night, that should be the existence of the lower ranks. Their bodies are quenched by divine power. After training, every bone and every muscle of theirs is filled with the brilliance of God. With such an existence, in this filthy and degraded world, who can hurt him?"

Fat Bird Kirk flattened his beak, and he looked at Li cautiously: "It is said to be a group of strangely dressed Orientals. But who knows? The archbishop of Shenghui Cathedral has rushed over, and the specific information has been blocked. ."

Li shook his head, he sighed softly, his hands formed a weird seal and placed it on his heart, closing his eyes and praying in a low voice. "The fall of the goddess is unacceptable in any case. In addition to purifying the elegance and spirit of oneself with divine flames, this time the six great gods have fallen. This is an unbearable loss to the temple of dawn and the temple of flames."

Opened his eyes and looked at Fat Bird Kirk faintly, the golden light enveloped Fat Bird Kirk's body.

"Fortunately, Ya and Ling have not been defiled by you, otherwise, when they choose to purify themselves with divine flame, I will purify you with divine fire! Fortunately, you still understand your status and identity. You have no respect for the noble god. This is the only reason you can survive now."

The divine flames in Li's pupils burned wildly, and he stared at the fat bird Kirk suddenly and sternly said: "Rights and laws are the masters, you stupid trash, how can you be tracked down by someone? People from Tus? Or from Marris? You idiot don't even know that you have been secretly recorded?"

A cloud of golden flames spurted from Li's pupils, attached to the body of the fat bird Kirk, and burned. The Fat Bird Kirk let out a terrible cry, and suddenly a purple aura burst out of his body, running around like a flood dragon. But the golden flames enveloped the entire attic, and the purple aura only lasted for two or three breaths before being burned to nothing.

"Very powerful existence!" Lu frowned, staring at the direction where the purple aura disappeared: "This place is not safe anymore, we have to leave immediately. No one can know that I brought people here, the Gaul Empire. The rest is up to..."

Scanning his gaze in the attic, Li slowly stood up, kicking the fat bird Kirk, who was lying on the ground and afraid to move, with a disgusting kick.

"Ignorance and incompetent waste, you really let me down. Arthur, you are responsible for the next things in the Gaul Empire. You are a wise man. You can abandon those sinners who are willing to fall and trust me. This is your life. The wisest choice. So, starting from today, you will be the executor of my will in the Gaul Empire, Fat Bird Kirk, you must unconditionally obey all Arthur's orders!"

The Fat Bird Kirk opened his mouth blankly. He did not dare to have any objections, and could only humble his fat body.

The blond, purple-eyed, and one-eyed Arthur walked out of the darkness of the attic ecstatically and knelt down in front of Li respectfully. Li untied a black chain from his neck and hung it around Arthur's neck. The black lacquered chain is very inconspicuous, but it exudes a chilly and murderous atmosphere that makes people palpitation.

Hanging on the chain is a baby's palm-sized holy cross emblem. In the center of the emblem is a scale mark, and a sharp sword is inserted in the center of the scale. Surrounding the emblem of the Holy Cross is a circle of words written in ancient divine writings: axioms maintain the balance of the world, laws maintain the existence of the world, and justice and justice are above all else.

"Let the glory of the **** of punishment envelop the Gaul Empire, I hope you can do this!" Li stretched out his hand and pressed it on Arthur's head: "If you can do it, then you can get what you want. I grant you the power to mobilize all human and material resources in the Sanctuary Cathedral Punishment Center, but you must pay attention to the obstruction of the court and the Knights. You must be careful, and you must remember that there are too many sinners in this world who are willing to fall. Will hinder the great cause of the glory of the **** of punishment spreading on the earth."

Arthur bowed his head respectfully, his heart beating frantically, his face flushed with excitement.

All the manpower and material resources of the Sanctuary Cathedral Punishment Center means the huge combat power of three thousand fanatical punishment priests and punishment knights. With this terrible power, who else would he fear?

Perhaps it was time to step Lin Qi under his feet.

Li's body dissipated in a golden light, and the hundreds of deep and long breathing in the small building gradually disappeared.

Arthur stood up slowly. He looked in the direction of the university town and roared in a low voice: "Lin Qi! It's time for you to pay the price! But before that, I want to defeat you, and I want Father to know , You are not my opponent, no matter how you look at it, you are far inferior to me!"

Lin Qi's single dormitory in the university town.

After painstakingly dismantling a dozen traps, Lin Qi, who walked into his dormitory with great difficulty, was laughing wildly with a delicate ring.

This is a spatial magical instrument, and a spatial magical instrument with extremely large capacity.

Lin Qi's anklet can only accommodate the space of a four-wheeled carriage carriage, but the capacity of this ring is ten times that of the anklet, almost the capacity of a hall. Worthy of being a descendant of the Temple of Dawn, Elham's ring is too precious!

Smiling triumphantly, Lin Qi put the ring on the **** of his left foot.

After dripping a drop of blood, this ring also concealed into Lin Qi's flesh, leaving only a very fine mark. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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