Players' NPC boss

The angel with charred skin staggered on the road, and the three pairs of wings on his back were scarred.

Those scars were full of holiness, because they were left by the great red dragon, the most evil and filthy hybrid in the world.

Such a terrible existence, just facing it is a symbol of courage and holiness. If this angel returns to the side of the believers, the hymns of praise will surely sound.

The believers will sing praises to his sacrifice, his holiness, and each of his wounds will become a poem, and the dripping blood will be received by the believers in a pious manner.

But he left silently.

"Where are you going, Ryan."

A person stood in front of him. The other party also had three pairs of scarred wings. I don't know whose blood was splashed all over the other party's face, making the other party look black.

They were like looking in the mirror.

"We have parted ways a long time ago."

"Yes." Anderson sighed, looking at Ryan in front of him with a complicated expression. He could no longer recall what they looked like in the past.

"I don't know where it went wrong..."

"It started when you became a heretic inquisitor and stained your ticket to heaven with blood." Ryan reminded him seriously.

Anderson's eyes twitched. It turned out that it started with him!

This development is not right. It feels like a reckoning. He just wants to recall the past.

"Sure enough, the right choice should be to turn around and leave after seeing you leave?"

"Brother, you will definitely fall into hell."

"You don't need to remind me specifically, aren't you the same?" Anderson held his breath forcibly. Even though he was wearing women's clothes, it didn't mean that he was still a funny character.

"By the way, I didn't do this to accompany you. I did it to save this country."

"We are brothers. There is no need to be so clear!" Anderson couldn't help but rush towards Ryan, raising his fist as he rushed.

"If you hate me so much, just go to heaven! Why do you make yourself look like this!"

"But isn't it you, brother, who made me look like this?"

Anderson tripped over his right foot with his left foot, fell to the ground, and slid all the way to Ryan's feet.

"I know the truth and plan to spend decades to change it, but unfortunately I was discovered by those people, and they sent you."

"Stop! Let the past go!" Anderson raised his head and begged sincerely with a dusty face.

"We can also start over."

"I won't start over. Everything in the past has made us who we are now." Ryan took a deep breath and looked at the beautiful sunrise with his back to the distant darkness.

"I want to go there."

"Where?"

"Where is the Holy Cross Theocracy is still shrouded in darkness." Ryan walked around Anderson, and the charred black on his body slowly fell off, revealing his white skin.

"I will go there and continue what I have not completed."

"Do you still want to use such extreme means? Bewitching those people without faith and turning them into evil monsters." Anderson stood up slowly and looked at the place where the sun had dispelled the darkness. His wings dissipated with the wind and turned into countless feathers blowing towards the darkness that Ryan was looking at.

"I will stop you."

"We will go in opposite directions from now on."

Ryan smiled lightly, flapped his wings, and flew to the distant sky with Anderson's feathers.

Legend has it that the original [arrogance] was not a sin, but an angel wanted to do something beyond his ability. The existence above was dissatisfied with this and said so.

[You are so arrogant]

So the morning star fell.

"I guess he will continue to work in the future to drag the Holy Cross Church out of the quagmire." The Great Saint came from a distance with a complicated look, "I should use the national treasure to shoot him down now."

"Really?" Anderson looked back quickly, and Ryan was still flying slowly in the sky.

Is this guy a turtle? Although he won't retreat, he is always slow.

"Do you want me to kneel down and beg you to let him go!? I can do it anytime!"

As long as he puts himself into a funny role, Anderson will not have any psychological burden in doing anything.

The Great Saint shook her head.

"I can't do it."

"Do you... understand Ryan?"

"No, the national treasure was lost in the battle with the big red dragon." The Great Saint slowly covered her face with both hands, "Now I am also a sinner of the Holy Cross. What right do I have to judge a sinner?"

"If there is a specific number for sin, then I am more sinful."

Anderson looked at the Great Saint hesitantly. The Great Saint didn't seem to be acting, so there was only one possibility.

It must have been stolen by a stranger during the battle!

This possibility is very high, but Anderson didn't intend to say it. The Holy Cross is a deep water. Although the Pope is standing on the stage, it seems that he has hidden something bigger behind the scenes.

The three saints bound to the national treasure are like some kind of sacrifice. It is very dangerous for them to continue to stay in the quagmire of the Holy Cross Church without knowing anything.

"I think you should hide with the foreigners first. As long as you find the national treasure, it will be considered as making up for your mistakes." Anderson coughed and said seriously, "If you are caught and tried, the system of the three saints may be abolished in the future."

"Compared to the destruction of the ancient heritage, a little defection is just an appropriate sin to bear."

"That's great." The Great Saint put down her hands covering her face, with a smile on her face, "I just happen to have a place to go."

"I, can I ask where it is?" Anderson looked at the rosy-faced and peach-filled Great Saint, and had a bad premonition.

"The guild of Lord Ogre!"

"Isn't that the evil stranger!" Anderson opened his mouth wide. This was not an appropriate sin to bear, but a direct fall into the quagmire.

He saw the Great Saint's eager expression and strongly suspected that the national treasure was deliberately lost, or simply not lost.

"Nonsense, they fought against the Great Red Dragon, they are a righteous guild!" The Great Saint raised her eyebrows, looking like she was going to argue to the end.

"After all, you are also wanted by the Holy Cross, except for the Guild of Evil Strangers who will immediately agree to take us in."

This... is true. Even if the foreigners who do whatever they want form a guild, they will have a weak spot and need to give a little face to the Holy Cross, a huge kingdom.

"I want to go too."

In this way, the first Guild of Evil Strangers [Somado] received the first batch of NPCs, who were the three famous saints of the Holy Cross.

For a long time, [Somado] became a thorn in the eyes and flesh of many people, but that's a story for later.