Angel on earth

He stepped on the ground under his feet and sniffed it again. The air humidity and plant species told him that this was not the Gospel Forest in 1498 of the Holy Calendar. It was still very young and could not even withstand a fire.He looked to the south at the City of Lieyang, and to the northwest was the Amethist Forest of Noren.

Mikhail frowned.The way to leave here should also be to find a door, but not to mention where he would find the narrow door of the Pantheon if the mural of the dome of the sky is not completed at this time, the door in the "trial" should never be such a simple thing, Maybe he reached his destination and opened a real gate to hell.

However, this was a trial that he requested and was confident that he could complete it, and he hadn't made any extra assumptions in the first place.

—The sound of wooden wheels and horseshoes came from ahead.Well, at least a road has been opened here, and judging from the sound, the road is quite flat. At this time, the sky mural must have been completed.

Mikhail stepped forward.In short, since it is God's proving ground, he should follow his heart, neither escape nor lie, and beat up the group of bullies in front of him.He made out four chariots and four cavalrymen, some were lashing whips, some were laughing, some were screaming and weeping.

The sky was cloudy, and Mikhail tried it, but he couldn't communicate or control it.But it doesn't matter, the Sun Knight never depends on the weather to fight.

The closer you get to the open, the brighter the forest.Mikhail took a detour and jumped out of the woods just over 20 meters in front of the convoy.He was wearing full-body sheet metal armor with no decorations, a snow-white cloak with a scarlet lining, and a sun cross brooch made of gold and precious stones on his right chest.The knight who was probably the squad leader yelled when he saw him, and the convoy stopped slowly in front of him.

Mikhail finally saw clearly.The first two carriages contained food, treasure and soldiers' luggage, and the last two carriages were prison carts surrounded by wood and iron.When the convoy stopped, a cavalryman poked his head out from behind the driver of the second car cursing, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was lying on a gold coin box that couldn't close, staring motionless at the top of the forest road pale sky.

The girl was naked, with scars and bruises all over her body, her big green eyes wide open, and she died in front of Mikhail.

Mikhail was furious:

"Stop for me!"

The cavalry captain shrugged and gestured backwards.They can't afford to offend such a noble young master. Judging by his clothes, he might be a monster from some monastery. It's not worth fighting him for a group of prisoners.But the convoy still didn't stop at the end, so he had to turn around and said helplessly:

"Tell him to be quiet!"

The last cavalryman was shaking his whip around an arm protruding from the prison, so he did not see the captain's gesture.The laughter of the cavalry was intertwined with the inhuman screams, and the sound of dislocated joints was clearly audible.Mikhail picked up a stone and threw it, breaking his whip arm.

For a while, blood even splashed on the prisoner's face.When the cavalryman saw the warning expression of the squad leader, he broke into a cold sweat in pain but swallowed his screams.

Mikhail looked at the coachman and asked:

"Are you soldiers of the church?"

"Yes, my lord," the squad leader didn't speak. The coachman looked around, very frightened, puffed out his chest but his eyes flickered, "We are escorting the seized stolen goods for Bishop Rollins. I don't know if this lord—"

"Bishop Rollins?" Mikhail frowned, "Are you going to Laurel City?"

The squad leader narrowed his eyes, and Mikhail knew he had said something wrong, so he curled his lips: "I just came back from Abaddon, and I am in a hurry to return to the Holy City. Rollins was promoted?"

"Yes, Your Excellency. Bishop Rollins is in the holy city now." The squad leader replied.

Mikhail snorted and said, "Is he going to become a saint? Then I think he doesn't mind if I execute a few hypocrites for him."

The squad leader knew what he was referring to. There were not many young people with such a sense of justice, but it was normal.He said: "My lord, these are prisoners who have committed the most crimes, and they were originally going to be sent to the Holy City for execution."

"No one in the Holy City will rape a young girl." Mikhail said coldly, "You also don't have the right to lynch!"

"Young people should not be too ignorant, right?" The cavalry following the third carriage casually said, "We are the personal soldiers of Bishop Rollins."

Mikhail wondered: "How could he have soldiers like you? Moreover, there are only four cavalry and four infantry escorting so many prisoners. Are you strong enough or is this task too shameful?"

Several people laughed out loud. The second cavalryman put on his trousers but did not get on his horse. He kicked the girl's body away, took a sip of water, and said, "It sounds like you are very familiar with Bishop Rollins? It's just that you came from Abaddon. How come you can’t get used to it when you come back there?”

The third person also said: "After talking for a long time, where are you from?"

"Why do you have to get used to it?" Mikhail took a step slowly, "I'm not used to it. Every guy like you is killed by me!"

The two-meter-tall young man in full armor was as fast as a bolt of silver lightning. As soon as he finished speaking, he had already stabbed straight into the convoy, wringing out the throat of the second cavalryman!

What did the captain want to say, Mikhail raised his head coldly: "I was also trained by Rollins. If all the soldiers he trained are like this, then Rollins should die too. Such a person is also worthy of being called a saint." Christian?"

He took off the cloak, wrapped the girl up and laid it flat on the car, walked straight to the third car, and demolished the cage skillfully, even the stench of the corpse was so familiar.He took a look, there were 12 people crowded in the third car, three of them were already dying, and the remaining nine slowly looked up at him.A moment later a woman screamed and scrambled out of the car to slap the cage of the fourth car, shouting, "Jeremy! Jeremy!" She had only her petticoat and a coat on. , with two long bare legs, Mikhail could only catch her with the back of his hand.

Five corpses were stuffed into the fourth car, a boy with bruises all over his body, a pregnant woman in labor who lost blood and was in a coma, and a young man lying on the fence.From the beginning to the end, the young man with one arm hanging didn't look back, and with a hoarse voice, he went through the railing in vain and scratched forward, like a dirt dog pawing the ground.

Following the direction of his efforts, Mikhail saw another youth who was not in shape.The latter had a rope around his neck, and the other end of the rope was tied under the prison cart. He looked older than the one trying to catch him, perhaps the elder brother of the two.Even though he was so dead that the shirts, vests and trousers dragged all the way were not as tattered as his body, the intestines were leaking from the frayed abdominal cavity, and the bones of the shoulders and thighs were exposed, the people in the car still wanted to catch him hands.

Mikhail bit his lip, pulled open the cage, and handed Jeremy to the woman. The woman tore open her skirt to feed the six or seven-year-old boy, her breasts were covered with bruises and pinches.Mikhail had to ask a coachman to bring some water and food, and was turned around again by a scream.

The young man in the car seemed to have finally realized that the car was full of dead people. He pushed the pregnant woman away from the body, untied her clothes tremblingly to give her air, and numbly gave her first aid, but her stomach soon collapsed. Blood flowed down like a waterfall.The young man fell into the pile of dead people and jumped twice in fear. His eyes lit up when he saw the broken cell door, and he waved his still-moving arms to climb down.

The next moment, Mikhail's whole body went limp and he knelt on the ground.Extreme fear and anger almost overwhelmed him. He looked up at the young man, but the young man just struggled twice and fell to the ground. He shouted with all his strength, pushed him away in anger and surprise, and rushed towards the corpse behind the car. .

He recognized them, these eyes, this haggard and young face, although he was in a state of embarrassment and filthy, his hair was limp, and there was still tender flesh left on his body, but—but he recognized it!

— "Arnold Edwards"!

This is 1225 of the Holy Calendar, the year of "Edwards' Rebellion"!

Mikhail turned his head stiffly, and saw the bloody handprint on his shoulder first.The autumn rain fell in a patter, and the wind rustled the leaves in the forest.There are not many towering giant trees in the young Gospel Forest, but the conifers on both sides of the road swirl above the convoy like a dome of heaven.

"What's the matter, Your Excellency?" In the quiet autumn wind, the fourth cavalryman grabbed his severed arm, feeling very helpless to these newcomers who thought they were pure and righteous, "Do you still want to apologize to these heretics for us? I said, abuse You have to show kindness—"

Mikhail raised his head coldly.The next moment, he tore off an iron pipe, pierced through the opponent's jaw and pierced the back of the head!

Under the astonished gazes of others, Mikhail's knees were slightly bent, he jumped up on the ground, and pulled the iron pipe in the air. The body of the cavalryman moved accordingly. Mikhail grabbed the spear from the opponent's hand and kicked him to the ground. He landed on the horse's back, stood up and pierced the heart of the cavalryman in front with his spear; Stamping on the backs and heads of the three horses, he jumped up and landed behind the captain, held down his shoulder and punched his helmet and smashed his head; the young knight immediately jumped off the horse and turned to the soldiers on the carriage. As if the headless body hadn't realized that it had lost its head, it swayed on the horse's back before falling off.

Everything happened in a flash, and most people didn't have time to react. Mikhail had already completed a massacre.He was full of hostility, his hands were covered with blood, his chest echoed with a roar that had nowhere to vent, he opened his mouth forcefully but could not make any sound.The increasingly heavy autumn rain is extremely cold, surrounded by dead bodies, the sound of rain and leaves, and the silly calls of the wagtails that have not yet migrated.

The rain washed him clean again, but he couldn't ask "what to do" or "why", because only he knew what to do here, and he was closer to "why" than anyone else.He heard another nearby convoy galloping up, and he had to run, taking everyone with him.Soon, he took off the clothes of the soldiers, ordered seven men to change clothes, stuffed a handful of gold, silver, jewelry and food into each of them, and threw them on the horseback.Four of them were on cavalry horses, each with a seriously wounded person; three were on horses pulling prison carts. Mikhail kept urging them on in the rain, shouting:

"Run separately and avoid towns! I'll be the queen!"

The dirty middle-aged maid grabbed the man on the horse, turned around and shouted:

"What about the young master? Tell me to stay, they—"

"I'll take him away!" Mikhail's ears and mouth were full of cold rain, and they could hardly hear their voices, "Go!"