Chapter 492 The first bell of dawn

In the dark.

Scattered faint artificial lights flickered in the dark streets.

The increasingly cold night wind passes between the buildings, carrying the rancid smell from the corners of the sewers through the streets and alleys. The ancient buildings stand in this dead and cold night, with stars From the eternal sky, it sprinkles on the roofs, spiers and city walls, making these dark things reveal hazy outlines in the dark night, and in the gaps between the outlines, from time to time, A figure flashed past.

Those figures who took advantage of the flash of starlight had a nervous and decisive atmosphere. They took slightly panicked steps in the darkness, conveying a message of need to be suppressed among neighbors, relatives and friends. The message of the voice: "Waiting for the first bell of dawn."

The cobbler Bloom, wrapped in a turban, walked on the dark street. The night wind in the early morning seemed to be full of malice, which made him feel uncomfortable. He couldn't help but tremble slightly - he didn't know whether the trembling was due to fear, excitement, or just simple cold, but he felt as if there was a flame burning in his chest. With this flame, he dared to At this moment leave the door and take to the streets.

The curfew order issued by the priests in the church district has long since disappeared, and the soldiers and Holy See knights patrolling the streets have also disappeared. The outer city has been out of control for several days, and a wave of chaos originally The undercurrent hidden in the darkness has been gradually rising over the past few days, and now it has finally reached its devastating moment.

A new figure appeared on the dark street. The cobbler hesitated slightly, but he soon recognized that the figure was a familiar dartman. The two people quickly approached, and they walked in the dark. Looking at the expression on the other person's face, he lowered his voice and asked softly: "Waiting for the bell?" "Waiting for the bell."

A flickering firelight moved from the corner not far away. Immediately looking towards the direction of the fire, they saw a person holding a torch - a blacksmith who was known for his boldness came towards them. Behind the blacksmith, there was a woman holding an oil lamp and a farmer holding a pitchfork. , and the apprentice carrying a stick.

The blacksmith handed the torch in his hand to the cobbler: "Don't be secretive, it is already a death penalty if you step out."

More and more people came out of their homes. , some are craftsmen, some are farmers, and some are apprentices. These skinny people seem to have walked out of hell, but there are flames beating in the eyes of each of them. They gather between the streets, and more and more people As the crowd gathered, torches and oil lamps gradually illuminated the streets and alleys. In the flickering firelight, there were pairs of eyes that were still chaotic, but extremely determined.

"Wait until the bell rings and take action." "Be sure to remember that those with white cloth bands on their arms are friends." "Where are the friends outside the city?" "They have already arrived... …”

No one can say clearly who first started spreading the news, and no one can say clearly who is promoting it.Everything about tonight, but everyone knows - they have eaten the last food at home and gathered their last strength. They may not survive tonight, but as long as the sun rises tomorrow, everyone will All will be free.

Bloom, the cobbler, held the torch and looked towards the city head due west. On the dark city wall, a little firelight was flashing.

The soldier guarding the city gate held an oil lamp and looked nervously at the situation under the city wall. Next to him were two other soldiers who were as nervous as himself, and in front of him was the vast wilderness outside the city. There was a dark crowd, and countless flickering firelights in the crowd.

These people who came from the villages and towns near Luan City, the neighboring city, and even the territory next door gathered in the wilderness. The commotion they heard was getting louder and louder. Behind the team, it became even louder. Many people are coming along the gravel road. The light of the torches stretches continuously in the wilderness, like a giant snake burning with flames, gradually trapping this church city that has stood for hundreds of years.

The most eye-catching people in the wilderness are those who stand at the front of the crowd, wearing thick white armor, carrying giant hammers on their shoulders, and surrounded by brilliance.

Those are the white knights from Cecil.

What they represent at this moment is not Cecil’s armed forces, but the new Order of Holy Light.

"Open... open the city gate?" The soldier asked the veteran beside him tremblingly. He touched the white cloth belt tied on his arm, his voice full of fear, "Will they?" Will we also..."

The veteran was also immersed in fear, but he knew that the matter had come to a point where he had no choice. After the priests completely closed the door to the church area, these people were stranded in the outer city and The soldiers on the city wall were completely abandoned. After losing the support of the church, the soldiers who still had brains took the initiative to put down their swords and became accomplices in this chaos - or in other words, allies in this righteous act.

"Open the city gate," the veteran said, "let the Cecil people come in, and the blockade of this city will be over."

The iron-clad capstan began to turn , the chain drove the bearings to make a creaking sound, and the heavy city gate of Lu'an City finally opened again after being closed for dozens of days. The crowd gathered in the wilderness looked at the city gate that gradually opened, and then countless pairs of eyes His eyes fell on the front of the team.

The white knights wearing heavy armor took the lead to step forward. These men covered in steel were like beacons in the night, giving people endless courage. The huge team moved, Follow the white knight and rush to Luan City.

The soldiers who opened the city gate trembled and hid in the shadows, watching the heavily armored knights silently leading the crowd, watching the huge and chaotic team passing through the city gate. They were here The team saw almost every occupation they had ever seen in their lives - farmers, blacksmiths, cobblers, stonemasons, including poor people in rags, well-dressed businessmen, and some people just carrying straw. fork and stick, but some people were carrying long swords and spears. Some of them were ordinary people, and some looked like mercenaries who had just come off the battlefield...

The soldier even had an illusion. He felt that It was as if people from the entire southern border had gathered here.

......

Half an hour before the first ray of sunlight rose, a heavy and chaotic sound came from the street paved with gravel and a small amount of slates. The sound of footsteps even caused the entire ground to tremble slightly. Along with these movements, the light of countless torches emerged from all directions, and countless strange but friendly faces appeared in the swaying firelight.

Warriors wearing strange white heavy armor, whose whole bodies seemed to be made of light, walked out of the crowd. These warriors came to the anxious citizens of Luan, and from there decorated with wings and inscriptions A low and friendly voice came from under the helmet with scriptures: "We are the white knights under the Patriarch, and we are here to help the people of the Holy Light."

Just like it started a few days ago As described in the news circulating in the city-the allies of the Holy Light appeared in the darkness, and the powerful white knight led the people of the Holy Light from all directions to save this holy city that was sinking in the darkness.

The two teams quickly merged together, and under the leadership of some guides, this huge team began to move towards the cathedral.

There are dozens of white knights surrounded by holy light. They only account for a small part of the entire crowd, but they are walking at the front like arrows. Between these knights, a group of The hazy shadow approached the leader of the Knights without attracting anyone's attention.

Amber's figure emerged from the shadows. She looked up at the burly white knight: "I didn't expect so many people to gather..."

The burly white knight It was Wright. He was not wearing a helmet, and his scarred face was full of determination. He slightly lowered his head and glanced at the petite half-elf: "They come from the entire Luan area and the nearby Carroll City. The team is in We have gathered in the wilderness for several days - this is your contribution. Without you, people would not have seen the truth of the corruption and depravity of the Holy Light Church, and they would not have been able to gather so indignantly."

" I accept this compliment," Amber said with some pride, and then there was a hint of curiosity in her tone, "But I didn't expect you to come in person - as the patriarch of the Protestant Church, you didn't stay behind... ...Old Zong... The Duke sent you here?"

"I made my own decision," Wright said lightly, then he paused for two seconds and his tone was more serious than usual, "This is our decision. "

Amber blinked, listening to Wright's solemn voice continuing to sound in the night:

"Cecil has taken root in the Dark Mountains, which allows him to face the waste at all times. The threat from the soil, and whenever Cecil was attacked by aberrations, the lord always stood on the line of defense. I learned one thing from him - a decision of the leader may affect hundreds or thousands of people.People make sacrifices. Sometimes this decision is necessary, and sometimes the sacrifices of the people are voluntary, but the leader can never accept these sacrifices with peace of mind. He must stand with those who make sacrifices and be ready to shed blood together at any time. preparation.

“This is a war of the Holy Light. For the transformation of the Holy Light and for the freedom of belief, unarmed ordinary people have to challenge extraordinary beings who are far more powerful than them. This revolution will inevitably involve bloodshed. , this bloodshed is necessary, but as the leader of the Protestant Church, I can't just let them bleed

"So I came. "

Wright carried the mechanically powered warhammer wrapped around the Holy Job belt and walked forward with firm steps, while Amber was in a daze in place. After a few seconds, this half The elf shook his head: "There are really a lot of weirdos around that guy..."

Ten minutes before dawn, the crowd gathered in the large fan-shaped square in front of the church area.

This place that was once used for heresy trials and burning rituals is now crowded with people. The smell of flames and grease permeates the entire square. More and more people are still coming from all directions, but the limited square can no longer accommodate it. More people, so those who came from further away could only gather in nearby streets.

As the crowd grew, as time went by, more and more people gathered. Loud noises began to sound from everywhere, and some strangers even began to shout angry slogans in the crowd. Some mercenaries brandishing swords loudly cursed the cowards in the church, and some businessmen waving canes angrily criticized the Holy Light Church. Some people even stood on several high platforms at the edge of the square, waving their fists and denounced the priests in the cathedral as villains, butchers and human-eating devils - this passionate anger even shocked Lu An in the square. People, they can't imagine why these allies from afar are so angry at the priests in the cathedral.

This anger even exceeds them.

The square was full of people. That was a group of people who could frighten priests and knights with extraordinary power.

At the same time, in front of a key magical formation node in the inner city chapel area, Severn? He was quietly confronting a priest wearing a black robe and a tattoo on his head.

Looking at the fellow church members in front of him, Severn Terry sighed: "Step back, Austria. Alcott, there is no other way. "

However, the discipline monk in black robe just stood motionless in front of the magic array. After a long time, he broke the silence: "The Knights and other discipline monks will soon notice the chapel. The abnormality in the district..."

Seven Terry couldn't bear itHe took a step forward and said in an excited tone: "Can they resist here for a while or for a lifetime?!"

The black-robed priest looked into Severn Terry's eyes and said calmly: "... …But my mission is to guard the barrier of the chapel area—unless death terminates my mission.”

Looking at the calm expression of the cleric in front of him, Severn suddenly read the true meaning from it. information.

He frowned, his voice full of sorrow: "Alcott, I know that in that heresy trial... although you hid it well, you were also one whose faith was shaken. Don't If you persist, I know who you are. You clearly know what the church has done over the years, and you also know that they have intensified in the past year..."

"I am a monk of discipline, who protects the church. Order is everything to me, this is the oath I made in front of the Holy Light," the black-robed monk calmly interrupted Severn Terry, "Do you still remember the oath you made in front of the Holy Light?"

The Discipline monk responded with a ten-second silence and a firm sentence: "...of course I will remember it, and I will never forget it."

"That's good, "The discipline monk breathed a sigh of relief, showing a relaxed look, "Pastor, do what you should do."

Seven Terry was a little at a loss. He walked towards the black-robed priest in front of him. However, he seemed to have forgotten what he should do.

"The bell is about to ring."

The words of the black-robed priest made him suddenly wake up.

He looked at the black-robed priest in front of him in astonishment, and heard the other person say quietly:

"...I am a monk of discipline, and I know all the secrets in these churches. , this is my job... Priest, do what you should do, that fragile door cannot stop the angry crowd, and if the magic circle is still running after the bell rings, many people will die."< /p>

Seven Terry felt that his blood was gradually coagulating, and a cold feeling spread from his heart to his limbs. He heard the vague first bell ringing in the distance, and heard a pious man The author’s last request:

“Kill me and save the Holy Light.”

A warm feeling spread from his fingers, and Seven Terry felt himself gradually solidify. His blood regained its temperature, and he saw that he was holding a short sword in his hand, and the tip of the short sword was buried in the chest of the discipline monk.

The discipline monk fell, and the magical array node in the chapel area lay quietly on the platform behind him, where the holy runes shone faintly.

Seven Terry rushed towards the node, while the black-robed discipline monk fell crookedly to the ground. Amidst the low humming caused by the stoppage of the magic circle, he heard from the distance The sound of the bells became clearer and louder, and the sound of the church district door crashing down was heard.

He exhaled, and his last breath brought out a soft whisper:

"Lord..."