People are pirates, modeling kings

The sickle in Midnight's hand vibrated slightly, and the king's body was thrown to the cross, and then the sickle was quickly nailed to it.

bang.

The body of the king was crucified.

"Do we need to burn him now?"

Chaldea stepped forward and asked, a blazing flame already burning in her hands.

"Wait a minute, I will wait until dawn and burn him to death in front of everyone."

At this time, the king was afraid that he would die completely before dawn.

But Midnight doesn't care about this. He just wants everyone to know that he killed the king of the Kingdom of Carlos, a member of the World Government.

The breath in King Carlos's mouth has gradually disappeared. Although the severed arms have condensed into huge blood scabs, there is still blood dripping down.

The palace in the distance was in chaos, and the singing and dancing were no longer peaceful.

There are few people around, but occasionally a few people are secretly observing the situation here.

But no one dared to take the lead.

"Don't you plan to keep hiding your identity?"

Chaldea looked at Midnight's handsome face and asked.

Midnight shook her head: "It's time to live a life under the sun."

"I have been struggling between night and day for these years. In fact, I am already tired of it."

Midnight said slowly.

"So your identity as a priest is just a cover-up. You are an evil spirit wandering in the dark night. You will never believe in the so-called righteous God."

Chaldea said with a smile.

"Yes, it's just a cover-up."

"The so-called Righteous God is just a means specially developed by the Rainbow Church and the Kingdom of Kalos to rule Rainbow Island."

"Besides, I don't believe there is a god in this world."

Having said this, Midnight paused briefly, and then continued, "Even if there is a god, he is the god in charge of death."

"That depends on how you understand it."

Chaldea smiled, "Everyone is his own god, and his own destiny is under his control."

After hearing this, Midnight looked at Chaldea in shock, and then turned to look at King Carlos who seemed to be dead.

He was silent for a moment before continuing: "After this matter is settled, I will go to sea with you."

"You are a talent and should have a broader sky."

"Go out and take a look, and you will find that the world will be more interesting."

The two chatted and waited for dawn.

Soon after, the sky became completely bright.

When the eastern sun shines, people on Rainbow Island are already getting up and moving.

What happened last night had spread throughout the island, and a large number of civilians gathered towards the location of the two Chaldeans.

Most people are familiar with their identities.

Chaldea's name has spread out, and anyone who reads the newspaper will know his name.

As the priest of the Rainbow Church, Midnight has a huge reputation on Rainbow Island. Everyone knows the name of the priest Midnight.

But when the people who gathered saw King Carlos nailed to the cross, they were extremely shocked.

The scythe inserted into King Carlos' body reminded them of the connection between Midnight and the Evil Scythe.

Midnight had no intention of hiding it.

"His Majesty!"

At this time, a voice came from afar.

He was the bishop of the church who was not killed at midnight last night.

"Your Majesty is dead."

Midnight said lightly.

These words shocked the Bishop. He felt a strong sense of danger from Midnight, and then stared at Midnight.

His eyes turned and fell on the scythe inserted into the king's body. He looked at Midnight again, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Could it be...could it be that you are the evil sickle..."

The bishop pointed at him in disbelief and said.

Although people around him also have suspicions in this regard, there is no evidence to support this.

Now hearing the words of the Bishop of Rainbow Church, they could not help but connect Midnight with Evil Scythe.

The evil sickle ignored him, raised his head and glanced at the sunshine in the sky, and then whispered:

"It's time."

"it is good."

Chaldea nodded, a flame appeared in his right hand, and with a flick of his index finger, a flame flew to King Carlos.

Puff.

The body of King Carlos immediately burned. Under the sun, the heat became more and more intense, and the people around him did not dare to get close.

"King Carlos was burned to death."

The crowd around them was horrified. They did not expect that the king of a country that joined the World Government would be burned to death in broad daylight in front of nearly half of the people on the island.

"It seems the answer is clear. Priest Midnight is the Evil Scythe."

"It's really well hidden."

"No one can connect the devout midnight with the evil sickle."

"But if he killed King Carlos, he would definitely be wanted by the World Government."

The voices of the surrounding crowd kept ringing.

"What a lunatic. He is actually an enemy of the World Government."

"There will definitely be no place for him on Rainbow Island now."

Hearing the commotion around him, Midnight smiled slightly and walked towards the still burning cross.

He came to the flaming cross and held the burning sickle tightly in his right hand.

There was a chissing sound, and the strong heat came into contact with Midnight's palm, emitting a burst of white smoke, which was then offset by his rainbow energy.

The sickle was pulled out, and although the blood on it had dried, under the reflection of the sunlight, a heart-stopping bloody blade could still be seen.

"Bishop, I want to give you a gift before I leave."

Midnight turned and looked at the Bishop.

"What... ritual..." Before the bishop could react, the sickle turned into a wisp of cold light and scratched his neck.

Suddenly, the bishop was killed by Midnight without making any screams.

"This gift is sending you to hell."

Midnight grinned and looked towards the crowd gathered around him.

After meeting Midnight's eyes, the people around him had a look of fear in their eyes, and the blood on the sickle in his hand was still slowly dripping.

An invisible murderous aura spread around.

After this, the surrounding crowd immediately fled.

"go to church."

Midnight said softly, and then walked towards the church with the sickle dripping with blood.

After a while, he came to the church. At this time, the church was already empty. A large number of priests were killed in the middle of the night last night. After the remaining priests heard the news, they all packed up and ran away.

I stood at the door of the church at midnight, silently looking at the church I had lived in for ten years.

"It's time to end."

Thinking of this, Midnight raised his sickle and swung it over. A huge blade of light passed through the center of the church, cutting the church in half.