Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

"Impossible - why are you here!!!"

an exclamation.

From that withered figure.

This is the only wrong guess in all the guesses so far——

The paladins were all terrified by this, and the man kneeling in the inverted magic circle was Duke Connor.

His life force left his body continuously along with the blood, and penetrated into the magic circle. The thin talent contained in the blood was purified and purified, forming drops of crimson bright spots, which flowed into the magic circle along with the flowing magic power. A man who is tied up.

"Mevis!" Kevin exclaimed, but Mevis in the magic circle was in a coma, and it was impossible to tell whether it was artificially fainted, or an abnormal state due to the imminent awakening of blood.

Layers of invisible viscous pressure in the air clearly indicate an indisputable fact-the gifted blood of the Catilla family passed down from generation to generation must not be a good kind, and the delicate powder carefully rubbed on by generations of ancestors is removed, revealing What is left are ferocious bones, history is but a whitewashed skeleton, the gorgeous appearance has finally faded.

Bloodline sacrifice, that rotating magic circle is really a bloodline sacrifice!Purify the whole blood of a bloodline inheritor, and then inject this power into another bloodline inheritor to forcibly awaken him.

"Haha, Catilla of the 'God of War' family, the uncrowned king of the Northwest battlefield, the glory of the Human Front? The blood power you are so proud of actually comes from an evil god? An evil god who accepts bloody and cruel sacrificial rituals?" Kevin sneered, but His eyes were always fixed on Meivis's tightly closed eyes. The leader of the Holy White Knight devoted his whole life to sweeping away the heresy that harmed the side with magic, and finally fell into the heresy's sacrificial circle.

I don't know whether to be lucky or sad. Contrary to what they were worried about, Connor chose himself as a sacrifice to awaken Mavis.

When the Holy White Knight finds out that he has become a heretic, will he give himself a sword and sweep himself away?If a clergyman commits suicide, his soul will be punished forever after death, but Kevin believes that, judging from Mavis' character, he will not hesitate to end his life as a heretic and end this bloody inheritance , and then frankly accept the eternal suffering that will be suffered after death, the Holy White Knight has never been afraid of suffering, but—Connor will not be unaware of Mavis' character and conduct, a noble who can plan all this will not If it's really as unattractive as his bloated figure, it can only mean that he has a way to ensure that Mavis will not die by suicide.

Standing at the four corners of the magic circle were four people wearing the robes of annihilation priests, and in front of them were four other annihilation priests. This was the reason why Kevin only opened his mouth and did not act rashly.

Connor, who had been twisted and dried up but hadn't died yet, let out a wheezing sound. He still asked in an arrogant and conceited tone as he once was a great nobleman of the empire: "You didn't run after the succubus? But it's too late, The ceremony is complete, I know you have obtained Kadela's family tree, but it is a replica copy, can't you see it? The real one... The real one is still in my hand, and the ritual spells recorded in the real one are still found by me. There is no way to prevent the Catilla family from regaining its glory!"

Because of fear of them, these knights and spellcasters from the Temple of God have unparalleled insight, so when making the succubus statue, it strictly imitated the real succubus, rather than the glamorous ones that are more acceptable to the public as rumored in the market Version, because those superficial efforts are to attract the attention of the clergy, but it is a pity that it is so realistic that it still cannot be fooled.

There are some vague shadows floating in the sky above the magic circle. Those souls that were sucked away by the "succubus" are now found.

However, the stripped soul entered the sacrificial ceremony of the evil god, and even if it was snatched back, it could not return to the body that had not yet died.

"The Kadila family's qi calculation is completely broken." Yalan said pitifully, he didn't look like facing a row of annihilation priests holding magic spells, but like a confession room overlooking the statue of the God of Light , Listening to the voices of those who came to repent, and giving his guidance, he said, "You know, the families with the inheritance of the evil gods have withered away one after another, and the last bloodline awakening has passed now. In 700 years, it was a flash in the pan, and then that family was destroyed under the iron hooves of Kantanaroa Temple Knights—the ancestors of Mevis, with iron will and means, wiped out the last son of the evil god."

Connor snorted, and there was a sound of wind tearing from his broken chest.

"Do you know how much the ancestors of the Catilla family paid for their children and grandchildren to live in peace?" Yalan asked him, "You are not an outsider who is blinded by the myth of the 'God of War'. Since you know the truth about the blood of the family, then you I have never questioned why only the Catilla family can continue to this day?"

When guessing the truth of the family bloodline, the eyes of the elves have seen through the real past carefully hidden by the human family.

The paladins confronted the annihilation priest, and neither of them dared to make a move first, so the conversation went on like no one else was there.

"You know a fart!" Connor smiled strangely, "You are not from my family, what do you know? The glory of the family has been dusted, and the children of the side branches are wasting their time outside those half-orc fortresses. In the fortress, the official affairs that are reviewed every day are fucking trade disputes? What kind of dwarf representatives are interviewed every day, come to argue with me about tariffs? What do the upper-class nobles in the capital call us? Mud-legged, inferior nobles, poor peasants in the countryside with a hoe Throw the sword on your shoulder, and you will be equal to me ten years later! How to spend your life? That is the same as everyone! It is better for a hero to die on the battlefield than to be lost, better than to sink, and better to treat the deeds of the ancestors as legends and use them in the evening Children! Our blood is the noble Catilla family, and glory flows in our blood!"

"Glory? Catilla's glory has never been born of blood!" Kevin suddenly interrupted the impassioned Connor, and he sneered, "It is the generals who have fought for generations, who have kept the invaders away The heroic spirits outside the homeland are the souls of warriors who protect others with their flesh and blood. The great warriors of the Catilla family draw their swords and shout under the banner of the battlefield. Behind him are thousands of troops and horses charging with him. Well, the family and the country are safe."

The red light in the magic circle was blazing, and Connor let out a strange howl.

Kevin looked at him indifferently, his voice was as calm as if he was reciting a spell that required concentration, "...the daughters of the Kadilla family can walk on the northwest plain with a heavy two-meter longbow, and shoot The behemoth vanguard of the half-orcs who died a thousand meters away, the army of invaders trembled in front of the banner of the Kadela family, and dared not cross the border for a hundred years."

"Your brother did not set foot on the battlefield against the half-orcs, because there is no need for it. A hundred years ago, Kadela's ancestors had established enough deterrence in that wasteland. Mevis swore an oath in front of the bonfire of the Muye God. He Willing to endure suffering, willing to risk himself, willing to give up comfort, to clean up the hidden darkness, the sorcerer's tower he led to capture can organize a thick biography, the innocent souls he rescued spread all over the world, Kantana The legendary story of Mavis, the vice-commander of the Holy White Knights of Roja Temple, can make bards sing continuously for three days and three nights."

The black mage's eyes were full of splendor, and for the first time, he asked viciously from the heart: "What about you? What have you done?"

Sitting in the city lord's mansion, counting the achievements of his ancestors, and then accumulating his increasingly soft belly year after year?

"Stupid." Kevin said, "That is the glory of the Catilla family. The power of the bloodline has always been a stain in the eyes of the ancestors. It is garbage that can't wait to goug out the flesh and blood. Every soldier who accidentally awakens the bloodline , all without exception chose to go to the most dangerous battlefield, before the will of the evil god devoured themselves, and died together with the powerful enemy, this has fulfilled the name of the "God of War" bloodline of the Kadela family for generations of bravery."

Kadila's ancestors probably wished for the glory of the family to cease - a family that came to glory in the battlefield, if one day the glory ceases, does it mean that the war has subsided?

"Look at you, the sacrifice of the evil god." Kevin said contemptuously, "give up your life, just to call back everything that the sages gave up? Why are the blood of the evil god destroyed? Not just crusades from all sides, the evil god Why were they originally classified as evil gods? Because their will was cruel—from the perspective of human moral standards. All the blood descendants who embraced the power of evil gods eventually became the nourishment of evil gods, and all those who thought they could use this power to climb to the top The idiot who reached the peak, and finally buried the family in the greed of himself and the gods."

"Do not------"

Another scream, so high-pitched, like a goblin being pulled out of the mud by the neck, and oh, it was a goblin, too.

The half-human half-goblin half-blood maid Fiona was rushing out from a certain corner. This short and ugly maid had been hiding in the dark just now, and no one paid attention to her. She listened for a long time and struggled to understand these twists and turns. He circled around, then rushed over crying, bumping headlong into the invisible wall of air that annihilated the priests.

"That's not what we said! That's not what we agreed!" She cried, "You didn't say Lord Connor was going to die! You said it was for the re-emergence of the Catilla family!"

She was crying out of breath, but the appearance of the goblin is really not a cute alien to humans. If an elf is crying here, I am afraid that the artist will have to take out a pen and paper to record this heartbreaking beauty crazily. Well, but goblins?Cloudy tears rolled down the girl's wrinkled eye bags, and she cried loudly: "You tricked me into making those machines! You're going to kill Master Connor!"

She cried to the annoyance of everyone, and the priests of Annihilation remembered her superb skills, and swallowed back the death curse one by one, gritting their teeth.

Connor said indifferently: "Silly girl, this is what I'm after."

"No! I don't want my lord to die! The goblins hate my human blood, and humans call me a lowly creature... Only you don't think I'm ugly, and you are willing to buy me home—"

With a creak, her words were choked, and her small body fell silently.

"Too much nonsense." A priest of Annihilation suddenly interrupted the farce. She lifted the hood of her robe, revealing the face of Charlie, the housekeeper of the Duke's Palace.

When Yalan and Kevin came to check on Connor, they happened to meet this housekeeper. She has a name that men like to use. She has been on the Northwest battlefield and served as a staff officer in the army. The conscientious and meticulous housekeeper——

Obviously that was all pretending, it didn't make sense that only the priests of one's own side were keen on acting, and the priests of the Goddess of Annihilation were also good at it.

The housekeeper had a stern face and wore a boring knotted bun. Now she let her long hair loose, wearing a mage's robe, her hand holding the staff was enchanting and charming, and she was painted with scarlet nail polish.

"Yeah." Yalan, who remained silent after Kevin spoke, suddenly said, "We do talk too much nonsense."

The holy light lit up under his feet, and the paladins stood in a strange formation at some point. The magic light outlined a complex pattern on the ground, and each paladin stood on a node.

The High Priest of Light is not a low-key gossip listener.