Invade the white dove

If there were some people who wanted to stand up for such a useless death of a gladiator just now, but before seeing Julis' true face, everyone's idea was to escape from this devil as soon as possible.

Legend has it that the fire of hell is red, and the throne of the devil is made of black magma, so religious believers always associate these two colors with the devil——

On this point, no matter whether it is the Aotheism, the polytheism, or other sects, they are all extremely unified.

Even, when a newborn's fetal hair is found to be red, the head of the family is likely to strangle the baby in swaddling.

The fallen who follow the devil take red and black as the undefiled "sacred" as a matter of course.

So when everyone present found that the hair and eye color of this hooded boy were exactly the same as the devil worshiped in the Paso Hall, even the fallen in the city of sin, the first thought that popped up in their minds was also:

Run away!

When angels come down to earth, believers will rejoice.But if the devil appears in front of the world, the greedy people just want to avoid the coming death.

The prostitutes and servants brought by the gladiators were in a mess, and the onlookers huddled in the shadow of the candlelight, trying to reduce their sense of existence. The tavern owner ran out from the back door of the tavern trembling.

"The devil is killing people! Guards, the magistrate..." After he had run out for a long time, Julis heard the heart-piercing shouts from outside.

Julius looked around, and the faces of the people he glanced at all began to turn blue. They seemed to have seen the death scene of the devil wielding a sickle and cutting off their necks.

But no one dared to resist. If this cloaked boy was really a devil who climbed up from hell, then what position do they have to ask the devil for forgiveness when they betrayed their beliefs and promised their souls to the abyss of desire in order to survive?

Julius moved.

Everyone closed their eyes resignedly.

At this moment, they finally remembered their beliefs.It seems that before the temple was destroyed by the king, the night sky of Stani was not as bright red as it is now.

When the drinkers were ready to kill, Julius just raised his hand and pulled the cloak from the dead gladiator's hand.

It was already stained with blood, he thought for a while, and covered his hair with the cloak that had turned crimson.

An untimely whistle broke the suffocating silence: "The brave boy, in order to save the innocent girl, dared to challenge the drunken gladiator and finally defeated him. Dear friend, I want to write it into a song !"

Julis looked back, and the bard was shaking his head up to put the last drop of wine into his mouth. His demeanor was already drunk.

He didn't talk to the poet, and slowly sat back to his previous position, putting the rusty sword in his hand on the wooden bench.

Mr. Knight, who sat silently by the side, took the initiative to put away the rusty sword.

So in the eyes of everyone, the sword that killed the gladiator miraculously disappeared again.

It really is a devil...

The crowd watching only felt that their heartbeat stopped again.

"Would you like a sip of wine?" Sotiria's voice sounded at this moment.

An indescribable sour and spicy smell drilled into his nose, and his lips touched the mouth of the cold cup, as if bewitched, Julis opened his mouth and gulped down the orange, Liquid with bubbles.

The foam broke in his throat, and the base of his tongue tasted bitterness belatedly. Yulis subconsciously wanted to find water to drink, but just as he grabbed the kettle, he saw the blood left on his hand, and his five fingers immediately moved more violently than before. trembling.

With a bang, the kettle fell over, and then with a bang, the porcelain pot fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Julius lowered his head.

In the puddle of water on the ground, half of his face was reflected in blood.

He closed his cursed black eyes wearily.

O all-knowing God, will you forgive a sinner who takes another's life in order to atone for his sin?

especially……

Julius pinched his trembling palm almost self-injuriously. The remaining blood of the gladiator still scorched his skin with scorching heat. The heat seeped into his body like pervasive poison. It even feels like the blood is starting to boil.

Julius felt a pair of cold hands gently covering his wrists.

"Sotiria..." he murmured softly.

"You're hurt." Mr. Knight's hand fell on his shoulder.

Julius obediently asked Sotiria to examine the wound for him.

Although the battle with the gladiator ended quickly, Julius was not unscathed.At the moment when the sword in his left hand collided with the hammer, Julis heard the snapping sound of his wrist bones.

This also gave him a better understanding of the strength-type gladiators.

"Why don't you hide?"

Sotiria pinched Yulis' wrist with his cold hand, and he frowned in pain, but did not make a sound.

"Injuries are inevitable in battle," Julis said firmly.

He felt that Mr. Knight's eyes fell on his wrist, and there was a trace of self-blame in those eyes.

"I know too little about gladiators. I want to take this opportunity to estimate what kind of impact their strength will have on my body," Ulis explained.

It is impossible for him to follow the original plan step by step, starting from the gladiator students, but this does not mean the failure of the entire mission.Compared with climbing up step by step from the bottom and getting the qualification to play in the gladiatorial competition three days later, it seems more efficient to try to attract the king's attention with outstanding performance.

Although what awaits him may be death.

May luck favor him, so that he will not fail the trust of the envoy of Thoth.

"Why don't you hide?" Sotiria asked him stubbornly.

"Okay." Ulis finally gave in, with his head lowered under the hood, not looking at anyone, "I did it on purpose."

He could have dodged the slow blow, but instead he deliberately collided the dagger with the hammer.

For no other reason, he just felt that he had robbed a person's life, and whether that person deserved to die or not, he should not be unscathed.

The bard also moved from the opposite side to them unknowingly:

"The cowardly drunkards are finally gone, can you tell me now, how did you get an... unknown creature to swear to serve you?"

With a "click", Julius' left wrist was severely bent backward by Sotiria, his whole body twitched violently, and he fell into Sotiria's arms, panting violently.

Julis felt that his misplaced bones had been pinched back to their original positions by Sotiria, turned his wrist slightly, and whispered "thank you".

"Sotiria is just a lonely wandering soul..."

Julius just wanted to explain a few words, but was interrupted by Sotiria: "I was moved by his kindness and sincerity, and I volunteered to follow him."

The bard shook his flaxen curls:

"It's natural for the oath knight to protect the master he swears allegiance to. But as an incorporeal creature, how can you protect the safety of this young man? The battle just now, if it was a real knight, would have been humiliated by the gladiator. In front of the master, I challenged him to a duel."

Sotiria's mouth was pursed into a line, not sure if he was organizing the words to fight back, or he was disdainful to entangle with young humans.

"Do not."

Ulis finally found a moment to speak.His voice was still hoarse and harsh:

"I have explained to Sotiria when I was traveling with him that all I need is his company. If he sacrificed needlessly to protect me, it would be a betrayal of the oath."

The bard's mouth curled up in a wonderful arc:

"You are definitely not a believer in the devil. The evil people will just turn a blind eye to the atrocities just now. If you tell me your beliefs, I will definitely recommend you as the first candidate for the gladiator."

This time it was Julius' turn to keep silent.

The creed of the God of God does not allow lying, and he would rather become dumb now than break the second commandment.

"Apophis, destroy."

At this time, Sotiria took the initiative to rescue him, telling a harmless lie, "This is also the story I want to tell you. It is an existence that is about to disappear, and Julius, as a believer, saved the life of Apophis." perish."

On the vast land of the Black Zee Continent, there is no belief that is in an absolute dominant position.

It is possible that different regions of the same country worship different gods.Just look at the city of Stanley that worships the devil, and the adjacent city of Derlock believes in the Goddess of Battle.

Of course, the believers of the God of God accounted for the majority of the faith, and they even used the Tier Ice Field in the extreme north as a base to establish a sanctuary and build a residence for gods on earth.

And all the people who preach the teachings of the Austrian God call themselves angels, and the most famous one is the angelic patriarch named "Thoth". It is said that when his hand is touched, the dead can immediately jump out of the coffin and run .

but……

The bard, who neither believed in gods nor ghosts, plucked the strings.

When the Odong Kingdom, which had always regarded the Austrotheism as the state religion, was destroyed, their people cried hoarse and went blind, but there was no miracle to save them.

Their god has a heart of stone.

Just when the bard wanted to continue asking about the "God of Destruction" whom he had never heard of before, the wooden door of the red brick tavern was kicked open.

Julis turned his head and met a group of angry burly men.The clothes are similar to the gladiators lying on the ground.

The magistrate didn't come to arrest people, but the people from the Gladiator Academy came first.