This Paladin is so despicable!

"You! Why do you do that!"

As soon as he heard that Wright was about to take off his black monastic clothes, Adros stood up holding on to the wall.

"Do you know how the outside world describes the men in black? Hyenas! Villains! Guys who eat people without spitting out bones!

People's fear and malice towards the black-clothed men is greater than towards the devils!

Is this the desired result? "

"That's how it should be!"

Wright didn't hesitate: "Otherwise, how can you let them suppress evil and hunt demons?

Rely on your glamorous look or your flawless resume?

Do you imagine that when you see an enemy, you show off all the certificates and certificates you have received from childhood to adulthood? When the enemy sees it, they bow their heads in shock, and then change their minds and change their ways?

If you care so much about other people's eyes and want everyone to love you, you might as well just debut as an idol!

besides! Put away your condescending attitude and self-righteous virtue!

You clamored to come to the Black Temple, but deep down you simply despised them.

You think you are the savior, and you are determined to bring the Black Temple back to life and change their image in the hearts of the public.

Do you think you are great? !

The most bad people you have ever seen in your life are spitting everywhere. When someone curses you with a few curse words, you will feel sick and uncomfortable all over!

Kindergarten level life experience, still want to teach this one and rescue that one?

You deserve it too! "

Wright punched Adros and knocked him to the ground again.

"You have been coming to the Black Temple for three years! Do you know the origin of this black dress?

The monastic uniforms of the first generation of black monks were originally white, but they did the dirtiest, hardest and most dangerous tasks.

The black color on their monastic robes is the blood of their enemies and themselves, mixed with the color of mud and stains!

At that time, all believers and clergy respected them extremely!

Because the black color on the monks' robes represents the hard work they have done for the Holy See and the sins they have shouldered!

In the end, even the Goddess of Holy Light was impressed by their sacrifice and dedication, and issued a decree allowing them to wear black, which is completely opposite to the symbolic color of Holy Light!

Bear the darkness and protect the light! This is the belief of the people in black!

Of all the institutions under the temple, only the Black Temple is the most short of manpower. Do you know why?

Because other institutions have compulsory collection and conditioning! Once selected, it cannot be rejected.

Only the Black Temple has not forcibly recruited personnel!

Because everyone in black knows that without awareness and belief, they simply cannot do this!

They would rather do the work of several people alone than throw these sinful and dirty things on others!

How can there be any quiet time! Someone is carrying the load for you! You can be ungrateful, but you are not qualified to come and point fingers at them? "

Looking at Adros who was paralyzed on the ground, Wright said coldly.

"Your father has shouldered so much just to give you a piece of pure land. Unexpectedly, you are ashamed of him?

Let me tell you, all the sorrows he has suffered in his life combined are not as great as the harm you have caused him!

Take off your monastic clothes! You don't deserve to wear the same black robe as your father! "

"Boss!"

Taylor stepped forward and grabbed Wright: "Stop talking...Adross, the boss hates iron for being unable to become steel!

You should show your attitude!

Are you really planning to take off this black robe? "

"No!"

Adros stood up shakily again, but this time without holding on to the wall. The knight captain wanted to help him, but was stopped by Taylor.

"Light, boss! I know I was wrong... Please, give me another chance! I will prove it to you, to my colleagues in the Black Temple, and to the goddess!

Also, prove it to my father!

I! Adros! Not a coward! I am not afraid of sacrifice either! I also have the belief to shoulder the darkness and protect the light!

please! Give me another chance! "

Wright looked at Adros's firm and eager eyes, and waved to Lilith behind him.

The latter was so blessed that he immediately flew forward and drew a dark magic circle in front of Wright.

Wright reached out and groped around in the magic circle and pulled out a long sword.

The knight commander recognized it at a glance: "Black gold weeping blood sword!"

Emily was also extremely shocked. She clearly remembered that on the day she first arrived in the Holy City, this thing was piled up with other debris in the living room on the first floor of Wright's house. How could it suddenly...

She suddenly looked at Lilith. Could it be that the magic circle just now was space magic?

Such a profound spell cannot be cast by an ordinary succubus! Also, the blow that killed the demon in Lawrence Manor did not seem like the ability of a succubus!

Wright didn't care what they were thinking and directly released the seal of the Black Gold Weeping Blood Sword.

This was the sword of the second-generation dark descendant monarch. Powerful and terrifying pressure surged out instantly, and all the prisoners in the black iron prison trembled.

But fortunately, the prisoners on the seventh floor said they were emotionally stable and even a little curious.

clang!

Wright threw out the black gold sword in his hand and thrust it directly in front of Adros.

“Opportunities are always earned by oneself.

Conquer it!

I can give you a task that will make your father proud of you. "

The knight commander panicked: "No! His Highness Wright! What if His Highness Adros's mind is eroded?"

"What should we do? A great success!"

Wright's eyes were cold and he shook the Holy Light Medal in his hand: "It just so happens that he is in the cell on the seventh floor right now. Once the cell door is closed, everything will be fine.

Anyway, he likes going to jail so much, so if he continues to go to jail, his wish will be fulfilled.

At that time, it will be announced to the outside world that Saint Adros surrendered the Black Gold Weeping Blood Sword and unfortunately died in battle.

Pay him a death pension. You make a report and I'll approve the note. "

At this time, Adros took a deep breath and held the hilt of the Black Gold Weeping Blood Sword with one hand.

"Um!"

A strong dark will suddenly invaded, and Adros almost lost his position directly.

Fortunately, his will has been beaten now and has become particularly firm. He actually pushed the opponent back forcefully.

With one man and one sword, a long tug-of-war began.

The Black Gold Weeping Blood Sword was coming menacingly and almost always had the upper hand. But Adros was also very strong-willed and kept gritting his teeth to resist.

Slowly, he actually regained the lost ground bit by bit, and finally competed with the opponent.

Is he a trainee saint or someone with two skills?

However, this also inspired the ferocity of the Black Gold Weeping Blood Sword. It inspired the last dark will and launched a general attack on Adros.

Adros, who was still able to maintain the situation, suddenly lost ground and struggled to hold on.

At the critical moment, Wright spoke slowly.

"Adross, are you willing to join the black men?"

"Me! Of course I do!"

"Even if you are misunderstood, even if you suffer infamy! Even if you are deeply involved in filth and sin! Do you still not hesitate?"

Adros clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands: "Yes! So! No! Unfortunately!"

The powerful aura surged endlessly, suppressing the black gold sword.

"Okay! Let me tell you! If you want to punish evil spirits! You must be able to conquer evil spirits! If you want to punish evil, you must be able to control evil!

Adros! Can you do it or not? "

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Stimulated by Wright's words, Adros burst out with extremely powerful will.

The bright white light instantly drowned the Weeping Blood Sword, leaving pure white lines unique to the holy light on the black and gold blood. The restless long sword was like a tamed fierce horse, and finally chose to surrender.

Adros pulled out the sword, panting but with firm eyes.

"Me! Very good!"

Wright showed a satisfied smile: "Very good, now I can give you the task."