"Can any of you tell me why such a young child is allowed to come close to the furnace core of the Great Sun God?" At the end of the light, God's words sounded just like the legend described, like Sanskrit chants, which were awe-inspiring to listen to.

, reassuring.

But Cui Dun didn't think so. It was as if the filth in his heart was being illuminated. Strong fear enveloped him, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but he couldn't squeeze it out from his throat.

There was no sound until he saw the female official on the other side of the corridor rushing forward without a sound, facing God's light and fire.

His pupils were constricted. Obviously without any prior understanding, he preconceptionally thought that the female officer wanted to announce their behavior in front of God. He didn't know where the courage came from. He pulled out the dagger with a gem embedded in his waist and rushed forward to ask for it.

Stabbed the female officer to death,

"Bang!"

The god saw this in his eyes. He waved his sleeves, and Cui Dun's body in palace clothes suddenly flew out and hit the stone wall on one side of the corridor. The gravel flew and a large piece of the solid stone wall collapsed.

Blood spilled from the corner of Dun's mouth and he collapsed into the rubble, but he didn't care about his injuries and just looked at the top of the lime-gray corridor with a deathly expression.

It’s as if he knows that his death is coming!

"Your Majesty! This child is not here to see you, but to die, for the selfish desires of the palace ministers, for the greed of the bishops who have betrayed your glory, and to select the next child like him to obey their mercy.

, in order to steal your light, continue to cast a huge shadow on the White Night Kingdom!"

The female officer knelt down beside Biluomengmen. The young Phaethon stared at the female officer who had been with him day and night with his eyes widened and his pupils tightened. Her face was filled with tears, but she still said the last sentence tremblingly.

"And for the sake of servants like me, I continue to endure the guilt day and night, and I have to push them into the abyss and become the executioner's blade!"

"You***** Luo Mengmen was speechless, "I have never complained about you, God, if You Mao's guilt must also be judged, then please let me, please let me, a monarch who has made many mistakes, bear it.

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He bowed to the ground with his knees, and the blood on his face dripped on the hot floor and vaporized into mist. The flame of God was everywhere above his head. "Those people deceived us that Phaethon is a child of God, but I

You know, it has never been the case. Apart from my status, I have nowhere to compare with Youmai who raised me. How can I, who is so stupid and unaware of myself, assume the responsibility of leading the people and claim to be your child!"

"Please punish me! Any punishment is fine, whether it's leaving a trace of guilt or something else. I just ask you to let Youmai go!"

God stood speechless in the light. Biluomengmen dared to look up at Him. At a certain moment, God seemed to smile, but He turned to look at Triton, but his eyes were full of coldness.

"Take him down, and call Abrador to the church." God did not punish the two of them, but walked alone in the stone corridor, the hem of his robe dragged on the ground, and the soles of his feet made a crisp sound.

At the end of the corridor, he seemed to have remembered something, and added, "It's not the dirty cathedral, it's the one where he often confessed his feelings to me."

The god disappeared with the light. Two black figures stepped forward indifferently and lifted Cui Dun up from the rubble. The other black figure went to another secret room at the top to lift "Sage" Abrado.

Release it.

They are the deacons of the Church Tribunal. Each of them has deep faith in God, and therefore they have become sharp swords driven by traitors. Now all the dirty things have been exposed. Looking back at the dirty things they said they did for God in the past, they are all covered with a robe.

Layer of cloth, lift this layer of cloth, naked, all disgusting desires.

Hymns about dragon slaying were recited in the small temple. Three boys and three girls were circling around a rocking chair. The priest was holding the cross and singing Trian's eulogy.

Trian sank into the gorgeous chair, a peaceful expression appeared on his face, and the colorful domes were reflected in his cloudy eyes. He was drowsy, as if he was about to return to the embrace of God.

But suddenly, the content of the eulogy completely changed. The kind face of the priest turned sinister, and the eulogy in his mouth also turned into a condemnation of Trian.

He made the son of the sun a scapegoat, and Phaethon, a child who should have grown up carefree.

The children surrounding Trian in the triangle also showed cold expressions. They stared at Trian like rag dolls in a voodoo ritual, and uttered condemnations and curses against him.

There were hallucinogenic gases in the air. In such an environment, Trian saw the devil lingering around him singing and gibbering. In the end, this hypocritical believer, the devil greedy for power, died in the pain of fantasy and was tortured to death in purgatory.

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"I'm sorry for causing trouble for you..." The priest took off his hood, revealing a tough face. His body was as strong as a giant bear, but when those black shadows fell down and surrounded the temple, he still

Raise your hands high to indicate giving up resistance.

"It's not your fault, Uncle Spartacus. Our parents were also killed by him. Having such an opportunity for revenge is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"Yes, this is our choice!"

"We're not afraid of these, these spooky guys!"

More and more deacons fell down. In addition to those crowding the temple floor like crows, there were also some hanging upside down under the dome like bats.

Their bodies are not majestic, but Spartak still doesn't think he can handle a few of them. These guys have generally been blessed by the Holy Grail, and they are all warriors who can tear dragon lizards apart. They are the strongest sharp blades in the church.

However, while Spartacus was trying to challenge their strength, he only felt that they were a group of pitiable people who clearly believed in gods, but were only used in vain as victims of careerists.

Each of them is a warrior with the ability of a dragon lizard. Now the number of fallen deacons is as scattered as a flock of crows. He, Spartak, is fearless, but there are children around him.

Now he and the children raised their hands, waiting to be arrested, but the executioners did not take action. The crowd silently split open, and a young man squeezed in.

He is dressed in linen clothes and his face is a little green, but his portrait can be seen in many classics of the White Night Kingdom. The sage who built the Imperial Palace of the Sun, Abrador.

Specifically, it was the seventh generation Abrador. After he disappeared, there was no one to inherit this ancient name. It turned out that he was not dead yet.

With the arrival of Abrador, the hawks and dogs of the referee lowered their waists one after another. Abrador also touched the ground with one knee after entering the human formation. A solemn atmosphere filled the air, and Spartak and the six children could not help but bow down.

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The sky outside the temple suddenly lit up, and the clouds were like burning clouds. The sparse light fell like gratings, and there was a majestic aura falling. Everyone immediately raised their heads to look at a relief sculpture on the dome.
Chapter completed!