Chapter 596

"... the blood of blasphemy, the redemption of ridicule..."

In the silent midnight, people in black robes lined up in two rows in the cellar under the Plantagenet manor with torches in their hands; The wide hoods made people can't see their expressions clearly, only the hoarse and neat songs echoed constantly.

"... if you promise, we will bow down and surrender..."

The cold and oppressive darkness, the shadow of the leaping fire, the hoarse and low singing... It looks very strange against the background of the fanatical atmosphere.

At the end of the crowd holding torches, there was a figure wearing the same hood and robe; Hunched and trembling, he hid himself completely in his robe from head to foot;

Looking down the crowd, there was a square table covered with red silk at the end, and a delicate sterling silver wine cup was placed in the center; Standing next to it was a man in a bright red cloak and hood, leaning on a purple wooden stick.

Under the gaze of a pair of eyes shot from under the hood, the people in robes and hoods bowed down and trembled to the square table step by step; The pace is not urgent or slow, as if every step is on the beating heart.

"... father, please guide us to wake up from this obscure and dark nightmare..."

The low and solemn singing continued, and the leaping fire lit up one face after another under the hood, and the excited eyes were trembling, as if this group of people wearing robes and hoods could tear their clothes and become real fierce animals at any time.

The man in red is still waiting for his footsteps.

"... embark on the road of freedom within reach..."

The man in the robe and hood walked to the square table step by step. The black hair tips exposed from the gap of the hood were not conspicuous under the clothes and dark light, and no one paid special attention to them;

"... embark on the road of seeing you..."

The man in red walks to the square table. The man in robe and hood will lead God to stop in place. Under the sign of the man in red, he humbly opens his arms, bends his knees and kneels down in front of him.

The singing stopped suddenly. The people in the wine cellar nodded slightly, held high torches around the square table, and there were solemn and fanatical faces under their hoods.

The man in red raised his purple shirt and wooden walking stick and slowly opened his mouth in a low and quiet atmosphere:

"My devout brothers and sisters; it has been too long since the last meeting... The Holy Cross Church in red blood castle has been suppressing our and chasing our companions everywhere, forcing us to flee in confusion and live in the shadow;

This is a sad era; evil demons occupy the hearts of all people - they foolishly believe in the evil god called the Holy Cross and fear the fire breathing dragon... The pawn of the evil god; but they make the real heavenly Father and Savior unknown;

They claim to be halal, but enjoy the luxury that civilians can't imagine; they claim to be noble, but degenerate to compete for secular power;

A group of hypocritical and cunning villains, what they believe in is not the Holy Cross idol hanging on the top of the church, but the evil thoughts, greed and lust in their hearts; the hearts of all life in the world are controlled by such a group of humble reptiles!

They are full of lies, full of evil, greedy and evil thoughts... The bain people for twelve generations have surrendered to the feet of such a group of people;

But it doesn't matter, because no matter how rampant the forces of evil gods are and how they make waves and wantonly hunt and kill the just people, the voice of the Savior will never be erased!

They denounced the arrogance of Byrne people, but did not understand that it was pride and pride that created the prosperity and prosperity of Byrne;

They regard drinking as the root of Bain's depravity, but they don't know that for Bain, good wine is blood! "

Fanatical cheers echoed in the wine cellar, and the leaping fire flickered in the shadow.

"Today, another person will join us, become a lamb blessed by the real father and Savior, and drink wine with us!

Fres Pasteur, a loyal servant of the Turin family, has served as the housekeeper and winemaker of the Plantagenet manor for the Turin family for generations;

But he is also a true believer - it is precisely because of his generosity and kindness that we can gather here and share the good wine given by the Savior;

He is loyal to the Turin family, but also to his beliefs;

From him, I saw unprecedented sincerity and the sacrifice spirit of a true believer; when I saw him, I saw hope;

We live in a sad era, a dark world shrouded by evil gods; but the more so, isn't it the more time to test whether our faith is firm?!

It is for this reason that we are holding a rally at this tense time. Welcome our loyal partner Mr. fres Pasteur to officially join us and become one of us. Let's cheer for him! "

"Good wine is like blood --! Good wine is like blood --! Good wine is like blood --! Good wine is like blood --!"

The frenzy echoed endlessly. The man in red turned around, respectfully cut his arm and dropped blood into the cup;

The pure silver wine cup was passed among the crowd. Every believer dropped his own plasma into the cup, and then handed the wine cup to the next believer with great solemnity;

Holding the wine glass full of blood with both hands, the deep voice of the man in red echoed in the wine cellar:

"Get up, fres Pasteur, drink the wine in this cup, become our partner and witness the gospel of the father and Savior!"

The man in robe and hood stood up slowly, blocked the figure of the man in red in front of him, and took the wine glass from him respectfully.

"Come, drink it; after drinking it, you will understand how our heavenly Father and Savior are..."

While still talking, the voice of the man in red stopped suddenly.

"Er... Er... Ah... You, you..."

Looking at the sharp blade sticking out from under each other's wrist and piercing his neck; The incredible man in red vomited blood and looked up at the man in front of him.

Black hair, black eyes.

"How, how are you... Fres Pasteur, he..."

"He has been put into the dungeon by Charles... Thanks to you finding this fool, Charles noticed that there was a problem with the wine in stock; of course, he thought he was just a wine thief and didn't have to report to Charlotte..."

Loren, who lowered his voice, raised the corners of his mouth... Because of the position and distance, the "heretics" behind him did not find their difference for the time being.

"Don't show such a surprised expression, OK? I should be the one who should be surprised." the black haired wizard said briskly. The rest of his eyes looked at the other party's familiar face and the familiar sign on his left glove:

"Old Mr. John of the tavern, or... Your Excellency Byrne's night watchman?"

The world in front of us gradually became blurred. The throat pierced by the sleeve sword blocked the gushing plasma; The bloody old John trembled at the corners of his mouth, desperately trying to lift his arm, but he didn't have the slightest strength.

"Mutant monsters are rampant in the red blood castle, and even there are suspected Heretical Cult groups... In such a serious situation, the night watchman headquarters in the imperial capital knows nothing, and even has no news at all, so there can only be two explanations, right?"

"Either the opponent was so cruel that the night watchman was exposed and destroyed in advance; or... Byrne's night watchman has collectively rebelled and become a running dog of the heresy and even a core member."

The dark haired wizard who talked to himself gradually showed a trace of insight in his eyes.

The sleeve sword was pulled out from his neck, and the splashing blood left a dark red on Loren's robe.

Old John, who had lost his strength, shook his body and fell on his knees. At the same time, his whole body collapsed on the ground; The moment his head touched the ground, he saw the silver cup falling from the black haired wizard's hand, and the blood poured out of the cup dyed his vision red.

At the moment of falling into eternal darkness, trying to open his eyes, he saw a petite figure rushing out of the crowd, took off his hood and rushed towards the black haired wizard.

No... don't... run... He... You can't beat him

"Father -!!!"

The grieving little Vivian shattered the silence with the sharp blade in her hand!