Creating a Sandbox World Chapter 69: He came from the sacred

　　The unexpected behavior of the church somewhat surprised Lin Tuo, but it also saved him from entanglement.

　　All the teams returned immediately, which greatly reduced their workload.

　　 However, considering the transfer of the other party, it also takes time, plus several hours of continuous busy schedule, mentally and physically tired.

　　 Lin Tuo simply took the avatar back into his body temporarily, prepared to wait for the people to gather in peace, and have another pot.

　　 retracted his spiritual consciousness from the sand table, and found helplessly that it was night again. Fortunately, this time Huaxi finally knew that he was looking for food, which made Lin Tuo, a teacher, greatly relieved.

　　 There was nothing to say that night, and it was the next day in an instant.

　　 went into the sand table through the clone to collect news and confirmed that the teams were indeed transferring. The church knights even found the carts and horses, installed the wizards together, and tried to return as quickly as possible.

　　 "But at this speed, I am afraid that it will not be completed today." Lin Tuo silently estimated, and did not dare to speed up the time, but he thought about it, and did not idle.

　　"Since the church team is on the way, it is better to take the opportunity to search for more books."

　　 After all, there are too few books collected from Oak Town. Yesterday, I searched some in another city and moved to the desert island in the sand table. However, Lin Tuo was not satisfied.

　　甭 Whether there is value or not, anyway, let’s search first.

　　 made up his mind, throughout the following day, Lin Tuo frequently used the clone to travel around the kingdom, visit churches, and searched a lot of books.

　　 And his actions fell in the eyes of the church and the kingdom, which also caused waves of waves.

　　……

　　……

　　Drei Kingdom, Holy Plain.

　　In the holy city "Hayeks", the past two days have been very unstable.

　　 The Pope’s will soon spread as soon as it was issued. No one knew what it meant.

　　 It wasn't until news of the death of the Knights of the Order came back from various channels that people finally seemed to understand something.

　　 In every corner of the holy city, countless pastors and priests are talking and talking.

　　 There were speculations about Lin Tuo’s identity, and it was once a lot louder.

　　Some say that he is a wizard from the Southern Continent.

　　 Some people say that it is a heresy hidden in the dark, a servant of the devil.

　　 But after all, for most pastors, they don’t think that is an enemy that needs to be taken too seriously. Thousands of years of history have created an inherent impression in everyone’s hearts that the church is extremely powerful.

　　 No one thinks this is a threat. On the contrary, many people secretly squeeze sweat for the unknown strong man.

　　……

　　 "Archbishop, the last team has arrived outside the city."

　　 Inside the city, in a church built on a hillside, when Cardinal Cisse walked out of the cloister, he heard the report from his subordinates.

　　 "Follow the previous arrangements." Cisse said.

　　 Waiting for his subordinates to retreat, the cardinal, who specializes in the way of purifying light, slowly lifted his steps and came to the high platform.

　　As the most powerful and extraordinary force on this continent, no one dares to invade the holy city. Therefore, the wall is also symbolic.

　　 is very low.

　　 Standing here, Archbishop Cisse can clearly see the entire plain, see the billowing smoke and dust, the knights in the queue, and see the wizards who are being pulled, confused, and imprisoned outside the city.

　　 He is getting a little lost.

　　Yes, those returning teams are not allowed to enter the city. All the Templars and magicians are gathered together, waiting in battle, as if waiting for something.

　　 and thousands of wizards were randomly placed between the city wall and the cult.

　　 No one knows why the Pope gave such an order.

　　As one of the archbishops, although Cisse guessed, he couldn't confirm it.

　　 After all, his power is limited to the interior of the Holy City. Although he is nominally respected, he is still far behind the other archbishops who control the real power of the diocese, and he has never been able to enter the core of power.

　　 However, even though he had doubts in his mind, Cisse cautiously did not confide. For some reason, the pope, who was originally just a majestic pope, has become more and more feared since he was hit a year ago.

　　 Every time I see it, it makes Cisse feel terrified.

　　 Not only the pope himself, but also some other high-level people in the holy city, their temperament is much gloomy.

　　 Even Cisse, who has been practising the Art of Purifying Light since he was a child, often changes his emotions for no reason. All this makes him vigilant.

　　 is not that he has not tried to explore. For example, when the "Heritic Judgment Order" issued in the name of the oracle was issued, he facilitated the public expression of opposition at the church meeting.

　　 However, until today, a year later, Cisse still clearly remembered the indifferent and profound glances cast by the Pope and his colleagues in the meeting room at the time after expressing their opposition.

　　 As for the memory of the second half of the meeting, it was strangely lost. When Cisse returned to his senses, he was surprised to find that his signature had been added to the doctrine document.

　　 Since then, his scope of power has been further compressed, and now he is only responsible for the administrative affairs within the Holy City.

　　"Kacha..." While thinking, a light flashed in the dark sky, and then there was a clear spring thunder.

　　 Cisse suddenly retracted his thoughts from the memory, frowning slightly.

　　 From the early morning hours, wisps of dark clouds flew over the sacred plain, stacked on top of each other, covering the sun, covering the entire plain and the holy city, as if a rain was brewing.

　　 From time to time, a majestic thunder flashes by, making people tremble from the soul.

　　 This feeling made Cisse very uncomfortable, and when his gaze swept across the plain, the thousands of shabby wizards who were circled like cattle, became more uncomfortable.

　　……

　　 "click!"

On the plains, when the loud spring thunder bloomed above his head, Gray, dragging two heavy shackles, subconsciously stopped, trying to raise his head, but failed.

　　 is not only because the iron wire in his hand is too heavy, but also because on his back is a girl who is sleeping, about ten years old.

　　 That is his daughter.

　　 As a wizard who was “captured” earlier, in the past two months, Gray has dragged this yoke to follow the Knights Templar through dozens of towns.

　　His original strong body has become thinner, and his former high spirit has been replaced by numbness, but it is his 10-year-old daughter who really worries him.

　　Although he has tried his best along the way, the slender and lightweight skeleton of the copy on his back is inevitably less weightless.

　　 Fortunately, they finally arrived at their destination.

　　 Holy City...

　　 followed other "heretics" and was driven to walk on the plain. Gray's vision finally appeared in the gloomy city.

　　 However, this city has no holiness in the eyes of believers. Instead, it is full of gloom and solemnity.

　　 "I can finally get free." Thinking in his heart, Gray's cracked mouth pulled out a self-deprecating expression, and he was surprised to find that he was not afraid of death.

　　 He turned his head and noticed that most of the "companions" around him who were connected to each other through chains showed similar expressions.

　　 For them, is death not a relief?

　　 has endured so much torture, if ordinary people have already died on the road.

　　 can be wizards. Their vitality is far more tenacious than they seem. This was the envy of everyone in the past, but now, it only makes the pain more prolonged.

　　 "Stop! Wait in place."

　　 However, to Gray's surprise, the knights in black cloaks behind him did not drive them into the city, but gathered everyone in a clearing.

　　 They seem to be the last batch, because so many wizards have already gathered there.

　　 or sitting or lying on the cold ground, like a herd of sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

　　"Is this the procedure of the trial? That's right, the heretics probably won't be allowed to enter the so-called holy city." Gray was puzzled for a while, but soon he didn't care.

　　 He quickly found a relatively flat area, and carefully placed the daughter on his back on the ground. This action seemed to awaken her. The fragile flower-like little girl opened her eyes, timidly and lowly. :

　　 "Are you resting..."

　　 "Yes, you can rest, Annie, go to sleep." Gray forced a smile and sat on the ground.

　　 "Dad." The girl named Annie seemed to have a premonition. She raised her head hard and looked around, and found that she was surrounded by people, much more than before.

　　 At the same time, she also saw the neatly arranged densely packed Templar knights gathered on the plain in the distance, and the "holy city" in another direction, all of which made her more nervous.

　　 "We... don't... don't have to continue on our way." Annie suddenly asked, who was older than her peers.

　　 Gray was silent, for a moment he didn't know how to answer, and the next second, only to feel that his daughter was leaning on his shoulder, and said with a very calm expression:

　　 "This is good news, isn't it? We finally don't have to hurry, we can go to see mom."

　　 Gray was silent again, looking at his daughter’s immature face, the appearance of a dead wife appeared in his heart. He seemed to choke down for a while, but quickly suppressed it, showing a sincere smile:

　　 "Yes, it's good news."

　　 After saying these words, inexplicably, both father and daughter seemed to be brisk, and even briefly forgot the pain of the past and the coming death, and began to chat aimlessly.

　　 This kind of atmosphere quickly infects the people around and spreads rapidly. When death comes, of course some people cry in pain, but there are also many people who show the opposite side.

　　If it was the past, they would take a break during the journey, and most of them would seize every opportunity to try to sleep, rest, or meditate to restore their physical strength to relieve pain.

　　 But at this moment, the terrifying knights are all gathered in the distance, no one is staring at them with cold water and whips, but the wizards have no idea of ​​rest.

　　 Instead, they fight together and chat with familiar or unfamiliar colleagues.

　　Talking about hometown, family, work, hobbies, pets, flowers...Only, no one talks about death.

　　 The sky is still gloomy and cold, with lightning flashing from time to time, but compared to the priests who fear the might of heaven, these wizards unexpectedly "flaunt them."

　　Gradually, some people even began to point to the order knights in the distance:

　　 "You said, what are those guys standing there doing?"

　　 "Who knows, it's probably a formation, wait for us to behead our heads, haha."

　　"No, no, no, according to the book, the usual method of dealing with heresy should be tied to the gallows and burned to death."

　　 "Hey, they are in trouble, it's raining, we are all soaked, it's not so easy to burn."

　　 "Hahaha..."

　　 It had been brewing for several hours, and finally a lot of laughter was mixed in the falling spring rain.

　　 It's raining.

　　 The rain in spring is different from other times, it is more like smoke, not like falling down, like floating down.

　　 When the drizzle fell with the wind, the sky seemed to be much clearer.

　　 "I think there are other possibilities." During the conversation, a wizard from another team who was not far away from Gray said with a complicated expression, "I heard their conversation and said that he seemed to be waiting for a People."

　　"Waiting for someone? Is it the Pope?"

　　"No, waiting for the pope to face the city, there is no reason to face the south.

　　 Did you know that a few days ago, did the adult who killed two church knights and rescued hundreds of wizards? I heard that I was waiting for him. "

　　The wizard said, after speaking, he repeated the news he had heard.

　　 When he finished speaking, there was a brief silence around.

　　 Gray’s team arrived last, or the first time they knew about it: "That should be a powerful wizard."

　　"Probably, otherwise, who would dare to be an enemy of the church? Maybe they want to use us as bait to attract the powerful wizard."

　　 "This...impossible..."

　　People looked at each other, and they didn't hold any hope about it. Hardly anyone had any illusions about getting here.

　　 If in other places, powerful wizards can still do this, but this is the Holy Plain.

　　 Thousands of church knights and magicians lined up in front of them, and behind them is the church headquarters, the holy city of Hayeks.

　　Countless church powerhouses are stationed there, and there is also the terrifying pope who is said to be the number one powerhouse in mainland China.

　　 As long as there is a little sense, it is impossible to come.

　　 "He can't come." Gray who was sitting on the ground said calmly, but Annie, who was leaning against him, suddenly frowned, said nothing, just turned her head and looked forward suspiciously.

　　 Her natural ability is related to perception, and is closer to "passive" spellcasting.

　　 At this moment, in her dim perception, on the other side of the sacred plain, there seems to be a powerful force quickly approaching ~IndoMTL.com~ It is impossible for him to come. "

　　 The holy city of Hayekes, on the steps of the church near the city gate, Archbishop Cisse in a red coat has been drenched in drizzle.

　　He didn't use magical magic to resist the rain, nor did he enter the house to escape. He just stood here, looking at the plain covered in mist and rain, and said confidently.

　　 Although he did not know the specifics, he also guessed that the pope's move seemed to be to lure the mysterious powerhouse who rescued the "heretics".

　　 But to Cisse, this is really stupid.

　　 Faced with thousands of heavily armed knights and the entire holy city, even the crazy "witches" will retreat. How can they come before they can escape?

　　 "Unless that's a lunatic." Cisse whispered to himself, however, for some reason, he clearly sensed some fatal danger in his heart, and was fast approaching.

　　 At this moment, all of a sudden, I saw a giant eagle flying quickly from the front of the Sacred Plain!

　　 During the flight, there was a weird cry.

　　 It is a flying beast kept by the church, entrenched in the sky, you can see a broader view.

　　 "咚……咚……"

　　 The next moment, a rapid bell rang throughout the holy city.

　　 On the sacred plain, in front of the neatly organized queue, the Order's Grand Knight Commander suddenly drew his sword. That was a signal for battle:

　　"Face the enemy!"

　　……

　　 "Crack!" At the same time, a thunder in the sky rolled down. On the steps of the church, Archbishop Cisse's heart palpitated, and his hands hanging in his sleeves trembled violently.

　　 Immediately looked at the end of the sacred plain, the figure that appeared suddenly.

　　 "He...coming?!"