The Devil’s Cage Chapter 113: Spread

Gino is asleep in the busy.

He is too tired.

Even though I was trained as a knight since I was young, it is still extremely difficult to take care of nearly a hundred people by myself.

Several Priests standing in the shadow outside the warehouse watched all this silently.

As a guard.

They faithfully performed their duties.

As for being infected with plague?

The ability to come here proves that they will not.

With the experience of ‘Black Disaster’, War God Temple can easily distinguish who will be infected with the plague. Those with strength formidable do not need to consider these, for example: Sword Priest Rank.

In the last "Black Disaster", none of the Sword Priest was infected with the plague, even if they stayed in the epidemic area for a long time.

So, several of the Priests here are Sword Priest Rank.

Sword Priest is already regarded as an absolute middle-level and high-level in War God Temple, and above them there are only bishops, privy bishops, and archbishops who have been vacant.

There are usually not so many Sword Priest gathered at all.

In fact, the general Sword Priest has its own parishes and it is difficult to gather together.

The opportunity is rare. These Sword Priest stationed in the area around Atandin Castle naturally communicate with each other.

From trivial chores to some hidden secrets, they are in this category.

At the beginning, it was warm, but as time went on, all Sword Priests were silent.

All their attention was focused on that youngster.

"I hope he will be fine."

What I wanted to say before, the younger Sword Priest really prayed for the youngster at this time.

He has never seen such an upright youngster.

Even compared with the characters fabricated in the biographical novels, it is no less.

No, better!

Because, this youngster is real.

"My Lord will bless his followers."

"If possible, I hope he can come to my parish."

Another older Sword Priest said in a sincere prayer.

"Yeah."

"With such a youngster, we will save a lot of trouble."

"However, the Privy Councilor will not let people go."

"As long as he is baptized, he is a bishop... No, he is a good candidate for the Privy Council."

Another Sword Priest spoke.

This Sword Priest clearly looks farther.

All Sword Priest nodded and agreed with this colleague's words.

How can such an excellent youngster, the master bishop, give up?

I'm afraid I have asked Your Highness to refuge the other party at this time, right?

Sword Priest guessed.

Then, they looked behind simultaneously.

Tread, tread.

In a burst of footsteps, a team of people appeared in front of them.

"Master Bishop."

Sword Priest salutes one after another.

Cabiao, the bishop responsible for Dark Hall.

Although the reputation is not obvious to the outside world, it is prestige inside.

The identity of the deputy director of the other party’s ‘Holy Judgment Office’ is known to almost every middle and senior level.

What is ‘Holy Judgment Office’ doing?

The people present are all well aware.

"Uh."

Cabiao nodded coldly and glanced at the Sword Priest in front of him with that sharp, uncomfortable look. When some of these Sword Priest showed an uneasy look, he took his gaze back with satisfaction.

Your Highness, majesty!

And he is the most important line of defense to protect the majesty of Your Highness!

Cabiao is convinced of this.

Therefore, he is "princely selfless"!

It's even cold.

Anyone who makes mistakes will be punished due to him.

No one is exceptional.

He waved his hand and followed behind Cabiao. On the face, it was ‘Dark Hall’ Deacon. In fact, all members of the backbone of ‘Holy Judgment Office’ walked to the warehouse with firewood.

Sword Priest looked at the firewood in the hands of Deacon, and their eyelids jumped straight.

As long as they are not stupid, they all know what Cabiao wants to do.

Yes...

No one dared to stop.

That's Cabiao!

Cabiao of ruthless bloody and cruel!

These Sword Priest watched the firewood piled on the door of the warehouse and on the wooden wall.

A pot of kerosene poured on the firewood.

A torch was delivered from Deacon to Cabiao.

Looking at the torch that is about to be dropped, that person's younger Sword Priest couldn't help but speak.

"Bishop..."

Hoo!

The words haven't been finished yet. Cabiao has thrown out the torches. As soon as the torches touch the firewood filled with kerosene, a burst of fire burst into the sky.

Standing next to fiery flame, Cabiao turned his head slightly.

"What's wrong?"

He asked.

The eyes reflected by the firelight are getting darker, deeper, and no temperature.

The younger Sword Priest stared blankly at the warehouse surrounded by the fire, his mouth wide open, and he said nothing.

......

Gino had a nightmare.

He dreamed that those who were burned to death came to him.

One by one is burning fiery flame.

The hot flame burned his nose and mouth, making him breathless and both eyes stinging.

"I didn’t mean it!"

"Sorry!"

"Sorry!"

In his sleep, Gino, who could not clearly distinguish between reality and dreams, apologized again and again, and then thick smoke entered his mouth, stimulating his lungs.

Cough, cough.

The intense cough made Gino wake up instantly.

Then he saw...

Firelight!

Fire from the outside!

"Wake up!"

"Everyone wakes up!"

"Fire!"

Gino shouted loudly for a moment.

The priest, knight, Deacon, Priest of the infectious plague woke up one by one.

They looked at the scorching flame, and those who struggled would get up and prepare to escape from the flames.

"Useless."

"Can't escape."

At this moment, a sound rang.

The people looked back subconsciously.

A middle-aged man wearing a robe of Priest, sitting there in despair and despair.

"This is a fire, not a fire."

"As for why?"

"Did everyone still understand?"

Under the eyes of everyone, the middle-aged Priest said smirkingly.

Boom!

Some of the people who just struggled to stand up, just like the five thunders, some of them just couldn’t stand upright and fell to the ground.

The only thing left to stand is the Six Gods without Lord.

Of course, there are a few that I don’t believe at all.

"Impossible!"

"Master Privy Architect will not do this!"

These people shouted and rushed towards the gate.

Swoosh, swish!

An arrow of rain entered the window near the gate.

At once, these people who had not rushed to the gate fell to the ground with their arrows, and there was no more noise.

Silence.

The people in the warehouse stared blankly at the corpses that had fallen to the ground, and only the sound of flames burning the wood was left in their ears.

"Why do we do this to us?"

A young Deacon cried.

Many people wept.

This is what everyone thinks.

Why treat them like this?

Aren’t they believers in War God?

"Your Highness, please, help us!"

The young Deacon continued to cry.

In the night, the sound came from far away.

Unfortunately, there was no response.

"Useless."

"We infectious plague are destined to be abandoned."

"We live only threaten other people. Only when we die and burn to death can we let some influential figure breathe."

that person Priest spoke again.

The dejected voice, the look of despair, affects everyone around.

Many people are paralyzed.

Death is terrible.

No one can ignore death.

Gino looked at the people around him, and his guilt grew stronger.

"Sorry."

"It's all my fault."

"It's me..."

A sudden apology sounded in the burning warehouse.

This apology is so outdated at this time.

People caught in despair looked at the young knight.

The guilt on the other's face made them heart tremble.

Is it guilty for not being able to help us?

Everyone’s heart raised such an idea.

Deep emotion moved everyone's heart.

Small and warm.

After being abandoned by that person Archbishop, this warmth is especially precious and rare.

Even the Priest that that person first fell into despair was warmed.

He stood up, walked over to the young knight, and put his hand on the shoulder of the young knight who was half kneeling on the ground.

"You are not wrong."

"The fault is ours."

"It's because we can't see what kind of guy we believe in, we deceive ourselves and think that guy will treat us and deserve to be abandoned!"

The middle-aged Priest said aloud, tears flowing from his eyes and slipped across his cheeks.

His voice was full of unwillingness and resentment.

This unwillingness and resentment quickly infected people in the same situation around him.

Yeah.

What do we expect now?

If we can really be saved, will we still be here?

Will you still see such a fire?

The cry is gone.

Everyone is crying silently.

The words of the middle-aged Priest continue.

"We will not go to that guy's arms after we die."

"Even..."

"Not even our soul will exist."

"After all, what is happening now cannot be known to those who were once pure believers."

"But I'm not reconciled!"

"I'm not willing to be burned to death like this, and the death is so unknown, even that the soul is gone, and it is also said to be back in the arms of the guy."

The words of middle-aged Priest attract everyone in the warehouse.

Next, he looked down at the young knight.

"Gino please one thing for you."

"Tell everyone what will happen here."

The middle-aged man looked at the young knight, who nodded unconsciously.

Then the middle-aged Priest turned his eyes to everyone present.

"Are you willing to fight once for this youngster that really helped us?"

"No return."

"No appreciation."

"Only death."

“It’s just like he didn’t ask for rewards, no appreciation, and faced with the help of death!”

The middle-aged man asked.

"Yes!"

After the words fell, the young Deacon immediately spoke up, and as if it were the domino effect, the people present spoke one after another.

"Yes!"

"We will!"

People stood up struggling one by one.

"Very good."

"You did not disappoint me like a coward."

The middle-aged Priest nodded, then shouted with a louder voice.

"He shouldn’t die here like us."

"Now!"

"Let us make a way for him!"

The words fell, and the middle-aged Priest turned and rushed towards the warehouse door.

Such action, Cabiao naturally saw it.

The bishop sneered.

"Mayfly dying!"

"Let the arrow!"

The arrow hit like rain at the order.

But when they were different from the previous ones, these arrows were stopped by the middle-aged Priest. The other party’s figure was quick, sensitive palms, and brought together afterimage, as if picking flowers. All embraced in his arms.

Not only that, in the next moment, these arrows were thrown by the middle-aged Priest, and they flew back with a sharper sound!

Shoot!

Puff puff puff!

The Deacons who bowed and shot arrows hit the ground one after another.

Cabiao evaded the arrows, and his eyes were full of surprises.

He is familiar with Priest, but he can’t remember the name of the other party.

But one thing is certain.

With the strength of the other party, it is impossible to be just a Priest.

At least it’s a Sword Priest.

And Sword Priest is unlikely to be infected with plague.

In my mind, a lot of thoughts rose in an instant, but without waiting for Cabiao to think carefully, the fire door was kicked by this middle-aged Priest.

The cracked gate rushed over with flames.

The knights of Holy Judgment Office, Deacon, and Priest all dodge.

Middle-aged Priest rushed towards Cabiao and shouted.

"Everyone run!"

People in the warehouse infected with the plague immediately rushed out.

They may be weak and even unstable.

However, the blockers are dodge.

No one wants to be infected.

And the previous Sword Priest people seemed to be shocked by the sudden scene, completely overwhelmed, even if these people passed by, it was a move Motionless, like a clay sculpture.

"Damn you!"

Cabiao saw this scene, and he immediately gritted his teeth.

He vowed to make these guys look good.

After he killed the guy in front of him.

The first floor layer of sharp Holy Light enveloped his fist. When the fist waved out, this layer of Holy Light came out of the fist and pierced the middle-aged Priest body straight.

Then

Boom!

The body of middle-aged Priest was directly blown to pieces.

Although the other party looks suspicious, the Cabiao will not be holding hands at this time.

No one here can let go!

With this thought, he turned around.

A series of Holy Light shot from him.

Escapers are torn apart.

The deputy director of ‘Holy Judgment Office’ did not notice that the corpses that had been broken into pieces were disappearing silently, and his attention would not be attracted by a dead person.

He needs to control the situation in front of him.

Soon, in the face of the strength of the deputy director ‘Holy Judgment Office’ formidable, the situation will soon be under control again.

But at this time

Cough, cough cough!

An extremely severe cough sounded from Cabiao's mouth~IndoMTL.com~ Then a sense of weakness rising from the depths of the body diffused.

Cabiao was taken aback.

Then, his face changed suddenly.

How is it possible!

He yelled at heart.

The body is crumbling.

The violent attack stopped, and everyone looked at the Cabiao in a wrong state. The expressions on each face became strange, and then the knights of Holy Judgment Office, Deacon, Priest all coughed and became weak.

The plague spreads.

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