The Devil’s Cage Chapter 114: Change!

After leaving the cathedral, Superior Evil Spirit was really relieved.

It wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and the corner of his mouth curled up.

Everything is easier than it thinks.

It originally had five backup plans, but none of them were used.

The senior level of ‘War God Temple’ is more cooperative than expected, and it is just in front of it.

Yes!

It’s no, it’s that that personboss’s goal has always been the high-level of ‘War God Temple’, and these high-level believers are much more valuable than the low-level, middle- and low-level believers.

Although they are all believers of War God.

Although War God Temple also promoted equality in life.

Although War God Temple always advertises that they will eventually die, they will return to the arms of War God.

But,

After all, it is different.

Regardless of the resources received or the attention received.

In particular, the latter is enough to make Superior Evil Spirit cautious.

Then it found that not only did it think more, but it was also lucky.

"The real concern of that person is still "Disaster"!"

"But, Cabiao?"

"Enough!"

Superior Evil Spirit sighed, and then a narrow smile appeared in his eyes.

When you are a bystander.

When you are high above.

You're inspiring.

You are ruthless.

You decide the destiny of all people.

Now...

It's time for you to enter.

Don’t be too ugly!

Superior Evil Spirit with his own evil intent disappeared.

......

Cough, cough cough!

Severe coughing makes Cabiao's waist unable to straighten.

He wants to maintain his dignity.

However, with a cough, he bent over and wanted only one shrimp.

Especially under the fire.

This shrimp seems to be cooked soon.

The eyes of Cabiao glanced over the Priests that were far away. He always felt that evil intent appeared on the faces of these people.

Leave!

You must leave!

Can't stay here again!

This idea appeared in heart of Cabiao, and then quickly expanded.

He can’t stay.

As for seeing Mortol?

Useless!

He is all infected.

Dare Mortol see him?

Only Your Highness is left!

He wants to pray to Your Highness in a quiet place!

Thinking of this, Cabiao no longer hesitated.

He can feel the weakness in his body, and if he doesn’t act, he doesn’t have to leave.

The consequences left behind?

Do you still have to think about it?

Cabiao glanced at the burning warehouse.

He can burn others.

But he doesn’t want others to burn him!

Oh!

figure is about to turn into a afterimage, and Cabiao just disappeared.

But it was not until the Cabiao disappeared that those who watched the Priest recovered.

They looked at the ‘Holy Judgment Office’ members who were weak and fell to the ground, and heart involuntarily raised a strange feeling.

"Is the sanction of fate?"

that person's younger Priest spoke.

This kind of voice looks very abrupt under fiery flame.

However, after looking at each other, these Priests were silent.

Both thinking and...

Default.

They are still thinking about the scene just now.

They didn't stop the poor guys.

Cabiao blocked.

Then Cabiao, who is more powerful than their formidable, was infected with the plague, but they were unscathed.

This looks a bit weird.

But there is a trace of inexplicable resonance.

"Maybe there really is a fate?"

"May not be seen anymore."

There is no such thing as ‘God of Destiny’ in this world.

But the oldest Priest in the crowd said so. There was no opening to refute the surrounding Priest. When the elder Priest finished talking and looked up at them, these Priest nodded instead.

Next, the Priest continued.

"We need to report to Lord Mortol and report everything here truthfully."

Suddenly, all Priest nodded again.

Yeah, true.

Important and meticulous.

Unimportant, it is naturally hidden.

For example: their mercy.

Or, it’s not pity, it’s just a hint of mourning.

Bringing the heart of good luck.

It cannot be made public, so it must be hidden.

After all, there can be hidden.

It was buried in heart silently.

Then?

Rooting and sprouting.

With time, it will inevitably take root.

This process may be long, but it will definitely come.

What if someone helps?

Naturally, this progress will be accelerated.

......

After a few minutes, Mortol got the news.

After froze for about a few seconds, he hit the table with a punch.

Boom!

"Damn it!"

In the dull knock, the Privy Council cursed.

Not a verbal vent.

The Privy Councillor really expected Cabiao to die quickly.

He has never been so disappointed with a person.

Cabiao is definitely the first!

The very simple mission messed up not to mention, it also made the whole thing countless times complicated!

Mortol is fully aware of what he will face next.

When those infected with the plague speak out what happened here, the believers of Your Highness will definitely become panic!

Possibly, faith will be shaken!

No!

He is not allowed to do this!

Thinking of this, he directly ordered.

"Announced to the outside world that Bishop Cabiao is the spy of ‘Evil God’."

"It was he who released the plague at the cathedral."

"It is also his own claim to burn the believers of our plague."

"Everything is his fault!"

He paused, the Privy Cardist added.

"Mobilize all forces to hunt down Cabiao."

"No arrest is required."

"Kill no amnesty!"

"Yes!"

After an old Sword Priest solemnly answered, he turned and left the room.

Bang.

The door behind closed heavily.

With the sound of closing the door, the old Priest could not help but sigh.

Oh!

He looked up at the bright moon, and could not wait to stay away from the room behind him, as if there were some of the dirtiest and most disgusting things in the world.

Under normal circumstances, a door cannot block Intuition of Mortol.

He can hear everything clearly outside the door.

However, he is communicating with ‘War God’ in his whole body, but he never finds a sigh outside the door.

And this is destined to change certain things.

Lost a horseshoe nail, lost a horseshoe; lost a horseshoe, folded a war horse; folded a war horse, damaged a king; lost a king, lost a war; Lost a war and lost an empire.

In the beginning, the origin of everything was just the little knight who wanted to live.

And now?

The little knight with the people around him is running towards Atandin Castle.

Has been less than half.

Although the plague came in time, half of them fell at the door of the warehouse.

The rest?

They help each other.

After the young knight picked up a weak man on the ground and hung another person around his neck with a belt, everyone helped each other as much as possible.

Awkward.

But in his eyes there is a completely different flame from the past.

Clear and bright.

"Let everyone stick to it."

"It's coming soon."

"‘Mist’Your Highness will certainly be able to help us!"

The young knight said so.

He is not aimless.

It was his voice from heart that told him.

‘Mist’ Church will be his last place of salvation.

Until now, the young knight still does not know where the sound of heart is coming from.

He is not sure whether the other party has evil intent.

He even guessed that the voice came from a messenger from ‘’.

As for ‘’self?

Not possible!

He doesn’t think that a small person like him deserves the attention of a ‘spirit’.

An opponent's messenger is the limit.

Of course, he knows that such attention is not a good thing.

The other party must have a purpose.

But...

This voice has never deceived him!

More importantly, Bishop that person of Mist Church.

The young knight couldn’t help but feel more power when he thought of the that person smiling gentle bishop.

If it is that person Your Excellency, it will definitely save us!

Inexplicably, the young Cavaliers ‘Simon Bishop’ has strong confidence.

When did such confidence appear?

The young knight does not know.

Perhaps when he waved his sword at the opponent in front of the city gate, and the opponent still smiled while facing his blade, he already appeared.

"Maybe this voice is the messenger from ‘"!

"But Bishop Simon must have a way!"

heart's affirmative thought made the young knight a bit faster.

Suddenly, the people around were infected with the confidence of the young knight, and the speed was faster.

It's not that nobody noticed this group of people along the way.

However, the clothing of War God Temple is enough for them to reach Xiacheng District safely.

With the advent of ‘Disaster’ and ‘Mist’, the glory of War God became dim, but not without it.

No one would irrationally provoke War God Temple.

Of course, except for War God Temple's own person!

In fact, Gino has always been worried about encountering pursuer.

But until they saw the camp of ‘Mist’, no pursuer appeared.

"Thank me..."

An Deacon subconsciously prayed.

The words are only exported, and this Deacon has a bitter smile.

Is he still sheltered by that person Your Highness?

When that flame ignites, everything has to change.

What else can he say?

Self-deception?

Forget it.

There is a more grateful person in front of me.

"Thank you Gino."

The Deacon said.

"Thank you Gino."

"Thank you Gino."

......

After a lot of thanks, many thanks for the exit, the young knight lowered his head slightly.

He dared not look directly at those sincere both eyes.

He can only help these people as much as possible.

Relieve guilt.

This will make him feel better.

So, after he just nodded, he walked silently to the camp of ‘Mist’.

"Stop!"

The guards stopped the young knight.

But there is no further stop.

Because, Superior Evil Spirit has come out, not just Superior Evil Spirit , old Demon Hunter and Sivarka etc.

Looking at the young knights and his party, Sivarka has a strong vigilance in his eyes.

Not against the young knights themselves, but the plague on them.

The Sivarka who has experienced ‘Black Disaster’ has an unimaginable fear of the plague itself.

Or, people who haven’t seen the entire town die in one night cannot understand the fear of Sivarka at all.

Therefore, when Superior Evil Spirit walked towards the young knight, Sivarka immediately stopped.

"Master Bishop, the plague."

The sound is not loud, but it is clear.

The guards immediately panicked.

They retreated subconsciously.

Even in the face of the fiercest enemy, these guards will not take a step back, but in the face of...the plague?

No matter how brave a person is, he can't defeat an invisible enemy.

This action makes the young knight and his team heart tremble.

All their expectant faces are stiff.

Are you going to fail in the last place?

Hope is about to die.

Despair rose again.

That taste is so uncomfortable.

Without realizing hope, I don’t know how terrible despair is.

Even the young knight squeezed his mouth tight at this time.

He is worried that there will be a scene that is unacceptable to him.

He is worried that he will fall into abyss.

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Fortunately, none of this happened.

With a gentle smile, Superior Evil Spirit walked towards them without any pause.

"I know."

"But I am willing to bear it for them."

"Everything."

"Including death."

With such words, Superior Evil Spirit stood in front of the young knight, and he raised his hand to touch the young knight's head.

"Are you tired?"

"It's okay."

"You can have a good rest for the time being, I have everything."

White radiance emerged from Superior Evil Spirit .

In this night, such brilliance is dazzling.

Everyone squinted subconsciously.

When the vision is restored, the white radiance has disappeared.

But a shocking scene appeared.

People who were crumbling before were all standing still.

The unconscious people wake up again.

The plague...

Healed!

Healed? !

Everyone looked at this scene inconceivably.

"Big, everyone!"

The young knight asked stutteringly.

"I am no longer weak."

"Me too."

"And me!"

In the sound of one after another, these people who escaped from the War God Temple warehouse are full of surprises.

"Great!"

"Great!"

The young knight whispered.

Tears that couldn’t be suppressed anymore came out.

Self-blame, guilt, and remorse.

Before, I almost overwhelmed this youngster.

And now?

He finally feels better.

Finally...

After experiencing despair, you will know how precious hope is~~IndoMTL.com~ The crying young knight covering her face sounded the sound of armor and cloth rubbing in his ears. When he removed his hand covering his face, He saw people kneeling on one knee in front of him.

Everyone is determined and solemn.

"We can't express anything with words."

"But we will follow you with actions."

"We swear."

Everyone said in unison.

"Not me, but Bishop Simon... What's wrong with Bishop Simon?"

The young knight waved his hands again and again, and he looked at the bishop Simon, and it was not until this time that the young knight found the bishop pale and crumbling.

"I, I'm fine."

Very hardly speaking words of comfort, Superior Evil Spirit fell directly to the ground when the words fell.