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Chapter 724 Rise, Sain!

Confess and receive leniency, or resist and face severe punishment? That is the question.

But Todd felt that this issue was more like "confess and you'll be punished severely, resist and you'll be punished even more severely" for him.

In short, when he saw the Magic Pegasus being picked up by Dorian and heard the commotion outside, he was filled with joy.

He then knew that he was Facebook today.

Dorian tilted his head and stared at him, saying, "Do you want me to go out and kill them?"

"I hope you can kill it. Where did you pick this up from? You didn't rob someone, did you?"

"No, I saw a wrecked carriage on the cliff over there, and a pile of dead bodies next to it. I found it in the pile of dead bodies."

Todd took a deep breath. In that case, it didn't seem to be a particularly serious situation. As long as it wasn't stolen, they could insist that they found it and maybe they could get lenient treatment.

"Anyway, you wait here. I'll go out and check the situation. Don't just sit here and wait. If I get beaten up, remember to come and help!"

Todd's heart pounded as he opened the door, muttering to himself, "Hopefully my surname will still do some good, but those country bumpkins who came this morning didn't notice at all." He was about to walk out with a sense of righteous indignation.

Dorian shook his head, expressing his incomprehension of his behavior, and muttered to himself, "They could have just fought their way out."

But the mere mention of the word "kill" sent a shiver down his spine, as if any action he took that involved the word would lead to something terrible.

"The biggest difference between you and me is that I can still talk to others, and most others also have the civility to talk to me."

Leaving behind such a cool statement, he proudly slammed the door shut.

A second later, he quietly opened the door a crack to prevent Dorian from not being able to see his situation.

"Wishful thinking."

I never expected that Dorian, in his current mental state, could still make such an apt remark.

One grew up in a civilized society, while the other lived on a demon continent that was no different from the wilderness. It's no surprise that their ways of doing things are different.

The differences in their styles of doing things can sometimes complement each other, which is enough to handle most unexpected situations.

But are they capable of handling this unexpected situation?

As soon as Todd stepped out of the door, he saw a chaotic group of people, but it was too dark to see them clearly.

However, there was one thing he noticed clearly: the flag of the Church of the Starfire was still hanging on the saddle opposite him.

Wow, the group that left this morning is back already. They haven't even thrown away that tattered flag yet.
"What brings you here, sirs? I forgot to mention this morning, but my family has always been loyal servants of the Holy Light. This morning, seeing you flying that rebel flag, and having been forced to say those things to save your own life, I naturally feel a deep pain for the rebels—"

"Whoosh!"

"Ahhh!"

Before he could finish speaking, another arrow struck his thigh, causing him to collapse to the ground in pain, twitching and sweating profusely.

The arrow still carried a burning force, hurting even more than the arrow from this morning!
"Why are you shooting at the same spot again?!" Todd couldn't help but scream.

At that moment, the voices of the group of people whose faces were obscured could be heard talking.

"Hevy, someone suddenly appeared over there. We don't know what he's doing, but he's shouting that he supports those bastards from the Church of Holy Light. Should we kill him?"

"Don't be so cruel."

"Then let's bury him. How about we turn him into a mud pillar and bury him in a pit?"

"Okay."

"Isn't this even more brutal!"

Todd yelled out loud. The topic had jumped so far that he couldn't keep groaning in pain. If he didn't make a sound, he would be turned into a human pillar!

At this moment, the dark clouds that had been covering the moon finally dispersed under the wind, and the moonlight shone on Hypa Town, revealing the group of people.

Todd's breath hitched as he saw that the group were all wearing long robes with red bases and yellow floral patterns depicting human faces and suns.

These people are from the Spark Church!
The flag he just saw wasn't a trophy; it was truly a symbol of their spirit!

Only then did he realize how deadly his words had been, even more so than what he had said that morning!

Although he is not doing well now, he was a city dweller when he was young and lived a life that followed the rules. He naturally regarded the Spark Church, an organization that was directly declared a rebel by the three major religions, as a monstrous threat and had heard a lot about their brutal deeds.

However, the Church of Starfire in the Warrior Kingdom was quite civilized; they even gave him two pieces of bread when he was wandering the streets.
Therefore, the people of the Warrior Kingdom must be good! Scammeron's Starfire Church is bad!

"Wait a minute, let me do it."

The man named Herve said this, and the people of the Church of Starfire stopped and handed over the authority to deal with Todd to him.

Hervé dismounted and only then did he realize that Hervé was actually quite tall. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be comparable to Dahl and the others who had been enhanced by wolf blood. He was at least a two-meter tall fighter.

Being too tall can cause a negative visual effect, but Hervé doesn't have this problem at all. He has a well-proportioned figure and his limbs look very coordinated. He doesn't have the problem of being top-heavy. What's more, his fashion sense is excellent.

Unlike Leon, who had gradually become accustomed to the strongman's attire of vests and trousers, Hervé wore a helmet with a face covering that resembled a four-horned dragon, and his entire body was covered in black plate armor with blood-red lines adorning the edges. The plate armor was decorated with sharp, angular edges in appropriate places.

Bathed in moonlight, the entire suit of armor shimmered with a mysterious light, looking incredibly imposing, as if it had stepped out of a superhero movie; it must have cost a fortune.

Over this armor, he wore a deep red cloak embroidered with gold patterns, covering the weapons on his arms and waist. The only thing visible was the sun-face painted on his chest, and even the skirt that symbolized a strongman.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was some kind of final form of Kamen Rider.

This armor doesn't look suitable for rolling around on the ground.

As is widely known, when an enemy appears wearing armor unsuitable for rolling around, he is either a show-off or someone who is absolutely confident in his own strength!

The mysterious armored man, Herve, slowly approached Todd and said in a soothing tone:
"Don't struggle, just stay like this and have a good sleep. By the way, is this your hometown? What are some local specialties? Can you tell me before you fall asleep? We've been short of supplies lately."

His talkativeness completely destroyed the intimidating effect of the armor in a single second.

“Wait, wait, I actually wholeheartedly support the First Flame! I still have the badge the Sun Warrior gave me! What I said just now was a compromise—” “Alright, alright, I know, I know.” Herve’s expression beneath his helmet was one of utter disbelief. He knelt down in front of Todd, removed his gauntlets, and pressed his dusty, calloused hands against Todd’s forehead, speaking in a gentle voice:
"Don't worry, it won't hurt. When you wake up, you'll find yourself in a wonderful paradise."

"No! No!"

Todd was frantic, looking at his dilapidated little house with pleading eyes. Why hadn't Dorian come out to help him yet? Hurry up and help him!
I'm really going to die!
"Sigh, really, we were heading towards the main camp, so why did we end up here? If we run into the enemy again, we won't be able to handle it." The members of the Starfire Church, still on horseback, muttered to themselves.

"Hevy, don't touch him yet. Remember to ask for the way back. Our compass was destroyed by those two heroes."

A warm sensation spread from Todd's forehead, and a feeling of drowsiness crept into his mind, his eyelids drooping as he watched.

"it is good."

As Hervé responded, the drowsy feeling suddenly vanished from Todd's mind, and he instantly became wide awake.

"Well, this suspicious gentleman, do you know of any place around here suitable for the night? Preferably a narrow place that makes one feel safe, like a place where one can lean against a wall while sleeping."

When Hervé asked him, Todd immediately trembled and said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes," but his hand reached into his pocket with trembling hands.

The next moment, his hand was grabbed, and the immense force he felt on his wrist made him cry out.

Just then, the thing he was reaching for fell out.

This thing glittered in the moonlight; it was actually a Sun Warrior badge, a certificate awarded to Sun Warriors for helping others and achieving victory.

"this thing"

Hervé suddenly released Todd, his tone becoming less casual as he asked, "You're not a local? You came from headquarters? Is the old bishop here now?"

Faced with his barrage of questions, Todd was dizzy and had no idea how to answer.

The Church of Starfire would give Sun Warrior badges to those destined to receive them as a form of publicity. However, the badges they gave were not from the Sien Dungeon, but were counterfeit. Therefore, they would also add markings that were not present in the original. Hervi stopped when he saw the counterfeit markings.

"This, this is me."

Todd was about to lie as he was used to, but then he paused and decided to tell the truth, hoping that the other party would let him off the hook because of the badge.

"What is this?" Hervé asked, squinting behind the mask.

"Yes, it was a gift from someone else."

"boom--"

A loud bang suddenly exploded in the sky.

The sky suddenly brightened at that moment.

No, it's not that the sky has brightened.

Instead, a halo of holy light, like the sun, floated directly above the town, and a large halo, like a spotlight, enveloped everyone present, making it look as if a prison had found a criminal!
"People from the Church of Starfire? So it was you who stole the Magical Pegasus! You damned thieves!"

A furious shout came from outside the town.

The voice that Todd heard sounded familiar—it was Anlessie, who had just come over that morning!

In that instant, he suddenly felt as if he had been saved.

But then I thought about it again and realized something was wrong.

Anlessie said she would take action if she saw her again! And if the other party found out it was Dorian who brought the magical Pegasus, things would be even worse!

The voices of the Holy Light Church squad could be heard outside the town, and the Starfire Church squad immediately assumed a battle stance.

"The Church of Holy Light? When did they arrive? Why did they follow us here?" The members of the Church of Spark were all surprised. "Could they have gotten lost too?"

"I never imagined you would stoop to theft. It's my fault for not completely eliminating you today. Now accept your punishment!" Anlessie shouted.

"I feel like there might be some misunderstanding here."

He muttered this to himself, but Hervé, the leader of the Church of Sparks, didn't explain anything. Instead, he released Todd and raised his arm to give a shout, and all his men were ready for battle.

He tossed his cloak, and the red cloak instantly transformed into a blazing flame, making every pose look incredibly stylish.

I saw Anlessie this morning leading knights to besiege the town. Their armor was covered in holy light, and their heads were covered with a helmet-like light membrane, making them look like angels.

A major battle is about to break out, and the resulting turmoil may directly destroy the already crumbling town of Hypa!

The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled in Hypa Town heard the commotion outside early in the morning, but even if they went out now, they couldn't make the two churches stop fighting for them. They could only hide helplessly in their houses, trembling with fear.

Todd also sensed that he was in trouble. He glanced at Dorian, then at the house where the two children lived, and was at a loss for what to do.

In this situation, only divine intervention could stop it, right?
His hands trembled slightly, and he clasped them together shakily. Even if it was just to save his own life, he had to pray.

He didn't care which god it was, as long as he could survive tonight, he didn't ask for anything more!
He didn't want his life to end so simply here!
Todd muttered to himself, his prayers and movements remarkably methodical. This kind of prayer posture could only be cultivated through long-term, systematic training. He hadn't prayed for a long time, but his murmurs now were surprisingly natural.

"Merciful God, please save the dying lamb!"

The last prayer escaped his lips, and Todd kept his eyes closed, not daring to open them, as he heard the tense sounds of swords being drawn.

The sound grew louder and louder; a destructive battle was about to erupt here, and no one could stop it!

The ever-growing sound even confused Todd's senses. Lying on the ground, he felt the entire earth trembling, as if an earthquake had struck.

Wait, an earthquake?
"An earthquake!?" the church members exclaimed in alarm.

Todd looked up abruptly, and the earthquake reached its peak at that moment, with the ground in front of him cracking open!
He witnessed it with his own eyes, saw a miracle happen right before his eyes!
An ancient underground city portal rose from the rift.

The door frame enveloped the full moon in the sky.

It was as if a one-eyed giant was looking down on the believers.

Todd's mouth dropped open because of the appearance of the portal.
He had seen it before!
(End of this chapter)