Templar Knight/C1 Escape?
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C1 Escape?

The group of five were all wearing white robes and black gloves. They silently and repressed their emotions as they ran.

Surrounding him was the dark and gloomy forest of the Northern Countries. Above his head were thick and heavy dark clouds.

On top of each pair of black gloves, in the shadows, there were not only circular indistinct symbols floating around, but also silver Light Flow s that passed by from time to time.

In the darkness, this abnormal and mysterious scene faintly revealed the unordinary nature of the owner of the gloves.

From the speed at which they were running at, easily surpassing all kinds of obstacles and creating series of afterimages, it was clear that their close combat prowess was not to be underestimated.

The five high-ranked Professionals were considered to be quite powerful on this continent, but for some reason, they were running through the forest.

The silence continued until they finally broke through the forest.

As soon as they stepped out of the forest, the youngest among them opened his mouth even though he hesitated, looking at the still dark sky.

"Chief, we …"

"Vincent, we've been abandoned. There's no need and it's impossible to turn back. " The middle-aged man who stood at the front of the five of them said without turning back as he solemnly looked at the dark road ahead.

Another silence.

Suddenly, a bolt of purple lightning tore through the sky, instantly illuminating the path that led into complete darkness.

"But, Captain!" Two young voices sounded out at almost the same time.

"Stop calling me captain …" From the moment the order was issued, the last and only enforcement team of the Darkness Palace was permanently removed. " The leader closed his eyes and said in a suppressed tone.

"But, Captain, we are still here! Still here! Why didn't you give the order? " The sturdy man, who had always been at the back, pressed his chest as he spoke anxiously. Although his voice was trembling, the corners of his eyes still seemed a little moist.

"Hank, are you trying to rebel?" A cold light flashed between the eyes of the guide.

The big man kept silent. Although he did not say anything, he did not deny.

The leader's face immediately darkened …

He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the tired and uneasy members of the team behind him.

After a long time he opened his mouth and slowly said: "The upper echelons of the Holy Church abandoned us. In the past they were afraid of us and even the civilians think that we are a group of assassins." His voice trailed off as he spoke.

"But what are we?" At this point, he suddenly raised his head and roared loudly.

Instantly, the expressions of the four people behind him turned solemn, and they all opened their mouths at the same time …

"We are believers, the most beloved children in the arms of the Lord,

We are the Bright Hand, the most humble tools under the supreme lord.

We are the darkness of light, the deepest sigh in the heart of the forgiving,

We are the dark shadows of the tour, peeping under the surface of every believer,

We are the butcher's knife hanging high above our heads, roaming behind every traitor to the Lord,

When the Lord sighs, we will give the sinners the only redemption in the humblest manner,

When the butcher knife falls from our hands, we will be closer to the light.

This is how we swear! "

Five different voices sounded at the same time. Their voices were high and focused, and their expressions were sacred and proud, like children attending church for the first time in their lives. They were trying their best to prove their sincerity.

Hearing this, the leader's voice finally revealed a hint of satisfaction. "None of you have forgotten who you are."

"Hank and everyone else, I know why we were eliminated, because..." The leader pointed behind them, but his cold gaze passed through the forest, the fields, the walls, and a huge domed building, where a group of saintly, but saintly, elderly men sat.

"They are afraid. They may not be apostles, they may still be radiating the glory of the Lord. But... They don't want to have an assassin in the court looking after them. " The leader murmured the word 'killer' once more before taking a deep breath and continuing.

"For the past two hundred years, we, the Dark Light, have been constantly suppressed. First, we changed from a large squadron to a squadron, and then, to our generation, we even changed from a squadron to a squadron. As for now? They plan to end this once and for all! " The leader narrowed his eyes as a chilling glint flashed across his pupils …

"When they woke up in the night, they were afraid to open their eyes and only saw a cold blade.

"When they repented at night in front of their beds, did they have a sharp dagger behind their backs? Did they end their prayers and end their lives?"

The leader paused and humphed lightly before continuing. "The corruption within the Church is no longer possible to conceal. Without the checks and balances, the corruption will only become more obvious faster!"

Hearing this, everyone lowered their heads. They knew that the checks and balances had gradually lost their effect several decades ago.

"I wonder when the once holy Holy Church has become overgrown with weeds?" Unfortunately, an executive officer was also a weed … Hahaha, a bunch of weeds are actually afraid of a sickle that's buried in the ground? "

The fire of anger in the leader's cold eyes gradually disappeared, but there was a hint of ridicule in it. It was unknown whether he was mocking this unreasonable system or his own fate.

"Fortunately, they didn't go too far …" As the leader was speaking, he was interrupted by a rough voice.

"Not too extreme?" Hahahaha! take away the identity of Bright Hand, no longer recognize the identity of a high-ranked or middle-ranked Divine Clerist, and not recognize any of the missions carried out by the Church for the past twenty years? The execution date is seven days … Seven days? "Ha!" Hank clapped his hands and laughed. His laughter was so loud that tears were flowing out of his eyes. However, his voice was suppressed. He didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

But as he looked at the man's dejected and bitter smile, he did not know why, but the anger in the leader's eyes had disappeared and was replaced with helplessness.

He shook his head, then laughed.

The leader raised his head and laughed three times into the sky.

"Ha, ha, ha!"

These three sudden laughter caused the other four to feel extremely bewildered.

It was because the laughter was not only hearty, it was magnanimous. There was not even a trace of depression in it.

They didn't understand. In this situation, why was his head laughing so happily?

So they shut up and waited.

After laughing, the leader seemed to relax a little, "They only reduced us to beginner priests, without the support of the Church. At most, I'll just add a group of assassins hired by a respected psychopath to follow behind me day and night, right? " Even though the situation in front of him was obviously disadvantageous, his tone was still as casual as if he was talking about other people's matters. "The reason they can't do it is because … After all, they have retained our priesthood. That is to say, we are still priests or divine assistants. This way, they could at least reduce the number of blades raised by their own men, at least on the surface. Of course, help cannot be counted on. " The leader chuckled. It seemed like he didn't want to worry about it anymore.

When they heard that, they were finally relieved. Rather, the appearance of this scoundrel was the true leader they had been following all along.

"The point is, while there's no help, there's no waste pointing fingers. They gave us seven days, with total freedom. "

"Remember, the Church has always valued seven days."

The leader drew a cross shaped Divine Imprint on his chest. Each of them had been familiar with the Holy Bright Scripture since they were young. The seven days represented the very beginning of hope and the creation of everything.

"From the information given off by this command, there might be pillars that have yet to rot within the weeds." The leader nodded gratefully and smiled. Suddenly, he slowed down his footsteps and looked around.

"Everyone, stop for a moment." After giving his orders, Liu Ming raised his right hand to block the questions that were about to leave his mouth. He closed his eyes and started to carefully sense the situation around him.

The corners of his lazy lips curled up slightly. "There seems to be no more spies behind us since yesterday …"

"They're asking these amateur trash to hang behind us. They're simply looking down on us." D'Agosta, who was standing next to him, could not help but raise his head and interrupt with a smile.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh. After all, the thing they did the most was to search for evidence and assassinate people.

They were more of a group of thieves than clerics. They walked in shadows and pools of blood, the most terrifying of them all.

"Alright!" The past is the past, and we don't believe in those pig-heads anyway. The Lord we believe in, the only Lord, is still in heaven to protect us. " The leader drew a circle in the air with his finger and said with a smile.

"Captain... "No, head, we'll …" The little man, who had been surrounded and silent, looked up at the leader.

"Hart, just call me by my name from now on, Rista!" Hm … "Father Rista is better, or Father Rista is better?" The leader, Rista, smiled and tilted his head. He was really troubled on the spot.

"No, no, no! Even if he didn't call him 'captain', it was still better to call him 'captain'. If I were to call out my name directly, my mouth would not feel so crooked. " Hart pressed the corner of his mouth, which was crooked, and shouted in a somewhat flustered tone.

Rista shrugged his shoulders and gently stroked his eyebrows. He said in a clear tone: "We will talk about this in the future." Now we can slow down, remove any traces of the road, and find a safe and secluded place to stay. First … "

Just as they were all standing there, waiting to hear what their heads were going to say …

A burst of muffled thunder came rolling over from far away and even the air seemed to pause for a moment …

In the blink of an eye, a torrential rain poured down from the sky.

The team looked up at the sky and burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!" The Lord is everywhere! It's raining so hard that there's not a trace left for a few minutes. " Hart opened his hands to the rain, which almost blinded him, and was overjoyed.

"That's right! In this kind of weather, even if we stand here and wait, they won't be able to find us. " Hank, who had been looking gloomy all this time, smacked his forehead and grinned.

"Hehe, let's go. As long as we are still alive, the Darkness of Light won't disappear." With a smile, Rista shook his head and looked at the eyes in front of him again. There was a bright light in his eyes, "Like this, the pig-headed thing on top might still be on guard when doing something shameful."

The group of people laughed and made a ruckus. They no longer had their initial depressing feeling, chasing and running as if there really was something they were looking forward to.

Let's go! In the south … It was warm and dry there, and the sun and the sweet grapes seemed to wave in the haze. Besides, it seemed like the Bath and Bart brothers' hometown was also in the south …

Let's go!

As for why they were going to the south, it was because the Church was in the north.

The five men who were still messing around gradually disappeared into the rain...

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