The sky is gray.
The rain has stopped, and the city of Polnia has been humid for several days. The sticky air makes breathing uncomfortable. Coupled with the cold temperature, it has become much more difficult to get up in the early morning.
This is the last day.
The man walked on the cold windy street and shuttled among the crowded people. Since he had the heart of the Woye River, he would not feel irritated listening to the bustling noise in his ears.
"Careful! Don't run!"
A boy stumbled towards him, and the child's mother hurriedly followed behind him. He stepped on someone's foot, lost control of his balance, and fell straight forward.
Just when he was about to fall to the ground, he was caught by the man. He squatted down and helped the child up. The child stared at him blankly and cried "Wow".
"Excuse me, sir."
The child's mother also caught up at this time, grabbed the child and apologized quickly.
"Disciples of the Dawn?"
The man glanced at the "Book of Dawn" in her hand and was slightly stunned.
"Yes, sir."
The child was still crying and making a lot of noise. The mother picked him up and left in a hurry without even having time to say "thank you."
Time is running out.
She will also attend tonight's gathering of believers, which is the first large-scale event organized by the church after the Dawn Cathedral was burned down.
If nothing else happens, all the Dawn believers in Polnia will be present tonight. In order to prevent chaos, even the Dawn Knights will be dispatched early to maintain order.
There were too many people. The man hesitated for a long time before saying "Don't go" and turned his head, but the man had already left in a hurry with his child.
The silent sigh disappeared around the corner.
The man will also be present at tonight's rally. After taking control of the bishop, he originally wanted to create chaos, but he didn't expect that the church would announce the gathering's activities at dawn the next day. This was simply a God-given opportunity and the best time for him to take revenge.
There is no more serious spiritual harm than destroying other people's faith. He put on the white robe of a bishop, and the cross on his chest was engraved with patterns, which represented his noble status.
"My Lord Bishop, do you think the Dawn Goddess will forgive me?"
The man seemed to be asking questions, but also seemed to be talking to himself.
No one responded in the quiet room.
The door opened and closed, leaving only an aging body sleeping on the gorgeous sofa. His face was calm, and the wrinkles on his face deepened a bit. He seemed to be ignorant of the dangers in the outside world. He put on The face of the bishop, when the real bishop wakes up, everything is over.
The bright full moon hangs in the sky, illuminating the land where light and shadow intersect. The man is sitting in the bishop's seat with an expressionless face, as if he is enjoying the admiration of the believers.
But no one understands the entanglement and struggle in his heart. If it weren't for hatred, he would be just an ordinary father with a happy family and enjoying a peaceful and comfortable life.
There were more and more people attending the meeting. He had never been watched by so many people before and felt a little timid for some reason. But when he thought of his wife's tragic death and his miserable face, hatred gave birth to courage.
Destroy it!
Destroy everything!
The scene in front of him seemed to be distorted.
There was a throbbing pain in his stomach, and he could feel a strange force spreading throughout his body, stimulating his nerves. The most obvious thing was that his thoughts were becoming more and more extreme.
The memories of his escape kept flashing back before his eyes, and the past memories overlapped with the scenes before him, constantly impacting his thoughts. His cheeks gradually turned pale, and the people around him noticed that their bishop's body was shaking slightly, and he seemed to be in bad condition.
"Mr. Bishop, are you okay?"
"fine."
The man hurriedly searched for the Heart of the Yevo River in his pocket. If he had not taken away the diamond, he would not have been able to persist until now. For a long time, he would have been lost in the pain and hatred just now.
As soon as he touched the diamond, he felt a chill, his sanity returned, and the erosion of memories slowly receded from his mind.
Suddenly, red blood gushes out of his nose...
The man calmly wiped the blood clean.
There wasn't much time left for him.
Maybe it won't be long before he becomes just like those monsters. A human without reason is not a human at all, that is, a bloodthirsty beast.
The rally is about to begin.
only today!
Only now!
Only now!
All the believers' eyes fell on the man.
It's finally his turn!
He stood up slowly, and walked slowly onto the final stage in the eyes of everyone with admiration. The venue was packed with people, but it was quiet at this moment. The devout believers were waiting for the bishop's speech. .
It was as if a white beam of light fell on the man's body, and the broad white robe seemed to be covered with a layer of silver light, glowing with halo, and full of pure holiness.
The burning of the church was just an accident. The believers were looking forward to a reasonable explanation. No, even if it was a lie, it would be accepted by the believers as long as it was reasonable.
Looking at the expectant faces in the audience,
As long as he says it,
Tell the darkness behind the Church of Dawn and let the believers know what dirty things the white knights who are worshiped by everyone have done with their holy weapons!
As long as he says it,
to complete his revenge.
From the initial invasion, to the death of Father Louis, and the success of the plan to kidnap the bishop, everything was done so that he could stand in this position and say everything!
"Praise to Elona, goddess of the dawn!"
The Bishop began to speak.
"Praise to Elona, goddess of the dawn!"
The believers echoed.
"All followers of the Dawn..."
All the emotions and memories came to mind, and the man began his speech...
But, at this moment,
"boom!--"
A violent roar sounded from the distance, and the high beam of the steam car turned on, illuminating the vast expanse of darkness ahead and also illuminating a maniacally laughing face in the cab.
With the engine sound getting louder and louder, Ethan, a lunatic, stepped on the accelerator. Jiang Chenchuan had long known that this man's brain circuit was not normal, but he didn't expect that he could be so crazy. White Knights There was a moment of alarm, but no one had the ability to step forward and stop it all.
That was the fastest speed the car could start, and it crashed into the gate of the gathering as if it was life-threatening. Moreover, looking at Ethan's posture, he had no intention of stopping.
The white headlights illuminated the faces of all the believers pale, but he cut through the darkness in front of them like a sharp blade, bringing with him the twisted and deformed door, and the sparks that bounced around against the ground.
All the believers were frightened, and their consciousness of survival made them run around like mice, trying to stay away from the fatal danger.
"Alas--"
Ethan let out a cheer of victory.
"I just said I can make it in time!"
A crazy steam car rushed into the rally, and amid the man's pale expression, Jiang Chenchuan appeared with an indifferent face on the co-pilot.
