Practice origin column

Chapter 78
In the lush forest in the distance, wolves howled and tigers howled, and the howling of wild animals continued for a long time.

But in this ruined temple, there was a long silence.

Sikong looked at the five people not far away, all of them were blond and blue-eyed Caucasians, with particularly three-dimensional facial features, tall and tall, with a strong style of Middle-earth civilization.

Although the Middle-earth civilization also belongs to human civilization, the appearance of the local aborigines is quite different from that of the residents of the imperial civilization.

The residents of the imperial civilization are all like Sikong, with black hair and yellow skin, normal body shape, and lean towards the golden mean.

It's not that there are no Caucasians in the empire, but that after the Great Star Sea War, the entire human race has integrated and united, breaking the boundaries between the star field and the country, and establishing the supreme civilization of the empire.

Afterwards, the genes of the yellow race seemed to have exceptionally strong adaptability and derivative power, and they assimilated the genes of other races in just a thousand years.

Since then, people of the yellow race have ruled the civilization of the empire, and rarely see other races.

Of course, these five are also members of the empire themselves, and their outward appearances are nothing more than the appearance of the characters they play.

Sikong knew that he couldn't give the five people in front of him too much time to think, so he pretended to be profound and said: "Come here, praise me, sing me poems, I want to spread the gospel of the tearful angel, and put flowers and vines on it for me, Carrying mortal bodies."

"Zeny, what did the Templar say?"

Sikong's babbling appearance shocked the five people, Charles poked the people around him, and said in doubt.

Zeni, the one who stopped Charles just now, thought for a moment, and then suddenly said: "The Templars mean that we want us to be a flower bearer and carry him?"

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A moment later, in this dense wilderness, a strange procession was walking.

The two cleared the way, chopping the thorns along the road with crude iron tools.

One person docked his tail, erasing the traces left behind.

The other two carried a flower pole decorated with tender green stems and leaves, holding bright flowers.

On the flower pole, an ancient and vicissitudes of life knight was sitting, stroking the rusted sword on his knee with his hand wearing a dragon pattern glove.

The knight didn't say a word, his movements were focused and cold, as if there was only one sword in his heart.

Zeny and Charles, who were carrying the flower load, looked at each other, glanced at the rusted sword on the knight's lap, and their eyes seemed to be stung.

The two hurriedly lowered their heads and hurried on their way, but the flower load of the Templars became more and more stable.

Walking through a jungle that is inaccessible and full of wild beasts, the front suddenly becomes clear.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance are majestic, and the steep rock walls are exposed under the white snow. Occasionally, snow wolves can be seen howling on the top of the snow-capped mountains.

The white snow melts and ices on the mountainside, flows down a cold stream, and merges into a mighty river at the foot of the mountain. It is even more crystal clear, and the ice crystals shining in the sun fluctuate in the river water.

The fat fish jumped up, startling the strong wind on the river.

The strong wind blows through the forest, sea and grassland, and the birds pass through the canyons and mountains.

Then, they all fell into a huge stone castle in the distance.

There is St. Ann's Castle.

Arriving here, these five people were obviously very familiar with the road conditions in this area, the wind was blowing under their feet, and they refused to delay for a moment.

But Sikong, who was sitting on the flower pole, felt a little dark in his heart.

Just because here, the surroundings seem extraordinarily quiet, there is no sound of flowers and birds, and even the roar of wild animals in the depths of the wilderness has disappeared.

Sikong even saw faded and dim bloodstains remaining in the grass and rocks by the roadside.

Broken swords, broken knives, strands of clothing, and more... some corpses buried in a panic, with pale arms exposed.

"The world of Middle-earth civilization is not very stable..."

That's when Sikong felt emotional, suddenly several people rushed out from the roadside branches and grass, and surrounded Sikong and the others.

He was wearing a long-sleeved leather jacket, holding a rough mace in his hand, and his face was covered with dirt. Only those eyes, with cold light and the madness of a beast, were looking at Sikong and the others unscrupulously.

"Jie Jie, after guarding for a long time, finally a few more fat sheep came! Brothers, dinner is ready!"

One of them hammered his firm chest, waved a mace in his hand, and looked greedily.

"Huh? Who are you?!"

This person noticed Sikong on the flower pole, and was startled, especially when he saw the dragon-patterned armor and bronze mask, an unbelievable color suddenly appeared on his face.

It was exactly the same as when Charles and the others first met Sikong.

"You wild hunters, hurry up! Do you know who this is, but the living Templars are the guardians of the angels!"

The person who was leading the way suddenly thought of Sikong, the leader of the flower pole, and shouted angrily, his expression harsh and his heart filled with tears.

It's a pity that the five of them already had doubts in their hearts, and at this moment, their expressions naturally showed a little indecision, showing their flaws.

Not everyone is like Sikong, who pretends to be as simple as eating and drinking, and brings out the truth that life is like a play to the fullest.

The man headed by the hunter quickly calmed down, licked his dry lips, which hadn't tasted blood for a long time: "Templars? All the sacred and demonic things are just the background of this competition and will not compete with us at all." Positive communication happens!"

"A living Templar? I think someone is pretending to be a ghost! Come on! Kill them and plunder their fate!"

Different from these so-called wilderness hunters, Charles and the others only wore coarse linen clothes, and the weapons in their hands were only crude, barely sharpened iron swords.

Sure enough, killing and arson is the shortcut to getting rich.

Charles and Nietzsche quickly put down the Templars on the flower load, drew out their iron swords, and fought with the rushing hunters.

As soon as the two sides fought, Charles and the others quickly fell into a disadvantage and were stretched out.

'Crack! '

There was a sudden crisp sound, and Charles' iron sword was actually broken by the mace. The mace remained intact, and the sharp fangs pierced Charles' chest directly.

With a shrill scream, Charles was thrown straight to the side of the flower dandelion like a tattered rag doll.

The man led by the hunter came laughing, and suddenly saw the unfathomable Templar who was still sitting cross-legged on the flower pole.

Evil comes from the guts, this man swung his mace and threw it directly at the top of the templar's head!
'Playing tricks!Grandpa, I will kill you! '

At this moment, all eyes were on the Templar Knight.

Suddenly, the Templar moved.

Holding the rusty sword with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, he raised it towards the sky, and the edge of the sword flashed coldly.

The mace was like tofu, sliced ​​in two by a rusty sword without any fuzz.

Then, the rusty sword returned and lay on the Templar's lap again.

Between the light and the flint, the dust is settled.

No wind, no waves, shallow silence.

The faint loneliness of a master and the vicissitudes of invincibility in the world permeated the crowd.

"I won't kill you, my sword is just to kill all evil spirits in the world and spread the gospel of angels."

The deep voice of the Templar came out from under the bronze mask, and it was even more holy, fraternal and benevolent to guide the lost believers.

The Templar Knights are still sitting cross-legged on the flower pole, silent and solemn, like angels falling from the dust and walking in the world.

'thump! '

This person looked at the remaining piece of iron rod in his hand, and he was still confused, but when he heard the divine voice, he suddenly knelt down, terrified——

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't kill people, I shouldn't desecrate the dignity of angels, I should die, I should die!"

"You are guilty, but you need angels to condemn you. Everyone should live for angels."

The Templar's words made this man feel like he was being pardoned. He climbed up with an iron rod, not daring to look at the knight on the flower pole, and left in a panic with a group of hunters.

Charles was clutching his chest, lying on the ground, looking like he was waiting to die with his eyes closed. At this moment, he was looking up at the Templar Knights who were close at hand, his eyes were lost——

"His second uncle's, is it really alive?"

　What the hell is going on in the book review area recently? Why are so many buildings missing? Even the best book reviews are gone...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)