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"Sistine, do you want to be a Knight?"

"Of course, teacher!"

"So Sistine, why do you want to be a Knight?"

The boy who had never thought about this question stood there.

He has lived in the Night Knights headquarters since I can remember, and he has trained hard with everyone.

Beside him, the teacher is the Knight, Brother Roland is also the Knight, and Sister Kua and Uncle Annold...

Everyone around him is a knight, or is on the road to becoming a knight.

So he never thought about why he wanted to become a knight, and in his subconscious mind he had already regarded this as a matter of course.

"Sistine, do you know why I chose the Knight's path, teacher?"

A familiar voice pulled the boy out of his confusion.

The boy raised his hand high, swept away his confusion, and said with a thunderous look:

"Because the teacher is humble, upright, heroic, and just..."

"That's wrong!"

Under the night, the old man laughed and shook his head, picked up the boy with both hands, and let him ride on his neck.

He stepped barefoot into the cold stream, looked at his hometown in the distance, and said softly in a sigh and self-deprecating tone:

"Teacher, I was once a coward..."

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The man who had been stunned for a long time had a confused look in his eyes and woke up from the yellowing memories.

He looked at the old man in front of him with a solemn look, lowered his head sadly and said softly:

"Sorry, Master Merlin, I chose to escape twice in a row and have lost the qualification to become a knight."

In the Sistine world, knights are not just a title or a profession, but the highest honor and the firmest belief!

And no matter whether it is honor or faith, any kind of defilement is allowed.

Meilin stared at the man who seemed to have broken his back and had his energy removed from his eyes and said disappointedly:

"Sistine, hasn't Reza taught you what a knight is?"

"Is it a reckless man who does not know how to advance and retreat, but only knows how to fight to the death, the knight's 'heroic' way?"

"Is it true in your eyes that Reza chose to fight to the death because he adhered to the knight's way, and finally returned to the underworld?"

"Are you despising yourself or underestimating Reza's Knight's Way?!"

"If you say that two consecutive escapes make you feel ashamed of the justice in your heart, then why is your final choice still escaping?"

"Faced with your heart, Sistine! Are you losing the qualification to be a knight, or are you fearing and escaping?!"

The stern scolding was like a heavy hammer, hitting the man's heart heavily, and the fatal pain spread from his heart, tearing away all the disguise.

Sistine's face was as pale as snow.

He looked down at his trembling hands, his chest filled with shamelessness.

The old man was like a sudden revelation and pulled off his last protection.

At this moment, even he himself could not tell whether he was subconsciously choosing to escape because of the strength of the enemy.

He had seen the strength of the enemy. Neither the Saints of the Secret Guards or the Saints of the Imperial Special Operations Department could resist those enemies hidden in the shadows.

They fell one by one in a pool of blood!

Even the stronghold of the Demon Purification Society was breached the night after he entered!

Perhaps on an earlier night, at the night when the Knights' headquarters was broken, the seeds of fear were planted in his heart.

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"Sistine, are you still afraid?"

Under the night, the teacher patted the boy's head lightly and asked gently.

The boy pursed his lips and looked at the deep cave as deep as the abyss. His eyebrows trembled slightly and he nodded timidly.

"Sistine, if one day you fear something, someone, or a monster, face him with your heart and face the fear in your heart!

Fear is not terrible. People can never avoid the fear of the unknown. What is terrible is that you dare not declare war with him and can only escape timidly like a coward."

"Promise me, Sistine, never be that coward!"

The old man said seriously with a stern face.

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The memories that were once forgotten suddenly surged into my heart.

The teacher's teachings once hit Sistine like a lightning bolt, causing him to fall into a long silence.

When he raised his head again.

His eyes regained their former perseverance, looked straight at the old man's captivating tiger eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Master Merlin, please guide you in a new direction."

Seeing the old friend's students regrouped, a look of relief flashed in Meilin's eyes, he raised his head and smiled:

"Of course, Knight, it's my honor."

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"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

Amid the rapid and desperate shouts, an ugly monster broke out from the wall and bit off the man's head.

This is the front line of conflict between the Imperial Special Operations and the Church.

The overwhelming advantage of the Operations Department instantly turned to the disadvantage with the large number of monsters emerging from somewhere, and began to collapse on the whole line!

The extraordinary civil forces such as the Jingmo Society seemed to have obtained information early and retreated uniformly before the monster appeared.

The brightly lit church is filled with a strange and silent atmosphere.

Describes a skinny old man kneeling in front of the statue of God, closing his eyes and praying.

Beside him was a middle-aged woman with a cold face.

"His Pope, I can't understand why you let Sistine go!" the middle-aged woman said coldly.

The old man kneeling in front of the statue opened his eyes and looked at the statue crazy and fiery.

"Rhine, a sergeant body is far from enough to become an obstacle to the church, and the church is not short of a godly follower.

Rather than grab him, let him go, let him become the leader of his opponents, and then push him into the abyss under the gaze of the crowd.

At that moment, the flower of despair that blooms in hope will surely become the best sacrifice to please my Lord.”

The old man said gently, but his words were filled with solemnity and blood.

The middle-aged woman's eyes flashed, she lowered her head respectfully, paid tribute to the wise old man in front of her, and then stepped back.

The old man looked up at the statue, slowly lay down in a protruding posture, and murmured respectfully:

"My Lord, please wait for a while, your servant will soon offer you the most beautiful offering!"

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basement.

"The reason why Resa and I believe that you have the power to change the world pattern is precisely because of the unique physique you have - the Seizure body."

"In the old age of the gods, you will be stolen by countless churches of gods. The biggest feature of the sermon body is that it is pure and flawless, and can fully accommodate the power of the gods. It is the best incarnation of the gods walking in the world!"

Mei Lin spread out the ancient book on the table and pointed to a corner of the book and said slowly.

Sistine looked in the direction of the old man's finger and silently browsed the words recorded in ancient books.

According to the book, the body of the descent can carry 100% of the power of the gods. Every body of the descent born in the past is the Son of the God Church.

Even if you have no power to tie a chicken, you can still have the power that surpasses the angel after completing the ritual of descent and spirit enlightenment!

Sistine frowned and said, "In the past, was there more than one church of gods?"

Merlin took off a single lens and nodded, "We have explored dozens of old ruins, and found traces of the existence of gods in those ruins. There were as many as two-digit gods in the past, but after a tragic god war, the gods disappeared from the world."

"Is the gods behind the glorious church the old existence?"

Sistine said with a serious expression.

When he thought of a god standing behind the church, he couldn't help but feel a few shadows in his heart.
To be continued...