A rain traps me here, your cold expression will make me sad...
The pig-headed man was in the rain, but the human knight was sad.
The moment the rain fell, the hearts of six hundred knights were full of holes.
On the other side, all the pig-headed people bathing in the holy water were humming comfortably, taking off their armor one by one, so that they could get more holy water.
The holy water turned into light and disappeared as soon as it touched the body. The aura of the pig-headed man gradually rose, and the few scratches on his body healed in an instant. The shield, which was worn away, was full at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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More rain fell on the ground, soaking the ground, and countless tender grass buds emerged from under their feet, rendering the direction where the pighead was located into a yellow color.
It is not the yellow of the dead grass in autumn, but the yellow of the goose that rebirths of the plants and trees.
A vibrant scene.
The rich holy water gathered into a trickle of flowing to the knights' positions, winding along the soles of the knights' feet.
The sacred breath spread like fog, covering the front row of knights.
Bang...
A knight slipped his hand and his weapon fell to the ground.
It was like a chopstick falling to the ground. Before I could pick it up, the entire chopstick cage fell.
Then the knights no longer lived in Bengbu, knelt on the ground with their knees and cried loudly.
Tears were rushing, no less than the rain opposite.
"The Holy Light...betrayed us..."
The knight was instilled with various creeds since he was a child and was taught to give everything to the gods.
For the sake of the gods, they dared to wave swords at anyone, even if that person was their relatives, lords, and his majesty.
As long as the gods are behind them, they dare to be enemies of the whole world.
But, what about the gods opposite?
The knights all had a chaotic faith.
Holy Water!
Real holy water!
The Knights devoted themselves to the God of Light and Bright, and expanded territory for the Holy See and attacked heresy.
With so much contribution, I only get one hundred bottles of holy water every year.
The amount of a bottle is just enough for one person to use, but there are 1,000 regular knights and 2,000 entourages in Teutonic City, and 100 bottles of holy water are simply a drop in the bucket.
There was no way, Teutonic City could only dilute the holy water and add ten times the water, so that it could barely be a bottle for each person.
After the division is made, the knights either use it themselves to temper their bodies, or distribute it as rewards to their entourages, or leave it to their children to lay the foundation.
In a word...
All the holy water obtained in Teutonic City over the past hundred years is the amount of rain on the opposite side.
Now, the amount of rain on the opposite side is the quota for Teutonic City for two hundred years...
Three hundred years...
Five hundred years...
The rain kept falling, and the riders on the opposite side cried while beating the ground, and their firm backbone bent down little by little.
They all came into contact with the holy water on the ground.
The body's muscles and bones are soaked by the power of holy water and become tightened and firm, making the body more tempered.
The Dou Qi in the body is also nourished and replenished by the holy water, becoming more solid and thicker.
This feeling is no stranger.
Usually, I can’t wait to use it internally or externally if I get a little holy water.
But how can the kind of water-dried goods be compared with today's?
"Why... Why... We have been faithful for so many years, and the gods have never given us holy water!"
"Why do these heresy pray to the gods, and the gods descend to the holy water?"
"Are we not as good as a group of heresy in the eyes of God?"
All the knights were silent.
No words were spoken.
The body's state is at its peak, and the Dou Qi has also returned to full value.
But the knights lost the desire to take their swords.
Because, they cannot find the meaning of faith and the target of fighting.
The leader of the Teutonic Knights grabbed a handful of soil in pain.
But when he saw the white grass stems brought out from the soil, the group leader quickly let go of his hand, put the grass stems back, and carefully poked the soil.
The holy water flows by, and the broken grass stems heal quickly, and then bloom at a speed visible to the naked eye, blooming in full bloom.
The commander raised his head, but closed his eyes tightly, "Maybe... in the eyes of God... we are heretics..."
The voice is sad and sad, empty and desolate.
The pighead walked up to the knight and asked, "Do you still want to continue fighting?"
The leader of the Teutonic Knights did not speak, but just untied his knight sword and dragged his hands flat over his head.
"We lost!"
As for why he lost, the team leader didn't know at all.
No one knows.
I don’t even know who I lost to - I definitely didn’t lose to the pig-headed man on the opposite side.
"Who did we give to whom?"
Gangli turned around and pointed at Yang Muyun, saying, "Great chosen man!"
As soon as the words fell, the holy water rain stopped instantly.
Yang Muyun said intimately: Fortunately, I surrendered, otherwise the holy water on my side would have been at its bottom.
Walking over with great strides, Yang Muyun reached out to take over the commanding sword of the Teutonic Knights.
"The Light Blade will continue to favor you, but you should understand that the Light Blade is to protect kindness, not to encourage evil!"
While speaking, Yang Muyun blessed a holy light on the commanding sword and imprinted the cross pattern of the holy light on the sword.
The leader of the Teutonic Knights took the sword and knocked to the ground.
"The Teutonic Knights, I wish to be loyal to the chosen ones!"
The other Teutonic knights fell down one after another and offered their faith to Yang Muyun.
Yang Muyun pointed ahead, "Okay, go into the city!"
The Teutonic Knights organized their queues and marched towards the Teutonic City.
The defenders in the city were stunned when they saw this scene.
Our regiment commander, led 600 cavalry, surrendered to the heresy?
He even knelt down.
Now, the regiment commander led his army to attack us!
Oh, the holy light is above, the light God is above, what is the situation!
The entourages were also feeling uncomfortable.
I was just shouting that I would rush out to help, but now the master surrendered and I also wanted to help the aliens open the city gate.
At this time, I should be a loyal escort, help the master open the city gate inside and outside, or be a devout believer, and follow others to fight against heresy to the end.
"Open the door! Let the master in!"
"You can't open the door! You can't let heresy step into Teutonic City!"
"Who dares not open the door? I'm the first to kill him!"
"Holy Light, please witness my courage!"
Two groups of people in the city fought in an instant.
However, after all, the deadly hard elements are a minority, and most people know the principle of knowing the times and being a hero.
Although I don’t know why the master and the others kneeled down to surrender, their wealth, life and future are all dependent on the master, and some entourages are even close relatives of the knights.
In this case, you must help your master, rather than go against your master.
The master surrendered and he was still here to resist. Isn’t that going to kill the master?
Soon, the riots subsided.
The deputy commander of the Teutonic Knights clamped his sword under his armpit and slapped it, wiped the blood on it, and then shouted: "Open the city gate!" (To be continued)