Bang.

A hole broke out in the exquisite palace.

A tall human was broken through the wall and dragged a crack on the street!

Next second.

Before he could shout for help...

White light flashes.

Lancelot then cut it in half with a sword, and his eyes burst into anger, looking at the surrounding people with an incredible gaze.

But the people on the street were also looking at him with resentment, hatred and angry eyes.

An old man in his sixties even cursed with a crutch: "What are you doing, what are you doing, do you know what bad luck will bring if you kill the messenger?"

"You guy who is killed by a thousand swords, we can save this small town from the disaster of dark invasion every month. Do you know what you did?"

"No matter how strong your Temple of Light is, can you still protect us?"

"Disaster is coming, darkness is about to rule the world, and the gods are our saviors. You should die for me."

"Since we have believed in gods, demons are no longer appearing, and dark creatures no longer cause harm to us. Go and die."

Believers begin to go crazy.

As one person picked up the stone and threw it at Lancelot, more and more people began to pick up things and smash them at him.

no way.

No matter what world you are in, there is a so-called concept of "the law does not punish the masses".

The intelligence of intelligent life in the group is often reduced due to the storm.

Things that a person dares not do often become more and more people will become daring to do anything. Peasant uprisings, parades and so on have always been like this!

If you integrate into the group, your IQ will become lower!

The Knights of the Temple drew their swords so annoyed that they wanted to drink the mobs.

Lancelot clenched his fists and turned silently into the exquisite palace.

He looked at the girls who had no spirituality.

Looking at the corpses of girls who were tragically abused or even played to death.

I could only take out the clothes and cover them on them, and put them all into the space ring, intending to place their bodies in other places.

As for those still alive girls, they were also taken away by the Knights of the Templars.

Obviously.

This small city with a population of only 50,000 has completely fallen into madness. If these girls remain here, they will definitely become the target of this group of mobs venting their anger.

Lancelot looked at the still furious civilians.

He suddenly pointed at the girls covered with wounds and couldn't help but shout, "Faith, faith, what kind of faith will make you sacrifice the girl and make her the so-called "God Messenger" doll?"

"Do you want to live, don't these girls want to?"

"Does your lives be damned?"

"Bah!" A young man with good talented beginner profession spat out a saliva. He pointed at Lancelot's nose and shouted: "Is there anything wrong with this being sacrificed and tens of thousands of people alive?"

Lancelot gritted his teeth, just as he was about to say something.

A black shadow appeared in the sky and grinned with big white teeth and said, "Then you die, how about the rest of the people in this city?"

The boy's face changed in surprise.

The black shadow slowly flew towards him.

The boy wanted to seek help, but the civilians next to him hid far away, and some people kept shouting: "He was wearing the clothes of the messenger, his words were the truth. If you die, we will live, and he can drive away the Templar Knights."

The boy was so scared that he was about to cry. He looked at Lancelot and cried and asked him to save himself...

Lancelot glanced at the black shadow, stepped across the space, came to the boy, looked at the son of darkness with a serious expression and said, "Go away."

But the Dark Son narrowed his eyes and suddenly sent a message.

Swish.

The boy suddenly drew his long sword and led to the back of Lancelot...

Click...

The long sword broke.

The boy began to retreat in horror.

Lancelot's expressionless face.

The Son of Darkness smiled: "The nature of the wise race is selfish and vicious, and the invasion of darkness and the arrival of gods are not bad things."

“Goodness deserves to be bullied.”

"Believe me, you will sooner or later fall into the arms of darkness..."

"I'm waiting for you."

The Son of Darkness disappeared.

Lancelot took a deep breath, and asked someone to take away the girls. He also arranged for the priests and the Knights of the Templar to be responsible for the public order here and to change the views of the civilians towards the gods as much as possible.

Today's Gods Continent.

Very messy.

Now he...

very tired.

...
Chapter completed!