Sky Dragon Rider

Snapped! ~

The whip tip twitched the air, swung it deftly, and made a crisp sound skillfully. ?. .

"Hurry up! If you can't complete today's progress during the day, you can't even think about having food at night! You sinners!"

Holding a bullwhip entangled in metal wires in his hand, the little head of the church overseer stared fiercely at those people whose hands and feet were locked tightly with black steel shackles, and yelled at them with rude words.

On the tinkling construction site, many emaciated people with only a piece of dirty rags around their waists, bare upper body and bare feet, one or more people worked together to lift pieces of different sizes, The square stones staggered along.

"This damn expedition! I'm afraid we'll never go back, and we'll all die here!"

The holy knight Romy, whose neck was put in a prison ring, took a thick long ashlar slab, like a skilled mason, pressed it on the wall base smeared with sticky mud, and pushed it hard so that it could be combined with another stone slab underneath. align.

The expeditionary coalition led by Guangming Shenting was almost wiped out. Like everyone else, he got nothing but good masonry skills and scars all over his body.

Many warriors who believed in light should have enjoyed fine wine and barbecue in the city of light, "Rangarondori", but now, they are doing endless coolies here, until they die of exhaustion and swallow their last breath.These goddamn dark people actually want to expand the inner and outer cities of the Underdark Realm by ten times, and the coalition forces that almost razed it to the ground turned into a free demolition team. Walls and roads will do.

The Golden Crow Society warrior Bran, who was helping the Holy Knight, lowered his voice.Urgently reminded: "Romy, don't you want to live? Don't say a few words! It's not good for people to hear!"

"Hmph! I've already died once, so I'm afraid I won't succeed the second time?"

There were only two meals a day that could not fill his stomach, so Romy, who was already hungry and thirsty, became louder.

The dark sky above the Darkness has not yet been reshaped, and the scorching sun of the Holy Sun is pouring down unstoppably. The sweat of many prisoners of war coolies keeps getting wet and quickly evaporates.Formed a thin salt frost.

"Did you forget Priest Mainro who was beaten to death by the foreman yesterday?"

Bran's words made the holy knight shudder uncontrollably, as the scene from yesterday still seemed to be vivid in his memory.

All the captives were forcibly fed with forbidden potions and cast spells. Many masters even put alchemy rings around their necks that could blow their heads away.Just because of a few complaints were heard by the brutal supervisor.A priest of the Court of Light was whipped to death in public.Each whip of the whip attached with the spell of "Soul Whip" can take away a large piece of flesh and blood, leaving deep visible bones, until it looks like a bloody skeleton with no skin left.

"No, no, these fallen dark ones will definitely be punished by God!"

After brutally killing a priest to death, Romy's voice finally dropped.

"What are you talking about? Don't hurry to work! Slackers! No one asked you to come here. This is the price of burning, killing and looting. You asked for it."

Snapped! ~The ox-hide whip like a poisonous snake lashed out, and Golden Crow Society warrior Bran let out a scream immediately, and a terrifying blood groove appeared on his back, exposing the white ribs and the subcutaneous fat layer.

"Ah!~"

Unable to bear the pain, Bolan let out a scream, and fell directly from the scaffolding of the city wall that had just been built.

"Haha! Kill you lazybones. Sinners, you deserve it! Pooh!"

The rough and brutal overseer laughed instead.With a swipe of the whip, there was a bang in the air, and at the same time, he glared at the captive coolies, and said, "I'm not working yet. Do you want to end up like him? Don't you yearn for the light? Then let's bask in the light." Do it! Hahaha!" The cracking of the whip and the wild laughter weaved into a brutal ballad.

"Enough! Stop it!"

With the sound of horseshoes, a young woman's voice came.

"Who? Who is speaking for these sinners, don't you want to live? Ah! Holy, holy lady, little, little damn it!"

The supervisor yelled reflexively, and when he saw the speaker clearly, he was so frightened that he threw away the whip without hesitation, and knelt down on his knees.

The other overseers and guard soldiers knelt down in unison.

Saintess!

The holy knight Romy's eyes widened, and he looked at the girl with a staff and sitting in a gorgeous carriage, with long black chestnut hair coiled up and wheat-colored skin.

There is only one saint in the dark temple, and that is the starry night saint who led the remnants of the defeated army to make a miraculous comeback and annihilate the alliance of light.

It's hard to imagine that a girl who looks very weak can actually plan a strategy, turn her hands into clouds, turn her hands into rain, and turn defeat into victory, which is almost impossible.

Not only the people of the Allied Forces of Light, but even many people in the Dark Temple still find it inconceivable that there must be gods secretly helping them.

The young woman on the carriage inspected the construction site, and said softly: "Remember! Even though they were soldiers of the Allied Forces of Light, now, they are not only prisoners of the Holy Church, but also the property of the Holy Church. Don't kill them at will. Injured, people are all dead, will you rebuild the dark realm for me? Find someone to treat the wounded and sick, take a bath regularly, so as not to give birth to the plague, eat twice a day, at least like a person to eat, it’s cold Just add some clothes, don't go barefoot."

"My lord saint, they are all cheap bones, there is no need to treat them so well, as long as they don't starve to death, there is no need to give them medical treatment and clothes, my lord, you are so merciful."

The overseer who was the first to kneel down said tremblingly that he was inconceivable by the instructions of the Holy Maiden. Can these prisoners of the Light Alliance Army be regarded as prisoners?It is no different from being confessed as an uncle.

If the positions of the two sides are reversed, I am afraid that the people of the Dark Templar will never have any good fruit to eat.

"Do as I say!" The tone of the Starry Night Saintess was unquestionable, and she continued: "If they have any resistance or escape! You should know what to do!"

"Hey, I will make their lives worse than death! Hey!"

The overseers sneered in unison, making all the captive coolies feel chills behind their backs. With a sharp sword in one hand and food in the other, these surviving warriors could not help but feel a sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

Watching the convoy of the Holy Maiden go away, he stood up again with a very disgusted expression, the overseer cursed a few words, and yelled at the prisoners again: "Two people, take this waste to treat the wound, hmph! Good luck! Guy, if it wasn't for the kindness of the Holy Maiden, I would have stripped you alive today! Bah! A bunch of slackers!"

Even though he couldn't understand the orders of the saintess, he didn't dare to obey anything. The starry night saintess Sally's status in the hearts of everyone in the dark temple is no less than that of the ten priests.

"Berran!"

Jumping off the scaffolding, Romy quickly helped up the fellow sufferer who had been whipped innocently. He hated himself a little, and made others suffer for him.

"Hehe, it's not your fault, Romy!"

The pale-faced Bran smiled weakly.

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The convoy quickly entered the holy temple after inspecting the territory of the holy church. Just as Sally stepped off the carriage, a maid came up and bowed her head and knelt down, and said respectfully, "My lord saint! The ten priests are about to arrive."

"Well! I know, let's go now!" Sally nodded, suddenly smiled gently, helped the maid in front of her, and said: "Wenya! Didn't I say it? Don't just kneel down casually, In the eyes of the gods, all beings are equal, only the division of labor is different, there is no high or low, you can bow down to the gods, but you don’t have to worship me!”…

Only when you stop kneeling, will the status and class between people gradually fade away. This is one of the things that Sally has been working hard on, but the other party's humility has made the friendship that used to be the same maidservant become an insurmountable bond. chasm.

"Big, my lord, you have a noble status, and the little one can't stand it."

Wen Ya's face was flushed red, as if she was at a loss.

"Well, that's fine! As my order, okay?"

Sally put on a serious face.

Starting with action first, and gradually removing some kind of awe in the soul is the only breakthrough to break the foundation of the old forces.

Compared with the original ruling rules in which a few priests hold great power, the foundation of the leadership of the Dark Templar should come from sincere trust rather than the oppression of personal power.

"Yes, yes, my lord!"

Wen Ya smiled from the bottom of her heart, and she realized that although the person in front of her was the honorable Saintess of the Starry Night, she was still the Sally she had known before.

The other maids and warriors nearby pursed their lips in unison. The saint from the bottom of the dark temple is always so approachable.

"Hmph! After that Sally became the Saintess of the Starry Night, her arrogance has become bigger and bigger. She actually asked all the officiant adults to wait for her. She has no sense of dignity."

Although the sixth officiant, Favila, had just sat down for less than 5 minutes, he was already a little impatient.

"Officer Favila, it's been less than a quarter of an hour, and you can't sit still? If you have this little patience, I suggest you give up the position of the officiant and let someone who is more stable take the seat."

The eighth priest, Calvary, sneered. He was obviously not from the same faction as the sixth priest, and his words were full of tit-for-tat.

"Galio, what do you mean!"

Favila was furious and stood up abruptly.

At this time, a voice came from the direction of the temple gate.

"I don't know who is respectful and who is humble, who is superior and who is inferior. If you feel good about yourself, please take the initiative to stay away from us humble people and do it yourself!"

With a maid holding a staff, Sally, the Starry Night Saintess of the Dark Templar, approached step by step.

The opposition among the officiant always wanted to make a comeback, but Sally, who had already controlled the middle and lower levels of the church, did not give these stubborn forces a chance.

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