Why do you want to call me

where there are people,

Wherever He will come.

because of his mission,

It is to let flowers bloom in every pair of eyes.

When heading to the next intersection,

left behind,

It will be the sea of ​​flowers in full bloom...

Chapter 230 Three What a Beautiful Day It Is

"Shuh!!"

The bright red liquid suddenly splashed on the dark red bricks.

The surroundings were shrouded in endless darkness, and no one could tell where it was.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

The sound of rapid breathing was like an old fan, and every time it was turned, it was almost exhausted.

It seems that all the air in the lung lobes has been completely squeezed out.

Baron Placido Marlins knelt on the ground weakly, and there was a blurry world in his vision.

He opened his eyes wide, trying to figure out where this was.

A white cold light fell from the sky, illuminating the world for a short time.

At the same time, it also stabbed the eyes of Baron Placido Marlins.

His pupils shrank sharply, almost shrinking to the size of a pinhead.

what's the situation?

"Shua!"

It was an extremely neat sound.

The head of the person kneeling on the ground left his body in an instant, and then rolled around.

It rolled until it reached the leg of Baron Placido Mullins before stopping.

"Viscount Collins?"

He jumped suddenly, just in time to meet the eyes of the head.

The wide-open eyes stared at the front with fear and uneasiness.

Baron Placido Marlins' body collapsed directly to the ground.

Because this is an acquaintance, and they talked with each other not long ago.

He had a good impression of the viscount, and even planned to send a woman from his family to marry him.

But I didn't expect that when we met again, life and death would be separated.

The crimson blood gradually solidified between the cracks of the stone, and Baron Placido Marlins looked into the distance.

I saw the blood flowing under my body.

It was someone else's blood, and maybe your own blood would be mixed in later.

Realizing this possibility, Baron Placido Marlins struggled violently.

But his hands were tied tightly, and the mysterious power in his body did not respond.

Damn!

He was just lying on the bed, why did he come here suddenly!

"Come here!"

"anyone there!"

"I am Baron Placido Marlins, someone save me..."

"I will give him my daughter, and my title..."

"To shut up!"

As if the voice came from the God of Death, Baron Placido Marlins shut his mouth instantly.

Then a huge force lifted him by the back of his neck and came to the execution platform.

"Uh-uh-"

Baron Placido Mullins struggled, tears streaming down his nose.

Immediately, a white light flashed, and he felt suddenly very light, and his eyes flew up.

The last thing he saw was his own body that had fallen in vain.

"Boom!"

Looking at the falling head, Darren's gloomy expression eased a lot.

"Report to the High Priest!"

"A total of 13 people have been executed."

The executioner finished wiping the blood off the knife and reported to Darren.

"Well, I see."

"Clean it up and hang the head out."

"Yes, High Priest."

Walking out of the dark and damp prison cell, the rare sun in winter and the believers who smiled and saluted to him greeted them.

"Good morning, High Priest."

"Good morning, believers of God."

"Good morning, Uncle High Priest."

"Good morning, may you grow up safely under the protection of the Lord of the Twilight."

"Good morning……"

After seeing the figure of the high priest, countless people spontaneously stepped forward to greet Darren.

Yesterday

The carnival smile on his face has not dissipated, which greatly reduces the shadow caused by the war in his heart.

What a day.

Most lamented that they had already received their share.

Whether it's the original residents of the city, or the Twilight Cult that came in later.

At least in this winter, they will no longer suffer from cold and starvation.

The attitude of the citizens towards the Twilight Order is fearful and worrying.

However, thanks to the fact that the Twilight Order did not overly harass the citizens when they entered the city, and the distribution of supplies to maintain life after the war.

So during the celebration last night, some bold citizens joined in to celebrate together.

But not everyone thinks it's a good morning.

Most of the nobles gathered in one house to discuss matters.

They were stimulated by the thirteen heads.

"What is this for?"

"Tell me what you want to do!"

"If they can die today, then the day after tomorrow will be our turn."

A nobleman slammed his hands on the table with an angry face, shaking everything on the table.

"Okay, it's not that they are making too much noise."

"This is warning us."

An old man shook his head helplessly.

"Then we just watch them continue to grow?"

"At that time, the Twilight Cult will not be yours or mine's decision."

Although their power is now the largest in the Twilight Church, with the support of the High Priest, those civilians are gradually eating away at their share.

Those people have even started to train their own warlocks, making it clear that they want to get rid of the influence of the nobles.

"We can't sit still, we have to act!"

"We want to show those people that nobility cannot be bullied!"

The nobleman roared, but the others seemed indifferent.

Now they are in the honeymoon period with the Twilight Cult, and the benefits they have received are not yet digested.

Although he knew that what the nobleman said might become a reality, he could only ignore him for various reasons.

Note that nobility is never one.

What ranks ahead of the noble class is always the interests of one's own family.

However, their eyes flickered, obviously hiding some small thoughts.

A little noble sitting behind the crowd carefully recorded the changes of these people.

After the meeting was over, he quietly came to a room.

He was actually a spy planted in that group.

The noble knew very well that those big nobles were too greedy and would cause disaster sooner or later.

What the high priest needs is an obedient shepherd dog, not an unruly lion.

"High Priest, those people are discussing how to fight back."

"But not many people have spoken out."

It was Darren sitting in the room.

"It's normal not to say anything."

Darren smiled lightly, and then continued: "Go and continue to monitor these people."

He whispered a few names, and the little noble gasped after hearing this.

"Yes, High Priest."

"All for the great Lord of the Twilight."

After exiting the room, Darren looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, and whispered in his mouth.

"All for the great Lord of the Twilight."

Chapter 230 Father God, We Have Grow

The sun above the head moved little by little to the west.

The sky seemed to be scalded by the setting sun, and the sun's blood diffused in the sea of ​​clouds and space, and the afterglow turned from gold to red, and the blood filled half of the sky.

Almost everyone had various conjectures about this ball of light emitting endless light and heat.

Most believe it to be the incarnation of the Lord of Radiance.

But there are others who think it's part of the rules of the world.

Some people even thought of using the light and heat to generate energy and drive the formation to operate.

There is no doubt that this crazy idea came from a big man in the secret meeting.