Chapter 118: Rebel

The day of the sacrificial ceremony soon arrived. When Shen Fengyue's hair grew to shoulder length, the Dark Vatican began to act.
Shen Fengyue finally saw the Son of Darkness after a long time, and today is his only mobile phone meeting, there is no such shop in this village.
He was dressed extremely luxuriously and solemnly, and then led to the venue where the ceremony was held by the supervisor.
The Child of Darkness is dressed in a Chinese costume and holds a scepter in his hand. It is located at the highest point of the field. There are countless people around him in a protective posture.
While the other party was reciting the long and complex chants, Shen Fengyue was silently assessing the strength of the enemy and the enemy, and from which direction they would be able to protrude and slay the darkest son the fastest. Theodore had already been arranged by him to go far away. It was a battle for him alone, even a fateful situation, so Shen Fengyue didn't want to involve innocent people in.
He subconsciously rubbed the dagger hidden in his left sleeve with his right hand through the cloth, and a sense of security suddenly rose in his heart. It was his weapon, and Shen Fengyue planned to let the blood flow.
The Dark Child was still chanting, but it had come to an end. At this time, Shen Fengyue moved her feet at will, and suddenly found something was wrong. He scratched the ground with his feet again, with a slight strangeness, and there were shallow lines on the floor tiles under his feet.
not good! His heart moved.
At this moment, the last sound of the eulogy fell, and Shen Fengyue saw the Son of Darkness smile at him from a distance across the wall of people.
Shen Fengyue's pupils tightened.
The change came extremely quickly, almost at the same time that Songwen’s voice fell, and the place centered on Shen Fengyue, fire dragons burst out from the ground. The fire dragons surrounded him in a round shape, forming a wall of fire, separating him from the rest. people.
"Sorry, my dear rebel." The Son of Darkness said, "Thank you for everything you have done for the Dark God."
"Sacrifice the Lord of Darkness with the flesh as a sacrifice."
After the wall of fire was formed, the jumping flame caused the temperature of the entire site to rise a lot.
Shen Fengyue's complexion sank, this is the rhythm of using him to sacrifice to the sky, or the cruel way of burning with fire.
The fire sacrifice really fits the aesthetics of this dark church.
The moment Theodore, who was hiding in a hidden place, watched the fire ignite, his heart jumped, his worried eyes passed through the fire wall and fell on the people trapped in it.
Standing on a high place, the Dark Son looked at Shen Fengyue condescendingly. He raised his chin, as if watching a good show.
The fire wall is not always stable in place. The soaring fire dragon will compress towards the middle a little bit over time, giving people a sense of tension and oppression.
The consequence of waiting to die is to wait for death, and Shen Fengyue decided to take the big deal.
"My dear Son of Darkness." He raised his head and met the Son of Darkness. A bright and bright flower bloomed on his lips. "You too underestimated me."
The Dark Child raised his eyebrows, and then listened to him to continue: "Do you think I am a timid man who cherishes my life?"
As if to confirm what he said, the next moment, only his robe slipped off, leaving only a thin coat. Shen Fengyue took out the dagger hidden in her sleeve, and made a few long and large wounds on her body in a quick and straightforward movement, with a sharp hand, without even frowning her brow.
"system!"
"Roger that!"
Blossoms of gorgeous blood blossoms bloomed on him, and in a short while, most of his body was in full bloom. The white shirt was gradually stained red with blood, and the moment it was stained with blood began to corrode.
Such an operation was unexpected. Everyone was dumbfounded. They watched the man in the circle of fire dripping with blood and dissatisfied with the scars. Then he jumped and experienced the tempering of the fire, and jumped out of the burning cage that bound him in one fell swoop.
The fireworks burned on his body, but Shen Fengyue, who had enabled the system to turn on the pain shield, didn't care. He didn't care about the sparks on his body, but instead rushed towards the human wall in front.
His whole body was soaked with blood, and throwing it into the crowd was like a lethal weapon thrown in. Anyone who was contaminated with his blood suffered corrosive pain.
Shen Fengyue was holding a dagger in her hand, firstly to mending himself, tearing the coagulated wound again and again, releasing endless blood, and secondly, using the dagger to solve the enemy in front of him.
The original white blade was completely dyed red, and it was unclear whether it was his or someone else's.
The corrosive effect of blood was too strong, and the blade of the dagger he had originally prepared could no longer hold up, so he picked up the enemy's knife. Shen Fengyue’s blood-letting style of play, killing a thousand enemies and hurting himself eight hundred, all relying on a brutal force, he shot sinister, and would try his best to wipe out people’s eyes with blood, and in a short while, people around the children of darkness He broke through the wall abruptly.
Shen Fengyue took a breath, and rushed forward desperately, passing five levels and six generals all the way to the son of darkness.
"I'm sorry, you may not be able to kill my life." Shen Fengyue raised her eyebrows and made a few more cuts in her body, then discarded the weapon and replaced it with a new one, "But I will take your life."
The Son of Darkness had never seen this kind of wolf fire play, not to mention that he was still a crispy mage, and once he was close to him, he would definitely be fierce. He desperately hid behind the people, threw each of his subordinates out in front of him, hoping to block some of Shen Fengyue's attacks, and at the same time kept chanting spells, using magic techniques to remotely attack and interfere with Shen Fengyue.
No matter how hard Shen Fengyue was, he couldn't hold back the wheel fight. In addition, he had lost too much blood, and his complexion had turned pale, like a piece of fragile thin paper, which broke with a single poke, and some decayed blue gray was faintly revealed.
He can't hold it anymore, even if he uses the system to burn lives to resist it.
The Dark Son seemed to know his state, and was overjoyed in his heart, calling more people to consume Shen Fengyue, trying to exhaust his remaining life value.
Shen Fengyue's legs were sore and weak, he could only stand up straight as best he could, for fear that he would kneel down when his knees bend.
"Heh." He chuckled, and added more wounds to his body. He raised his eyes and looked at the Son of Darkness viciously.
He will die together.
Shen Fengyue took a deep breath, and when he was about to rush out, he found the screams of the dark Vatican falling from behind. He looked back and found that it was Theodore.
He was holding a long sword, agile, and killed with a sword, Zhou Xuan in the crowd. After seeing Shen Fengyue's gaze at him, she immediately said, "Don't kill me?"
Theodore could not help but want to go out to help Shen Fengyue as early as when Shen Fengyue was bleeding, but was stopped by the radical party in the Holy See of Light. They argued for a long time, and finally saw that Shen Fengyue was about to be unable to hold it. He rushed out against all arguments.
"Give me your back," he said. Theodore saw Shen Fengyue's purpose. He wanted to kill the Son of Darkness. Although he didn't know the reason for it, he could make Shen Fengyue desperately use this style of play to kill the opponent. In a must.
Then, he came to help him.
The back is usually handed over to someone who is extremely trustworthy. Theodor asked him to give it to him without worry. He was willing to resist all the dangers behind him, Shen Fengyue believed.
Behind him, Theodor used a sword to protect him. He looked at the people in front of him and killed them all in one go. He kicked his foot back hard, rushed out and grabbed the robes of the Dark Son, the other hand struck his eyes, taking advantage of the blindness of the opponent, piercing the heart with a sword.
The Dark Son's body suddenly stiffened, and he turned his head as hard as he could, but couldn't see the expression of the person behind him. His face was stunned and his eyes were filled with disbelief, as if he could not accept his final outcome. Then, the Child of Darkness slumped to the ground, and Shen Fengyue's hand was still on the hilt of the sword that assassinated him, and fell to the ground with him.
The death of the Dark Son seemed to be a signal that made him relieve his strength, and he didn't even have the strength to remove his hand from the hilt.
Shen Fengyue panted with big mouths, her chest undulating arcs, her face finally showed a satisfied, successful smile.
"Great, the bug has been eliminated and the task is complete."
The system also hummed and praised him.
One person and one system waited silently, waiting for the news that the task was completed. But after waiting for a minute, there was no response, they noticed something was wrong.
what's the situation? Isn't the bug dead? what happened? Shen Fengyue pressed on the Son of Darkness, clearly aware that the person under him had died, it was a corpse. But why didn’t the message of task completion come?
Shen Fengyue fell into deep thought, and then suddenly said, "Could it be that the task object made a mistake?!"
At the same time, the system also sent a message: "Old Shen, there was a message from the headquarters just now, saying that there was a data error in the previous data, and a mistake was made in locating the bug.
"Old Shen, we killed the wrong person," it said.
"..."
"..."
".................."
Killed wrong? Did he kill the wrong person with the system? Aren't all these efforts wasted?
This deadly battle, stained red with blood, was like a joke, a big joke.
"Heh." Shen Fengyue wanted to laugh out loud, but didn't dare to laugh too much, fearing that the wound might be cracked, she could only laugh bitterly at last, then closed her eyes severely, closing her eyes and lying quietly on the corpse of the son of darkness. On, motionless.
After the vision is deprived, the other five senses become sharper. He heard the sound of weapons falling to the ground one after another. The thieves were captured first, and the son of darkness was dead. Those people had lost their backbone and naturally had to surrender and give up struggling. He also heard the sound of blood flowing and corroding the flesh, as if the ice layer broke and broke, and a thin sound was exploded in the ear.
Shen Fengyue closed his eyes, and when his consciousness gradually sank, he suddenly felt that his body was touched by someone. He slowly lifted his eyelids, his eyes rolled, and he was facing Theodore's face.
His hair color and pupil color have been restored to its original state, his long golden hair is hanging down, and a pair of ice blue eyes hang down and stare at him quietly.
Theodore pinned the long sword to his waist, knelt down on one knee, and broke Shen Fengyue's fingers one by one from the hilt he was holding. He moved gently and carefully, as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world. .
After all the fingers were broken, he crossed Shen Fengyue's legs and waist with his arms, and hugged him horizontally.
"I will take you back."
Shen Fengyue's whole body was soaked in blood, and the white coat was dyed almost black. The moment He was picked up by Theodor, the sound of corrosion came from the place where the latter was next to him.
Shen Fengyue realized something, her body moved slightly, and she wanted to struggle out. But just such a simple and subtle movement caused him to lose his strength in an instant, and he could only pant, and said helplessly: "Let me down, you will get hurt if you get my blood."
"Yeah." Hearing this, Theodor just hummed softly. Then, with both arms, he tilted him into his arms and held him further into his arms: "I know."
Shen Fengyue was astonished: "Why are you..."
"Don't worry, I'm not afraid." He looked down at him with a rare gentleness in his eyes, like the soft light of spring, his eyes sparkling, and a gentle liquid flowing.
Obviously it is extremely gentle eyes, but this gentleness is like a flame, burning into the heart. Shen Fengyue was so stared at him that she couldn't bear it, she turned her face away, staggered his gaze, and said, "Don't look at me, it's ugly."
His reckless style of play also left him with numerous injuries. His face was cut a few times with a sharp blade, and at the same time it was stained with blood. It must be unsightly to think about it.
Subconsciously, he didn't want Theodore to see himself so embarrassed.
Shen Fengyue thought this way, but the petitioner said something like this: "You are not ugly, you have always looked good." When Shen Fengyue looked up, he happened to see the corners of his lips slightly curled up, and his eyes were calm. , The words are sincere, without deception.
Theodore held him and walked all the way outside. The people of the Dark Vatican were already idle to resist. When they saw them coming, they split into two sides and stood on both sides and watched, so they were like no one on the way.
Shen Fengyue leaned his head on his chest, feeling every ups and downs of his breathing. There was a bunch of long golden hair hanging down where he could see, as if it would glow, like a bright lamp in this dark place, illuminating everything in front of him.
He stared at the bunch of blond hair in a daze, his fingers moved slightly, and he touched the long hair in a mysterious way, with his fingers interspersed in it. Theodore noticed it, but he did not stop him.
"Why are you here to save me?" He always wanted to ask this question, "Don't you, the Holy See of Light, regard me as an ominous thing? The ominous thing naturally dies. Isn't it good for everyone?"
Theodore suddenly stopped speaking, and Shen Fengyue just asked casually. Although she wanted to know the answer, he wouldn't force it if he didn't want to say it. Just when he thought he couldn't wait to answer, Theodor spoke.
He said, "It's not good for me."
Shen Fengyue: "?"
"If you die, I will be sad." Theodore said again, attracting Shen Fengyue to look up at him. He saw his own figure in those silver eyes, "In this world, I It’s the one who doesn’t want you to die.

"for……"
why?
"You are always designing the game, and this love game."
"I entered."
He had already entered. He lost when this person caught his attention and asked him to focus all his attention.
The loser is thorough, the loser is calm, and the loser is willing.
Falling in love with Shen Fengyue, he thinks he is willing.
"In the name of God, I love you," he said softly, his voice gentle.
Put down faith, swear to gods, and show affection to your beloved.
The blond hair between the fingers suddenly slipped down through the gaps between the fingers. These few words were connected like a heavy blow, hitting his heart in a single stroke, making him tremble.
Shen Fengyue looked at him, Xiodor's eyes were bent, and he looked at him with a smile, which made Shen Fengyue couldn't help but smile back.
He felt his affection. It turned out that the unsmiling Son of the Bright Holy See was so gentle and incredibly gentle.
At that moment, he looked like a knight guarding his princess. Holding a long sword, slashing the enemy, rescued his sweetheart, and walked out step by step.
Theodore was holding Shen Fengyue's back and fell into the eyes of the radicals in the Holy See of Light. They gritted their teeth, glared at the figure of the tall man in the distance, and turned to other people and ordered: "Go and tell His Majesty the Pope, Master Saint Son was deceived by the rebels, betrayed the Holy See of Light, and mixed with evil."
"Yes." Someone retreated as ordered and moved quickly towards the Holy See of Light, sending back the shocking news.
Master Shengzi, betrayed.
At present, the negative side of the mainland is very dangerous for them. The Son of Darkness is dead, and the Dark Vatican is bound to have some turmoil, so it is not appropriate to stay here.
Theodore passed through the barriers on the front and back of the mainland to the front. He walked to a village, knocked on the door of a family with a strong purpose, and entrusted Shen Fengyue to that family.
On the way, he had already applied emergency hemostatic medicine to Shen Fengyue to temporarily stop the blood flowing out of the wound.
After he settled down, he turned around and left, but Shen Fengyue grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Where are you going?"
Theodore paused, turned around, and said to him: "I'm going to report to His Majesty the Pope." The matter must be over, and his eyes are dim.
"Yeah." Shen Fengyue nodded, let go of the corner of her clothes, and asked him again, "Will you come back?"
Theodor's lips moved silently, and then said, "Yes."
"Then I will wait for you obediently here, and you must come back and find me." Shen Fengyue's eyes waved, looking straight at him, wanting to get an exact answer.
"Okay." Theodore agreed, and then turned and left under Shen Fengyue's instructions, and embarked on the road back to the Holy See of Light.
He was arrested the moment he stepped into the Holy See of Illumination and taken to the Pope. The pope asked everyone to withdraw, and then closed the door tightly. For a time, only him and Theodor were left in the temple.
"You're back." The pope stood with his back to him and said such a sentence without looking back.
Theodore answered, and the two were silent. The pope deliberately left him for a while before turning around and looking at him condescendingly.
At that time, Theodore looked quite embarrassed. His pure blonde hair was a little unkempt, his clothes were stained with blood, and some places had been broken, large and small holes, and there were even holes in the exposed skin. Traces of corrosion burns.
His expression was a bit tired, he was struggling, and he didn't look good at rest.
The Pope was very old and his eyes were venomous. Judging from the wounds, he knew what was going on.
Only the cursed blood of rebels is corrosive. Theodore light spells are powerful, and at the same time, the body skills are not bad. It is difficult for ordinary people to get into the body, let alone injured. Therefore, there is only one condition for causing such harm to him, and that is his willingness.
Only if he voluntarily let the rebels approach, he would be injured like this.
"What is your relationship with the traitor?" The pope asked the sharpest question as soon as he came, almost hurriedly questioning.
Theodore looked down, as if thinking of something, with a warm smile on his face, he said frankly to the Pope: "Your Majesty, I adore him."
"Lost lamb." The pope never thought it would be such a result. He was choked. "How could you give birth to such stupid and chaotic thoughts? Love for a traitor, this is the most forbidden thing and the least that should happen. ."
The pope stared at him with a pair of clear eyes, wanting to see something out of it, there was a faint expectation on his face, hoping that Theodore could say all this is false in the next moment, and he was put in a faint I said the wrong thing when I stopped.
But he didn't, he just shook his head gently.
Theodore received the orthodox ideology training of the Holy See of Light since he was a child, and has always obeyed the doctrines and regulations, and has never given birth to such rebellious ideas. The pope cultivated him since he was a child. He has good character, firm beliefs, and prudent behavior. If he doesn't make big mistakes, he is the best candidate for the next pope.
But it was such an excellent seedling who made a mistake when it came to the head, so that the pope was very unacceptable. He paced in the temple irritably. After walking for a while, he suddenly glared at Theodore, hating iron and saying: " Kneel me down!"
This sentence obviously represents that the pope is angry and has another deep meaning-he wants to use the caning.
Theodore knelt down, untied his shirt, and knelt on the ground with his upper body exposed, facing the image of the God of Light.
The pope brought a long whip, which was a slender whip. The black whip was attached with fine spikes, and the spikes reflected the cold light of Lingling under the light.
The whip designed in this way will only cause harm to the body, but will not endanger human life. It is specially used for criminal law.
"I beat you to make you reflect and remember your mistakes." After the words, a whip was slammed.
A weal mark immediately appeared on the white back. There were already some corrosion-induced wounds on Siodor's body. This welt was superimposed on it, running across the entire back, and then there were traces of blood from it. Slowly emerge.
Theodor's body became stiff, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the pain came from his back, but he said nothing, and drowned all the pain in his mouth abruptly.
"Wrong?" the pope asked him.
Theodore replied: "I know it is wrong."
Holding the whip's hand relaxed, the pope thought he had changed his mind: "It's good to know your mistakes. If you know your mistakes, let's abandon the traitor."
Theodore shook his head.
The pope was anxious, and another whip was struck down. The whip was slapped harder, the spikes rubbed the flesh, and even scraped away some fine skins, leaving a deeper and more painful mark.
"Are you wrong? Don't you give up?"
Theodor simply closed his eyes and answered with silent silence.
The pope struck a few more whips, every time he struck a whip, he asked if he knew it was wrong, but he was all rejected by the closed eyes of Theodore.
One after another welts fell on the back, and in a short while, the entire back was covered. Large drops of sweat flowed down the hair. The blond hair was wet and twisted into strands, and Theodore bitten it. Yaguan, even though he was beaten with blood, he didn't say a word.
The pope was tired, and threw the whip in his hand to the ground. Glancing at Theodore, who was kneeling on the ground and keeping his eyes closed, it seemed that the latter was determined to be with the traitor.
"You have repented here and confessed to the God of Light. I'll give you three days, and I will see your answer in three days." The pope walked away, taking a short while passing by Theodore in his long robe. wind of.
The door of the temple opened and closed. The Pope opened his eyes only after the Pope walked away. He straightened his back, with the lash marks on his back, and the blood oozes and merges together, flowing in all directions. After a while, it dripped on the floor tiles, forming a small pool of blood.
He looked up, his ice-blue eyes were extremely clear, and his gaze fell on this lifeless stone statue.
He looked at the statue of God, with a compassionate expression, as if he was pitying his current situation.
Theodor was silent for a moment, then took out a small brooch from the side of his underwear.
A bunch of carefully tied silver hair is pinned on the back of the brooch, and an eye is inlaid on the front. The eyes are silver, and the ends of the eyes are slightly raised, as if smiling at him. Through this eye, the owner who is behind it seems to be smiling at him.
"My dear..." A long sigh.
Theodore looked at the brooch carefully for a moment, then put it back into the underwear for a while, pressed it with his hand, feeling full of security in his heart.
"My benevolent father, I have fallen into the kingdom of invisible sin." He knelt down before the gods and pleaded with his faith.
The expressions of the gods have not changed, but they are still fair and just, showing mercy to all beings. Stand there quietly, watching all beings, watching all beings suffer, watching all beings die.
But God said to him, you are guilty.
Theodor placed his hand on the place where the brooch was placed, and felt the existence of the round object through the thin cloth.
He lowered his head and thought in silence that he was indeed guilty, and his crime was love. He fell in love with someone he shouldn't fall in love with.
But he... willingly.
God said again, poor man, you have gone astray.
But what is the right way and what is the wrong way?
God finally said that love of the same is a dead end.
So he was sentenced to death, let love and faith together, drag him into the endless abyss of hell.
Theodore has always been a devout believer with firm beliefs, but at the same time he is unwilling to give up his love of love.
Before acknowledging his will, he would never back down; before Faith’s judgment against him, he also bowed his head to accept.
This is the love of Theodor and the belief of Theodor.
He knelt in front of the idol, bowed his head and closed his eyes, put his hands on the brooch, and piously read the Holy Book of Light over and over again.
The calm and cold chanting echoed over and over again in this empty hall.
Three days later, the door of the temple opened again, and the pope appeared. He did not come in, but stood at the door, and asked the man who had been kneeling in the temple for three days: "Theodore, have you thought about it?"
The kneeling man memorized the scriptures for three days, and his voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry."
He finally went down to the image deeply, and this was his answer.
The pope understood what he meant, shook his head and sighed, disappointed in him. He couldn't bear to look at him again, turned and left, gently closing the door.
The verdict is about to proceed.