unreliable adventure

200 years ago, the Crusaders who defeated the invincible opponents in the entire continent were reborn in the form of bones, based on the religious fanaticism in their lifetime and a false but highly provocative resurrection technique.Although the number is smaller than that of the Legion of the Dead, there is no suspense in the fight.The so-called army of the dead is nothing but a patchwork of strong men everywhere, and of course it is no match for professional killing machines.

Wrapped in the power of light energy, the crusaders penetrated the left flank of the dead in their first charge.The sluggish army formation of the dead was outflanked by the entire flank before it could adjust.The scattered dead gathered the remnant army with the will of immortality, and formed an iron barrel formation to resist.Although the will is tenacious, it has been surrounded by groups, and it is only a matter of time before it is finally destroyed.

There is nothing to write about the one-sided battlefield, well, this is a romance novel.Victory came easily, the question is how to deal with the aftermath of this "victory".

It is easy to ask God, but it is difficult to send God away.I have known many people in the Crusaders of the Bones, and I have fought back to back, and they are all life-and-death friendships.Things get trickier when bad emotions get mixed in.It has been 200 years since the victorious Crusaders stood blankly on the battlefield.I was thinking about how to persuade these former comrades-in-arms to put down their weapons and lie down again, but Wayne pushed me away and strode up: "No matter what, they are all seniors of the Knights."

Wayne stepped forward and performed a chest-beating knight salute, but the long-dead paladin did not respond.I had no choice but to bite the bullet and catch up.

Someone recognized me: "Blackwood, Commander, what is going on here?"

"Roland's war is over, our era has passed, we have fought the last battle, and an era of peace and reconciliation will finally come." I decided to be honest and open my light source to my former comrades-in-arms.

"What? The North Land is actually crawling with undead!"

"Holy Light didn't respond to us, but it was only because of a little bitch's curse?"

"The Cathedral of the Holy Light was destroyed, or was it done by your own people?"

"The knights don't fight the heretics, but hide in the south!"

"Reconciliation with heretics? Impossible, it must be heresy!"

After sharing my light source, the crusader's anger did not subside, but instead came back fiercely at me.

A dead paladin finally said, "Oh, Blackwood, you are Roland's little lover. I've seen you rebellious for a long time, and you turned into an undead."

"Undead? We are all people who have died once, and now we are all undead."

Only then did the paladins lower their heads to look at their skeletonized palms: "This is blasphemy! Why did you make us like this?"

"Ah, I didn't do this right. The situation was urgent..."

As a result, the dead paladins began to quarrel with two factions. One faction said that the glorious paladins could not turn themselves into abominations and must commit suicide and apologize immediately. Only light can rest in peace.Then the automator said, the honorable task is left to you brothers, let's kill ourselves first.Then the killing faction said, no, this is an act of cowardly deserters.In the end, the two factions agreed that words are not as good as swords, and that for the honor of the Knights, a victory should be decided first.

In fact, I am not very opposed to this resolution. If there is internal strife, let it go. I will fire first and lose half, and the remaining half will be easier for me to deal with.Then Wayne nudged me quietly and said in an echoing voice: "Should help the elders rest in peace."

It's a good tradition of the knight order to cause internal strife without any problems, and it is not shameful in front of the younger generation.

Sighing, I took a step forward and said loudly, "I, Captain Blackwood, request the order of command."

"Hey, is that little lover again? You are from the city legion, don't come and join in."

"Originally it was a good thing that your knights did, but later generations took the responsibility of the city legion together, insisting that I am with you, and the bad reputation has been borne for you, but now I can't join the war?"

"Even so. In terms of the order of command, the commander and the centurion haven't spoken yet, so what's the point of a small centurion?"

"I am asking for the command right now. If there is any objection, stand up and fight with me."

There are really a few brainless skeletons who don't know how to stand up, hmph, I have never been afraid of a paladin in singles.I knocked them down one by one, and took back my sword: "If there is no objection, then shut up now! A group of stragglers! They have done evil, stabbed the basket by themselves, but left the civilians to escape, and asked Shengguang why Abandon you! This time I pull you up because the army of the dead is going south, and the sins you have committed must be ended by yourself! Now the battle is over, the mistakes have been remedied, and your honor has been restored! Attention! Disband!"

The dead paladins refused to give up. One paladin murmured, "Oh, it's wrong to burn witches, but I'm just timid, so I didn't do it."

Another paladin said: "I did it, but it was the commander's order, and I must obey. Yes! Sir, you are here, why did you order me to catch the witch?"

"At the beginning, it was said that there were bad witches making trouble, so it should be true. Later, I didn't know how to do it, but I arrested all the witches."

"I remember that the command from the officer was to find out the witches and investigate thoroughly. They didn't ask to tie them all back."

"But witches are really disgusting. Their huts are full of dead mice and toads."

"Yes, officials only know how to sit in the army and write documents. I saw it with my own eyes. It is very disgusting and extremely suspicious."

"It's fine if you catch it, why burn it? It's not a crime to hide a few dead mice."

"Who came up with the idea?"

"I heard people booing and talking about burning witches, so I followed the booing. I didn't mean it."

"I didn't say that."

"It's nice to have a witch."

"Yes, there are a few pretty ones."

"I went to that beautiful witch and said some inappropriate things to her, and I swear I never did. Then she started yelling."

"You are finished, and you must be dealt with by military law."

"I panicked at the time and threatened her that this was a false accusation against the paladin. The crime of false accusation is to be burned to death. I swear I just wanted to scare her."

"Then someone started booing, burn the witch!"

"That's all for booing. Who doesn't have the time to boo? Why do you believe in such absurd things?"

"Everyone believes it, why don't I believe it?"

"Everyone believes it. If I don't believe it, they will isolate me, and they will not call me when they go to the fireworks alley next time."

"I didn't believe it at first, but I saw that they were becoming more and more fanatical. I was afraid that I would be regarded as sympathizing with heretics, and those who sympathized with heretics would also be burned to death."

"Who lit the fire?"

"It's Roland, he always likes to execute the execution himself."

"It wasn't Roland who lit the fire the first time. The young master was busy messing around, so he didn't show up in the camp for several months."

"Because the chief is not around, the subordinates dare to be so presumptuous."

"But who lit the fire?"

"Who built the rack?"

"Who stacked the firewood?"

"Is this question still important?"

The dead paladins still refused to rest in peace, whispering and trying to blame each other. Who should be responsible for this?

I used to believe that I did not participate in these evil deeds, which is why the Holy Light is still willing to respond to me, the light element only recognizes emotions, and does not distinguish between right and wrong.I originally thought that I could draw a clear line with those crazy paladins, but now it seems that whose hands are clean?

Either a banal evil or a silent accomplice.

I couldn't hear the noise of these dead people, and I raised my hand to force their light, but a small ball of holy light went out in my hand.