Alien Knights

In the early winter, Tailuo City was shrouded in dark clouds, and there was no sunlight on the gloomy streets. The feeling of walking on the road was only a kind of coldness soaked in the bones.

A huge wooden platform was set up in the center of the main square of the Holy See. The lower part of the wooden platform was filled with firewood and firewood, and a cross stood above it.

At eight o'clock in the morning, people from different parts of the city and from different walks of life gathered in the square with the same purpose - to watch the burning of a church deacon.

In the huge square, people were excitedly discussing the details of the punishment. Hawkers shuttled through it, and all kinds of voices merged together, showing the various forms of sentient beings.

A butcher still wearing a single shirt in the cold wind, standing on stacked wooden boxes, said to his friend with a smile: "I have seen many people sent to the stake by the church, but a church deacon... this is the first time I have heard of it."

Several scantily clad prostitutes gathered together, laughing and talking about the identity of the prisoner. A woman pretended to be mysterious and said: "Do you know? I have seen the deacon of the Holy See. He is handsome and has a naturally sexy voice!"

After hearing this, her companion burst out into a burst of laughter, laughing at her youthful heart.

A farmer couple who rushed to the city early in the morning found the servant in charge of sweeping the corpses, handed him a small bag of copper stars, and whispered: "Our child is seriously ill, and a witch doctor told us that only the ashes of those who serve God can cure the child's illness."

The servant took the money bag, weighed it, took the wooden bottle from the farmer's couple, hid it in his sleeve, and nodded slightly.

The crowd waiting in the square stood in the cold wind for almost two hours. When everyone was restless and discussing with each other, a line of people walked out of the main hall of the Holy See.

The two judges of the Inquisition, one on the left and the other on the right, carried a vaguely recognizable humanoid creature on their shoulders, and walked towards the high platform of the burning frame.

To the surprise of the visitors, the person in charge of reading the crime today was actually Cardinal Jacob.

Such a high-ranking high-ranking person specially came to read out the crimes of a sinner, which has never happened before in the past.

Jacob, who was dressed in holy orders, stood on the reading platform and read aloud: "Tristan Inge Bradford, originally the chief deacon of the Holy See Cardinal Abel, was tempted by the devil on the way to serve God, and he willingly fell into the accomplice of evil heretics. His crimes include blasphemy of the Holy Spirit, betrayal of the Holy See, and practice of sorcery..."

Under people's amazed gazes, Jacob read the charges for five minutes, and even the executioner by the pyre yawned wearily.

Just when Jacob was about to make a long speech, a staff member of the church ran up to him and whispered to him: "The Pope ordered, don't talk about these things anymore, this is not a glorious thing..."

Jacob opened his mouth and waved his hands dejectedly: "Then let's execute."

When passing by the executioner, Jacob whispered again: "Don't overheat the fire, let me roast this guy slowly!"

Watching the executioner take the order and leave, Jacob nodded in satisfaction.

Amid the cheers and applause of the people, the pyre was quickly lit.

The blazing flames scorched the tortured, and the crackling of burning firewood could be heard hundreds of meters away.

Tristan, who had been devastated to the point where he had no human form, slowly opened his only remaining eye. The rotten wounds all over his body became a little bit of consciousness because of the high temperature.

Looking at the sea of ​​people under the burning platform, he suddenly shouted hoarsely: "You who live in lies! Do you feel happy?!"

People were stunned by Tristan's cry, and the noise in the crowd gradually calmed down. Everyone wanted to hear what this dying guy was going to say.

"Being treated as a sacrifice, donate your hair, flesh and freedom, do you feel happy?!"

Jacob, who had just stepped onto the viewing platform, turned around in surprise when he heard Tristan's shout.

"I spent my whole life in a daze, without even the courage to move forward! Do you feel happy like this?!"

Enduring the high temperature from his lower limbs, Tristan raised his neck and said loudly: "You have pinned all your hopes on a cold statue, abandoned your dignity, abandoned your dreams, just to enjoy this meaningless happiness in the illusory bubble!"

A member of the church hurriedly ran to Jacob's side and said anxiously: "The Pope ordered! Make that bastard on the stake shut up immediately!"

Jacob, who had just woken up from a dream, jumped off the viewing stand, ran to the fire rack in the center of the square, and shouted as he ran, "Intensify the fire! Burn him! Burn him immediately!"

Knowing that his life is coming to an end, Tristan shouted at the people in the square with the last strength in his chest: "If the sky is dark, then live in the dark; if it is dangerous to make a sound, then keep silent; if you feel powerless to shine, then crouch in a corner. But! Don't justify the darkness because you are used to the darkness; don't be complacent because you are struggling; don't mock those who are braver and more enthusiastic than yourself! Human beings may be as humble as dust in front of the so-called gods. , but must not be distorted like maggots!"

The raging fire engulfed the entire wooden platform, and the body could no longer be seen, but those voices echoed in people's ears forever.

There were no more noisy human voices in the square. Everyone lost their voices for a while looking at the dancing flame in their eyes.

Suddenly, a rider held a battle report, walked through the crowded streets, and rushed towards the center of the Holy See.

"The coalition army was defeated! The coalition army was defeated! Only nine people from the Holy See army survived!"

Accompanied by the ear-piercing shouts, snowflakes fell from the sky all over the sky, and the first snow in early winter quietly flew into every corner of the city.

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Seven days later, in Muxi City, the Administration Department of Alien Affairs.

Rachel flipped through the sample booklet of the heterogeneous library, and carefully wrote down a series of numbers while comparing it with the heterogeneous population register.

There was a knock on the door of the room.

Rachel put down the pen in her hand, rubbed her sore eyes, and said, "Come in."

A young woman in tight leather armor pushed open the door and walked in slowly, looking at Rachel hesitantly.

The latter looked up, with a smile on his sleepy face: "Karin."

Karin Foreman lowered her head and looked at the ground.

Rachel said: "Karin, regarding the matter of the Holy Acropolis, you led the association to find out the tunnels and captured the insiders. Well done... What kind of reward do you want?"

"Sister Rachel..." Karin said, "There's news from Tyro Capital that Mr. Tristan... was burned at the stake a week ago."

Rachel's eyes widened for a moment, but soon, she regained her composure and whispered, "Really?"

Karin took a careful look at the other party's expression, and said softly: "We tried our best, but the other party is not willing to leave."

Rachel pushed away the chair, stood up straight, and said with a smile: "I know, this matter is not your fault."

Seeing Rachel push the door open, Karin asked, "Sister Rachel, where are you going?"

"I owed someone a favor, and now I have to pay it back."

After saying this, Rachel left the room straight away.

After notifying the guards of the application, Rachel came to the door of the king's audience room and knocked lightly on the door.

After getting permission, she walked into the room and said straight to the point to Todd at the table: "I hope you can do me a favor."

Todd looked at the woman suspiciously, and asked, "Help?"

"I hope you can help open up the soul space, and then find Deirdre."

Todd looked at Rachel's serious expression, thought for a few seconds, and agreed to the other party's request.

Arriving at the research institute in the soul space, Rachel said to Deirdre who had just walked in: "My sister, I need your help."

Deirdre first glanced at Todd strangely, and found that the latter also looked puzzled, so she said to Rachel, "What do I need to do?"

Rachel called up Tristan's image from her memory, and said to Deirdre: "This man is called Tristan Inge Bradford, and he was burned at the stake a week ago..."

"Tristan is dead?"

Hearing Rachel's words, Todd frowned and asked anxiously.

The former looked at the latter and nodded solemnly.

Todd sighed deeply, sat on the office chair, lowered his head, and waved Rachel to leave him alone.

Rachel then said to Deirdre: "I hope you will use the ability of 'psychic medium' to bring Tristan's soul here."

Watching Deirdre begin to summon Tristan's soul, Todd raised his head and asked Rachel, "What do you want to do?"

The latter looked at the light blue particles in the air, and said sadly: "There are some things that I didn't tell Tristan, and it was my fault that I let him spend his life in confusion and depression."

Just as Todd was about to ask again, Tristan's light blue soul had already appeared in the room.

Rachel looked at the slightly tired Deirdre, and asked worriedly: "If I hope to summon another soul, with your current body, can you hold it?"

Taking a deep breath, Deirdre nodded with firm eyes.

Rachel glanced at Tristan's soul, and said to Deirdre: "The second summoned soul is named Mia Evandelin."

Deirdre said to Rachel: "It's not enough to have a name, I have to know what she looks like."

Rachel stretched out her hand and pointed at herself: "Mia Evandlin, she is exactly the same as me in terms of appearance and physical features."