The nun ran forward in a hurry, but soon, a tall figure stood in front of her.

Next to the stolen rack, a swordsman in iron armor stood there like a hill except for the man in white holding a torch.

He stopped the nun and made a low voice: "Don't do these foolish things anymore. Sister Catherine, you and I know that this is God's will."

"Any God's will cannot be denied by mortals. Don't be blinded by worldly emotions. You have been practicing in the monastery for many years and should have a deeper understanding of this. Don't cause more disasters to the Monroe family. Don't make it difficult for Lord Lohart."

Catherine trembled and said, "This is not God's will, this is slander, this is wrong! Lord Lohart misread the oracle, and my sister did not join the devil."

"You are already on the verge of danger!" said the iron-armored swordsman sternly: "Now, please go back. After the purification ceremony is completed, there will naturally be a Templar Knights coming to the monastery to find you."

"No! I can't let you burn Scarlett to death..." The nun stumbled forward, trying to bypass the iron armored swordsman.

Who knew that the latter kicked the nun's stomach with a sudden kick, and his petite body fell backward like a kite with a broken string.

"Puff...cough cough cough..."

Catherine fell helplessly to the ground, coughing blood frantically.

She tried hard to get up from the ground, but found that she could no longer do this.

She cried and asked for help from the onlookers: "Please save her..."

"She is not a devil, she cannot be a devil..."

"Save my sister! Save her!"

She crawled hard on the ground, asking for help from the people and the knights on the edge of the execution ground.

People who still had conscience lowered their heads in shame, and they did not dare to look at Catherine's sad and desperate gaze.

The young man who was muttering before even lowered his head and sobbed quietly. He clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body was trembling. The blood in his chest was ruthlessly frozen. In an instant, he felt that all the emotions in his heart that were related to integrity, kindness, sympathy, pity, etc. had lost their support.

The older man beside him also looked sore and gently patted the young man on the back.

The crowd was quiet. Only the nun's crying sounds.

"No one can save you, they can't even save themselves." A guardian knight said sadly: "This is God's will, no one can disobey. No one in this city will question the spokesperson of His Highness."

"fart!"

A hoarse voice suddenly came from the crowd.

The onlookers made way out of fear, and in a short while, a blank area appeared on the edge of the execution ground.

That was a thin old man in his twilight years.

His thin body trembled in the wind, but he walked firmly to the edge of the execution ground step by step.

He shouted loudly as he walked, "Everyone is farting!"

"No one—anyone with a conscience will be encouraged to burn a innocent child to death."

"You dirty beasts!"

The old man became more and more angry as he scolded: "Lohart, and the things that make accomplices of the tiger in the Yueqin Temple, you are all dirty beasts! You are not human at all! You have killed so many people, but you dare to claim justice?!"

The priest on the high platform raised his eyebrows. He had long been used to such things.

At the edge of the execution ground, two knights immediately rushed over with gloomy faces.

They quickly drew their long sword and prepared to execute the thin old man on the spot.

The rest of the people turned their faces in grief and did not dare to watch this bloody scene again. The adults covered the children's curious eyes with their hands.

Sister Catherine fell to the ground in pain, and beside the stake. The man in white sneered, and the torch in his hand lit the straw and dry firewood under the girl's feet.

The blazing flames mixed with thick smoke immediately started to burn wildly.

The entire execution ground immediately became quiet, with only the sound of the footsteps of the knights and the low crying sounds from time to time in the crowd.

"Sister..." Catherine shouted in dismay. She struggled to get up.

At this moment, a warm voice rang in her ear: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

One arm helped her up strongly.

The nun was stunned for a moment. He looked like a teenager. His eyes were very deep, and although he was young, he gave people an extremely calm feeling.

He also wore a pair of rusty iron handcuffs on his wrist.

The crowd suddenly became turbulent, and the knights seemed to wake up from a dream - this guy, isn't he a prisoner? When did he run to the execution ground?

Just before everyone's minds turned around, two muffled groans suddenly came from the side.

Then two black shadows fell to the ground tremblingly.

Clang clang!

The swords in the hands of the two knights also fell off one after another.

The thin old man was stunned for a moment, and a tall back suddenly appeared in front of him.

Sacra stood there silently, and he tilted his head. He turned around and said to the old man, "You are the real elder."

The old man looked at him in surprise: "Who are you?"

Sacra grinned: "The messing man; or the savior, it depends on how people define us."

"You said this?" the old man asked back.

Sacra scratched his head and honestly said, "No, I can't say such fashionable words. That guy said it."

After saying that, he pointed to the inside of the execution ground, Lance, who was holding the nun.

Lohart on the platform frowned suddenly, and looked at the Sacra that suddenly appeared, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

However, before he could think for a long time, a noise suddenly erupted in the crowd.

In an instant, a scene that everyone would never forget appeared:

I saw ferocious flames greedily devouring dry firewood on the stake. With the help of butter, the flames burned very vigorously and soon spread to the little girl's feet.

The slender flames rushed upwards, and suddenly, flames separated from below and evolved into blooming flowers.

These flame flowers rose into the air and slowly circled around the stake.

The flames below were burning more and more vigorously, but what was surprising was that these flames were inaccessible to the little girl's body.

The sparks seemed to be pulled by some force and separated from the fire below. They were like small lamps, spinning in the sky.

The little girl at the stake stopped crying. She looked at everything around her curiously, and forgot her fear for a moment.

People held their breath, widened their eyes, and watched this magical scene.

More and more sparks separated from the fire below. The flames on the fire became weaker and weaker.

The sparks in the air flew for a while, merged with each other, and turned into the images of winged flame angels.

The angels sang around the little girl with laughter and sang holy songs together.

The fire under the stake gradually faded, and all the flames used to burn the girl turned into a total of twelve flame angels. These angels were lively and cute, singing and dancing around Scarlett. The scene became extremely hilarious.

There were bursts of cheers in the crowd!

The nun looked at the scene in disbelief. She looked at the flames and breathed rapidly and said, "Oh my God! Is this really the will of the god?"

"Well, in fact, it's not the case." Lance, who was holding her, shrugged: "It's just a small fire control trick. This kind of ordinary flame is not a clever witchcraft fire. Any wizard who is proficient in shaping spells can do it, let alone the disciples of Rainbow Island."

Catherine stared at him in a daze, as if she was looking at some monster.

"Miss Catherine, please don't be surprised. Please allow yourself to introduce yourself. I am Lance, and these guys are my companions. We come from afar, not here to make trouble." Lance said calmly: "But the ugly customs are really angered by both man and gods, so we couldn't help but take action."

After saying that, he shouted to the other side of the stolen rack: "Hey, Landry. Don't be too immersed in the play. Just stop after you have enough fun!"

Landry's figure suddenly appeared next to the stolen rack. He snapped his fingers gently, and the flame angel in the sky immediately disappeared without a trace.

The rope on the little girl's body automatically falls off.

The crowd at the scene immediately became excited, and they looked at the strange people who suddenly appeared in surprise, their minds were blank.

"Come here, little guy." Landry waved affectionately.

The little girl hesitated for a moment and walked over.

The man in white shouted in shock: "Who are you? How dare you interfere with the purification ceremony of the temple?!"

The black-armored swordsman walked towards Landry with great strides. He raised the sword in his hand high, but before he could rush to Landry and the little girl, a cold breath immediately covered his whole body!

A thin layer of ice armor hung on the black armored swordsman, and an incredible look appeared in his eyes.

The cold breath made him unable to move. He used all his strength to break free from the thin layer of ice.

The strange scene in front of everyone held their breath.

"He is a devil!" the man in white who had held the torch before shouted hysterically. His eyes were filled with fear.

Landry led the little girl toward him step by step.

"I am a devil?" Landry smiled contemptuously: "You murderer, actually have the face to say I am a devil?"

The man in white was so scared that he retreated repeatedly. He defended himself: "It is God's will to burn the devil to death, this is a purifying ceremony..."

"Absurd!" Landry waved his hand and a magic missile hit the man in white.

With a bang, the man in white had his front teeth knocked off and his face was covered with blood.

The knights who maintained order suddenly became riots, and they looked at Lord Lohart on the platform uneasy.

Lockhart came to the edge of the platform with a serious expression. He held the Scriptures high in his hand and recited a small passage of scriptures loudly.

A hot white light appeared on his head, and the white light slowly rotated, and eventually turned into the image of a swordsman of light.

"Destroy those heresies!" Lockhart said, pointing to Landry.

The Swordsman of Light lowered his head slightly, tapped his right foot, and immediately pulled out a long phantom and rushed towards Landry.

"Hmm? The magician?" Lance, who was beside him, had a lit up: "It's interesting."

PS: If nothing unexpected happens, there will be additional updates later today...
Chapter completed!