Give Me the Name of God

　　 The carnival lasted until dawn. Most of the people went home with joy. A small number of people who knew Guatel fell asleep in his carpenter's workshop.

　　Guattle was squeezed out of the door, holding the wine jar, slumbering, and sleeping soundly.

　　 A man wearing the robe of the **** punishment monk, with a hood, came silently in front of Guatel, raised his dagger and stabbed it down.

boom!

　　 With a muffled noise, the knife pierced into a rotten piece of wood beside Guatel.

　　 The dagger was released, and the "monk" had dropped several fingers.

　　 He neither felt pain nor surprised, but quickly drew the saber from his waist and pointed it at Guatel's neck again.

　　 The saber stabbed, and an invisible force cut off the hand of the "monk", and his hand fell to the ground along with the sabre.

　　 The "monk" stood still, and at the door of the quiet carpenter's workshop, two inaudible voices came one after another.

　　 "Lord Knight, let this poor child go, he just escaped from the Grim Reaper."

　　 "Sergeant sergeant, you are ungodly when you speak this way. How can the god-punisher admit the existence of the **** of death?"

　　 "Without Pluto and Death, why would anyone be able to control the power of the dead? Belief and existence are two different things. Why should we argue about this kind of thing?"

　　 "Then we will argue about another matter, do you think Pluto will take this child away today?"

　　 "I can't figure out the intentions of the **** of death, but I know the Lord does not want this child to go."

　　 "Then it depends on the wishes of the two gods."

　　 Some waste wood was piled up outside the carpenter's workshop. Two more "monks" drilled out of the waste wood pile, and they rushed to Guatel with daggers.

　　 Two beams of light struck, cutting off the right hands of the two "monks" respectively, and the dagger fell to the ground.

　　 Holy Light, the third-order skill of God's Punishment Warrior.

　　 Stanley hiding in the dark whispered: "Darkness."

The carpenter’s workshop was plunged into absolute darkness. Larne could not judge the location of the living corpses. He could use the holy light to break the darkness briefly, but when he saw the three living corpses clearly, they were afraid that they had already chopped off Guatle’s head. .

　　 Without any time to think, Rahn let out a low groan.

　　 "Woo-the love of the Lord."

　　The fourth-order skill of God's Punishment Warrior-chanting and groaning, Stanley felt his chest tremble, and his heart was about to be shattered. When his mind loosened, he lost control of the living corpse.

　　 "Sergeant sergeant, do you want to kill everyone here?"

　　 "Lord Knight, you despise me too much. That is the chant I gave you. Only you can hear it."

　　 As he spoke, the darkness dissipated, and the three living corpses surrounded Guatel, each extending his left hand to Guatel's forehead.

　　 At the same time, Stanley bit his thumb and wiped a blood stain on his face from the center of his brow to the tip of his nose.

　　 The fourth-order skill of Hades believers-to lead the way, he wants to send Guatle's soul directly to the underworld.

　　Rain had no way to restrain this skill. He started singing again. The low melody made Stanley unable to concentrate. Seeing Guatell's soul left his body, he slowly retracted.

　　 stalemate for a moment, Stanley gasped: "Shall we fight to the end like this?"

　　Rain's breath is fairly even: "I don't want to, but I'm not afraid. You have just finished your promotion, and I should be the one who wins in the end."

　　 "I came here, if I don't kill this little guy, I will be in big trouble."

　　 "Everyone has to face troubles, and I have to bear the sin of private heresy. Rather than being worse than anyone here, we should end this senseless struggle sooner."

　　 "Do you think I will leave easily?"

"If you don’t leave, I’ll wake up everyone here. I can leave as soon as you have to clean up the corpses. Many people know that you are a believer in Pluto. I can't clean it."

　　 After a short silence, Stanley left the carpenter's workshop with the living corpse.

　　 He is not worried about leaving evidence, nor is he worried that the Viscount will be implicated. The Viscount always has a way to put the blame on the divine punishment.

　　 His only concern is the difference in strength.

　　 He has just finished his promotion, and Rahn has already practiced more than half of the fourth-tier road. The gap is quite astonishing.

　　 Let Guatel live for a while, the God Punisher can't always protect this stupid boy, he can always find a chance to start.

　　……

　　Guattle woke up in thirst. He opened his eyes to search for the pitcher, only to find that he had returned to a familiar place.

　　 fences, shackles, leather whips, these are just the most common existence.

　　 An interrogation chair full of nails, an eggshell-like head shredder, an iron funnel used to pour boiling water, and wooden boots that can crush ankle bones...

　　 When these instruments of torture appeared in front of them one by one, Guatell immediately screamed.

　　 This is a dream, it must be a dream.

　　 He closed his eyes and opened them fiercely. These **** instruments of torture are still in front of him.

　　 These are not dreams, those were dreams last night, I have never left the dungeon.

Guatel cried loudly. In the past, the monk guarding the dungeon would use a wooden stick to teach him to shut up, but today the red-haired monk was very patient. he.

　　 "Do you want to go home?" asked Larn in a monk's robe.

　　 "Yes!" Guatel cried and nodded.

　　 "If you go home, I will grab you into the dungeon tomorrow."

　　 "Then I won't go back." Guatle cried again.

　　 "I have a place where I can live well. As long as you don't leave there, you don't have to go back to the dungeon. Do you want to go?"

　　 "Yes!" Guatel wiped his tears.

　　 "You must not leave there, as long as you take a step, you will immediately return to the dungeon, remember?"

　　……

The "Guatl incident" is over, but the business in the tavern is still booming. Merchants and farmers passing by the temple will always come in for a drink and share the story of the people who fought against the punishment. By the way, they bought a can of wine and dedicated it to the **** of war, Ari. S.

　　 Hearing that Guatle had been released, Manda was feeling the wisdom of the punishment, and suddenly saw Toka walking over in panic.

　　 "Boss, the time is up, Ogg started talking about those who don't understand."

　　 Manda was surprised: "So early? Where's Worm?"

　　 "He is making wine, I dare not look for him."

　　 "I'm going!" Manda jumped out of the counter and ran all the way to the back door. Suddenly, the door panel crashed down, pressing Manda underneath.

　　 Ogg stepped on the door panel and walked into the hall, and walked to the corner table under everyone’s gaze~www.wuxiahere.com~ Manda crawled out from under the door panel, took a deep breath and said, "That's okay."

　　 Sitting in the corner is the drunk Millow, who is sleeping on the table.

　　 Ogg sat opposite him, picked up a glass of wine, and poured it on Millow’s head.

　　 Manda closed his eyes and began planning Ogg's funeral.

　　 According to Millow's logic, this is an offense to him. He would immediately drew his sword and smashed Ogg on the spot.

　　Millow woke up and looked straight at Ogg, the red wine flowing down his hair to his face.

　　 Ogg looked at Millow, and said solemnly: "You know, the great prophet gave me instructions that he wants to give me more power, but I don't know how to get that power."

　　Millow licked the red wine on his face and picked up a wine can.

　　 Manda calmed down a bit, it seemed that Millow just wanted to beat Ogg.

　　 "Take this wine and give it to the prophet, and he will give you strength."

　　 Ogg said in amazement: "Is it too shabby with only one can of wine?"

　　Millow smiled and said, "Titan is so merciful. Go ahead."

　　 After speaking, Milo fell asleep on the table again.

　　 Manda was surprised by Milo's tolerance, and suddenly heard the guests cheer.

what's the situation? He remembered that Helena performed a crazy performance when she was drunk, but the cheers didn't seem to be so strong at the time.

　　 The guests stood up one after another, Manda squeezed to the door with difficulty and saw an innocent face.

　　 "Can you let me in?" Guatell asked loudly.

　　 "Of course," Manda nodded, "please go inside."

　　 "Thank you!" Guatel saluted, drooling over Manda's face.