The Bishop of God walked towards the prison slave.
The prison slave's sword lay before him, and in his eyes was strangeness and hatred. The bishop looked into her eyes, almost forgetting the beautiful eyes of the former prisoner.
"Don't go!" Gu You stood in front of the prison slave and warned the bishop.
"Can you stop me? If I want to, I can kill you right now." The bishop's steps did not stop.
Gu You drew a circle in the air with his hands, the air condensed, and two transparent swords formed in his hands. He said to the bishop of God, "You can try it."
The Bishop of God spread out his hands, and a pale yellow light danced above them. Gu You took a step forward, and then his whole body leapt up.
The Bishop of God pushed Gu You, who was still in mid-air, with both hands, and a pale yellow ball of light reached Gu You in an instant. Gu crossed his swords, and the light ball struck the sword, creating countless shining stars that then dissipated. Gu You's sword turned blue as it struck, and the halo spread over his arm, and finally his body was enveloped in the halo.
"What is this?" The Bishop of God was a little incredulous.
Of course, Gu You himself didn't know what it was. He merely intended to use his sword to break the magic of the bishop of God. Gu You fell towards the Bishop of God, and his two swords drew down, leaving a blue trail as if it were a blue flame burning in the air.
The bishop raised one hand, and the sword struck into the air in front of him, creating a few blue sparks.
"No one can hurt me within the barrier I have made." "The Bishop of God said disdainfully.
Gu You drew his sword back and drew it again, but it still hit the invisible wall. The air between him and the bishop of God was completely frozen. With each stroke of the sword, the air that was struck was like water, twisting into waves and spreading out in all directions. Then, slowly, return to calm.
"I said that." The bishop chuckled, holding a pale yellow lightsaber in his hand, "within my barrier..."
Before he could finish his words, his hand had already gone through the transparent wall, and the sword in his hand pierced Gu You's throat.
"... No one can hurt..."
The movement was too fast, and Gu You had been trying to break through the wall, hardly paying attention to the bishop's movement.
The bishop did not utter the last word, and the smile on his face seemed to be frozen by his own barrier. The lightsaber in his hand, upon touching Gu You's body, shattered into pieces. He could hardly believe why Gu You could create an air barrier - he wasn't an air mage, and none of his friends could do such a spell.
Gu said to the bishop of God, "Me too."
He began to understand that the blue light on himself was also a protective wall, and it was always against him, more casual than the air wall of the bishop of God.
On the other side, Shi Zhu couldn't help but exclaim: "Gu You's mental power... It's really powerful."
The Bishop of God brushed past Gu You. For he knew that if both of them were protected by a barrier and there was no way to break through each other's defense, then all the time and effort spent would be in vain. He doesn't want to waste too much time on one person, but on the other.
Gu You took a few steps back to block the Bishop of the gods. He realized that the bishop was planning to attack his friend.
But the bishop of the gods seemed not to see anyone in front of him. With a slight movement of his finger, he charged straight at Gu You. No, it wasn't a collision, Gu You didn't feel anything, but the bishop's body had already passed through his own.
The bishop walked towards the prison slave, allowing Gu You to chase after him and strike him fiercely.
The prisoner took a few steps back.
Seeing the angry look in the prisoner's eyes, the bishop suddenly stopped and said to him, "Prisoner, do you really hate me that much?"
"Yes." The prisoner's words were firm and unquestionable.
"Is it true?" The Bishop of God asked again. He refused to believe that the words spoken by the prison slave came from the heart. He murmured to himself: It's false, it's false...
"It's true, I hate you!"
"Why?"
"Because we are enemies."
The bishop's tone became extremely sad. "Have you forgotten your days in the church? Have you forgotten that you always call me bishop brother?"
"No, I haven't forgotten." "Said the prisoner.
A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the bishop of God.
"But Bishop of God, do you not understand why I am in the church? Yes, you saved me when I was seriously wounded and on the verge of extinction. The church accepted me and gave me a comfortable environment. But I still remember that I am a monk of the earth, I belong to the Great China Empire, to the Zanghua Dynasty. And you told me something I shouldn't have known, that the church has been secretly hunting down my companions all along. Though I don't know why I'm here, how far it is from the earth, or how to get back. But I can't forget my identity and I can't stand by and watch you kill my companions."
A smile that had just appeared on the bishop's face was instantly buried by dejection.
The prisoner said to the bishop of God, "If you do not give up for one day, we will always be enemies. We did no harm to you, so why do you always push us to death? Tell me, will you give up?"
The bishop shook his head, his face turning cold again. His lips quivered, "No, never."
"Then go to death!" The candle raised its hand, summoned a ball of fire, and charged towards the Bishop of God.
With a gentle wave of the Bishop's hand, the ball of fire dissolves in the void. He said to the prison slave, "The former prison slave is dead. Who is this man?" Then he reached out his hand to the prisoner, and a lightsaber shot out from the tip of his finger.
The sound of air shattering, faint and weak.
There were many tiny cracks in the air around the arm of the bishop of God. The lightsaber in his hand flashed a few times and then vanished. A sense of unease welled up in him. The Bishop of God looked in disbelief at Gu You, who jumped in front of him to protect the prison slave, and he had actually broken through his air wall!
Gu You's sword shattered along with the air wall, and his hand reached out and seized the bishop of God's forward hand, then the other hand supported the Bishop of God's elbow. The bishop was still in astonishment and had no time to dodge. Gu You exerted his hands together, and after the crisp sound, the bishop's face showed a look of pain.
The bishop's hand was broken by Gu You.
Then Gu You gave a hard kick to the bishop of God in the abdomen. The bishop stepped back a long way, tripped over a protruding stone and fell backward. The fingers of the right hand were cramping because of the pain in the elbow.
The captain of the Undead warriors, standing not far away, sneered, raised his hand in the air and waved it forward. All the undead warriors began to come this way. Black undercurrents surge deep into the valley. Scattered footsteps, like thunder in the valley.
"Get out of here first." Gu You shouted to everyone, pulling the prison slave to run to the other side of the valley. He knew the power of the undead warriors, and if they attacked together, they would have little chance of winning.
Seven of them, all running towards the exit of the valley. But they knew that the speed of the undead warriors was also not to be ignored.
Something fell from the narrow sky at the top of the valley. It began with one drop, two drops, shining with holy light. More and more, falling on people's heads, shoulders, cheeks. A chill runs up and down the body.
It was darker in the valley. It's raining.
But the undead warriors did not chase Gu You and the others in time. A few undead warriors surrounded the sweaty Bishop of the gods, smugly pointing at the man lying on the ground.
The commander of the warriors looked at the seven men who had run far away and smiled, saying, "Let them run a little longer and we'll start chasing. Now, take a close look at this poor bishop and give him a little care."
A warrior of the dead stepped boldly on the bishop's right elbow, and the pained bishop opened his mouth and let out a long, mournful cry. The sound spread out along the mountain wall and went far.
Hearing that sound, the prison slave suddenly stopped and turned his head. Vaguely, he could see the white robe lying among the black crowd.
"Prison slave, go." Gu You still held the prisoner's wrist.
The prisoner kept looking at the white spot in the distance and said, "He once talked back to the captain of the Dead soldiers for my sake, and now his hand is broken. Those bastards will surely not let him have an easy time."
"Prison slave, hurry up! It's all in the past, forget it. Come on, come with me." Gu You shouted, pulling the prison slave to keep running. The prisoner's eyes kept looking behind, and tears slid down quietly.
Suddenly, the prisoner felt something tripping his feet, and before he could stand firm, he was dragged forward by the anxious Gu You. Instead of landing on the rough stone ground, he fell into a warm embrace.
Gu You held the prisoner in his arms as carefully as if he were protecting a child.
When the other friends turned around and saw the prisoner fall, they also stopped and stood there. Xuanling turned her face aside and pursed her lips tightly.
"Prison slave, are you okay?" Gu You, who usually frowns, became infinitely gentle at that moment.
"Gu You..." The prison slave shouted. Heartache, anguish, all came flooding up. For no reason at all, the prison slave threw himself into Gu You's arms and wept, leaving Gu You somewhat at a loss.
On the other side, a warrior of the dead lifted his foot and stomped hard on the head of the bishop of God. With a snap, the soles of the iron plates collided with the flesh.
The body of the undead warrior wobbled a few times, somewhat unsteady on his feet. His feet were held up by the left hand of the bishop of God, whose fingers gradually sank into the iron shoe and held it in a concave position.
"Bastard!" The cross slash of the Undead warrior popped out.
A mass of air exploded over the body of the Bishop of God, with a faint sound, and the air gushed out far away. The bishop rose from the ground and lifted his left hand into the air. And the dozens of undead warriors who were teasing him were blown up into the air by the blast. Before their bodies could fall, their black armor cracked into pieces and fell in pieces.
All the undead warriors took several steps back when they saw this scene.
The Bishop of the gods looked at the astonished legion commander with a fierce gaze, and a wisp of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. The previous spell had drained his spell power. And, without a protective wall made by his right hand, he himself took a little damage. Of course, these regimental commanders were not aware of it.
"Your Excellency the Bishop, you know what it would be like to kill me," said the legion. Though he said this, he was very afraid that the Bishop of God would risk his life to kill him.
The bishop of God said nothing and walked towards the ranks of the undead warriors.
The terrified undead warriors spontaneously parted on either side to make way out of the valley for the bishop of God.
The protagonist staggered through the gaps between the blacks. His vision has become somewhat blurred. It seemed that what was before him was not the Burial Dragon Valley, but a church with a gentle glow. There were many children in clean clothes, with garlands on their heads, chasing and playing.
He saw himself and came this way. The woman walking beside him, with an innocent smile on her face, was not a prison slave?
The prisoner, holding the thick scriptures in his arms, pouted his little mouth and said mischievously, "Brother Bishop, will I not preach this time?" Next time, next time, will you?"
And the man beside the prisoner said, "You always say next time. How could the Messenger of the Holy be like this? This time, you must speak for sure."
"But, but I'm nervous."
"Don't be nervous. I'll sit down and listen to you devoutly."
Passing by a child, the prison slave grabbed the child's head with his hand and said, "Brother Bishop, it is because of you listening down there that I am nervous."
The white-clad bishop said no more, with a clean, quiet smile on his face.
The illusion before my eyes was suddenly torn apart. Darkness took the place of everything.
A song seemed to be heard in the bishop's ears. The song was thick, deep. The soundtrack seems to blend into the endless darkness, evoking sadness and despair.
This is a funeral song.
All the beautiful memories must have been buried by time.