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As the sun of the Lord of Dawn vanished, Suren, the goddess of the moon, took over the sky.

Under the bright moonlight, a hideous trace more than 100 meters long was deeply imprinted in the forest, exposing the black clay containing nutrients, and the airship fell crookedly at the front of the trace.

After all, moonlight is not sunlight, and no matter how bright it is, it can't give people a sense of security, especially those in the wilderness, so the three players and Burns lit a campfire, and the aroma of barbecue wafted from the warm light.

It is incredible that the pilots of the airship exclusive to the church are really skilled, and when they lose their buoyancy and a propulsion device, they can control the airship to land safely, and there are no casualties on the whole ship.

Although this airship did not fall headlong, it also taxied in the forest for more than 100 meters before stopping, and such a violent landing was replaced by a real aircraft, even the strongest plane would have been shattered to the ground, and the airship itself was not seriously damaged.

can only shout that this is unscientific...... Well, but magical.

However, no matter how much magic you do, it can't just say a few spells to get it off again, and the three airship maintenance crews are desperately trying to repair it, because one more minute of their stay here will be more dangerous.

The attack of the Feathered Serpent and the existence of the inner ghost all prove that the airship was premeditated, but I don't know who did it, and I don't know when the other party will show its fangs.

Maintenance personnel reported that at least the airship could not be repaired before dawn rose, and it was said that some of the parts inside were also problematic, and they needed to check what exactly they were one by one, and that the airship was running out of energy!

Obviously, they had checked that the energy was full before they set off, and only after they fell did they find that the energy was barely enough to reach Yamen, which was obviously the result of being calculated.

To ensure your safety before dawn and avoid being caught off guard. Three players and Burns set up a bonfire outside, and the other two paladins stayed with the priest holding the Dawnstone in case something happened.

An Yizhi nibbled on the chicken thighs that his wife had pickled and roasted with his own hands, and glared at Liu Lina with eyes that he thought were very fierce, but the latter didn't care, ignoring the gaze that An Yizhi shot at him, and chatted with Lin Linglin in a whisper, bursting out with a low chuckle from time to time.

Little girl, eat my chicken and soak my sister, one day I'm going to make you cry!

He thought hatefully, threw the chicken bones into the fire, and then reached out and tore off a chicken wing to continue eating.

"Mr. An, the effect of the dance light technique is almost there"

Hearing the reminder, An Yi pointed and looked around, and the ball of light arranged 10 meters away was a little dim. He hurriedly found out the fragments of the chapter of plastic energy and filled it again.

These white orbs of light can illuminate a large area around them, reducing the chance of being attacked. Besides, it's just an F-level skill anyway, and this bit of mana consumption is just a drop in the bucket for An Yizhi.

Burns held a wooden plate in his hand, and the roast meat still smelled tempting, but he had little appetite.

A series of events made him smell of conspiracy, and a feeling of impending rain made him unable to eat anything.

There are many enemies in Los Angeles, and the paladin who becomes the Lord of the Dawn means that he will fight evil to the end and never compromise. Burns was aware of this.

But there is consciousness and there is consciousness, before a big war comes, there are only nervous people and these players who will not die no matter how they do.

Knowing what this NPC was thinking, An Yizhi opened his mouth and asked:

"Do you have any clue about the ghosts inside the church?"

"There are some, but it's unlikely to ......"

Burns smiled wryly with anger and incomprehension, and he couldn't even think further than the fact that there were traitors within the church he had always believed he relied on.

Only a handful of people knew about the transfer of the Dawnstone, not even the crew members who were repairing the airship, they only knew that a few members of the Church were going to Amen, and none of the others.

Removing the few people present who carried out the mission, the other people who knew were all high-ranking members of the church, and no matter which of them was the traitor, it would be a huge loss for the church.

This means that all their actions may be clearly seen by unknown enemies, and every purification against evil may be a pawn deliberately abandoned by the other party, how can this not make the righteous Burns angry?

"How are pastors selected within the church?"

"What do you mean?"

"Okay, my question is a little wrong, I'll put it another way"

Clearing his throat, Ann threw away the chicken bones with one finger and looked into Burns's surprised eyes:

"How does the Lord of Dawn guarantee the loyalty of his priests? Of course, if my question is confidential please when I didn't ask, I don't mean to be offended."

"It's not a secret, it's an open secret."

Burns gently stroked the emblem on his chest, which was his glory:

"The gods use the emblem to observe the things around the priest and the holy warrior, and everything I do is under the watchful eye of my lord."

Is there any human right here? Did the priests dare to do something unspeakable, while Losanda was watching......

Not knowing that Ann had turned the god's brain into a voyeur, Burns continued:

"Some pastors preach that their gods are omnipotent and omniscient, but this is not the case"

"You won't be blamed by the Lord of Dawn for saying that?"

"Hehe, Mr. An, I'm just telling you the truth. Our Lord does not punish his followers for honesty, but it is a noble virtue."

Ann pouted with a finger, honesty is a virtue, but our protagonist is far from the word virtue.

"My Lord is in charge of the Endless Morning Light, and He makes the sun stretch across the sky, otherwise the world will be plunged into the endless darkness of the Night Lady. But even so powerful is beyond the reach of our lord, and he cannot prevent the night from coming, and whenever the sun sets, the tricks of the night will escape the sight of my lord."

In other words, as the ruler of the morning light, Loshanda's control over the priests under him will be minimized at night. But it doesn't make sense, even if the control is reduced, isn't Luoshanda still able to supervise his every move through the Holy Emblem? If someone had defected, it should have been discovered a long time ago.

There was a question in his heart, and Ann pointed to Burns, who also asked the same.

"I don't know how traitors blind our lord, I've heard that some mages have secret methods that disturb the perception of gods, but it's just legends, and even if it's true, mages with such powers won't have the idea of attacking holy relics, because they know that the loss projection is not a threat to our lord, but will anger the whole church."

Burns's judgment was not denied, he had idealized the human mind too much, and if Ann was an enemy of Losanda, then he would be happy to see it as long as he caused trouble for the church in Loshanda, no matter how big or small the threat was.

"Being able to manipulate such a large number of Feathered Serpents, do you have any idea who the enemy is?"

"There are too many, the Church of the Evil God, the Demon Worshippers, the Criminal Organization, there are so many enemies of ours, I really can't think of who they are for a while, but I can command so many Feathered Serpents, in addition to those nature-loving neutral forest druids, there must be a powerful spellcaster"

The god Losanda is jealous and hateful, and whether he provokes him or not, he will want to destroy it when he sees evil. Moreover, he does things without regard for the consequences, or at least without brains. As long as the blood is up, he can do anything to destroy evil.

This character not only makes him easily gain a large number of evil enemies, but even many gods in the neutral and even Shan Liang camp don't like him very much.

He is naïve, impulsive, acts aggressively, and cannot tolerate any evil.

The other good and neutral gods in the same camp are mostly theorists who can talk but not move, or they are moderate, and although they want to destroy evil in the same way, they prefer to come gradually.

Unlike Loshanda, he is an extreme activist who has always been on the cusp of the storm, resulting in a displeasure at both ends. This incident may have been caused by a non-evil god who was ostensibly in the same camp, and he might have been disgusted.

Having said that, Luoshanda's popularity is so sad, and he can still live chic, which shows from the side that the strength of this product is indeed strong, and it is excessively strong, which once again proves the concept that An Yizhi believes in.

- Big fists are the last word.

"Don't think about it if you can't think about it for the time being, just adding trouble won't change the status quo. I have a friend whose personality is similar to that of the Lord of the Dawn that you believe in, and they are both so persistent and jealous and hateful. I think he might like your teachings and introduce them to you another day? ”

"Thank you, you're right"

Burns relaxed a little, and he smiled and said:

"If your friend really agrees with the teachings of my lord, I think I will have a good time with him."

The righteous idiot and the righteous idiot god, these two are a perfect match.

"Won't you try this roast chicken? It's not that I blow it, my wife's craftsmanship is amazing, and I haven't really eaten anything better."

boasting so harshly in front of outsiders, even the indifferent Lin Linglin was a little embarrassed, she smacked An and continued to chat with Liu Lina.

Hearing An Yizhi say this, Burns, who has slightly let go of the burden in his heart, is also a little hungry, unlike players who are purely addicted, these NPCs can't do without eating, they will really starve to death.

The flavor of the sauce and the luscious gravy of the chicken bloom on the tip of the tongue, feeding back the brain with delicious information.

Chewing on the chicken, Burns actually shed a tear!

Damn, no, it's so delicious that I cry? What the hell did you eat before?

"I'm sorry, Mr. An, I lost my temper"

It's not just a gaffe, you don't have a big man who eats a roast chicken and tears in his eyes, right?

Wiping away tears, Burns said nostalgically:

"The roast chicken made by Miss Ling Weiran reminds me of the old days when I took risks with my companions before I joined the church."

Liu Lina, the gossip maniac, heard that there must be a story in it, and sat down in front of Burns excitedly:

"Can you elaborate on that?"

"Nothing is not good, very boring story"

After a little recollection, Burns said:

"I was born in a small town near Canso City, and my father was the captain of the town's militia, so I learned a few swordsmanship in elementary school, and at the age of eleven or twelve I followed my father to deal with wild beasts that ran near the town. When I grew up, I didn't want to stay in the town and be a militia for the rest of my life, so I said goodbye to my father and came to Canso City to become an adventurer, and the most delicious food we could eat in the wild was barbecue ......"

With a warm-colored bonfire, the story of Burns slowly unfolds.