Ye Wentian no longer paid attention to the Nightmare Emperor, raised his long knife and pointed at the statue of the Goddess of the Moon, and asked in an unprecedented tone: "Goddess of the Moon, is the will of these clerics your will?"

The statue was silent, without any fluctuation or answer, as if it could not hear him.

"I'll ask you one last time, have you seen their evil deeds?If you see it in your eyes, why don't you care?Is it true that in your eyes, the people of the eternal night are really domestic animals?" Ye Wentian's voice was louder, but his tone became colder and colder.

However, the statue remained still a stone statue, and there was no answer, only the few remaining priests shivered under the statue, trying to get the protection of the gods.

"Okay, then I'll take your acquiescence. This kind of temple, don't do it, this kind of true god, disrespect, Artemis, one day I will come to the divine realm to question you personally, you wait!" After speaking, Ye Wentian burst into the air with a loud cry, and the spiritual flames of his whole body boiled, and with monstrous anger, he slashed out a domineering sword.

The sword slashed, and the statue of the moon god clicked and trembled, and half of its body slipped and collapsed, falling to the ground with a bang.

Both the clergy and the Nightmare Emperor looked stupid, cutting off the idol, this courage is really heavenly!

"Ah, kill him, kill him!" all the Templars went mad and killed ← flood.

"Kill them all, not a single one!"

Ye Wentian suddenly turned around, put away his knife, and left with a cold face. Only the blood-colored angel who slowly raised the cross sword behind him was left.

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Outside Orlan City, under the command of Ye Wentian, millions of civilians in the surrounding area all gathered here, these people were ragged and even unclothed, their faces were frightened, but their eyes were a little dull, and they squatted on the ground with huddles, not even daring to stand up.

After years of slavery and oppression, they have become numb, dead and exploited, which is the eternal theme of their lives.

At this time, Ye Wentian captured Orleans City, in their opinion, it was just a change of master, and there was no difference at all.

The only thing they hoped for was that the new masters of Orleans would not slaughter them in honor of victory.

On the city wall, Xiang Shaowu, Long Yuming and others were silent, hearing is better than seeing, seeing these civilians cowering and fearful, in addition to lamentation, there is also uncontrollable anger in their hearts, is this the eternal night?

Since there isn't, let it break!

Ye Wentian stood at the highest place at the head of the city, took a deep breath, and his voice shook for hundreds of miles like a flood of bells and great lu: "I know that you have been tormented in the hell of blood and fire in the past, I know that you have been cruelly oppressed by bloodthirsty devils in the past, and I know that your past life was dark!"

Millions of civilians are still cowering, unable to understand what Ip Mantian is going to do, and they are used to despair, and they have lost their sensitivity to hope.

"But!" Ye Wentian's voice changed, "From now on, everything will be a thing of the past, the eternal night will eventually fade, you can also stand under the light, and you can also regain the dignity that belongs to human beings!"

Although Ip Mantian's tone was impassioned, people still didn't react, because what Ip Mantian said was so strange to them, what does it mean to be bright, dignified, and really exist?

Is it really numb to this kind of process?

A flash of anger flashed in Ye Wentian's eyes, and he suddenly pointed at the halberd in the crowd and shouted, "Have you any relatives been brutally tortured and killed?

He casually changed the direction and pointed again, and his voice became stronger: "And you, do you have any daughters who have been abused/humiliated?

"Have you forgotten the baby's terrible cry?"

"Have you forgotten the old man's helpless cry?"

"Have you forgotten the demon's rampant laughter?"

"Have you forgotten?"

"How can you forget jì!" A question resounded throughout the audience, shocking, and the last sentence was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the powerful soul fluctuations swept the audience, and even the people next to them felt irresistible.

At this moment, in an unprecedented rage, Ye Wentian's sea of souls suddenly boiled, the soul suppression card bloomed with ten thousand rays of light, and the soul power surged with rage, and the strength increased significantly.

The roar was still there, and the echo echoed across the plain, echoing in everyone's ears.

Not long after, there was a sudden sound of crying in the crowd, like a spark spreading rapidly, more and more densely, and people kept kneeling on the ground to hide their faces and cry bitterly.

Ip Mantian's questioning, like a sharp sword, pierced into their hearts, smashing their numb shells, revealing their scarred and almost dried "hearts".

They didn't forget it, they just buried it deep in their hearts, until they fell into the abyss of eternal night with themselves.

Seeing the ocean of crying in front of him, Ip Man Tiancai breathed a sigh of relief, despair is not terrible, what is terrible is numbness, once a person is numb, it is really hopeless.

Everything that needs to be said has been said, and what is needed now is action.

Ip Man Angel gave a look, and Long Yi immediately understood, jumped off the city wall with a baron, and stood in front of the crowd.

"In this baron's backyard, a total of one hundred and sixty-three skeletons have been dug up, and these skeletons, some of them are your children, some of them are your children, and some of them are your relatives and friends.

The baron's luxurious robe was covered with mud, his face was bruised and bruised, and he roared as he struggled: "Let go of me, let go of me immediately, I am Baron Roya, if you dare to hurt me, sooner or later you will be trampled into meat sauce by the iron hooves of the eternal night!"

The civilians in the front row stopped crying, looked at Baron Roya, and immediately showed a look of fear, and retreated.

Luo Ya roared: "And you cattle, dare to rebel against your master, you wait and see, when you retake Orran City, you will all be slaughtered, and not a !! will be left."

Hearing Roya's threat, the people were even more frightened, and some even fell to the ground.

"Remember, he is your enemy!" Ye Wentian snapped, Long Yi suddenly forced, grabbed Luo Ya's hair and lifted him up, swinging his palm like a knife and falling fiercely, blood splattered, and his entire arm was cut off shoulder to shoulder.

"Ah, my hand, you dare to hurt me, you, ah!" the scream continued, the other hand was ripped off, Baron Roya's painful features distorted, and his eyes almost bulged out.

Seeing this scene, all the civilians trembled with fear, and the baron, who was once as high as a god, had fallen to such an end.

Ye Wentian's face turned cold, and he pointed at Baron Luo Ya, his voice was as sonorous and powerful as an iron, full of irresistible power: "Now, the time for revenge has come, kill him!"