Zhou Qian was just lying on the cross.

Her hands and his feet were tied to the cross.

I don’t know what material the cross is made of, but it looks like a bronze color, exuding a rust smell.

Zhou Qian's face was very pale, but she didn't look hurt. It is estimated that the Holy See also no need to ravage her. Anyway, she had to burn her to death with the cruelest method. Rape would only make her numb to the pain.

The four people fought Zhou Qian very seriously, and the judging priests around him were talking about something. Zhao Gangqing knew the transaction very well, so he naturally knew what they were talking about, so he followed him and did not reveal the truth.

"This is a sinner!"

When Zhou Qian was carried to Beiruka, Beiruka raised her hand, pointed at Zhou Qian, and shouted loudly, "She is the representative of the evil god in the world. She wants to fight against the great glory of my God with his weak power, but the result can only be that she is purified by the light of my God!!"

"ah!!"

All those who knelt next to the temple shouted loudly to the sky.

Beruka continued to recite some words there, but Zhao Gangqing squinted his eyes and observed the situation around him.

Time passes by minute by minute.

Beluka quickly finished all the lines in righteous words. Then, the four big men carried Zhou Qian to the firewood pile in the center of the platform, and then inserted the cross into the middle of the firewood pile.

At this time, Zhao Gangqing could really see Zhou Qian's face clearly.

Zhou Qian's face was very calm and determined.

She was not sad because she was about to be burned to death after a while. She seemed to have become the Buddha who had already seen through all things in the world. For her, the stolen might even be another kind of liberation.

This is the second time that Zhao Gang-ling has seen this kind of relief from a person's face.

The first time was on the face of the bandit.

"What else do you have to say, pagan!"

Caesar stood in front of Zhou Qian, holding a long sword in his hand, and pointed the sword head at Zhou Qian's neck.

Zhou Qian looked at Caesar calmly and said, "One day, people will discover the darkness in you, and you will eventually be swallowed by the darkness in you, and I am waiting for you below."

After saying that, Zhou Qian looked around everyone present.

When Zhou Qian saw Zhao Gangling, she paused slightly, but she quickly changed her gaze.

"The light of God of Dawn will eventually purify all the filthy things in this world. Please wait and do your own things."

After saying that, Zhou Qian closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Caesar smiled, took the sword back into the scabbard, then turned to Beluka and said, "His Majesty the Pope, there is still one minute before the execution."

"Get ready."

Beruka nodded and looked around.

No house around is taller than this temple, and the house closest to the temple must be dozens of meters away. Zhao Gangling really came here?

Zhao Gangliang looked at Beluka and Caesar expressionlessly. The best way now is naturally to control Beluka, then hold Beluka hostage and take Zhou Qian away. However, Zhao Gangliang could not make up that decision, because in the faint feeling, he always seemed to have a sense of crisis.

That sense of crisis stopped myself and prevented myself from controlling Beluka.

Zhao Gangliang believed in this sixth sense very much, because it was this magical sixth sense that really saved him many times.

So Zhao Gangliang didn't make any noise. He needed to wait for Niu Yinlong outside to make any noise before he could take action.

In the blink of an eye, there were only thirty seconds left.

Zhao Gang is not arrogant or impatient. Since Niu Yinlong said he would help him, he would definitely help him, and it would be useless to be anxious.

Just when there were only twenty-three seconds left, a muffled sound suddenly came from the outside, through the ground, and some gravel fell from the entire ceiling because of this muffled sound.

"What's going on?!"

Beruka asked with a frown.

"His Majesty the Pope, someone attacked the Pope's Palace!"

A priest rushed to Beruka and said anxiously.

"Attack the Papal Palace?!"

Beluka looked at the priest in shock and said, "Who is it?"

"It's not clear yet, but the opponent's number is large. Our mercenaries have been completely repelled around the Pope Palace and are suppressed by the opponent to a very small range." The priest said.

"Send someone to reinforce immediately."

Beiruka ordered, "It must be Zhao Gangling, Caesar, bring a few priests of the ruling and some people below to block Zhao Gangling. Remember, if there is no way to kill Zhao Gangling directly, lead him here!"

"yes!"

Caesar received the order and left with several priests of the ruling.

Zhao Gangliang felt that he was lucky, at least Caesar didn't get a grudge when he was slapping people.

As soon as Caesar left, less than fifteen people were left on the entire platform.

Among these less than ten people, one was Beruka, the other was Zhao Gangling himself, four people carried the cross, and nearly ten priests of the Judgment.

"You can't give Zhao Gang too many incidents, and you will be executed immediately." Beluka ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes, His Majesty the Pope."

A man who looked like Caesar's deputy bent down, then walked to the firewood and pulled out a stick tied with a cloth strip stained with alcohol from the ground. Then, the man lit the stick and threw it at the firewood.

Zhou Qian looked at the burning wooden stick flying to her feet coldly, and she felt neither sad nor happy.

She has lost everything, and today she has lost her life. In her opinion, she actually feels perfect.

No, it was not perfect!

A figure suddenly appeared in Zhou Qian's heart.

It was that person who caused his family to be destroyed, but he did not hate him at all.

For some reason, the figure of that man always appears in Zhou Qian's mind from time to time.

Zhou Qian sighed, cleaned up all the things in her mind, then looked at the wooden stick that was on fire, and then... was caught by one hand.

This hand appeared very suddenly, so fast that no one could react.

Zhou Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, she couldn't believe that the figure of that person appeared in her mind, and that person actually appeared.

Is this a miracle?

Or are you dreaming?

If it weren't for the fact that his hands could not move, Zhou Qian really wanted to reach out and pinch her face.

The man who reached out to grab the torch did not turn around like a hero and said to Zhou Qian that there was me in everything. He didn't even look at Zhou Qian, but turned around and rushed towards Beiruka.

It all happened in the middle of a flash.

Beluka was a little surprised. What surprised him was why the priest of the ruling suddenly rushed out. When he saw the priest of the ruling rushed towards him, he understood something.

The person in front of me is Zhao Gangliang!

Beluka stared at Zhao Gangliang, although surprised, but she did not retreat!

If he does not retreat, he must have something to rely on.

Zhao Gang-ling knew that he had something to rely on, but he had to rush.

Because it is very likely that success or failure will be achieved in one fell swoop.

Zhao Gangliang's speed is extremely fast.

He rushed to Beiruka like a flash of lightning.

The flames in his torch seemed to be unable to keep up with Zhao Gangling's speed, and dragged a long fire dragon behind Zhao Gangling.

Zhao Gangliang stretched out his hand and grabbed Beruka's neck.

Beruca still does not dodge.

Seeing that Zhao Gangli was about to catch Beluka, suddenly, a sense of crisis suddenly jumped up from Zhao Gangli's feet, passed through his thighs, passed through his stomach, and entered his heart.

This sense of crisis strongly made Zhao Gang-rye's hair stand up all over his body.

Zhao Gang-rye turned his head and saw a man wearing a mask like him appear beside him.

The man held a dagger in his hand and stabbed himself at the wrist that was grabbing Beruka.

The speed is very fast! If Zhao Gangyan doesn't hide, his dagger will inevitably cut his wrist and may even cut off the entire wrist.

There were countless methods flashing through Zhao Gangliang's mind instantly, but none of these methods could allow Zhao Gangliang to protect his hands while capturing Beruka.

So, Zhao Gang hid!

His hand moved an inch to the side.

The dagger fell to nothing, and Zhao Gang's hand was also empty.

When Zhao Gang-ling turned around and wanted to continue to catch Beluka, the man in the golden mask was already standing between Beluka and Zhao Gang-ling.

Zhao Gangli squinted his eyes and looked at the dagger.
To be continued...