Book of Gods and Demons

Dark night, cold rain.

A large airship is like a giant shark in the deep sea, slowly flying under the thick black clouds.

Dozens of bright beams of light sprayed out from under the airships pod, tearing open the night and rain, and illuminating the center of the port camp where the Portusians were entrenched.

Raindrops the size of soybean grains slide across the beam of light, and the raindrops are dyed translucent by the beam of light, giving people a sense of chill like a knife inexplicably.

Men and women screamed like ghosts in the Portuse camp.

They rushed out of the camp, following the survival instinct handed down from their ancestors, with a small amount of household items, they wanted to escape in the dark.

Heavy horseshoes and noisy footsteps sounded in all directions. On a convertible four-wheel carriage, a large gas lamp bursts with azure-white strong light. After being reflected by a glass mercury concave mirror, it turns into a beam of light several feet in diameter and shines into the camp, illuminating the entire camp. Bright as day.

The cavalry of the brigade wields a sheathed saber, like a Demon God rushing out of hell, riding wildly in the night.

The scabbard was hit hard on the shoulders of the fleeing Portusians, and the sound of heavy blows spread far in the night, and the beaten Portuses let out a stern cry. Falling to the ground constantly rolling.

The cavalry shouted loudly and snarled roughly.

“Kneel down, kneel down!”

“Don’t run… asshole, kneel down!”

“Rebels kill, rebels kill! All Kneel down!”

A large number of Portusians were knocked to the ground in horror, and more people knelt on the ground.

all directions On the enclosed four-wheeled carriage, in the darkness behind the beam of light, a large group of fully armed soldiers beat the torch and surrounded the entire camp.

A wise man left his belongings and rushed to the pier at the pier in two steps, preparing to jump into the river and escape.

On the giant airship that was no more than a thousand feet above the ground, a series of giant bombs fell like pheasants laying eggs. A round bomb with a diameter of more than a thousand millimeters splashed a water column tens of feet high on the river surface, and then accompanied by a dull rumbling sound, a huge water column blasted two to three hundred feet high.

Several bright beams of light shone on the trestle bridge, and a few clever Portusians raised high hands and knelt down slowly with a panic expression.

Who dares to jump the river?

Who would dare?

Imperial Family Airship Battalions war airships were all used, and a series of at least hundreds of giant bombs were dropped when they met!

The cost of these bombs…

Several Portusians on the trestle wanted to cry.

They estimate by themselves, if they are killed, the life loss that Stuart IX asks for is at most one or two gold marks… But these huge bombs, the cost of a bomb How much do you want?

One bomb can replace a dozen of their bad lives, right?

why did it come to this?

What did they do?

What did they do?

Which eye-opening bastard touched the imperial princess’ ass on the street?

Even if this is the case, isn’t it?

The cavalry ran wildly in the camp, hit hard with sabers, and whips, and a large group of ordinary Portusians knelt on the ground with standing water, following the survival instinct handed down from their ancestors, everyone talking at once crying for mercy.

More organic, they pointed to the clansman next to them, and drew out the good things they had done these days without omission and in detail.

Who stole a wallet the day before yesterday.

Who grabbed the childs lollipop yesterday?

Who the day before yesterday was trying to plot against a girl in a small alley?

Who gathered clansman last month, sneaked into the home of a wealthy businessman, and was hunted down three streets by evil dogs?

There is no need for interrogation. In the face of such a big battle of encirclement and suppression, these Portusians took the initiative to confess and be lenient.

In the central part of the camp, in a sturdy warehouse, hundreds of strong and powerful young men closed the heavy warehouse door to put up a desperate struggle.

Those ordinary clansman are just petty thefts and commit a bit of rateless crime.

But these guys, they are the “backbone backbone” of the Lion’s Tail tribe. They have committed countless various serious crimes such as rape, robbery, kidnapping, extortion, and even human trafficking.

All clansman know the activities they have committed. These crimes are equivalent to the army medal in the tribe of the Portusse-the more serious crimes are committed, the position in the tribe. The higher, the higher the treatment!

According to the laws of the Durham Empire, if their charges are fulfilled, they will definitely be sent to the gallows!

If the judges who set the case were more’traditional’, they might enjoy the VIP treatment of the guillotine.

Dozens of old matchlock guns protruded from the narrow window of the warehouse, and a hysterical voice roared: “Asshole, we are innocent… We are innocent… We didn’t do anything… Benevolent Muteste…Look at these imperial dogs…They slaughtered the beloved…God!”

A row of twelve 100-caliber field guns pushed up from the rear, each The field guns were all illuminated in the center by a beam of light reflected from a four-wheel carriage.

There was a gunner holding a small torch and he slammed it against the fire door.

On a rainy day, the gunpowder was damp, and none of the twelve field guns was successfully activated.

On the ground, a major general wrapped in a poncho cursed a dirty word, raised the kerosene torch in his hand and moved towards the sky and shook it three times.

A giant airship flew over this warehouse, and ten giant bombs fell from a height of one thousand feet.

‘Boom’!

The earth trembled.

The entire warehouse was blown to shreds in a dazzling fire.

The major general who sent the signal gave a soft whistle: “It’s perfect…The bombing accuracy of this group of bastards today can be used in military university textbooks!”

On the outskirts of the camp, on a small hill, a team of night patrols from the Southern Suburb Police Station rode on their horses, staring blankly at the camp.

“Stuart IX, who is this offending?”

“It doesn’t matter who he offends…he and his clansman, it’s over…ha, this winter , The public security assessment of our branch should be good.”

“In other words, can we get more bonuses at the end of the year?”

A group of policemen laughed happily and some even sang Played a cheerful opera minor.

When King Stuart IXs Lion-tail tribe was destroyed, Vice Principal Michael Cairo, who was in charge of student affairs at Imperial Capital Fourth University, was busy in his studio.

As a well-known sculptor in the empire, Michele is famous for its magnificent female-body statues, especially the unclothed female-body statues. In the courtyards of many nobles and wealthy merchants of Imperial Capital, there are art treasures signed by Michaelo.

The light is brilliant, even the dazzling studio is over a hundred feet long and thirty feet wide.

It is quite messy here, with a large number of various stones and carving tools piled up, and there are huge pencil sketches on the wall.

Five girls from the fourth university, wearing extremely cool bust short sleeves, posed a beautiful pose on the round stage in the middle of the studio. The three girls were sitting on the round platform, stretching their bodies as hard as possible; two girls standing behind them, proudly puffed out their chests, highlighting their broad minds.

There is no trace of his body. Although he is old, the muscular Michelo is covered with shiny olive oil, and he circulates around a ten-foot-high rock.

He lifts the head from time to time and looks at the five girls who act as models, while using a pencil to draw a few strokes on the big stone in front of him.

Abruptly, he slammed the pencil to the ground, gasping for breath with his hands on his hips, cursing hysterically.

“Hammer, this bastard, an idiot who abuses his power… He actually made people arrest me to the police station for one day, one night!”

“Shame, What a shame…I have never been humiliated like this in my life in Mi Cairo!”

“Profanity, this is blasphemy…This is blasphemy of art…”

“I, Michelo, a world-renowned sculpture artist, the Principal of the respected Fourth University, and my character is famous throughout MiddleLand… I was arrested in the police station to ask for a statement!”

“Li Beng Le is bad… the empire has no future!” Michelo waved his hands and let out a roar of’deafening’.

Five girls looked at Mikaro full of smiles, they winked at each other, wondering if they could take the opportunity to have a deep exchange with Mikaro…For them, they have the title of master sculpture The Michelo is simply the god in their hearts!

They are definitely not for profit…but to pursue the essence of art!

‘dong, dong, dong’!

The heavy door of the studio was knocked, and the knock was heavy and penetrating. The rhythm of at a moderate pace highlighted the confidence of the knocker.

“get lost!” Michelle roared hoarsely: “Don’t disturb a noble soul’s pursuit of art! The farther you go, the better! Go!”

‘Boom There was a muffled sound, the door made of one-foot-thick oak board wrapped in one-inch-thick iron plate specially made by this studio of Michele, was shattered by an incredible force.

Countless fragments are like shotguns fired from field artillery, whizzing around with piercing noises, blasting a large number of stones stacked in a large space behind the door to pieces.

The huge noise made the five girls hiss and scream, and one by one fell on the ground like frightened quail.

Mi Cairo turned pale…this power…this violence…if he stood at the door just now, has he been shattered by these fragments?

Several middle-aged men wearing black uniforms and extremely serious expressions walked into the studio with a peculiar chill of rainy nights.

“Michelo, it has been verified that when you served as the dean of the Sculpture Department of the Fourth University 15 years ago, there were 27 pennies totaling 47,892 gold marks 15 pfennigs. 23 The whereabouts of Sus funding is unknown.”

“It is verified that after you became the Vice Principal of the Fourth University seven years ago, in your anonymous account with the United Bank of the United Kingdom of Nice, there are more than one hundred and 93 The origin of the immense wealth of two hundred 300,000 gold marks is unknown.”

“It is verified that you have seven properties and twelve estates in the Imperial Capital and surrounding provinces that have an ambiguous relationship with you. Under the names of nine women.”

“It has been verified that you are directly related to the inexplicable drop-out and disappearance of seventeen girls from the Fourth University in three years.”

“Please , Come with us.”

A middle-aged man stood in front of Michaelo and showed a hideous badge.

Nine Headed Snake glaring at him, this is the badge of the Imperial Supervision Department.

Michelo’s body trembled violently, his lower abdomen squirmed, and he couldn’t help but pee.

The five girls screamed in unison: “Muteste, kindness… It’s disgusting… It’s not decent!”