Shaman from Afar

Under the flames, the night is blood red!

The fight ... it started abruptly.

The church knights who guarded the Bayern Cathedral never noticed anyone approaching; it was not until the blaze of the explosion shattered the door of the church that these "guardians of the Holy Cross" woke up from their sleep, and more than half of them even hurriedly put on their armor. After fighting, they encountered raids and cultists.

The trembling roar sounded in the night, and the burning cathedral shook violently; the cult cultists covered by the fire shouted and roared, rushing from all directions like a fierce ghost crawling out of the flames, and immediately surrounded the entire large church.

The guards standing outside the gates have "devoted their lives" in the explosion. The remaining church knights pulled out their sabers and formed a thin array behind the church door to desperately intercept several times, and even ten times their heretics.

Suddenly facing a tide-like enemy, the church knights were frightened and frightened; they could only resist one side while striking the bell tower of the church and asking for help.

Although after the explosion, there is no need to do so ...

Because just like the abrupt start, the end of the whole battle is also very "sudden".

Without warning, even the church knights who didn't even have a bit of precautions didn't even have a gap between organization and assembly. The original raid quickly evolved into a one-sided slaughter ... in front of the enemy several times or even dozens of times. The single church knight has no chance of parry, and the elite of the hasty accumulation of small stocks will soon be "engulfed".

The blade's attack turned into a dying sorrow, which was torn apart before lifting;

The surging plasma stained the stairs red, and the bones of the broken limbs filled the temple;

In a blink of an eye, the burning cathedral was covered with corpses, and the panicked church knight could not even read the last prayer before falling down, and his dark pupil reflected one by one gritty figure stepping over the body.

Originally, this situation was simply impossible;

According to the rules of the church, each cathedral should have a certain number of vowed knights stationed and guarded, but the rules and the actual are always two different things-since the second generation of the Holy Cross Church completely ruled the imperial faith, the number of vowed knights will be Significantly reduced, no longer the "grand occasion" of the past.

Moreover, after wiping out the heretical beliefs and evil gods everywhere, the Holy Cross Church did not need to place the knight as a top force vow knight in this "big rear" ... Except that the cathedral of the imperial capital has retained a certain number, the rest are all stationed in Cut off the mountain fortress to resist the invasion of northern monsters.

The oath knights of the Holy Cross Church are decreasing day by day, which is no longer a gossip in the empire but a well-known "secret"; the "sword of oath" in the past "sword of war" has become a legend. Only heroes who have been around for more than a century can still have some impressions.

When the resistance was finally torn apart, the heretics and mercenaries quickly transformed from "humans" into real thugs, roaring and roaring and waving torches and weapons in their hands, pouring into every corner of the cathedral.

Fighting and roaring are fading and fading, but the tearing of the sword and the screams of the screaming continue-still in sleep, or those who have been awakened, priests, nuns, servants ... these thugs have long been There is no scrupulous, gruesome grinning, did everything they wanted in screams and howls.

The raging fire dyed half of Gaspar's face in red; the expressionless Governor Byrne looked up at the burning cathedral in front of him, and his calm eyes were mixed with unknown madness.

Crossing the blasted gate and the black corpses on the ground, Gaspar walked straight into the depths; the boots under his feet hit the floor, staining a dark red on the edges of the boots.

The sound of fighting and wrestling came from time to time, grinning and wailing one after another over the church; from time to time, mob wielding weapons passed by the governor, dragging a naked body behind him, twitching and moaning The nun or priest left a long bloodstain on the ground.

The flower bed outside the window was completely destroyed, and the holy pool was piled with naked bones that had been stripped off.

The prayer room became a place for feasting, and the Holy Table was full of people.

The expressionless Gaspar did not even look sideways, and went on to go deeper into the church without a word.

Until he reached the end of the corridor, Gaspar finally stopped and looked blankly at Bishop Bain, who was wearing a golden and red bishop robe and his eyebrows were gray.

When he saw that the old man was standing in front of him in horror and fear, and was clearly frightened by his legs, but still protecting the ordinary wooden door behind him, Gaspar bowed slightly.

He is somewhere.

"Surrender, then make way." Pulling the saber on the old man's shoulder, Gaspar's expression was unusually calm:

"Otherwise, I will let you, like those church knights, serve your Holy Cross in the kingdom of heaven."

The old palm gripped the walls on both sides, cold sweat on the palm and forehead, and the body under the Chinese clothing shook like a chaff.

"How dare you ... Gaspar Wien, how dare you ..." The old man's voice trembled uncontrollably: "Destroy the cathedral, kill the priest, believe in heretics ... Gaspar Wien, your awe Where is the heart? "

"Awe?"

With a contemptuous tone, Gaspar sneered and groaned as if chanting: "Oh ... Lord Bishop, why do you provoke you to scold? The believers get lost and gossip;

Blindly doctrine, no intention to save lives; the old Bishop, despicable ... hypocrite. "

"you?!"

"I am fully aware of your" great achievements ", Bishop Master-privately buying and selling priesthood, encroaching on the public realm belonging to the empire, lending with donations from believers ... In addition to the private bag, I have not forgotten to give myself in the church The illegitimate children arrange a fat shortage. "

"Seriously, do you really think that the" Blood Church "is just an accident? Or is it too rich and prosperous, the Principality of Bayern, so that you, the bishop of Arles, a poor country, blinded your eyes, making you think that here Can the nobles be blind to the corruption of the church and arrogant?

The startled and frightened old man didn't say a word, but shook even more.

"So, I will give you one more chance, Master Bishop ... Let this door open behind you, kneel in front of me and beg me to let you and your **** die, I might consider leaving you a way of life . "

The terrified old man could not even speak. He almost summoned the last bit of courage to raise his head and said in a prayerful tone: "Gaspar ... Lord Governor, in the name of the Holy Cross, I beg you ... the things behind this door are beyond your imagination, even if you kill me ... "

"On the contrary, I know everything about" that kind of thing "behind the door."

"What did you say ?!" The old man was in a trance for a moment.

"You are still deceiving yourself now, Master Bishop ..."

The bloodied military boots hit a crisp sound on the floor, and Gaspar approached step by step, standing in front of the old man, scornfully looking at the bloodless face:

"Is that weird? No, it ’s not weird ... you are actually very clear, are n’t you-instigating rebellion, joining heretics, these are already unforgivable crimes for me as Governor Byrne; if so, then why did I Will it do this? "

"Why did I not torch the cathedral, but appeared alone in front of you?"

Looking at those cold eyes ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The old man's eyes shudder:

"Crazy, rascal! You ... you don't know how terrible you are about to release ..."

"Goddess Brunhild, or ... the evil **** Brunnhild; you see, actually I know exactly what I am going to do." The smile on Gaspar's face gradually disappeared, leaving only the last coldness:

"The Turin family, the Jodd Chamber of Commerce, and you and the Bayern church behind you ... just because your steps forced me to retreat, since I will be hanged by you sooner or later, why not let go , Drag you to **** together? "

"Why do others get what I can't get?"

The sword edge passed, and Bishop Bain's face fell to the ground in horror. ...

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