Dust of History Chapter 5: Destroy

The body of Bishop Ronis was placed in the cathedral by the priests. From the moment he was discovered to the present, the white magic cast on him by the distraught priests was enough to heal a thousand dying people. But the horrible blood hole on the neck, and the knife on the vest that almost reached the heart, have been turned into miserable blue blood by the poison and strong curse. These are all strongly stating that this respected old man is really and completely dead, even if he has 10,000 times more magic power, it will be in vain.

"It's him?" Captain Roland frowned with a pair of slender eyebrows. The appearance of the number one swordsman in the empire does not have the fortitude and sharpness of any warrior, but the light shining in those star eyes is better than any peerless famous sword. Looking at the dead body of Bishop Ronnies, the terrible scars and blood on the body, his voice and body trembled slightly.

"All of us outside saw it." An old pastor was tearful and choked up. The few old priests who are now staying in the cathedral are crying, and their grief and anger are extreme. There was already a cry outside the cathedral. Bishop Ronis has been in charge of the Academy of Magic for more than forty years. It can be said that the current status of the Academy of Magic in the empire was established by him alone. Everyone in the Magic Academy paid great respect to this old man, and in many people's minds, he was simply the incarnation of God. But now he was despicably assassinated.

Captain Roland didn't ask any more questions. At that time, there were at least a hundred clergymen in the cathedral outside. They all dare to swear in the name of God that the priest rushed out from here covered in blood, knocked down several people and rushed out of the Magic Academy. With so many and so devout witnesses, the matter needs no further proof.

"We also found this in the study." A priest took out the arrest warrant carefully prepared by Cuthbert, which was already stained with blood. But the portraits and text are still very clear, enough to explain everything.

The Duke, who had been silent all this time, was already in tears, and his sadness did not give way to the priests. He suddenly asked, "Has anything strange happened to the Bishop recently?"

An old pastor immediately came to his senses and said, "That's right. His Excellency Bishop Ronnies had been there two days ago, but the spy was not there at the time. His Excellency just talked with Sandro, the old man who guarded the corpse. In terms of time, I still seem to hear the bishop is angry. Then when the bishop came out, I saw that his face was very bad, and he has been bored for the past two days... and this happened."

My lord duke's voice was already a little choked up with grief, but more of it was grief and anger. "We must catch those **** from the Necromancer Guild as soon as possible," he burst out forcefully, "We must avenge the bishop."

The sadness and anger of the Duke immediately infected the people around him. The long-exhausted hearts of the old pastors were finally inspired by hatred to create a monstrous wave. "Yes, all magicians in the Magic Academy will avenge the bishop."

"So let's think about it carefully now. Think about it carefully." The Duke still did not lose his delicate thinking in the extreme sadness, and analyzed the ideas for everyone in a slow and clear tone. "Think about the spy's usual behavior and behavior, where are there any suspicious traces."

A priest gallops into the cathedral. He went to the palace to deliver the bad news to His Majesty the Emperor.

"Your Majesty was shocked to hear that the Bishop was assassinated, and he has already cried and fainted several times. His Majesty has ordered the Holy Knights to investigate the murderer, and kill all cult members who are found to be related to the Necromancer Guild. The imperial decree will be issued soon. Arrived."

Geffenhardt XVII was raised by Bishop Ronnies. To him, this respected old man was almost his grandfather.

Captain Roland's face was as cold as ice, and he nodded slowly.

In the big house, Sandro was messing with the corpse as usual, but for some reason, he always felt a little restless today. At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

There were two knocks on the half-hidden door, and a few soldiers walked in. The leader was the little leader of the King's Guards who knew Sandro.

"Old Sandro, something happened at the Academy of Magic." The little boss said to Sandro with a strange expression and an indescribable tone. "We have something to ask you. Come with us."

"Something went wrong? What happened? What does it matter to me?" Sandro rolled his eyes and looked at the little boss. "What do you want to ask me? I haven't had much energy these two days, and I don't want to go anywhere."

"It's nothing. I just invite you to drink tea and chat." The little boss replied. His expression and voice were all converging, obviously trying to create a relaxed atmosphere with all his strength.

Comparatively speaking, the expressions of the three soldiers seemed much more natural. While the little boss was talking to Sandro, they were walking slowly towards Sandro.

"Drinking tea? Speaking of which, you seem to still owe me money. Last time you went to **..." Sandro seemed not aware of anything wrong, chatting with the little boss.

Three soldiers have come to Sandro intentionally or unintentionally. Two of them shot suddenly, and one grabbed the old man's hand. And the third person already had a pair of shackles shining with dark red luster. This is a magical shackle specially used to imprison magicians.

The movements of these three soldiers are concise, fast, without any tricks, just like three leopards who have been waiting in the grass for a long time. The timing, movements, and positions of their shots are also well coordinated, and the division of labor is also very clear. This is a movement that can only be tempered by long-term practice and countless practices.

Facing such a sudden and perfectly coordinated attack, even a good swordsman can only catch it with nothing. But the old man Yan, who seemed to have no energy, just took a step back and grabbed it with both hands easily, and the four wrists that were originally intended to grab him had already fallen into his hands. He pulled inward again, and the two soldiers who were much bigger than him immediately collided. The two men who were so strong and powerful just now collapsed under the impact, and their bodies had already begun to turn dead gray. .

The third soldier who rushed up had no shackles in his hands, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reacted and drew his sword and stepped forward to stab at one go. With such a quick reaction and such agility, even the highest officer of the imperial guards did not have such skill.

But it's a pity that such a beautiful sword of his didn't pierce anything, and his wrists fell into those pale and withered hands inexplicably.

"When did you have more members of the Holy Knight Order under your command? Have you been promoted?" Sandro glanced at the little leader with a pair of half-opened and half-closed eyes, still with the same tone as if he was chatting in a teahouse. It's just that one of his hands has already picked up this soldier who is much stronger than himself, and the contrast in his body shape makes him look like he is carrying a bear monkey with ease.

The little boss didn't answer, and fell limply to the ground. He didn't even seem to have the strength to stand up, he moved back with trembling hands and feet, and stared at Sandro blankly. Because Sandro not only picked up such a swordsman of the Holy Knight Order, but also rubbed it.

It is not known when that swordsman died. The tall and strong body now seemed to be just stuffed with cotton, not only was it being held lightly by the old man, but it was also deforming under the kneading of those withered hands. The armor and other things on his body were falling down piecemeal, his body was constantly being folded and kneaded, and then quickly became a ball of meat in Sandro's hands.

"Are you also here to invite me to drink tea?" Sandro looked coldly at the door, and with a wave of his hand, the huge meat ball that the swordsman turned into flew towards the person who had just entered the door. The sound of wind and thunder made by this huge hidden weapon in the air now proves that its weight is indeed astonishing.

The meat ball spilled some black juice when it flew forward, and a drop of it just flew on the little boss on the ground. The animal-like howl of the little boss only uttered half a sound and then disappeared.

The person who just appeared at the door took a step back, and a line of light flashed in front of him, and then the meat ball was neatly divided into two sides from the middle.

"Okay." Although Sandro's applause seemed to be weak, the eyes that had been lifeless all the time finally shone with light.

The reason why he applauded was not because the meat ball was split in two. After the two neat hemispheres separated, they neither fell nor continued to fly forward, but rolled in opposite directions and gently hit the left and right walls. The juice containing highly poisonous magic only corroded two large holes on the walls on both sides, and none of it touched this person.

This sword not only splits the flying meat ball itself, but also together with the tumbling air, the splashed juice, the magic power contained in it, and even the momentum and inertia of flying over, odor. Everything about this meat ball was split into two and vanished under this sword.

"Okay." The man took three steps back after splitting the meat ball, and gave Sandro a round of applause in a deep voice. The light in his eyes was even brighter than the sword in his hand. If there was even the slightest deviation in the sword just now, and if the magic power circulating in it could not be completely dissected, this venom magic ball, which is probably enough to kill everyone in the capital, would explode in front of him in terms of weight.

Appearing at the door was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He has a refined and elegant face, even with such a serious and dignified expression, there is no majesty and murderous look under the combination of his facial features. If it weren't for the suit of armor with the shimmering magic on his body, and the cold long sword in his hand, he would look like just a scholar who has learned poetry and books.

"You agree? So do you want to invite me to drink tea?" Sandro replied with a buzzing voice, while standing up straight for the first time with his hunched body.

"No. I'm here to catch you, or I'm here to kill you." The visitor's words were very direct, as sharp as his sword just now.

"So that's it." The sound of dense joints bursting came from all parts of Sandro's body. With these sounds, his body almost grew a circle. "Unfortunately, I never liked being caught, let alone being killed."

"I've never liked nonsense either." With a flick of the wrist of the visitor, the buzzing sound of the long sword filled every inch of space in the big room. "Let's get down to business."

Outside the big house. Three hundred meters away, an old priest frowned and asked the Duke Mrak next to him: "My lord, is this a little exaggerated?"

"No. When dealing with those evil necromancers, we must be cautious and go all out." The Duke's face rarely had that gentle and friendly smile on his face, with a dignified look, and his slender eyes did not blink Staring at the big house in the distance.

"But no matter how careful you are, you don't have to do this." The old pastor looked at the scene in front of him, which seemed to be a bit exaggerated.

A hundred meters away from the big house, hundreds of members of the Holy Knight Order formed an encirclement circle. Behind them are almost all the priests and magicians of the magic academy.

After discussing and analyzing with everyone's brains and brains, the old man Sandro in the place where the spy lived fell into everyone's sight. Although the old man has been in the magic academy for twenty years, and the bishop seems to be familiar with him, but the lesson learned from that spy is enough to show how pervasive the members of the Necromancer Guild are. Moreover, the spy had never studied at the Magic Academy, and had been with the old man before, plus the old man's eccentric habits, these were enough reasons.

After sending scouts to investigate, they found that the old man was still there. So he decided to arrest him first for investigation, and if he resisted, he would naturally be killed.

Of course, this matter was carried out by Captain Roland, who was ordered by the emperor. No one has any objection to the strength of the empire's number one swordsman. However, the duke expressed a cautiousness unique to a person of high authority, suggesting that Captain Roland bring more people, and called on the priests of the Academy of Magic to be present. If the old man is really a necromancer, everyone will It's time to avenge Bishop Ronnies.

"Captain Roland has been in there for so long, I think he has probably caught him, and he is searching for interrogation." The old priest looked at the encirclement that could definitely capture a city in terms of combat power, and felt a little inappropriate. . It's really out of place for all the magicians from the Magic Academy to come out here like a spectator. Everyone was some distance away from the big house. Although no one could see what was going on inside, they could definitely guess it.

Suddenly there was an angry shout, and there was a strange sound like cloth cracking.

The big house was neatly divided into two from the middle, and then broke open at the waist. The walls and roof that were divided into two pieces slowly fell to the two sides, landed on the ground, and stirred up dust all over the sky. The broken place was so neat and smooth that it looked like it had been cut with a knife. Seen from a distance here, it looked like a delicate toy had been slashed vigorously.

The members of the Paladins didn't make any noise or move. But the magician and priests of the Magic Academy exclaimed and shouted in unison, but it was no less than the loud noise of the walls and roofs falling to the ground. This kind of power must be able to be issued by Captain Roland. And the fact that he started to move his hands undoubtedly meant that it was really a necromancer inside.

A figure flew out of the dust and smoke, and landed in front of the encirclement. It was Captain Roland.

But contrary to the shocking scene just now, Captain Roland staggered after landing, almost unable to stand still. An originally thin and handsome face was full of anger and surprise, and not only the face, but also the naked skin of the whole body and even the fingertips showed a disgusting dead gray like that of the toilet corner floor. He has been poisoned and cursed, and it is extremely poisonous, if it were someone else, he would already be a rotting corpse.

Two rays of white magic lighted up on him, and the two senior priests in the Holy Knight Order immediately used healing spells. Hundreds of priests from the Academy of Magic, who came back to their senses, also took action one after another. An astonishing amount of various healing magics swarmed in and immediately washed away the poisonous gas and curses on Captain Roland's body, and then the same amount of various auxiliary magics of various departments and levels fell on him.

The auxiliary magic light on his body is so strong that it is almost dazzling. But Captain Roland's expression was still ugly. He stared angrily at the churning cloud of dust in front of him, and shouted: "All prepare for battle."

Hundreds of members of the holy knights congregate at the same time with a sound of sword drawing that resounds through the sky~IndoMTL.com~ Then what fills the world is the chorus of thousands of mouths chanting mantras at the same time. Every member of the Holy Knight Order was illuminated with the light of various auxiliary magic in turn, like a grand magic exhibition.

The dust in the encirclement has gradually dissipated, and what appeared inside was a group of strange corpses that were about to move. Some of these corpses have no head, no hands, some have no feet, or have no left or right half of the body, or have no upper half or lower half. sword. But now they all look energetic and flexible. Surrounded by the group of corpses was a man in a black robe with white beard and hair.

"Avenge the bishop." Someone shouted, and the grand and chaotic incantations began to sound again. But this time it is not an exhibition of auxiliary magic, but various attack magic. Holy Word, Holy Light, Dispel Undead, Fireball, Flame Wall, Continuous Fireball, Violent Flame, Lightning, Ice Burst, Thunder Bomb... Except for the top-level big spells and various comprehensive forbidden spells, almost everything that can be used in magic The magic that appeared in the college's magic textbooks all showed their brilliance and power, rushing, rushing, and covering the group of corpses and the black-robed men in the corpses like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Looking at the unprecedented and possibly unprecedented magic fireworks, the Duke finally showed a charming smile that no one else had time to appreciate. Because no one can be sure that even if a **** descends to earth, under such ferocious waves of magic, there is no room for death.