The Devil’s Cage Chapter 71: Bishop Simon took the stage
On the battle horse, the old Wharton marquis couldn't help smiling when he saw the guards belonging to War God Temple.
Everything is as he expected.
In the face of ‘outsiders’, ‘Lady of Calamity’ may not ignore it when it is not in contact with vital interests, but ‘War God’, which is famous for ‘Iron Blood’ in that person, will not.
There must be a reaction.
Even when confronting ‘Lady of Calamity’.
Looking at that team, which was obviously composed of elite War God Temple, the old marquis could not help but sigh.
He thought of himself.
Except for the Royal Guard, almost no team can achieve this level.
As for the soldiers in the Atandin Castle barracks?
Even the strongest one will not be the opponent of the elite warriors in front of the temple.
Not even one trick can resist.
For the civilians, some things are doomed by nature!
No, just no!
Even if you work hard the day after tomorrow, it won’t work!
On the contrary, those noble private soldiers are somewhat optimistic.
However, apart from some sergeants made by strange means, the rest is difficult to resist such elite.
But this is also a good thing.
At least, it’s easier to deal with them.
For example...
Subconsciously, the old marquis glanced at the team behind him.
"Originally we were able to stand on the same Faction."
"A pity..."
"You made the wrong choice."
The old marquis Motionless whispered to heart, making a gesture toward the surrounding royal guards. Immediately, the royal guards, who were originally guarding the Syka Domain line, changed the Faction and became the same.
Everything is done quietly.
But the situation is completely different.
At this moment, the elite warriors of War God Temple can face Syka Domain directly, instead of jumping over the royal guards.
It looks like a bear-like Rogart driving a carriage drawn by Lord Emissary and the Baroness.
youngster looked at this scene, a sneer flashed in his eyes.
What has been expected for a long time, there is no need to panic.
When they set off, they knew what to face.
On the contrary, the attitude of the nobleman of that person just made youngster feel a sense of hypocrisy.
Different from the previous Viscount Syka.
The Viscount that person, although also a noble, is very pure.
The rules formulated are also Stamina lines, and there is no exception.
But the that person noble just now revealed a sense of hypocrisy from the inside out.
youngster is not the first time to see such a nobleman.
In fact, most of the nobles he has seen are like this.
One set on the mouth, one set for the officer.
The essence is still to be in a high position, just keep enjoying.
Any of their words and actions are designed to make them climb higher and faster.
As for stopping?
Nothing.
Desire|desire is a bottomless abyss.
When staring at abyss, abyss is also staring at you.
More terrifying...
There are some inexplicable existence around abyss watching you quietly.
youngster does not want to be such a person.
So, while meditating on the honour of ‘Mist’, he tapped the car behind him gently.
The sound is not loud, but youngster is sure that Lord Emissary must be able to hear it.
The rest?
Handed over to Lord Emissary.
If fighting, his first charge is ahead.
If you talk, the siblings behind the team are more suitable than him.
Now?
He just needs to prepare quietly.
The changes in heart have caused a slight change in the breath of Rogart.
The moment before, it looked like a lazy bear.
At this time, it is ready to go, ready to stand up.
This change has attracted the attention of the old marquis.
But immediately, the old marquis shook his head.
It is not an incredible thing to produce a youngster with a relatively large formidable in such a big place as Syka Domain, but it is strange if there is none.
"Unfortunately, a person cannot change anything at all."
The old marquis thought so determinedly.
And the team is getting closer.
Finally, it stopped.
The team of Syka Domain and his team face War God Temple elite.
The royal **** team has already flashed aside. Those civilians and businessmen who enter and exit the city gate are hiding far away. Some quite aristocrats on the city wall are looking up.
Cruel expectations surfaced on each of them.
They expect blood to flow.
They expect the corpses to run wild.
They look forward to a **** ball.
Anyway...
It’s not them who died, did they?
In the compartment, the baroness instinctively prayed to that person ‘Mist’.
She does not know what she is doing at this time to be able to help Simon.
So, only prayer is left.
Superior Evil Spirit nodded with a smile, pushed the door and walked down.
It showed that warm smile to those who walked with it.
It took a step and slowly walked towards the elite of War God Temple.
"Humans are the most contradictory creatures."
"They are cowardly."
"But brave."
"They are brave."
"But killing again."
"They are kind."
"But tyrannical."
"They have mercy."
"But selfish."
"They are admirable, but they are lonely and helpless for a long time. They have many advantages and disadvantages, but what does this count?"
"They are human."
"They are like this. They need to grow. My Lord is willing to carry everything and watch them grow."
"Bishop Simon "Mist", have seen Your Excellency of War God Temple."
Superior Evil Spirit raised his hands together in front of him, stretched out **** in one hand and five fingers in one hand, and after making up a number seven, bowed slightly.
This number naturally has meaning.
It has not forgotten its boss's nickname: 2567.
Therefore, this etiquette is a metaphor for its boss.
As for 6?
Everyone saluting represents 6.
After all, the number 6 carries blessings in itself.
This is the knowledge it got from the boss. It has always thought that it is very magical. An ordinary number has so many meanings.
The most impressive thing is ‘shun’.
6 actually represents such a blessing of smoothness, it is difficult to understand, fortunately, it does not need to understand, just need to remember.
Just like this time, it thinks that it is 6 and the rest call it 666. It is about to start its performance.
The first appearance of Bishop Simon of ‘Mist’.
It wants this moment to be remembered like Epic.
Therefore, when facing the elite War God Temple warrior who pulled out the Longsword silently, it still has a smile on his face, no panic, and will not give in.
On the contrary, it is a step forward.
"Killing cannot solve all problems."
It says so.
Warm whispers, but enough for everyone around to hear clearly.
The War God Temple soldier in front of him was glancing at the commander, and after tacit approval, he without hesitation stab the Longsword in his hand into the chest of Superior Evil Spirit .
Poof!
The blade is sharp.
Cutting muscles and bones is like cutting butter.
A sword is worn straight, leaving only the hilt outside.
Behind, the blood spattered and the soil rolled down.
The civilians and businessmen who have been watching here have exclaimed one by one.
The nobles on the city wall smiled.
It started so soon?
Great!
This is the first one!
It's them soon!
The nobles on the city wall looked at the convoy of Syka and they looked forward to the bloodshed.
Although this desire is no different from that of the old marquis, this time the old marquis frowned slightly, and he stared at Superior Evil Spirit , or precisely Superior Evil Spirit smile.
A smile like that can never appear on a person on the verge of death.
At the next moment, when watching Superior Evil Spirit holding the hand of the that person War God Temple warrior and pulling Longsword out, the old marquis frowned more tightly.
Is this similar to immortality?
As Atandin has nearly the highest first floor, the old marquis have seen too much Secret Technique.
Some are born.
Some are through practice.
Some are made by strange means.
But no matter what kind, it is impossible to be as light as Superior Evil Spirit .
Even the most difficult practice ‘Shadow Revolving Moon’ Secret Technique in rumor’s ‘Quiet Night Secret Society’ is the hardest to reach.
This Secret Technique also takes time.
Is there any other Secret Technique in it?
The old marquis guessed.
Similarly, young warriors with swords are also speculating.
As the elite of War God Temple, this young warrior has already obtained the Deacon title, and usually independently performed the mission sweep of ‘evil looking’. Therefore, after experiencing the initial surprise, he quickly calmed down.
In the face of Superior Evil Spirit holding his hand and returning Longsword to him again, the young soldier sneered again and again.
With this method, he saw more than once while sweeping ‘evil looking’.
There can be no panic.
Be calm!
Be calm!
Panic will only make you lose judgment.
And the fear that comes with it is the worst.
Because that will make your Longsword rusty and dull.
So, the moment the Superior Evil Spirit released his hand, the young warrior immediately waved his sword.
Poof!
This time, it is no longer a straight thrust.
Instead, cut!
A sword owl.
The head fell to the ground.
The body can't afford to fall.
Hoo!
The young soldier was relieved.
He has seen the undead monsters, and he knows their weaknesses.
The head is the most direct and obvious.
As long as you can decapitate, you can basically kill it.
No exceptions!
Longsword shook his hand.
After the blood is blasted away, the young warrior will take the sword back to her sheath.
But the moment he reversed Longsword, the target of the corpse separation stood up intact.
The body is covered with blood stains and stains.
But the smile on the other person's face is still gentle.
Suddenly, there was an uproar around.
Whether it was civilians, businessmen around, or nobles on the city wall, they stared at this scene in dumbfounded, meaningless voice in the big mouth.
If they say the first sword, they can still understand that it is slanted.
But the second sword of the owl, the person who should have died, stood up again, but it made them a little incomprehensible.
Some civilians are kneeling down on the ground trembling.
The merchants summoned guards to stand in front of them.
After the nobles looked at each other, they looked again at the young soldier who was horrified and backed away.
It seemed that he noticed the eyes around him. The horror on the young soldier's face quickly turned into shame. He annoyed why he had to back away.
In particular, under the watch of so many people.
What a shame!
youngster's breathing became rapid and heavy.
He turned his wrist and Longsword chopped out again.
Once again, Superior Evil Spirit was the first.
Moreover, this time, the youngster owl did not stop after the head, he waved his sword at the flying head, and then the body that fell to the ground.
After a while, the body of Superior Evil Spirit has already become a pool of flesh.
Huh! Huh!
The sword is produced continuously and quickly, and even this young and well-trained warrior can't bear it.
He began to gasp.
The people who witnessed this scene turned pale.
Some people even get sick.
On the contrary, those nobles became excited.
They have a ruddy complexion, shortness of breath, trembling hands and feet, as if to dance at any time.
But immediately, they are like a duck with their necks pinched, and the excitement in their bodies dissipates directly, leaving only horror.
Because, in a warm white glow, Superior Evil Spirit appears again.
Not only appeared, but also as clean as new.
The previous filth is gone.
It is only in the white radiance that the robes of holiness are highlighted, and the gentle expression is even more repressive.
This is what most people feel.
But it doesn't include that person's young warriors who are breathing heavily.
He stared blankly at Superior Evil Spirit .
Or, to be precise, look at the gentle expression of Superior Evil Spirit .
The gentleness that hasn’t changed from beginning to end~IndoMTL.com~Eye, smile.
Even if he was faced with a man who had nearly broken his own body, it didn’t change, it was like looking at his family, brothers and sisters.
"Are you all right?"
Superior Evil Spirit asked softly.
This sentence hits heart of youngster like thunder.
The young warrior whose chest is undulating, both eyes appears confused at this moment.
Is the other party an enemy?
Yes.
But why did I hurt him and he treated me gently?
Is such a person an enemy?
Unexpectedly appeared in heart of youngster.
"Gino!"
loudly shouted sounded in the ear.
The young soldier looked in the direction of the voice, and that was his captain, the leader of the trip.
This middle-aged man who is usually very serious. At this time, he became more serious, and his face looked like a hard rock.
"Sword!"
The captain of youngster snorted.
"Captain..."
"Sword!"
youngster subconsciously wanted to say something, but before the words were spoken, he was interrupted by Captain that person.
Suddenly, youngster becomes overwhelmed.
He doesn’t know what to do.
At this time, Superior Evil Spirit walked in front of youngster, he raised his hand, held the other hand, let the other hand hold the Longsword, and...
Brushed over its neck.
Poof!
The head fell to the ground again.
Holding youngster's hands, it also loosened and the body fell to the ground again.
youngster was completely stunned.
He looked at the body in front of him, shaking his hand holding Longsword.
Clang.
Longsword landed.
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