The Amber Sword: Act 236 I got frustrated

"Praise the killing, praise the death, praise the war, praise the **** land. ￠ ￡"

"The name written in the name of blood spreads deep in Hell. The north wind howls is the blade of ru, the sickness and aging are the spears of ru. You are undefeated, immortal, and immortal. You will return to this land again. "

"Great Friedrich, Rune is the master of everything, the end of all things!"

The humming sounds in the square converge into a moan, as if the moans of the dying patient linger in everyone's ears, and a stream of blood flows between the mud and the slab gap, like a red snake, winding and spreading , Stained the feet of everyone red.

Over the roofs of different heights, the fire glowed the night, and pillars of smoke were rising into the sky under the night, sparks fluttered along the rising hot air over the entire emperor's capital, like a starry light river.

Far outside the square, the adult Bishop raised his head, lifted the thick cloak with his hands covered with age spots, and watched this scene religiously. He said in a low, hoarse voice:

"I was in Metz thirty years ago, and I dreamed of all this today. I saw with my own eyes a black flame emerging from Underground, turning this decaying empire into ashes."

The young cult members are looking at the big Bishop with respect, and for those who live in the dark, no matter from which side, the Qing Dynasty 30 years ago is memorable. In any rural village in East Metz, countless witch, wizard practicing Black Magic, and people declared to be heretics are dragged out of the house, either hanged or put on torture racks.

It was the darkest period of the entire East Metz. Although it severely cracked down on the evil forces, it also stagnated the local state of production. After all, no one can stop dissatisfied people from using Holy Cathedral. Fight against dissidents. The end result is that the entire countryside of East Metz is ten empty and empty, and until now it has not been able to recover its vitality.

It is ironic that ruthless killings did not prevent the spread of darkness. On the contrary, fear and withering countryside provided a place for the faith of the heathen. One fact is that after the end of the Holy Cathedral cleanup, For decades. Holy Cathedral's control of the East Metz countryside was even weaker.

Most of these youngsters are believers who have developed since then. They have not seen that cruel era, but through word of mouth in sect, they have a good understanding of the horrors of that era. The surviving older generation of worshippers are admired in their hearts.

Compared with the elderly such as Bishop, these youngster's vengeance flames not inferior in the slightest are in the former, as if only this thousand-year-old emperor capital can be reduced to ruins, can they satisfy everything in their hearts.

Everyone's eyes are the color of Fanaticism.

Under the square, the Secretaries wearing black robe lined up in a row. Holding sharp blades in their hands, every time they approached a row of citizens kneeling on the ground, they held down his neck and pierced the latter's heart with a knife.

The throbbing pain is awakening from delusion. The deceased struggled and turned his head to see the killer of one's own. Just like slaughtered animals, blood bubbles spewed out of their mouths, and their eyes were full of glory. A little dim. The clergyman lay down the dead body Aura, and blood was mixed in the mud. Flowing on the square.

But most people do n’t even have a chance to resist, they twitch and fall to the ground, row after row, like lambs slaughtered collectively. The believers move quickly, and only the second half of the square is left. The next row of corpses entangled with each other.

The air is filled with thick **** Aura. The blood flowed towards the center of the square like what was called. The statue of Knight stood in the center of the square, holding the sword in one hand, watching this scene indifferently.

The light of the surrounding torch cast a huge shadow on its face, it looks like this past hero is shrouded in deep twilight.

But for everything that is happening. The believers and citizens in the front row seemed to turn a blind eye, and they chanted reverently and relentlessly. The blood had not passed the knee of the person in front of them. As if there was a voice in my heart proclaiming to them, I am your master, and will grant you all --, whether it is revenge or eternal life.

Bishop looks at this scene with satisfaction.

The rioting people are gathering in the inner city under the agitation of Tree Shepherd's. They ignite everything that can be seen. In the atmosphere of Fanaticism, people gradually lose their reason. They also carefully and carefully protect the one's own property. , But at this moment there is only one thought left in my mind:

Loot, burn and destroy everything!

The scene in front of me is just a portrayal of one corner of the entire Lucita at the moment. Within the entire imperial capital, dozens of large and small ceremonies are being performed in different places. As long as one third of them are successful, They can successfully summon the 'gift' they have prepared for a long time.

This is a great gift for this dying empire.

It used to be so incomprehensible that no one thought that this empire founded by one of the four wise men, Flame King Gaetel, would one day come to an end, even if there were countless kingdoms and principalities in the centuries, but the four Great Emperor nations always stood on The culmination of the peak of civilization has not even faded in the slightest.

But by chance, all coincidences have gathered here, giving them a moment to control and subvert the fate of this behemoth.

He couldn't help remembering the experience at Metz decades ago, the arrogant posture of Holy Cathedral's Knight and noble, the Empire did not take them as their eyes, let them grow, and waited some time to brutally suppress them.

It's like wheat in the field, but it's not time to harvest.

When nobles watched his colleague on gallows, the look was no different from watching the cut wheat. It was the same understatement, but also with a bit of watching.

Correct's gaze hurt him deeply.

Bishop finally glanced at the direction of the square. He saw that the blood pool was converging in the center of the square. It was sticky like a mirror, with a red head and twisted monsters with wings spreading in the pool, thick. Blood covered them, connected to the blood pool. It was as ugly as if it were an embryo in a womb.

He knows that the Son of the Evil God has arrived.

Everywhere in Vaunde, Disciples of the Black Flames and Tree Shepherds follow each other. They worship the twisted power --, not chaos and demons, but evil gods. And whether the evil **** is a **** or not. Scholar have been arguing for thousands of years, but these horrible and ugly existences are indeed part of God. -- are born from the blood of God. No one knows who, or what kind of intention they made them, but From the day of its birth, the horrified and distorted monsters seem to be cursed by all the malice and abomination in this world. They are crazy and irrational, worship killing and cold death, powerful and weird. As if it was just existence that disturbed the world.

That's why, from the day when the evil gods were born, they were deeply sealed by God races, and only a few sons and daughters were left on the earth, which was called Acolyte.

The most famous of these is the Abomination born from the blood of Gaia, the magic tree Finidos, and its children Golden Demonic Tree spread throughout the world under the intentional cultivation of Tree Shepherd's, and the Tree Shepherd's title came from this.

Tree Shepherd's followers -- Disciples of the Black Flames adore the mighty power of these weird creature. But for a long time they were far from getting this kind of power. The weak Acolyte seemed to be the limit of mortal power. Since War of the Holy Saints, no one has been so close to a true god.

Even if it's an evil god.

Scholar's dispute seems to be over at the moment at Kirrlutzian's capital Lucita.

He pulled down the cloak again, muttering nervously.

"Please forgive me, but I won't give you a chance."

There is nothing more pleasing than watching a once powerfully terrifying enemy groan in front of himself. He should look good. Those guys who are drunk in the inner city are waiting to die. time. What an expression would be.

He turned around casually, and said to the people around him, "Are we back to the cat and beard hotel?"

The young Christians asked each other this question and soon got a negative answer.

This answer can not help but let Bishop adults frowned, as if their power is so powerful at this time. Even the empire must kneel in front of him, even a trivial matter to embarrass him?

This feeling made him very dissatisfied.

"Why, don't you have any news at all?" He could not help slowing down, including deep dissatisfaction.

The Christians shake their heads again.

"The city is in a mess now, maybe they have trouble on their way back." Someone in the crowd offered a reasonable explanation.

Bishop thought for a while and accepted this explanation. When he wanted to come to Dragon Queen, the plan did not fail. He carefully investigated the people in the hotel and knew that the little noble fiancee had no patience.

Of course, the unexpected factor of White Mist is not his consideration.

He decided to put the issue down first, and said, "The rituals in the city must speed up. Now the main ceremonies already are about to be completed, dozens of ceremonies large and small, and those idiots of could it be that have three points in the time I set. Ca n’t complete one of the ceremonies? ”

The young Christians looked at each other, wondering why the Bishop adults who seemed to be good at talking on a weekday suddenly had such a big temper.

But these people aren't a straw bag anymore, and soon someone asked: "Maybe we can contact them?"

Bishop thought for a while, nodded, they rarely contacted privately on weekdays because they were afraid to be noticed by the ubiquitous witch, but this night they did n’t have this worry, just because the self-righteous queen already was too diligent at this time Already.

The young believers immediately handed out a communication crystal, carefully connected it, and handed it to Bishop respectfully.

"Who's crystal?"

Bishop asked back, the light of the torch cast the shadow of hood on his face, as if there was a thick ink mark under each wrinkle.

"It looks like Dennis."

"That's the ceremony at Ninth Avenue."

Bishop held the crystal with his hand, and asked lightly, "Is it Dennis, please hear back."

crystal is silent for a moment.

Then it lightened slightly, a voice came from above.

"Hear, but I'm not Dennis."

Bishop was almost a moment stunned.

Everyone on the scene was silent for a while.

Then the former said with a little anger, "I don't care who you are, you immediately let Dennis talk to me."

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult." The voice uploaded by crystal replied somewhat embarrassed.

"What's hard, is he there?"

crystal heard a rumbling sound before answering: "Yes, I don't know the corpse at my feet is the person you said, or I'll send them over, you How about one by one? "

Bishop held the communication crystal in his hand, and the needle was almost audible at the scene.

"You ... who are you?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce myself," the voice on crystal replied, "My name is Brando. Regardless of whether you recognize me or not, you better wash your neck and wait for me to kill."

Patter.

crystal fell to the ground.

Under the eyes of everyone looking at each other, Bishop only felt that a rage in his chest was quickly gathering and burning. The feeling was like he had just gained unmatched power. If the empire didn't dare to wipe its edge, he had to bow his head in front of him, but a group of clowns were about to jump out and try the knife.

He didn't care about the other party ’s name at all, only subconsciously thought that it was just a group of enthusiastic enthusiasts who wanted to express themselves in front of the Queen's Majesty and got mad from the noble.

He couldn't help anger and smiled: "These people really want to be famous and crazy, or I will wash my neck and see how they can kill me."

Unfortunately, this group of lunatics who have lost their minds seems to be making a joke, and has no real plans to kill him.

However, what they did next made the adult Bishop feel more uncomfortable than being killed.

Under the watchful eye of everyone present, within a quarter of an hour, the ground communication crystal turned on one after another, and every time it turned on, there was a strange voice reporting to the door.

Then tell them: "Dear Sir, Your men died unfortunately in my hands, but I assure you that there will definitely be another time."

Bishop's complexion turned from anger to redness, to angry iron, but after a few times, everyone's face at the scene began to show signs of turning from black to white.

Because they found that in less than half an hour, more than seven ceremonial venues had been attacked. From the reaction of crystal, there was absolutely no living thing left.

Bishop didn't respond until this moment. The other party was not youngster who had lost heart.

This is definitely the revenge that was organized after the reaction of the strength of which side. Unfortunately, the revenge was so fast that it almost made him almost choked. He couldn't help but ask with a trembling:

"How many people have we lost?"

In fact, what he cares about is how many ceremonial venues are still in operation. For a moment, he almost thinks that the careful planning of the organization will fail by his own hands.

…… (To be continued, please search for floating astronomy, novels are better updated and faster!