Edward raised his head, and the figure of the Serathian servant reflected in his eyes. She had already unfolded her light wings sixty feet away. The glory of the divine power filled her body again, covering the beautiful face with a ray of light.
under.
"This is the divine power that is usually infused into this body, right? It's worthy of being a creature in the heavens. He is really a smart enough... a bastard!"
Edward smiled and made a hoarse laugh with the help of the words of the soul.
He could no longer speak. The black robe was igniting the blazing flames. The bursting magic circle was rotating, and the dispersed energy was dotted with colorful luster. Under the shattered robe, his left arm, left
The ribs on the side were even half of the body making a harsh squeaking sound, and a layer of brown rock covered the body, but it was melted into blazing magma.
The sudden attack just now almost killed him. If it weren't for the mental power that predicted the future for a moment, he would reflexibly twist his body at the critical moment and avoid the one who tried to penetrate his heart from under his ribs.
One sword; if the earth elemental creature had not spread its body in an instant to wrap it up and block most of the energy explosion, the powerful divine energy on the blade might have turned him into a ball of flame!
But now it is not very good... The sword edge almost instantly penetrated and crushed the protection of the advanced mage robe, burning half of his body into flames! If the psychic warlock hadn't instantly numbed his brain with self-hypnosis.
The pain will probably immediately pierce from the sky because of fainting!
"You won't succeed."
Eriele was breathing in a hurry, even the gradually lit up sunlight could not hide the morbid redness on her face. In the moment, the man fired the third negative wave of the magician group in the distance.
The energy spell amplitude blasted into her body. Although doing so would inevitably reopen the connection of the magic net and give her a breathing opportunity, the terrifying Nine-ring Arcane Weak Ability Technique was filled with more than fifty mages.
The power of her body may even exceed the power of two or three masters. Even in just a moment, she almost drained all the power in her body.
She could only watch the fire under the human strait suddenly fade away, the stone slabs and burnt flesh shattered, revealing the granules that were extending and growing under it.
"You won't succeed... Not every time, you can be so lucky. If you still insist on your own, then the only thing waiting for you will be the judgment of the soul." The Serathian God Service repeated, and then the sun shines brightly, she
Disappeared in the radiant light like gold powder.
"But this time I still won, and I promise that I will continue to win like this until I win back my own..." At the last moment, Edward's voice passed through the constraints of space and was deeply nailed into her
In my mind: "This is a war..."
Looking at the entire multiverse, peace will never appear... only war, and suspension, in order to prepare for the next war...
According to legend, this was a lament from a sage when the Empire was expeditioning the entire continent thousands of years ago. And now, the war between Tuminis and the Empire seems to be proving the authenticity of this sentence, in Gondor, a small town in the western border of the empire. War again
Start at once, and then enter another preparation at a sudden speed.
When the main city wall on the west collapses completely, the biggest reliance on defending the city will naturally be completely lost. If such a battle continues, it will only be called a one-sided massacre. Therefore, when the army of Tuminis ends up
Start to move forward. The remaining imperial people in the city could only helplessly choose the failed ending.
surrender.
Or it is more fortunate that the army of Tuminis does not seem to be as cruel and tyrannical as they imagined - although most of them are indeed ridiculed by the imperial people and mixed into the blood of the barbarians.
The gray-white face and the savage body shape did not do the legendary barbaric actions such as eating raw flesh and blood, turning people into cattle and sheep with magic, or burning cities to kill people for fun.
After ceremonies such as entering the city and surrendering, they announced that the city had been incorporated into the territory of the Tuminis Empire, and that all the people in the city had become
The people of the kingdom enjoy the most basic rights, but they also have to bear all obligations.
Except for some of them.
"To expel Ransendal's temple from the city? Nonsense! Which bastard made the decision?"
Thousands of people in Touminis, the Count of Tesla's Pyrenees frowned deeply. Between the dark brown eyebrows, the fine and profound wrinkles were shaking, twisting with the scars on their foreheads, as if there was something
The monster lived in it. His pale yellow eyes raised from under it and stared at the guard who had reported to him fiercely.
"It's... His Highness's decision, but Viscount Edward Vincent made him suggest." Shangguan's thunderous roar made the poor intelligence officer tremble involuntarily, and secretly raised his head to look in front of him.
The old man.
Although the marquis in his sixties is called an old guy by some people, if he really faces it, few people can associate that descriptive condom with him.
Indeed, for humans, the number of sixty-two years old often symbolizes that they should start to bend over and hunch their backs, be with crutches, and prepare to enjoy their grandchildren's life... But the Pyrenees general seemed to be for
Born to refute this tradition. This old man, who looks as strong as a middle-aged man, still likes to wear heavy armor, which makes the bronze muscles on his body bulge, and stretches the armor in a circle, even with his hair bun and his sideburns
The few strands of silver threads seemed to appear to make him look thicker and more heroic. However, the scars left on his face after years of war always made him look less like a general, but more like a
A pure soldier.
In fact, most of his life was spent as a fighter, from a civilian orphan who entered the military camp at the age of 12 orphan until now becoming a leading ten thousand men, the Imperial Three
By the count, he had long been portrayed as a standard warrior, a soldier who could only live in the barracks and battlefields. He could barely accept something about the etiquette of the nobles, but from the bottom of his heart, he was
A soldier.
Such a person is destined to be polite. If it were not for the present, the kingdom decided to start the conquest of the empire. People like him could only die in the training ground and barracks, even if they faced the future of Tuminis who promoted him, who was the one who promoted him.
King, he couldn't say the simplest and most polite cliché. The young man asked with a kind look, only for his rude and generous 'Please rest assured' - the reason was that the young man's question was
It's too naive to get up. So now, even if the big tent where the Your Highness rests is only apart from here, no one will pick on it. The Chinese words he just said were enough to be considered a crime of deceiving the king.
"Edward Vincent? It's a good name, well, I think I have some impression? Forget it, what did he do?" The old man raised his head and hung the sword leaning against the wall back on his waist, and took the lead and walked out of the city lord first
The lobby of the palace.
"That, Viscount Edward Vincent said..."
"I asked him what he did!"
"Yes, he took his guards to capture the main priest and deputy priest of the Lansendal Temple." The intelligence officer who followed up quickly spoke: "We thought this would be over, but now he
He returned to the Temple of Ransendall, claiming that according to the results of the interrogation, the Temple of Ransendall should be responsible for all casualties in today's siege. Therefore, if the entire temple is abolished, the temple will be demolished, and all believers must
Change your faith, otherwise you must be expelled from the kingdom! All the lower-level priests of Ransendall are expelled from the country, while the senior priests are to...hang them to show their public!”
"I'm doing a good job. I'm very annoyed by those guys who pretend to be shouting justice and other things, but I want to expel them? I'll hang them to the public? I'll also make believers convert? This is called
Is Edward's guy crazy?" The old general raised his eyebrows: "What did your majesty say?"
"That's Your Highness. His Highness had given an order that the viscount was in charge of the matter in full, and then he went to rest. We dare not disturb us..."
"It's such a mess. Get two horses and let my guards follow me. I'll meet this bold boy!"
The Lansendel Temple in Gundo City is located in the middle of Central Avenue, not far from the Lord's Mansion. Although it is not large in scale, it also inherits the usual style of the Lansendel Temple. It has a gorgeous appearance inlaid with crystal and gold.
, and a square of a large scale, but at this moment, the square is already crowded!
Well, or this description is a bit inaccurate. In fact, starting from the front of the gorgeous door of the temple, the crowd was divided into three distinct layers. In front of the door, a group of priests and paladins of the god of the morning light were fully armed, as if they were facing a great enemy.
Supporting a faint invisible barrier in front of you, and on the outside, there are a large number of civilians in the city, most of them shouting and making noise. Obviously, they have a deep relationship with Lansendall, and from time to time, one or two shouts come out from inside.
Most of them are words such as "Tunier" and "oppression", which makes people wonder if someone raises his arms and shouts in it, will they respond in groups and fight again against these foreigners who occupy the city.
In fact, it seems that the reason why these people were barely controlled together was not launched, but because between them and the temple, Huanheng followed a group of swords and fierce private soldiers.
"...The believers of the Temple of Ransendal, fighting against the army of the Kingdom of Tuminis, caused serious casualties of 1,076 kingdom soldiers. These 1,076 warriors were for the sake of greatness and overthrow of the imperial hegemony.
The ruling revolutionary cause was sacrificed! But you, the believers of Ransendall, are the culprits of these sacrifices!
And when the Count of Pyrenees and his twenty knights separated the crowd, a voice that was hidden by the hustle and bustle became clear.
"What happened in front of Gangduo City today is well known to everyone. A few stubborn destructionists have suffered serious damage to our army! And anyone with a little common sense can see that at that time, if ours
The army continues to advance, can you fools who are fools who are chariots? But we are not here to massacre and destroy, we are sincere and kind-hearted to rescue you from the brutal rule of the empire
Therefore, we forgive the ignorant majority of you and punish only those who have caused these casualties! The Lansendal Temple in Gondo City was ordered to be demolished, and all believers, you can choose to give up your faith.
Looking for a god you respect, whether it is the god of the victims, the god of judgment or the god of justice... But Ransendall, if you must believe in him, please pay your lives for the hero who died in this war
!”
This voice gradually resounded from a steady and loud sound! The civilians around them looked at each other for a moment and were at a loss-
Most of them just hid in their respective basements when siegeing the city, trembling, praying for miracles to happen, and they could not see any destructionists? Even the middle-aged men who were motivated to participate in the city defense together,
I just barely noticed the light shining, screaming and explosion on the front wall. The drum beats and horns mixed into a terrible noise. In the end, the entire wall collapsed like a sand sculpture!
As for the death of the attacker... they had no idea how all this was caused.
But if this is true... the priests of the gods will never participate in the war. It is a matter explicitly prohibited in the oracle. If the priests of Ransendall really violate this rule, they will be the picture of the occupiers.
Minnis official, it does seem that there is the power to punish them.
but……
"The priests do this to save us! You cannot punish them!" A voice suddenly shouted: "You invaders are the root of the chaos! Go back to your nest, we are not yours...
Uh!"
The roar turned into a long scream! An arrow pierced the man's throat like that! And among the group of private soldiers, a half-elf warrior pulled out another arrow from his side without caring.
Although the bowstring is not spoken, it is enough to make the entire venue suddenly quiet!
Although the man was not far from the archer, he could tell it from the crowd and then slam it into the throat with one arrow. This kind of shooting technique was shocking enough. And the indifferent look was a warning - any instigation of rebellion - any incitement to rebellion
Those who are killed will be merciless!
"Everyone is quiet!"
Another sound of the expansion of the illusion sounds sounded—from the gate of the temple, a middle-aged priest. He stared at the fully armed private soldiers in front of him with a gloomy face. The flames of resentment almost gushed out—
These Tuminis are so vicious, and the situation has reached an almost irreversible level, blocking the army and causing casualties. They are very clear that this is a false charge, but now, even the common people may have recognized it.
They are really the culprit of doing these things.
"No need to make up some high-sounding reasons. We have never participated in any war! You are just slandering rumors! But that doesn't matter. Try to kill us, you evil invaders! Just like you kill me.
When we are the Lord of the Lord! The morning light shines on your heads, and you will eventually face the judgment of light! And just like our Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord, we can face death fearlessly. Because I am with the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the Lord of the
!”
"Kill you, huh? What a good 'kind' priest, so what you mean, if you want to kill, you have to kill a group of you? You want those who intend to convert to faith and avoid disaster.
People are buried with you?" A low sneer came into everyone's ears, and a black burqa walked out of the private soldiers.
The burqa seemed to be just a magic robe that could be seen everywhere, but its dark color looked so unknown, as if in the legend, those evil eagles that could turn into monsters could be seen even if people's eyes touched it.
, you will also feel a cold haze and transition from your sight to yourself.
But the people following him triggered a sound of surprise and joy among the priests.
"Master Priesthood... You are safe and sound... and the deputy master Priesthood..."
"Great, these savage pagans, what did they do to you, right?"
Facing the two approaching old men in white robes, the priests were surprised to let go of the divine barrier. They greeted them and respectfully welcomed them into the temple. Without even having time to doubt, the opposite ones claimed to be
Why did the guy who punished them and asked them to change their faith do such a 'generous' move?
And how rash is this move?
Just in the moment when the lightning was too fast! Two old characters, who had no idea where they got their strength, began to run wildly. They walked through the hall and headed straight to the altar, and took the sacred artifacts of Ransendall inside - from three hundred years ago
A respected high priest copied the doctrine of Ransendall, and a handful of a small golden statue as a sacrificial object!
Gangduo City is small in size and the temple is not too big, but the temple of Ransendal has very strict requirements for wealth. Generally speaking, the statues of the God of Dawn are cast in pure gold and must be inlaid on them.
There are a large number of gems, so it is naturally impossible to be too big.
The old man threw the statue on the ground and stepped on it! Although the gold-casting thing would not be deformed because of this kick, the facial features on the soft gold face were immediately bumped into a pothole!
The fragments rolled all over the ground!
What a serious blasphemy?
Several priests were completely shocked, and this sudden change caught everyone off guard... (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!