On the mountain road, a man walked slowly on a dark horse. In the distance where his eyesight was out of reach, it was turning into hell. The nobles and knights who had betrayed the earl were pierced on sharp wooden stakes by the whole clan. Even the criminals who had committed some minor sins in prison were also pierced on the wooden stakes. Many monks and monks in the church, and local bishops were also sent to heaven with various punishments. "Now there is nowhere to be left, and the so-called authority and grace of the Lord can no longer be on the ground..." The man riding on the horse seemed to see what happened in that distant place, and he recited this sentence as if he was reciting, "Punctured Man... Hahahaha."
At the foot of this man, an army was moving there on the flat ground between the mountains, and a curved moon and stars on the flag. "The Ottoman Turkish army." Bo Fu looked at the tide-like army and said, "I didn't expect that there would be a chance to test the King of Night so soon... But he should still be a living person now."
Bo Fu did not follow the army. He stayed on a mountain in the Carpathian Mountains. His whole body seemed to have turned into a statue, just looking calmly in the distance. "It won't take much time and it will end soon."
The army was moving very fast. On the third day when Bo Fu stayed, a bright red light appeared from the distant horizon. The light turned into black dark clouds, blocking the sunshine in the sky. The sound of waves came from the distant places, wave after wave, never ending. "The waves of the sea of blood..... It's indeed a natural devil. I learned how to use my own power so quickly! I'm very satisfied!" When Bo Fu turned his head and rode the black horse slowly forward, countless blood-red lights emerged under the dark clouds behind him...
Bo Fu was moving very slowly. Therefore, on the sixth day, he quickly ran around him a group of horses that looked about to die and the knights on their backs. These Turks looked like dead people, and they were not possessed, and they didn't even dare to look back at them. Their bodies were covered in blood and they had no weapons in their hands. They were wearing only a robe, and even the chain armor had been stripped off. The only move they could do was to whip their horses desperately, so that the horses could run faster and faster. Some horses were running, and the foam on their mouths turned red. They rolled and fell to the ground and died directly. If the horses were lucky enough to move, even if they crawled, they would have to climb a little further away from the place behind them. Someone begged loudly that their companions could pull them, but no one dared to look back...
Bo Fu looked at these lucky or unlucky guys and was very calm. There were many people who tried to turn around and grab Bo Fu's dark horse after losing their horses. But the only fate of these three or five Turkish soldiers who came up to rob were to become food for the nightmare beasts. None of the guys who could run came up to rob the horses - even if their horses were likely to fall to the ground and die in the next minute... They were afraid that the place behind them was so deep...
There were only more than one hundred Turkish soldiers who ran away sparsely, which was completely disproportionate to the tens of thousands of troops when they came. Bo Fu was swaying while a little regretful, "I can't see that scene anymore... Speaking of which, I really want to see the terrifying puncture road when the Turkish army arrived for the second time... But more than 20,000 dead or prisoners were pierced on both sides of the road... How terrifying and spectacular!"
Bofu's direction was Thrace, and he was preparing to go to Constantinople - although this great city had just witnessed the demise of the Eastern Roman Empire, which was the last time of the thousand-year empire and the last glory of Rome. The city should be far less prosperous now than in history and more than a hundred years later, Bofu was preparing to spend the Bosphorus and go to Asia Minor. "Maybe I can go east through there and finally come to the location of the largest light of civilization in the world... It's a pity that this world cannot use long-range jumping spells, especially when traveling to different civilization systems, you must walk, otherwise it will not take long to fly over. As a result, you must slowly walk through the Orthodox region, and the Islamic region finally enters Buddhism, Hinduism and Taoism..."
The road is still very long. Bofu once again saw the revengeful Ottoman army on the road. This time he saw the light of the gods in the Ottoman army. The religious decrees that Ottoman Turkey, which are far more tolerant than Europe, have given their army many supernatural masters in secret associations in the past. "This time, it is the last moment for the king of the dead to take shape." Bofu said. His current image is an ordinary merchant--leading a bad horse that is old and weak, carrying some shoddy jewelry or something on the horse, and it looks like there is no oil at all, but the sharp scimitar and long sword on the saddle edge can prove that this "merchantman" may change his position and become an enemy of this profession at any time. Such a person is common in this new Ottoman conquest. And no one will take these people seriously after the army.
Bofu watched the army go west, and he swaggered towards Constantinople. In the public bathroom of the town not far from Constantinople, Bofu and a group of merchants who were walking around the country were lying in groups of three or three by the luxurious marble bathhouse. Some of them talked about the War in Valachia that had just ended. Bofu listened quietly to the guy bragging, but there was also a lot of real news - because the guy's wife's brother-in-law seemed to be the logistics officer in the army...
Bofu listened to him vividly describing the madness and cruelty of the Great Duke of Wallachia. He nailed more than 20,000 people around the castle at one time and launched a black magic attack on the empire. Fortunately, with the blessing of Allah and some insignificant magicians, some of the terrifying prince's spells, the army rushed into the terrifying castle of Wallachia, burned the entire castle, and killed all the evil men ruled by all the evil spirits in the city. Although there were not many living people, he finally killed the terrifying demon, marinated his head and sent back to Constantinople. A group of people surrounded this guy and heard it intoxicated. Even the servants who served the guests in the bathroom came up and heard it in shock, so the guy was extremely satisfied...
"The last puzzle... As for that head, hum, I know which guy's head was taken to make a fortune." Bo Fu made an assertion, because he knew that the last flame was released by the Count himself, and he also completed the final ceremony at this time. "But it's just that as a living person, this guy still needs to live for a while, at least twenty or thirty years." Bo Fu sent a small part of his power out, "As a nobleman in the dark and a man outside, the legend of this Count Dracula is still very good."
Istanbul has fallen into the hands of the Turks for only a few years. Those guys have just finished cleaning up the ruins and restoring the drainage system of some cities. However, as a Sudanese palace, the foundation has begun to be built. The rich people who have been moved from conquered Anatolia and other places have just begun to move into the city - but thanks to the city's unique geographical location, the prosperity of the past has begun to reappear.
The Turks first restored a large bathhouse. Like the Romans, the Turks were used to treating the bathroom as a social occasion. Bofu is now soaking in the large pool and enjoying a happy life. After soaking enough, the guy lay on the hot marble table and a strong man gave him a massage. "This is simply paradise! Of course - it would be better if it was Romanesque..." The guy muttered.
After spending a leisurely night in the bathing ground, he had already taken a ferry to the land of Asia Minor the next day. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, and your support are my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. Read.)