"This thing is really disgusting..." Yi Wenyan stretched out his finger and looked at the remains of the corpse golem that had been treated like a mummy.
"There is nothing we can do about it." His fingers swept over the eyelids, nose, and mouth of the corpse golem, which were sewn up with needle thread. Krell lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "In order to prevent corrosion, the body of the corpse golem was sewed.
A large amount of corrosion neutralizing agent has been injected, but even this can only guarantee a service life of 1 to 2 years - for war weapons, such a long time is enough."
"Hmm..." Yi Wenyan nodded and twirled the fluid on his hand thoughtfully. The preservative flowing out from the broken limbs of the corpse golem was amber like sesame oil.
"But these people, who are neither humans nor ghosts, are actually allowed to sneak in. That guy Sindra (the dead ghost leader of the City Army Army) will be held accountable even if he survives. It would be easier if he died like this.
..." After clapping his hands, Yi Wenyan stood up and looked into the field as he spoke.
The minced meat and grease thrown out from the body of the corpse golem covered the entire auditorium. The military officers who were responsible for the aftermath were controlling the spells, carefully cleaning the scene, and reassembling the unrecognizable body parts into a whole——
This is a good test for their anatomy.
"This is not Sindra's fault." Krell took out a cigarette from his arms, held it in his mouth and lit it gently, then exhaled a breath of cloud, "The carefully crafted corpse demon statue, the steel demon that is heavier than the body
The statues are more suitable for assassinations and multi-terrain assaults. The person who made these corpse golems is a master, and the material of the golems is also very good. If it hadn't been for encountering Scarin and the Silver Blood Angel, I'm afraid the blood would have flowed like a river.
It’s someone else.”
"Huh... Is the material excellent..." Yi Wenyan turned around with a gloomy expression and looked at the visitor in the distance, "It seems that the source of the corpses is indeed the batch of corpses stolen from your trial, right? Andrew
Father Sen? And Archbishop Arlin?"
"Sacred remains cannot be desecrated. No matter who is behind the scenes, I will ask them to confess their sins before the gods..." Faced with Yi Wenyan's inquiry, the other party's answer was also very cold.
The fanatic believer known as the "pale", the walking incarnation of divine punishment, the judge who supervises the sacraments, stepped over the minced meat that had not been cleaned on the ground, and strode towards Ivan Ian. Compared with him, Nan who followed him was
The nominal leader of the church, Arlin Ashest, is as harmless as an ordinary old man who encounters unexpected events.
"Your Excellency Sir Ivan Ian...this is all..." Yaerlin's lips trembled, and he was overwhelmed by the successive changes. But the most important thing was that he never expected that such a fact would actually happen in
In his jurisdiction, by comparison, the previous attacks and killings by the Nanling rebels represented nothing more than secular disputes.
"I just came to you to confirm the identity of the victim." Faced with Andersen's anger and the overwhelmed Yaerlin, Yi Wenyan spread his hands and said, "Desecrating the sacred remains... This should be a common practice in your sect.
Something that cannot be taken lightly.”
"...Evan Ian..." Andrewson strode to and stood less than two meters in front of Ewen Ian. In his green eyes reflecting silver light, there was an inexplicable brilliance, but from then on
The words squeezed out from between his teeth were filled with anger, "Did you do this...?"
Claire subconsciously put out the cigarette in his hand, took a slight step to the side, and stood in front of Ivan Ian.
However, Yi Wenyan patted his shoulder, asked him to step aside, and met Andrewson's eyes: "I don't know what you are talking about, Father?"
"If you are asking who is the person who killed these... yes, it was me and my subordinates."
"..."
"..."
For a moment, no one nearby dared to make a sound, staring blankly at the reactions of the two protagonists, until Arlin, who caught up with Andreessen, gasped and asked in a frightened voice: "Father Andreessen...?"
"Hmph..." Andrewson snorted coldly and turned around slowly.
Yi Wenyan raised his eyebrows somewhat depressedly.
The wind lifted the priest's black robe, and he walked to the remains of a corpse demon. Andrewson slowly squatted down, and Ian could only see his back. "Free my men from pain and uncleanness."
The favor that came out... I recorded it..."
"No... I'm serious, it's just a little effort." Yi Wenyan raised his eyebrows. You never know what the fanatic believers are thinking, "Actually, if something like this happens in the territory, as the lord, our Silver Rose Family
He also has an unshirkable responsibility, so I asked Archbishop Yaerlin to come here because I still want to confirm the issues of responsibility and cooperation——"
After saying that, Yi Wenyi shrugged innocently: "After all, you are the experts in this field."
"...a'yrh..." Andrewson's fingers lightly tapped on the forehead of the corpse. Originally, Yiwen Ian was a little worried that he would use magic to destroy the corpse like Abel, but when Andrewson stood up
When I got up, the corpse was still lying on the ground.
"..." Andrewson turned around with a cold light in his eyes, "No matter who is desecrating the corpses of my men... I will never let them go... As for you... Yiwen Ian..."
"If you go astray...I will deal with you personally..."
Yi Wenyan couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled politely: "Your Majesty, Father, you are serious."
"Father Andrewson! You are so rude!" Yalin, who was listening on the sidelines, couldn't help but loudly accused Andrewson, but the black-robed priest ignored him at all, remained silent, and left alone.
His back looks like a lonely seeker.
"Will I deal with you personally..." On the contrary, Yi Wenyan was not angry at all, but nodded thoughtfully. He felt that he had a little understanding of Andrewson's thoughts.
"Forget it...'what if'...I don't know if this is an awkward way to express goodwill..." (To be continued.)