Chapter 78: Empire border, bloody trial, is there no suspense for the saint?
On the horizon, the clouds are crimson, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, a blue rainbow light flies towards the east against the grass.
Ren endured the pain, his light wings behind him were beating at high speed, and he was running away with all his strength. He was afraid that the demon was chasing him, so he didn't dare to stop at all. Little did he know that the demon was also running for his life in a hurry.
There are at least four or five human kings hunting down Samael.
The Demon King himself has some mud bodhisattva crossing the river, so he has no time to chase down Ren.
Regardless of how arrogant the demons were before, they had all been arranged in advance and used the "Guilty Crown" to seal off the space so that Bordon and Thunder Sword Master could not send out a distress message, so they could close the door and beat the dog.
But once the news leaks out, they have no advantage.
In particular, the demon descendant's plan has failed. He lost the ancient corpse and Forrest has not been able to recover, let alone be able to unite his soul and body to surpass the peak...
This left Samael alone unable to fight against the several human kings who came after hearing the news.
The Demon Lord can only escape at this time. If he is blocked by Captain Richard and the Calamity Sword Master, he will shed his skin even if he does not die.
However, Ren had just received a severe beating from the demon and was somewhat psychologically affected.
He just wanted to stay away from the battlefield, but he never thought that the awesome demon descendants were also running for their lives in a hurry...
"Ren, it's okay, no one should be chasing you."
After running for a few hours, the witch reminded me.
She was being held in his arms by his waist. The intimate posture of the princess's hug made her feel very warm and safe.
Moreover, even in the most dangerous time, he did not abandon her...
When she thought of this, the witch felt very warm in her heart.
The scenery on both sides was retreating rapidly, and the howling wind stirred the witch's long purple hair. The corners of her mouth were raised with an intoxicating smile. She couldn't help but press her face against his broad chest, caressing it gently, with infinite tenderness in her eyes.
As if she wanted to get closer to him, she put a pair of snow-white arms around his back, and curled up her delicate body.
Just as a baby longs for its mother's warm arms, she also longs for his embrace.
This is the feeling she has been pursuing, as safe and warm as home...
As he was running for his life, Ren didn't notice anything unusual about the witch. He was still thinking about the tragic battle before and said:
"We can't stop. I'm a bit seriously injured now. If the devil catches up, I'll be in trouble."
"Do not worry."
The witch laughed a little, reached out and pinched his cheek, and explained softly, "Humans are not that weak. After the news is leaked, Samael will not dare to pursue us openly, unless he is dead."
She thought that Samael and Alves were also running for their lives at the moment, so there was no time to trouble them.
Renn didn't think the witch would lie to her. After hearing this, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and closed the blue light wings behind her.
puff!
He landed on the ground, and as soon as he let go of the witch, he suddenly felt fatigue and pain coming over him. His body shook and he coughed out a mouthful of bright red blood.
"Are you okay?" The witch quickly supported him, looking at his pale and weak look, her eyes were full of worry.
"It's okay, I can't die."
Ren was panting, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his eyes were dim, and his breath was listless.
He was seriously injured this time.
After being punched by the ancient corpse, his ribs were broken and his internal organs were ruptured. To make matters worse, the corpse spirit of the thousand-year-old Zongzi entered his body and was frantically eroding his blood and vitality, making it difficult for him to heal his internal injuries.
The worst thing was getting shot by "Primal Darkness".
The power of this top-notch gun was so terrifying that it opened a bloody hole in his abdomen as big as a fist.
The terrifying power of original darkness that symbolized the end of all things was constantly eroding his flesh, flesh and even soul, making his wound unable to heal, and black blood kept flowing out.
The evil spirit of the ancient corpse and the power of the famous spear are obviously far beyond the level of a mid-level saint.
These two powerful and evil alien powers made it difficult for Ren's immortal golden body to heal itself.
Fortunately, the scabbard Avlon continued to recover blood, otherwise, he would not have been able to forcefully suppress the injury before, kill Prince Christian of the demon clan with one shot, and then snatch the ancient corpse...
"Where is this?"
Ren held the witch's shoulders and looked around.
The mountains and rivers in this area are beautiful and the scenery is pleasant. The afterglow of the setting sun makes the flowers, plants and shrubs turn red, making them appear more tender. The outlines of some houses can be seen at the foot of the mountain not far away.
The flying speed of Star Wings is still very fast. After one afternoon of escaping, they have already left the Kingdom of Faloran.
"This is the northwest border of the Norm Empire."
The witch looked at the surrounding scene for a while, and finally her eyes stopped on the small town in the distance, and said, "That should be Mara Town over there. Let's go there to rest."
As she said that, she rolled up her sleeves, and regardless of her ladylike image, she carried Ren on her back and walked over there.
The two entered Mara Town, with the woman carrying the man on her back. This somewhat unusual combination attracted the attention of some residents.
Soon, a warm-hearted uncle came over, looked at the witch and said:
"Madam, your son looks seriously injured. Do you need me to help you carry him to the hospital?"
Witch: "..."
(?_?),Does she look so old?
Renn: "..."
Does he look so small?
Although he has a baby face and a slightly immature appearance, he never expected that passers-by would mistake him for the son of a witch...
Too bad.
"No need." The witch said coldly, carrying Ren towards the hotel.
Uncle: "..."
(??_??)?, What’s wrong? Why are you so angry?
Ren lay on the witch's back. Although he was weak, he still looked around to observe the environment of the town.
This small town located on the border of the Nokman Empire is not very prosperous. There are not many high-rise buildings and villas. They are all two- and three-story buildings. The roads are relatively clean. There is no cow dung, horse dung, vegetable leaves, paper scraps and other garbage that can be seen everywhere.
, it seems that someone cleans it frequently.
The key is the atmosphere.
At dusk, there are many pedestrians on the road.
Residents were in small groups, chatting, visiting the market, and some children were playing in the street. The overall atmosphere was quite peaceful.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! This kind of peaceful and contented scene is hard to see in the remote towns in the Kingdom of Faroland.
Nowadays, in many places in Falorland, there is always a feeling that the vegetation is full of soldiers and the wind is shaking.
A glimpse of the whole picture reveals the whole story. It is not difficult to find that the civil order in the Nokman Empire is quite stable, at least much better than that of Farrowland. There should not be many demons coming here to cause trouble.
But this is normal. It takes a lot of courage to come to this empire to cause trouble.
After all, the sword energy of the Sky Sword Master is like an intercontinental missile and can hit any corner of the empire...
The witch carried Ren on her back to a tavern in the town. Before she entered, she heard the chatter of extraordinary beings outside the bat door.
"Hey, do you know who angered Master Sword Master of the Sky? Master Campbell said that at noon, he sensed an astonishing sword energy flying from the sky, which scared him so much that he almost peed his pants."
"Who knows, Master Sword Master hasn't thrown sword energy at other countries for a long time."
"I don't know who has been chopped down. Let's observe three minutes of silence for him."
There was a lot of noise about the Sky Sword Master's move, and many people noticed it, but few people knew the inside story, and the news about the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm has not yet spread.
The extraordinary people in the tavern quickly ignored this topic and talked about the gossip of the royal family.
"There are recent rumors that Princess Kesha is getting married."
"No, how is this possible? Her Royal Highness has never given any man a good look. There are even rumors that she will never marry for life."
"This time it seems to be true."
"No, the goddess of my dreams will only marry me in the end, and there is no way she can take advantage of other stinky men!"
"Get out of your way, I will urinate yellow and wake him up."
"..."
The atmosphere in the tavern was lively, and the extraordinary people were chatting here and there.
There were drunkards shouting and getting drunk, gamblers playing dice and cards, and some mature ladies in hot clothes sitting in the arms of the guests, smiling coquettishly.
The witch carried Ren on her back and pushed open the door.
There was a pungent smell in the air, which made her frown slightly.
It was the smell of cigarettes, spirits, low-quality perfume mixed with the stench of men's sweat. It was very smoky.
The appearance of the two men caused a slight silence in the tavern.
The main thing is that the witch Josephina is very beautiful, with watery eyes as clear as sapphires, a face with tender skin that can be broken by blows, and under the slightly loose purple silk robe, her plump and attractive breasts and buttocks
The curve is looming.
This kind of top-notch beauty will easily attract the prying eyes of men wherever she goes, let alone a chaotic place like a small town tavern.
"Gulu."xN
Some mercenaries and drunkards immediately swallowed their saliva and looked at the witch with greedy and fiery eyes.
It's a pity that the witch didn't give them a chance to show off. With a cold glance, the magic power on her body fluctuated faintly, carrying wisps of holy power.
The whole tavern was suddenly silent.
The next moment, mercenaries, bounty hunters, cowboys... everyone looked away silently, not daring to take another look at the witch.
The Nokman Empire is much stronger than the Kingdom of Faloran. It is one of the top superpowers on the Saigon Continent, with great national power and many masters.
Even so, the saint is not a cabbage.
In this small town, no one can offend a saint.
The owner of the tavern is a man who looks to be about thirty years old. He is tall and slender, but a little thin. He looks like a bamboo pole when he stands there.
With a warm smile on his face, he looked at the witch and said respectfully:
"Your Highness, what service do you need?"
When you meet a saint you don't know, just call him Your Highness. This is a common rule in mainland China.
"Give me a good room, and don't let anyone disturb me without my instructions." The witch said coldly.
The tavern owner nodded quickly and said, "Understood."
Under the guidance of the waiter, the witch carried Ren on her back, climbed the wooden stairs, and checked into the most luxuriously decorated couple's suite on the fourth floor of the tavern.
After seeing the witch disappear, the tavern became noisy again.
"Who is this woman?"
"I don't know, don't ask, that woman doesn't look easy to mess with."
"Ignorance, the real danger is that man." A mercenary leader whispered.
He was a master, a fourth-level Golden Rose Knight, but the moment he met the eyes of the man on the witch's back, he felt suffocated and trembling.
He was a little lucky. Fortunately, no drunk fool came forward to pester and provoke, otherwise...
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Falorland, southeastern border, Lot town.
The peaceful town in the past was eerily quiet in the twilight. It was not quiet, but lifeless. The orange setting sun shone on the blood-stained streets and alleys, giving it a coquettish beauty of death.
Half of the house collapsed, and the wind blew through the streets, making a sound like crying.
Cold corpses lay on the streets, beside walls and in alleys. There were men, women, and children. They all had bloody holes in their hearts or heads, as if they had been stabbed to death by spears.
Scattered pale flames burned in the sky, and wisps of original darkness remained in the streets and alleys.
Karl the Butcher was kneeling in the middle of the street, panting. Blood flowed from his severed arm and dyed the ground red. There were dead bodies all around him.
His breath was weak, his face was covered with burns and blood stains, and he was almost disfigured. The sleeves of his right arm were empty, and his windbreaker and uniform were soaked and stained with blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.
Of course, as long as the person is alive, these injuries can always be recovered, and the saint's vitality is very tenacious.
"Karl!"
"Mr. Director!"
On one side of the street, Deputy Director Tulalang and a team of deacons from the 7th Bureau saw Karl and ran over in a hurry.
Tularang supported Karl, looking panicked, and said:
"Carl, are you okay?"
"Don't worry, you won't die."
Director Carl wiped the blood on his face with his remaining left hand, reluctantly opened his eyes, and looked at the dead town strewn with corpses with a solemn gaze.
A few hours ago, he encountered the demon king Samael in this small town.
He tried his best to fight, but was still defeated and suffered heavy losses.
If it had not been for the timely rescue by the Nine Star Elders of the Natural School, he would have died.
Karl is a strong man at the peak of level 30, and his life form is already transforming to the king level, surpassing the limit of a mid-level saint.
He has king-level floor strength.
If faced with old Forrest who only has his soul left, he has the strength to fight and can protect himself no matter what happens.
But the Demon Lord Samael is the best even among the Dark Lords, and it is obviously beyond what Karl can handle.
After half an hour of fierce fighting, Carl was seriously injured.
However, there is no such thing as the "Crown of Guilty" to blockade this area. Even if a demon realm is set up, some news will inevitably be leaked. The elders of Nine Stars came after hearing the news...
Seeing that Karl's life was not in danger, Tularang breathed a sigh of relief and asked:
"Karl, what happened here? Did Samael bloodbath this town?"
"No." Karl shook his head, stood up slowly, and glanced around and said, "Three days ago, Samael sealed off this town with a domain for testing."
"Trial?"
"In the trial of the Son of Original Darkness, he asked Alvis to hold a rusty spear and kill the men, women, and children in the town one by one, saying that this was to temper his character...
…”
"..."
Upon hearing this, Deputy Director Tulalang frowned.
In the 7th game, there are some records about Alves.
He is a very rare hybrid of human and demon.
This identity is very subtle. You can say he is a human or a demon.
Countries and major forces in the mainland also have different opinions on whether to accept this hybrid of demons and humans.
The church resolutely does not recognize hybrids of humans and demons as having human status. It considers them to be dirty monsters with impure blood. Once discovered, they will be caught immediately and burned to death with holy flames.
However, this kind of mixed race is too rare, and there are only a dozen cases in the history books, so it usually does not cause any disputes.
"Now Alves can belong to the demon camp. He can't turn back."
Tularang looked at the dead bodies on the ground and said indifferently.
Everyone in this town was slaughtered, including women, the elderly, and children. The smell of blood lingered in the air for a long time.
Director Carl did not speak, which was regarded as acquiescence.
There is no record of Alves harming humans in the data. He seems to have always kept in mind his mother's words to be kind to others. He hides in human society as a human and lives a life of eating and waiting to die. He also chooses to give in when bullied...
But now, under the pressure of the Demon King, he wielded the butcher knife and killed everyone in a small town.
There was no turning back for Alves at this point, even if he was forced, the church would never tolerate this kind of behavior anyway.
Karl's eyes were indifferent and he sighed: "It seems that we have another difficult enemy."
The original Son of Darkness was not just a rumor.
Alvis's talent is so high and his bloodline is so strong that it is easy to become the Dark Lord. Even reaching the level of the Demon King is very promising.
Otherwise, Samael would not have used such cruel methods to force him to massacre a group of civilians.
Being "cared for" and cultivated by the demon camp, it won't be long before Alves will become a dark lord.
In the future, he will definitely be a serious concern for mankind.
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Faroland, Southern Plains.
It is getting late, and the setting sun is being swallowed up bit by bit.
In a small church located in the suburbs of Durham County, prayers rang out.
“The Holy Spirit revived from the distant moment;
The glorious Lord who sits above the human world;
You are the one who accomplishes all the good deeds in the world;
You are the Savior from sin and evil;
You are the true self of all living beings and the home of the soul...
O Goddess, may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”
On the altar, several beautiful women dressed in elegant nun attire and bathed in the holy light were praying.
The interior of the church is made of white marble, and the hall is illuminated by side windows on both sides. The windows are thin and long, with colorful stained glass inlaid with exquisite patterns. At dusk, the light is hazy and mysterious.
On the altar, nine candidate saints prayed together and recited the "Glorious Scripture".
Every word they read will turn into golden sacred text and be imprinted in the void. The densely packed sacred texts are like golden stars twinkling, exuding an aura of divine majesty.
The entire interior of the church is illuminated by the radiance of the Holy Power, and the white marble walls are dyed with a faint golden glow, making it solemn and solemn.
Under the reading platform, on the first row of seats, stood several cardinals and knights templar, and behind them were some believers who were praying with them.
Further away, two men stood near the door.
The church’s top genius, “Holy White Sword” Michelle, had no expression on his face. He looked at the man opposite and said:
"Captain, do you want to continue the screening? With all due respect, this is a complete waste of time. The gap between them and Kate Reinhardt is too big and there is no comparison."
It's not that he is impatient, there is someone who stands out from the crowd, the advantage is too obvious.
The other eight candidate saints combined are not enough for Kate to fight with one hand.
What a crap choice.
Gonzalez has a tall and straight figure, a tough face, wears a gorgeous streamlined armor made of holy silver, and has a pair of bright blue eyes, giving people a majestic and upright feeling.
When he heard Michelle's impatient words, his face twitched, he put his hand to his forehead and said:
"Michelle, this is a rule. Moreover, the selection of a saint does not necessarily depend on strength. If the strength is not good enough, the church can slowly cultivate it. As long as the talent is good..."
"Pull him down."
Michelle looked cold and did not give face to the group leader, so she interrupted him directly, "The troubled times are coming. Now there is no time for them to grow up slowly, and I don't have time to be their nanny.
Listen to me, send them all to the front line of the plains, only one will die, and that person is the saint, no one will be dissatisfied."
Captain Gang: "..."
If you do this, no one will be dissatisfied.
After all, only one of them is dead...
Today's young people are very angry and impatient, and they don't like to follow a step-by-step approach.
At this time, Cardinal Anthony came over, seemed to have heard what the two people said, nodded and said:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Except for some doubts about her identity, Kate is indeed the best choice. If nothing else, with her temperament and appearance, she will have no shortage of believers when she stands among the crowd.
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Captain Gang: "..."
Why are you, an old bishop, so impatient?
Captain Gonzalez couldn't help but glance at the altar.
He had to admit that Kate's advantage was too great, so great that there was no suspense.
At this time, Artoria was leaning toward her sister.
She has an exquisitely beautiful face, emerald eyes that are crystal clear without any impurities, her skin is as white and supple as milk, and her smooth golden hair is simply tied into a bundle with a small bow at the end.
She was wearing a dark blue nun's uniform, with a silver armor on the outside, and a silver chain that lightly locked her surprisingly plump chest. Her legs were wrapped in stockings of the same color, and the skin of her thighs under the nun's uniform was vaguely visible.
It's mind-blowing.
The whole person looks like a saint, but also has the coldness and coolness of a warrior, which makes her look pure and lovable, but also awe-inspiring and unwavering.
In fact, her look was designed by Lane.
The inspiration is Joan of Arc in the moon world. The clothes and armor were all made by someone like Lei. He first projected and copied a set, and then found someone to customize it...
The effect is awesome.
Even Cardinal Anthony thought it was perfect. This image was even better than the best saint he imagined...
As for strength, there is no comparison.
Except for Kate, the other candidate saints are only at the peak of the fourth level, and Kate is already a middle-level saint.
Captain Gonzalez also felt that the gap was clear at a glance, but there were some problems with Kate's origins.
She claims to be a descendant of the Moon Goddess, has a family inheritance, comes from the North Sea Islands, and is a distant relative of Earl Connoll.
However, the North Sea Islands are too far away from Farolland and the St. Joan Empire, and because of the geographical environment, the people there basically believe in various sea gods. No god there can beat the sea god.
The church did not preach much there and had no influence network, so it was difficult to verify her words.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that she and Earl Connoll are indeed closely related...
Captain Gonzalez could not help but feel hesitant and found it difficult to make up his mind.
"It's not good! Captain, Bishop Anthony, there has been an accident at the Baihua Secret Realm, and Lord Sam has fallen."
At this time, a young paladin ran over in a panic.
"What?!"
Gonzales was shocked and lost his voice.
Regardless of the occasion, he hurriedly called for Michel and several cardinals to walk to the secret room on the side of the church.
The prayers of the candidate saints were interrupted for a while, and after they barely finished, these girls couldn't help but look at each other.
Something happened in the Secret Land of Hundred Flowers?
Lord Sam...isn't he the Thundering Sword Master? Has he fallen?
Several candidate saints looked surprised. They walked out and found that there was almost a chaos inside and outside the church, and even the streets of the city were in an uproar.
"Sister Melanie, what happened?" A candidate saint stopped an old nun.
"I don't know much about it either. There are rumors going around that the demons attacked the adventurers who went to enter the Secret Realm of Hundred Flowers. Many people were killed."
The old nun looked solemn, sighed, clasped her hands together, and recited a few words of goddess blessing.
Seeing Kate running out, she shouted, "Kate, where are you going?"
"If something happens, I'll go back first."
Hearing that something happened in the Secret Realm of Hundred Flowers, Artoria looked a little panicked and hurriedly ran out of the church.
"What's up with her?"
"I don't know. She has always been calm. I have never seen her look so panicked."
"There won't be any relatives or friends who were killed, right?"
Seeing her running out, several candidate saints whispered, with some gloating in their eyes.
There is no way, there is only one position for the saint, and Kate puts too much pressure on them. Almost all the candidate saints hope that something will happen to her, and it is best to be eliminated unexpectedly.
But they are destined to be disappointed.
Arturia ran out of the church and went to the noisy street, trying to find out what was going on.
When she was blown by the cold wind, she remembered that she had a special communication channel.
Artoria: [Hey, are you okay?]
Ren: [It's okay, I escaped successfully. My fighting spirit turned into a horse, and even the Dark Lord couldn't catch up.]
Artoria: "..."
(￣△￣；)
How long has it been since? Return to skin.
Artoria: [What about the others?]
Renn: [They are all on the street, MD. The devil has no moral ethics and stole the body of the Barbarian King of the Western Wilderness. Adding the soul of Forrest, two king-level combat powers + four or five dark princes,
This combination is simply shameless when it comes to beating our four middle saints...]
After his narration, Arturia roughly understood the cause, process and outcome of the incident.
Although it was dangerous, Renn successfully escaped, which allowed her to calm down a little. She put her hand on her chest and took a few breaths of relief.
Just be fine.
After calming down, Arturia sent the message and returned to the church. Along the way, she could hear people's heated discussions and quarrels.
Although the relevant news has not yet been published in newspapers, the news has been spread through various channels.
