Book Three Light and Darkness Chapter Five Rooting Out
The body of Bishop Ronis was placed in the cathedral by the priests. From the time it was discovered until now, the white magic cast on him by the grief-stricken priests was enough to cure a thousand dying people. But the one on his neck
The horrific blood hole and the knife on the vest that almost reached the heart have been turned into miserable blue bloodstains by the poison and strong curse. These are all strong statements that this respected old man is truly, completely dead.
, even ten thousand times more magic power is in vain.
"Is it him?" Captain Roland's slender eyebrows were furrowed. The appearance of the first swordsman in the empire did not have the fortitude and sharpness of any warrior, but now the light shining in his starry eyes was better than any other.
A peerless sword. Looking at the body of Bishop Ronis and the horrific wounds and bloodstains on the body, his voice and body were trembling slightly.
"All of us outside have seen it." An old priest burst into tears and choked with sobs. Now several old priests who stayed in the cathedral were all in tears, extremely sad and angry. There was already a chaos outside the cathedral.
Crying. Bishop Ronis has been in charge of the Magic Academy for more than 40 years. It can be said that the current status of the Magic Academy in the empire was established by him. Everyone in the Magic Academy shows incomparable respect to this old man.
In the minds of many people, he is simply the incarnation of God. But now he has been despicably assassinated.
Captain Roland did not ask any more questions. There were at least hundreds of clergymen in the cathedral outside at that time. They all dared to swear in the name of God that it was the priest who rushed out from here covered in blood, knocking down several people along the way.
Academy of Magic. With so many such pious witnesses, this matter no longer requires any further verification.
"We also found this in the study." A priest took out the wanted notice that Cuthbert had carefully prepared. It was already stained with blood. But the picture and text were still very clear, enough to make everything clear.
It's all explained.
The Duke, who had been silent until now, was already in tears, and his sadness did not give way to the priests. He suddenly asked: "Has anything strange happened to the Bishop recently?"
An old priest immediately realized and said: "That's right. Bishop Ronis had been there two days ago, but the spy was not there at the time. The bishop only talked for a while with the old man Sandro who was guarding the body.
I seemed to hear the bishop being angry. Then when the bishop came out, I saw that his face was very bad, and he had been depressed for the past two days... and this is what happened."
The Duke's voice was already a little choked with sadness, but it was more filled with grief and anger. "We must catch those bastards of the Undead Guild as soon as possible," he burst out with great force: "We must fight for the sake of the Bishop.
revenge."
The Duke's sorrow and anger immediately infected the people around him. The long-depleted hearts of the old priests were finally inspired by hatred and a huge wave of hatred. "Yes, all the magicians in the Magic Academy will avenge the Bishop."
"So let's think about it carefully now. Think about it carefully." The Duke still maintained his delicate thinking despite his extreme sadness, and analyzed his ideas in a slow and clear tone. "Think about the spy's usual actions.
There are also behaviors, any traces of suspiciousness."
A priest rushed into the cathedral. He was going to the palace to deliver bad news to His Majesty the Emperor.
"Your Majesty was shocked to hear that the Bishop was assassinated, and has cried faintly several times. Your Majesty has ordered the Holy Knights to strictly investigate the murderer, and all the heretics found to be related to the Guild of the Dead will be killed. The imperial edict will arrive soon."
Geffenhart XVII was raised by Bishop Ronis, and to him, this respected old man was almost his grandfather.
Captain Roland's face was as cold as ice and he nodded slowly.
In the big house, Sandro was messing with the corpse as usual, but for some reason, he always felt a little uneasy today. At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.
The ajar door was knocked twice, and a few soldiers walked in. The leader was the small leader of the Royal Guards who knew Sandru.
"Old Sandro, something happened at the Magic Academy." The little boss's expression was a little weird, and his tone was a little unspeakable, and he said to Sandro. "We have something to ask you. Come with us."
"What happened? What happened? What does it have to do with me?" Sandro rolled his eyes and looked at the little boss. "What do you want to ask me? I haven't had much energy these past two days and I don't want to go anywhere."
"Nothing. I just want to invite you to drink tea and chat." The little boss replied. His expression and voice were both fierce. It was obvious that he was using all his energy to create a very relaxed atmosphere.
.
Relatively speaking, the expressions of the three soldiers seemed to be much more natural. While the little boss was talking to Sandro, they were slowly walking towards Sandro.
"Tea? It seems you still owe me money. Last time you went to a prostitute..." Sandro seemed not to notice anything was wrong, chatting with the little boss.
The three soldiers had walked up to Sandro intentionally or unintentionally. Two of them suddenly took action, and one of them grabbed one of the old man's hands. The third one already had a pair of dark red shackles on his hand. This is
Demonic shackles specially used to imprison magicians.
The movements of these three soldiers were concise, fast, and without any tricks, just like three leopards that had been waiting in the grass for a long time. The timing, movements, and positions of their respective positions were also perfectly coordinated, and the division of labor was very clear.
This is a movement that can only be refined through long-term practice and countless practices.
Faced with such a sudden and perfectly coordinated attack, even a good swordsman could only surrender. But this old man Yan, who seemed to have no energy, just took a step back and easily grabbed the two originally
The four wrists that were trying to grab him already fell into his hands. He pulled inward again, and two soldiers who were much larger than him immediately collided with each other. The two men who were so strong and powerful just now were here.
After the impact, he immediately collapsed, and his body began to turn a deathly gray color.
The third soldier who rushed forward no longer had shackles in his hands. In the blink of an eye, he had already reacted, drew his sword, stepped forward and stabbed in one go. With such a quick reaction and such agile movements, even the highest officer of the Royal Guards could not
I don't have such skills...
But it's a pity that such a beautiful sword of his didn't hit anything, and his wrist somehow fell into those pale and withered hands.
"When did you have people from the Holy Knights under your command? Have you been promoted?" Sandro glanced at the little boss with half-open eyes, still speaking in the same tone as if he were chatting in a teahouse. It was just one of his words.
One hand had already lifted the soldier, who was much stronger than himself, into the air. The contrast in his body shape made him look like he was easily carrying a bear-like monkey.
The little boss didn't answer and fell to the ground. He didn't seem to have the strength to even stand up. His hands and feet were trembling and he moved backwards, staring at Sandro. Because Sandro not only picked up
He found such a swordsman of the Holy Knights, and he was still rubbing it.
It is not known when the swordsman died. The tall and strong body now seems to be just stuffed with cotton. Not only was it carried lightly by the old man in his hand, but it was also rubbed by those dry hands.
It was deforming under the pinch. The armor and other things on his body were falling down in pieces, and his body was constantly being folded and rubbed, and then quickly became a piece of meat in Sandru's hands.
Round and round meatballs.
"Are you here to treat me to tea too?" Sandro looked at the door coldly, waved his hand, and the huge meat ball transformed by the swordsman flew towards the person who just came in. This huge hidden weapon is now
The sound of wind and thunder in the air proves that its weight is indeed amazing.
The meat ball also spilled some black juice when it flew forward, and one droplet just happened to fly on the little boss on the ground. The little boss's animal-like howl only lasted for half a sound before disappearing.
The person who had just appeared at the door took a step back, and a line of light appeared in front of him, and then the meat ball was neatly divided into two sides from the middle.
"Okay." Sandro's cheering voice seemed weak, but his eyes that had been lifeless finally shone with light.
The reason why he applauded was not because the meat ball was split into two. After the two neat hemispheres were separated, they neither fell nor continued to fly forward. Instead, they rolled in the opposite direction and lightly bumped into each other.
The walls on the left and right sides were damaged. The juice containing poisonous magic only corroded two large holes in the walls on both sides, and not a single bit touched this person.
This sword not only split the flying meat ball itself, but also combined with the rolling air, the splashing juice, the magic power contained in it, and even the momentum, inertia, and smell of the flying over. This
Everything about Meat Ball was split into two and disappeared with this sword.
"Okay." The man took three steps back after splitting the meat ball, and cheered Sandro in a deep voice. The light in his eyes was even stronger than the sword in his hand. If there was even the slightest deviation in the sword just now, the inside could not be destroyed.
If the circulating magic power is completely disintegrated, this venom magic ball, which is probably large enough to kill everyone in the royal capital, will explode in front of him.
Appearing at the door was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He had an elegant and elegant face. Even with such a serious and solemn expression, there was no majestic and murderous aura under his facial features. If it weren't for the flash of that look on his body,
With his armor gleaming with magic and a long sword exuding a hint of coldness in his hand, he looked like he was just a scholar who was well versed in poetry.
"You said yes? So you want to invite me to drink tea?" Sandro replied in a humming voice, while standing up straight for the first time, his body that had always been a little rickety.
"No. I'm here to arrest you, or to kill you." The person's words were very direct, as sharp as the sword he had just struck.
"I see." The sound of crackling densely packed joints came from various parts of Sandro's body. With these sounds, his body almost grew in size. "It's a pity that I never like being caught, let alone being caught."
People kill.”
"I never like nonsense either." The visitor flicked his wrist, and the buzzing sound of the long sword filled every inch of the big room. "Let's get down to business."
Three hundred meters outside the big house, an old priest frowned and asked Duke Mrak next to him: "Your Majesty, is this a bit exaggerated?"
"No. We must be careful and go all out to deal with those evil necromancers." The Duke's face rarely had that gentle and friendly smile, but a solemn expression, and his slender eyes stared unblinkingly.
The big house in the distance.
"But no matter how careful you are, there is no need to be like this." The old pastor looked at the formation in front of him that seemed a bit exaggerated.
A hundred meters outside the big house, hundreds of members of the Holy Knights formed an encirclement. Behind them were almost all the priests and magicians from the magic academy.
After everyone worked together to discuss and analyze it, the old man Sandro where the spy lived fell into everyone's sight. Although this old man has been in the magic academy for twenty years, and the bishop seems to be very familiar with him, but
With the spy's experience, it is enough to show how pervasive the people of the Necromancer Guild are. Moreover, the spy has never studied in a magic academy. He has been with the old man before. Coupled with the old man's eccentric habits, these
There are enough reasons.
After sending reconnaissance personnel to investigate, they found that the old man was still there. So they decided to arrest him first for investigation. If there was any resistance, he would be killed.
Of course, this matter was carried out by Captain Roland, who had the emperor's orders. No one had any objection to the strength of the empire's first swordsman. However, the Duke expressed that he was a high-ranking and powerful person.
Uniquely cautious, Captain Roland suggested that he bring more people and called on the priests from the magic academy to come together. If the old man was really a necromancer, everyone could avenge Bishop Ronis.
"Captain Roland has been in there for so long. I think he has probably been arrested and is being searched and interrogated." The old priest looked at the encirclement that could definitely conquer a city in terms of combat power. He really felt that something was wrong. From the Magic Academy
It was really unseemly for all the magicians to come out here and watch as if they were just watching the show. Everyone was some distance away from the big house, and although no one could see what was going on inside, they could definitely guess it.
Suddenly there was an angry shout, and a strange sound like a piece of cloth breaking.
The big house was neatly divided into two parts in the middle, and then broke apart at the waist. The two-piece wall and roof slowly fell to both sides, and landed suddenly, stirring up dust all over the sky. The break
The opening was actually neat and smooth, as if it had been cut with a knife. From a distance, it looked like a delicate toy had been chopped with a knife.
The members of the Holy Knights did not make any noise or move. However, the magicians and priests of the Magic Academy exclaimed and shouted in unison, which was no less than the loud noise of the walls and roof falling to the ground. Such power must be Roland's
Only Captain De could send it out. And the fact that he took action undoubtedly meant that there was really a necromancer inside.
A figure flew out of the dust and smoke and landed in front of the encirclement. It was Captain Roland.
But contrary to the shocking scene just now, Captain Roland staggered after landing, and could hardly even stand. The originally thin and handsome face was full of anger and surprise, and not only his face
, the exposed skin of his whole body and even his fingertips had a disgusting gray color like the floor in the corner of the toilet. He had been poisoned and cursed, and it was an extremely powerful corpse poison. If it had been anyone else, he would have been a dead gray.
A rotten corpse.
Two rays of white magic lit up on him, and the two senior priests of the Holy Knights immediately used healing spells. After coming back to their senses, hundreds of priests from the Magic Academy also took action. An astonishing number of various
A kind of healing magic swarmed in and immediately washed away the poisonous gas and curse on Captain Roland, and then an equal number of various auxiliary magics from various departments and levels fell on him.
The light of the auxiliary magic on his body was so strong that it was almost dazzling. But Captain Roland's face was still ugly. He glared at the churning dust in front of him and shouted: "Everyone is ready for battle."
The hands of hundreds of members of the Holy Knights gathered together at the same time to make a sound of sword drawing that resounded through the sky. Then the world was filled with a chorus of thousands of mouths reciting incantations at the same time. The bodies of each member of the Holy Knights lit up in turn.
Various auxiliary magics shined, like a grand magic exhibition.
The dust in the encirclement has gradually dispersed, and what appears inside is a group of corpses eager to move. Some of these corpses have no heads, no hands, some no legs, or no left or right body, or no upper half.
There is no lower half. They all suffered from Captain Roland's two powerful swords just now, which even damaged the house. But now they all look energetic and agile. Among these corpses is a man with a black robe and beard.
All white people.
"Avenge the Bishop." Someone shouted, and the loud and chaotic spells began to sound again. But this time it was not an exhibition of auxiliary magic, but various attack magics. Holy Word, Holy Light, Undead
Dispel, fireball, flame wall, continuous fireball, violent flame, lightning, ice burst, thunder bomb... In addition to the top big spells and various comprehensive forbidden spells, almost all the magic that can appear in the magic textbooks of the magic academy
Showing his own light and power, he rushed towards the group of corpses and the black-robed men among the corpses like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, rushing forward and covering them up.
Looking at this unprecedented and probably unprecedented magical fireworks, the Duke finally showed a charming smile that no one else had time to appreciate. Because everyone can be sure that even if a god descends to earth, he will only die under such a ferocious wave of magic.