“So to say that Demonic Cultist is preparing these secret passages to pass through many people?”
Alca groaned. Obviously, Brando’s way of asking questions was somewhat unexpected, but he was a smart youngster and immediately realized the problem. He frowned and said, “I don’t know, but I think it should be like this. “”
“You said that you know where one of the secret passages is, how much is such a secret passage?” Brando asked again.
“Not much, but there should be more than two or three.”
Old Nederhoven listened to the conversation between the two, when the eyes flashes: “The inner city is in danger.”
“This is exactly our chance.” Nederhoven Jr. on the side looked a little excited: “The Queen is too arrogant, perhaps after the dragon Gwendolyn has blinded her, Tree Shepherds must be prepared.”
“The problem is that we still don’t know what her picture is.”
“No need to know.” Brando replied softly: “We don’t leave the secret passage.”
“Don’t leave the secret passage?” Alca didn’t really understand what the noble guy was thinking.
Brando was chilling, and coldly replied: “Before you see Her Majesty, let’s collect it first-“
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“Like the slaughter, praise death, praise the war, praise the bloody land.”
“The name written in the name of blood spreads in the depths of Hell. The north wind whistling is the blade of the sorrow. The aging and aging is the lance, the unbeaten, the immortal, the immortal, when I wait for your name, you will be again Return to this land.”
“The great Frederick, the master of all things, the end of all things!”
The sound of the plaque on the square gathered together, and it was like a dying patient lingering in the ears of everyone. A stream of blood flowed between the mud and the slate, like a red snake, spread and spread. The feet were reddish.
Over the roof of different heights, the fire reflected the night, a column of smoke was rising in the night, and the sparks floated up the entire emperor along the rising hot air, like a little light river.
Far from the outskirts of the square, Bishop adults raised their heads and uncovered the thick cloak with hands covered with age spots, watching this scene devoutly. He said in a low, hoarse voice:
“Thirty years ago, at Metz, I dreamed about all of today. I saw the black flame coming out of the Underground and turning this decaying empires into ashes.”
Young believers have looked at Big Bishop reverently. For those who live in the dark, the big Qing dynasty, thirty years ago, is so memorable, in East Metz. In any of the country villages, there are countless witches, Black Wizard’s wizards, and people who are declared pagans are dragged out of the house every day, either hanged or placed on a firearm.
It was the darkest period of the entire East Metz. Although it severely cracked down on the evil forces, it also made the local production state a stagnation. After all, no one can stop the dissatisfied person from being in the name of Holy Cathedral. Fight against dissidents. The final result is that the entire East Metz’s rural ten rooms are empty, and it has not recovered yet.
Ironically, the ruthless slaughter did not stop the spread of darkness. On the contrary, the fear and the ruined countryside provided the soil for the survival of the pagan faith. The fact is that after the end of the Holy Cathedral Years. Holy Cathedral’s control over East Metz’s countryside is even weaker.
Most of these youngsters were believers who developed after that. They have never seen the cruel era, but they have a good understanding of the horror of that era through the mouth of the sect, for those who can survive from that era. The older generation of believers are revered in their hearts.
But compared with the old people like Bishop, the flames of revenge in these youngsters are not inferior in the slightest. It seems that only by turning this thousand-year-old emperor into ruins can they satisfy the ruin of their hearts.
Everyone is in the eyes of Fanaticism.
Below the square, the secretaries of the black robe walked in a row. Holding the bright blade in their hands, each time they approached a row of people who crouched on the ground, they held his neck and pierced the heart of the latter.
The pain of dying is awakened from the illusion, and the deceased struggles to turn around and wants to see the killing of one’s own murderer. Like the slaughtered animals, the blood bubbles spew from their mouths, and the eyes are a little bit pleasing. Go down. The devotees laid the ground for the loss of life, and the blood was blended into the earth. Flowing in the square.
But most people didn’t even have the chance to resist, twitching and falling on the ground, row after row, as if they were massacred by the lambs, the believers moved very fast, and there was only one row left in the second half of the square. Rows of entangled bodies.
The air is filled with a strong bloody atmosphere. The blood seemed to be drawn to the center of the square, and the statue of Knight stood high in the center of the square, and looked at the scene with indifference.
The rays of light around the torch cast a huge shadow on its face, and it looked like the past hero was shrouded in deep suffocation.
But for everything that is happening here. The believers in the front row seemed to turn a blind eye. They sweared relentlessly, and the blood did not pass the knees of the people in front. They still slammed their heads and worshipped them with sincerity and fear. As if there is a voice in my heart that is proclaimed to them, I am your master and will give you everything – whether it is revenge or eternal life.
Bishop looked at the scene with satisfaction.
The rioters are gathering under the encouragement of Tree Shepherd’s to the inner city. They ignite everything they can see. Under the atmosphere of Fanaticism, people gradually lose their senses. They are normally and carefully guarding one’s own property. But at the moment, only the single thought head is left in the heart:
Grab, burn, destroy everything!
And this scene is just a portrayal of the entire corner of Lucita at the moment. Within the entire emperor, there are dozens of large and small ceremony in different places, and as long as one third succeeds, it can succeed summon out The ‘gifts’ they have been preparing for a long time.
This is a gift to the empire that is about to die.
It used to be so incomprehensible. No one thought that this empire built by Flame King Gaetel, one of the four sages, would one day come to an end. Even if there were countless kingdoms and the Principality disappeared for centuries, the four empires always stood in civilization. The apex of the peak has not even faded.
But an accidental opportunity to bring all the coincidences together, so that they also have the moment to control and subvert the fate of this behemoth.
He couldn’t help but think of the experience in Metz decades ago, the Knight and noble arrogance of Holy Cathedral, the empire did not put these people in their eyes, let them grow, and waited for a moment to brutally suppress them. .
It seems to be the wheat in the ground, but it is not the time to harvest.
When the nobles looked at his peers on the gallows, the gaze was no different from looking at the cut wheat. It was all the same, and with a little ornamental nature.
It was such a gaze that deeply hurt him.
Bishop finally glanced at the direction of the square. He saw that the blood pool was gathering in the center of the square. It was thick like a mirror, a red-headed, twisted monster with wings was struggling in the pool, thick blood covered They are connected to the blood pool. As if it were an embryo born in the womb, it is ugly and disgusting.
He knew that evil God’s Son had come.