Vol 5 Chapter 236

"Praise killings, praise deaths, praise wars, praise **** lands."

"Yu ’s name written in the name of blood spreads deep in hell. The north wind roars is the blade of ru, the sickness and aging are the spears of ru. Return to this land again. "

"Great Friedrich, Rune is the master of everything, the end of all things!"

The buzzing sounds gathered in the square, like the moans of the dying patient lingering in everyone's ears, a stream of blood flowing between the mud and the slab gap, like a red snake, winding and spreading, crowd His feet became red.

Over the roofs of different heights, the fire glowed red at night, and pillars of smoke were rising into the sky under the night, and Mars fluttered along the rising hot air over the entire emperor capital, like a starry light river.

Far outside the square, the Lord Bishop raised his head, uncovered the thick cloak with his hands covered with age spots, and watched this scene religiously. He said in a low, hoarse voice:

"Thirty years ago I was in Metz, and I dreamed of all this today. I saw with my own eyes a black flame rising from the ground, turning this decaying empire into ashes."

Young believers looked at the Archbishop respectfully. For those who live in the dark, the Qing Dynasty, thirty years ago, is memorable. In East Metz ’s In any rural village, countless witches, wizards practicing black magic, and people declared to be pagans are dragged out of the house every day, either hanged or put on torture racks.

It was the darkest period of the entire East Metz. Although it severely cracked down on evil forces, it also stagnated the local state of production. After all, no one can stop dissatisfied people from using the name of the temple. Fight against dissidents. The end result is that the entire countryside of East Metz is empty and empty, and until now it has not recovered.

Ironically, the ruthless killings did not stop the spread of darkness. On the contrary, fear and withering countryside provided the soil for pagan beliefs. One fact is that dozens of Year. The temple's control of the East Metz countryside was even weaker.

Most of these young people are believers who have developed since then. They have not seen the cruel era, but through word of mouth in the sect, they have a good understanding of the horrors of that era, and they can survive the era. The old generation of worshippers are respected.

But compared with old men such as bishops, the flames of revenge in these young people's hearts are not inferior to the former, as if only this millennial emperor can be reduced to ruins, can they satisfy everything in their hearts.

Everyone's eyes are fanatical.

Below the square, the Secretaries in black robes lined up in a row. Holding sharp blades in their hands, every time they approached a row of citizens kneeling on the ground, they held down his neck and pierced the latter's heart with a knife.

The dying throbbing awakened from the delusion, struggling to turn around and want to see the killer who killed himself, just like the slaughtered animals, blood bubbles spewed out of their mouths, and the spirit in their eyes a little bit Dim down. The believer lied flatly on the dead body, leaving blood in the mud. Flowing on the square.

But most people didn't even have a chance to resist, they twitched and fell to the ground, row after row, like lambs being massacred. Rows of entangled corpses.

There was a strong **** breath in the air. The blood flowed towards the center of the square like what was called. The statue of the knight stood in the center of the square.

The light of the surrounding torch cast a huge shadow on its face, and it looked like this past hero was shrouded in deep twilight.

But for everything that is happening. The believers and citizens in the front row seemed to turn a blind eye, and they chanted reverently and relentlessly. The blood had not passed the knee of the person in front. They still worshipped with their heads on the ground. As if there was a voice in my heart proclaiming to them, I am your Lord, and I will give you everything-whether it is revenge or eternal life.

The bishop looked at the scene with satisfaction.

The rioting people are gathering in the inner city under the agitation of the shepherds. They ignite everything that can be seen. In the frenetic atmosphere, people gradually lose their reason. They also carefully protect their own Property, but at this moment only one thought remains:

Loot, burn and destroy everything!

And this scene is just a portrayal of one corner of the entire Rusta at this moment. Within the entire imperial capital, dozens of large and small ceremonies are being performed in different places. As long as one third of them are successful, they will It can successfully summon the 'gift' they have prepared for a long time.

This is a great gift for this dying empire.

It used to be so incomprehensible that no one thought that the empire established by Gilt, one of the four wise men, would one day come to an end, even if there were countless kingdoms and principalities that had disappeared for hundreds of years, but the four empires were standing At the apex of the peak of civilization, there was not even a slight fade.

But an occasional opportunity brought together all coincidences, and gave them a moment to control and subvert the fate of this behemoth.

He couldn't help remembering the experience in Metz decades ago, the pride of knights and nobles in the temple, the empire didn't take them as their eyes, let them grow, and waited some time to brutally suppress them .

It's like wheat in the field, but it's not time to harvest.

When the aristocrats watched his colleagues on the gallows, the look was no different from watching the cut wheat. It was the same understatement and a little spectacle.

It was this look that stung him deeply.

The bishop finally glanced at the direction of the square. He saw that the blood pool was converging in the center of the square. It was sticky like a mirror, with a red head and a twisted monster with wings spreading in the pool. The thick blood covered They are connected to the blood pool. It was as ugly as if it were an embryo born in the womb.

He knew that the Son of the Evil God had arrived.

Everywhere in Vaund, Blackfire cults and shepherds follow their shadows, and they worship twisted forces-not chaos and demons, but evil gods. And whether the evil **** is a **** or not. Scholars have argued for thousands of years, but these horrible and ugly beings are indeed part of God-they were born from the blood of God, no one knows who, or what kind of intention they made, but From the day they were born, these horrible and distorted monsters seem to be cursed by all the malice and abominations in this world. They are crazy and irrational, worship killing and cold death, powerful and weird. As if mere existence disturbs the world.

Because of this, from the day the evil gods were born, they were deeply sealed by the people of God, and only a few sons and daughters were left on the earth and called gods.

The most famous of these is the gods born from the blood of Gaia, the magic tree Finidos, and its son-in-law, the golden devil tree, spread throughout the world under the intentional cultivation of the shepherd. Come from this.

The follower of the shepherd, the Blackfire, worships the power of these strange creatures. But for a long time they were still far away from obtaining such power. The weak God made it seem like the limit of mortal power. Since the battle of the Holy One, no one has been so close to a true God.

Even if it is an evil god.

The scholars' debate seems to be over at the moment in Cruz's emperor Rusta.

He pulled down the cloak again, muttering nervously.

"Please forgive me, but I won't give you a chance."

There is nothing more pleasing than watching a once-strengthly terrifying enemy groan in front of himself, but he must look good, those guys who are drunk in the inner city wait until their death is imminent. What an expression would be.

He turned around casually and said to the people around him, "Are we sent to the cat and beard hotel, are we back?"

The young Christians asked each other this question and soon got a negative answer.

This answer can't help making the Bishop frown, as if they were so powerful at this time. Even the empire must kneel in front of him, even a trivial matter to embarrass him?

This feeling made him very dissatisfied.

"Why, don't you have any news?" He could not help slowing down, including deep dissatisfaction.

The believers shook their heads again.

"The city is in a mess now, maybe they are having trouble on their way back." Someone in the crowd offered a reasonable explanation.

The bishop thought for a while and accepted the explanation. When he wanted to come to Lord Hou's plan, there was no possibility of failure. He carefully investigated the people in the hotel and knew that the fiancee of the little aristocrat had no patience.

Of course, the unanticipated factor in Bai Wu was not his consideration.

He decided to put the issue down first, and said, "The rituals in the city must speed up the progress. The main rituals are now almost complete. Dozens of ceremonies, large or small, are those idiots even one-third of them within the time I set? Can't complete the ceremony? "

The young congregations looked at each other, wondering why the bishop adults who seemed to speak well on weekdays suddenly had such a big temper.

But these people weren't a straw bag anymore, and soon someone asked: "Maybe we can contact them?"

The bishop thought for a while, nodded, and they rarely communicated privately on weekdays because they were afraid to be noticed by the ubiquitous witch, but this night they didn't have that worry, just because at this time, the self-righteous queen was already worried about it.

The young members of the church immediately took out a communication crystal, carefully connected it, and handed it to the bishop respectfully.

"Whose crystal is this?"

The bishop turned back and asked, the light of the torch cast the shadow of the hood on his face thickly, as if there was a thick ink mark under each wrinkle.

"It looks like Dennis."

"That was the ceremony at Ninth Avenue."

The bishop held the crystal in his hand and asked lightly, "Is it Dennis, please hear me back."

The crystal was silent for a moment.

Then it lightened slightly, and a voice came from above.

"Hear, but I'm not Dennis."

The bishop froze for a moment.

Everyone at the scene was silent for a while.

Then the former said angrily: "I don't care who you are, you immediately ask Dennis to speak to me."

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult," the voice from Crystal replied somewhat embarrassed.

"What's difficult, is he there?"

There was a rumbling sound over Crystal, and then he replied: "That's the case. I don't know that the corpse at my feet is the person you said. Otherwise, I'll send them over. You come one by one. What do you think? "

The bishop held the communication crystal in his hands.

"You ... who are you?"

"Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce myself," the voice on the crystal replied, "My name is Brando, whether you know me or not, but you better wash your neck and wait for me to kill."

Slap.

The crystal fell to the ground.

In the eyes of everyone looking at each other, the bishop only felt that a rage in his chest was quickly gathering and burning. It felt as if he had just gained unmatched power, and if the empire did not dare to wipe its edge, he had to bow his head in front of him, but a group of clowns were about to jump out and try the knife.

He didn't care about the other's name at all, but only subconsciously thought that it was just a group of enthusiastic enthusiasts who wanted to show themselves before the Queen's Majesty and had lost their heart.

He couldn't help anger and smiled: "These people really want to be famous and crazy, so I'll wash my neck and see how they can kill me."

But unfortunately, this group of lunatics who have lost their minds seems to be just making a joke, and has no real intention to kill him.

But what they did next made the bishop feel even more uncomfortable than being killed.

Under the watchful eyes of all the people present, within a quarter of an hour, the communication crystal on the ground turned on one after another, and every time it turned on, there was a strange voice reporting to the door.

Then tell them: "Dear Sir, Your men died unfortunately in my hands, but I assure you that there will definitely be another time."

The bishop's complexion went from angry to red, to angry blue iron, but after a few times, the faces of all the people present began to change from black to white.

Because they found that in less than half an hour, more than seven ceremonial venues had been attacked. From the reaction of Crystal, there was absolutely no living thing left.

It was only at this moment that the bishop reacted. The other person was by no means a young man who had lost his heart.

This is definitely the revenge that was organized after the reaction of the strength of which side. Unfortunately, the revenge was so fast that it almost made him almost choked. He couldn't help but asked with some trembling:

"How many people did we lose?"

In fact, what he cares about is how many ceremonies are still in operation. For a moment, he almost thinks that the careful planning of the organization has failed by his own hands.

…… (To be continued, please search for floating astronomy, novels are better and faster!