Chapter 622

Under the fire, the night is red!

The battle... Started suddenly.

The church Knights of Byrne Cathedral were unaware of anyone approaching; It was not until the explosion shattered the church gate that these "guardians of the Holy Cross" woke up from their sleep. More than half of them hurried into the battle without even wearing armor, and then encountered the raiding mercenaries and heretic believers.

The trembling roar sounded in the night, and the burning Cathedral shook violently; The cult crazy believers covered by the fire roared and roared like fierce ghosts climbing out of the flames from all directions, and immediately surrounded the whole cathedral.

The guards standing guard outside the door have been "dedicated" in the explosion. The remaining church Knights pulled out their swords and formed a thin array behind the church gate to intercept several times, or even ten times, their heretic believers.

Suddenly, the church knights were frightened and frightened by the tide of enemies; He could only resist hard and ring the bell tower of the church to ask for help.

Although there was no need to do so after the explosion

Because like the abrupt beginning, the end of the whole battle is also "sudden".

The church Knights without warning or even a bit of defense did not even have the space to organize and assemble. The original raid soon evolved into a one-sided Massacre... In front of several or even dozens of enemies, the single church knights had no chance to parry, and the only small group of elite assembled in a hurry was quickly "swallowed".

The strike of the blade turned into a dying cry, which was torn apart before it was raised;

The gushing plasma dyed the steps red, and the bones of broken arms and limbs filled the temple;

In the twinkling of an eye, the burning cathedral was full of corpses. The frightened church Knight couldn't even finish the last prayer before falling down. One ferocious figure after another stepped on his body reflected in his gray pupils.

Originally, this situation is simply impossible to happen;

According to the church's regulations, every Cathedral should have a certain number of oath Knights stationed and guarded, but the regulations and reality are always two different things - since the second generation of Holy Cross Church completely ruled the imperial faith, the number of oath Knights has greatly decreased, and the "grand occasion" of the past will not be repeated.

Moreover, after wiping out the heretical beliefs and evil gods everywhere, the Holy Cross Church does not need to place the top military oath knights in this "rear"... Except for a certain number of cathedrals in the imperial capital, all the others are stationed in the fortress of duanjie mountain to resist the invasion of demons from the North.

The oath Knights of the Holy Cross Church are decreasing day by day, which is no longer a gossip in the Empire, but a well-known "secret"; In the past, the "sword of vow" of "holding a sword to preach scriptures" has already become a legendary hero. Only families with more than 100 years of inheritance can have some impression.

When the final resistance was torn up, heretics and mercenaries quickly degenerated from "people" into real thugs, roaring and waving torches and weapons into every corner of the cathedral.

The sound of fighting and roaring faded away, but the sound of sword tearing flesh and blood and shrill scream continued - still in their sleep, or people who had been awakened, priests, nuns and servants... These thugs had no scruples, ferociously issued frightening laughter, and did everything they wanted to do in the sound of screams and wails.

The raging fire dyed half of Gaspar's face red; The expressionless governor Byrne looked up at the burning Cathedral, his calm eyes mixed with unknown madness.

Across the shattered gate and the charred body on the ground, Gaspar went straight to the depths; The boots under my feet hit the floor and dyed a dark red on the edge of the boots.

From time to time, the sound of fighting and scuffling came from my ears, and ferocious laughter and wailing came one after another over the church; From time to time, armed thugs passed by the governor, dragging a naked, twitching and moaning nun or priest, leaving a long blood mark on the ground.

The flower beds outside the window were completely destroyed, and the holy pool was filled with stripped naked bones;

The prayer room became a place for feasting, and the Eucharist table was full of people.

Gaspar, who was expressionless, didn't even look sideways. Without saying a word, he continued to walk deeper into the church.

At the end of the corridor, Gaspar finally stopped and looked at bishop Byrne, who was wearing a golden red noble Bishop's robe and gray eyebrows.

Gaspar nodded slightly when he saw the old man standing in front of him in shock and fear. He was already scared and his legs softened, but he still protected the ordinary wooden door behind him.

Where is he.

"Surrender, and then get out of the way." he pulled out his sword and put it on the old man's shoulder. Gaspar's expression was unusually calm:

"Otherwise, I will let you, like those church knights, go to the kingdom of heaven to serve your holy cross."

The old palm clung to the walls on both sides, the palm and forehead were full of cold sweat, and the body under the gorgeous clothes was shaking like chaff.

"How dare you... Gaspar Vern, how dare you..." the old man's voice trembled: "destroy the cathedral, kill priests, believe in heresy... Gaspar Vern, where is your awe?!"

"Awe?"

Full of contempt, Gaspar sneered and chanted like chanting: "Oh... Your Excellency, what makes you scold? Believers have the courage to gossip when they are lost;

Blindly following the doctrine, without intention to help the common people; conservative bishop Lang, despicable... Hypocrite. "

"You?!"

"I know all about your 'great achievements', bishop - privately buying and selling clergy, occupying public land belonging to the Empire, and lending with believers' donations... While enriching my own pocket, I don't forget to arrange a job for my illegitimate children in the church."

"Seriously, do you really think that the 'blood order' is just an accident? Or is it that the bishop of Byrne, who was born in the poor countryside of Arles, who is too rich and prosperous, blinded you and makes you think that the nobles here can ignore the corruption and tyranny of the church?"

The frightened and frightened old man said nothing, but trembled even more.

"So I'll give you one last chance, Archbishop... Get out of the door behind you, kneel before me and beg me to let you and your illegitimate children live. Maybe I can consider leaving you a way to live."

The frightened old man could not even speak clearly. He almost summoned up the last bit of courage, raised his head and said in a praying tone: "Gaspar... Governor, in the name of the Holy Cross, I beg you... What behind the door is beyond your imagination, even if you kill me..."

"On the contrary, I know 'that thing' behind the door."

"What are you talking about?" the old man was in a trance.

"You are still deceiving yourself, Archbishop..."

The bloody military boots made a clear sound on the floor. Gaspar approached step by step, stood in front of the old man and looked at the bloodless face with contempt:

"Is it strange? No, it's not strange... You know very well, don't you - instigating rebellion and joining the heresy are already unforgivable sins for me as governor Bain; if so, why would I do that?"

"Why didn't I set the cathedral on fire, but appeared in front of you alone?"

Looking at those cold eyes, the old man's eyes trembled more and more:

"Crazy, crazy! You... You don't know what terrible things you want to release..."

"Goddess brenhild, or... Evil god brenhild; you see, in fact, I know exactly what I want to do." Gaspar's smile gradually disappeared, leaving only the last cold:

"Turin family, Yoder chamber of Commerce, and you and the Byrne church behind you... I have no way back because of your pressing step by step. Since you will be completely hanged sooner or later, why not let go and drag you to hell together?"

"What can others get what I can't get?"

The edge of the sword passed, and Bishop Byrne's frightened face fell to the ground.