Chapter 628

"Lord count, what are you doing?!"

In the dark street, an old aristocrat of red blood castle with gray beard stood in front of Charlotte, impassioned and righteous; Behind him was a group of trembling nobles, huddled together tremblingly.

Holding torches, the heavily armed city guard lights the streets as transparent as day, but still can't make them feel the slightest warmth in this midsummer; On the contrary, only the gangrene like cold.

"What am I going to do?"

Charlotte duling's sword eyebrows stood up, and her eyes swept one by one from the faces of all the people present. Her severe expression gave people almost sacred and inviolable dignity, which made the original confident old nobleman couldn't help lowering his head and didn't dare to look directly into her eyes.

"It seems that my housekeeper didn't make things clear... Charles, it's your dereliction of duty!"

"I'm very sorry, count." the steward of the red blood Castle bowed with his hands on his back, and then looked coldly at the old noble: "but I clearly remember that I told you the whole thing in detail; of course, I don't mind telling you again in front of the count."

"In the name of Charlotte Turin, the Earl of the red blood castle, we have received reliable information that there are a group of heretical groups in the red blood Castle who believe in evil gods in the name of 'Byrne tradition' - and just now, these heretics even made a sudden attack on Byrne cathedral. At the moment, the Earl's court knights are trying their best to eliminate them!"

"In order to defend the orthodoxy of the Holy Cross Church and the stability and peace of the red blood castle, we will severely track down any red blood Castle nobles who collude with these heretics and even participate in them; but after discovery, we will punish them severely!"

The voice echoed in the street. Charlotte, standing on the sword, looked colder and colder, staring at the old nobleman standing in front of her:

"Any questions, sir?"

"Doubt? No... no, it's a slander!"

The gnashing old aristocrat trembled all over, as if he would faint at any time: "all the aristocrats of red blood castle are your most loyal ministers! Turin family... Would you doubt the loyalty of their knights?!"

"Of course not!"

The countess asserted without hesitation, but her eyes were more fierce: "but the Turin family also wants to defend the belief of the Empire, the belief of the people, and any heresy threatening the church must be destroyed immediately without mercy!"

"I've heard some rumors... Tell me, sir; do you and your family also collude with these heretical groups, or does your family also participate in them?"

"Nonsense, pure nonsense!"

The old nobleman quickly denied, shaking up and down as if shaking: "we are all your most loyal servants and the most firm guardians and followers of the Holy Cross; we will never abandon our faith to believe in a heretical evil god!"

"Very good. It seems that you have really lived up to the Turin family's trust in you." Charlotte coldly raised her mouth and smiled with a trace of pride:

"Have you heard that the courtiers of the Charles Turin family are the most staunch followers of the Holy Cross, and there can never be any heresy - you can check it and be sure to clarify those meaningless rumors, and you are still innocent!"

"Wait --!"

Before the housekeeper answered, the panicked old nobleman quickly stopped him; Standing trembling in front of the countess, he could hardly speak clearly:

"Although, although we are all the most staunch believers of the Holy Cross, we are also Bain people; the legend of Brunhild is a household name in red blood castle and throughout Bain. What's more, it is... A part of our precious tradition! If you use this reason to trace it, I'm afraid..."

"Shut up!"

Charlotte suddenly burst into a drink, and the cold blade suddenly fell, as if it had knocked on the heart of the old aristocrat!

"You people... The Turin family treats you well; but how do you repay the Turin family?!"

"Where were you in Gaspar when I was not seizing power? Where were you when vampires roamed the red blood castle?!"

"What were you doing when the heretic church raided the cathedral, burned the Holy Church and trampled the majesty of the red blood castle under your feet?"

"Now, my knights are fighting to defend the majesty of the red blood castle... So don't tell me any reason or tradition - anyone who dares to betray the Turin family, going to hell is your only way out! Charles!"

"Yes!" the housekeeper immediately stood up.

"Do it!"

"Yes!"

The vigorous Countess raised her sword and put it directly on the shoulder of the stunned old aristocrat.

Charlotte Turin at this moment has long been beyond her own image in Charles' eyes. She is no longer just represented by the simple title of "count", just like a goddess

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The roar of explosion ended in silence - even the altar that should have collapsed was intact, and there was no sign of cracking on the floor and head.

But at the moment when the black haired wizard looked up, he suddenly widened his eyes and realized what had just happened for nearly half a minute.

The seal of the cathedral has been completely cracked!

The "silent" Rune engraved in the altar is the only power that can be used to suppress the void - within its scope, all non-material existence will be completely wiped out; Even the bright silver and dragon teeth in Loren's hand are just ordinary spears and daggers in this altar.

Therefore, it is reasonable to say that at the moment when the rune is destroyed, the whole altar should be in ruins... In any case, it can not be as intact as before.

In other words

Brenhild... Just the reaction of the void power spread at the moment she was released is enough to restore the destroyed altar to its original state in an instant!

The cold, piercing touch flowed from his back and made the black haired wizard tremble... It was like a tide, nameless fear.

When Loren looked up again, the altar in front of him had changed a little more - in front of his eyes was a huge statue of the Holy Cross.

The statue was so huge that it was almost like a stone tablet standing directly in front of the altar.

On the stone tablet was a woman with white wings and black hair.

Like a waterfall, her long body is covered by her black hair, and her drooping head is buried in her chest; The huge wings were almost twice as big as her body, and spread to the left and right as her arms.

Under the dark long hair, it is a breathtaking look... This may be too one-sided, perhaps because of the unspeakable fear from the heart. At this moment, Loren really can't think of the second descriptive word.

The black haired wizard couldn't turn his eyes and even forgot what he was going to do; Almost stagnant thinking mind is telling itself that what you see in front of you is a true God.

The gorgeous breastplate fits her body, and the bare arms and shoulders are white and delicate; A pair of slender and straight legs are outlined under the battle dress, wrapped by completely close armor and iron boots... The unimaginable armor seems to exist only in imagination and myths and legends.

Yes, as described in Byrne's legend... Brenhild, this is a real female warrior God.

Riding a black horse, galloping on the dome; Wielding a lance and a big sword, he sheltered all the knights who fought bloody battles;

It is invincible and invincible. The territory conquered by her is the place where the cavalry steps;

At the moment, she is tightly bound to the statue of the Holy Cross behind her!

The joints of both hands, legs and the slender neck were bound by heavy chains, as if they would break her body - like a suffering saint, she was undergoing endless punishment that would not end for thousands of years.

In the cold air, a deep and familiar voice suddenly sounded:

"Loren Turin

You must be very familiar with this scene? "