Chapter 630

The dead altar, the bones of Francis paralyzed in a pool of blood, did not move.

But it was only temporary. Even if he was cut off and torn into a pool of broken meat, it was only a matter of time for him to rise again - for Loren and the oath knight, it was only to buy time.

He looked at the corpse under his feet with vigilance. After confirming that he would not get up immediately, the panting black haired wizard looked at his "life-saving benefactor":

"What's going on outside? I mean... Are the heretics of the blood order still there?"

"The mobs in the cathedral have been wiped out by the guards of church knights and earls. They are now evacuating from the cathedral in an orderly manner."

The knight raised his head and stared at the firmly bound Brunhild on the statue of the Holy Cross. The hanging "goddess" still didn't seem to wake up:

"As for the city... The countess is sweeping away all members of the aristocracy who collude with heresy one by one. They should be brought to justice soon."

"The rest... Is to do our best to completely end fascism here!"

Facing such a firm oath knight, Loren could only sigh heavily.

"Do you disagree?"

"It's not that we disagree, but that we can't do it!" the black haired wizard said helplessly:

"With all due respect, I know you want to defeat him very much, but we must be realistic - at least find a way to seal or destroy Brunhild first, not to mention that fascist's plan is not just..."

Before the words fell, Loren saw the silent oath Knight staring at himself, his expression cold to terrible.

Obviously, he didn't quite "agree" with his proposal, and if he continued to say so, I'm afraid the "bright star" that just saved his life will run through his chest.

"You say be realistic and take into account the present." the oath Knight's voice sounds very calm, but it is calm to indifference: "I say, it sounds inconsistent with someone's oath."

Damn... That's why I hate crazy believers.

Loren tried to keep calm and could only try to make him understand what he meant: "I didn't mean to take into account my own interests. I mean, we shouldn't rush for a moment - his power was still very unstable in the Dragon King City, and we can't beat him, let alone now?!"

"Furthermore, isn't brenhild, who was released, a more urgent threat in front of us... Or, if we can't defeat fascism, we have to watch him release another evil god?!"

The knight of the oath was still staring at him, silent, and the sharp pupils of the arrow exuded a decisive luster.

Seeing him motionless, the dark haired wizard finally breathed a sigh of relief; It can be seen from the expression of the oath knight that he has chosen to compromise... Compared with the life and death of fascism, the threat of an evil god to the Empire obviously can not be ignored.

The most crucial point is that as Loren said... At present, they have not defeated the power of fascism, even a little containment is a little reluctant.

Of course, if fascism is allowed to continue, all these problems and contradictions will be exposed sooner or later, whether it is churches all over the Empire or evil gods lurking in the dark. It's just a matter of time

Thinking of this, the dark haired wizard couldn't help sighing.

The next second, the quiet altar suddenly sounded a cold whisper:

"You want to stop me? Just try it..."

Stunned for a moment, the two men suddenly turned their eyes almost at the same time. The black robed Francis did not know when he had stood under the statue of the Holy Cross; In their incredible eyes, they showed a crazy grin.

At the feet of the two people, it was still the pile of flesh and blood that couldn't see who it was.

How is this possible?!

While the black haired wizard and the oath Knight were still shocked, the statue that had not moved suddenly changed.

The wings behind brenhild trembled slightly... The next second, the unbreakable chain that bound her tightly burst.

"Boom --!!"

With the sudden noise, the whole statue of the Holy Cross collapsed, and brenhild's slender figure also fell from the dome of the altar with the collapsed boulder.

The frenzied fascist raised his head, and the ferocious smile at the corners of his mouth was a little deeper; With his raised hands, the surrounding black fog seemed to be given life and rushed madly to brenhild falling in the air.

"No, stop him!"

A flash of amazement flashed in the eyes of the oath knight. Without hesitation, he pulled out the "bright star" and jumped at the fascist holding his hands high.

"It's too late, you --!" Francis laughed wildly.

The next moment, the harsh sound of explosion hit like a tide!

The experienced black haired wizard immediately reacted, grabbed the oath to pounce, blocked the knight behind him, and pressed his feet with the left hand of the "caster".

High level spell, rock will!

The roar of the stone wall came as scheduled, the cracked air waves shook the whole altar, and even the cathedral behind them seemed to be wailing.

Blocking the sudden air wave, the two people saw a more incredible scene before they had time to differ. Countless black fog turned into sharp spears from all directions through brenhild's body!

Limbs, lower abdomen, chest, neck, forehead... Through the thick fog, it seems that you can see the blood fog splashing in the air, which is almost full of holes.

"Er, ah, ah --!!!"

The goddess who opened her wings showed a look of great pain, suddenly raised her hair and gave a sad cry. Her body was trembling in the air, as if she was going to tear her completely.

But if you observe carefully, you can find that the expression between the eyebrows is not only the pain of being tortured, but struggling, as if trying its best to resist the erosion of the black fog. Although it seems to be futile and dying, the black fog tearing her into holes is madly pouring into the trembling body.

The trembling cry of brenhild and the crazy grin of fascism met together, as if they were echoing endlessly in the gray altar, and the terrible voice was like a call from the deepest depths of the abyss.

The stunned oath Knight stood where he was, and did not even try to attack again; The scene in front of him has completely exceeded his understanding. It is no longer the world he knows and knows.

Lauren, who was equally silent, clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes into a seam, watched what was happening in front of him with extremely complex emotions.

He had also seen what was happening in front of him; Vimpal, Chapel, vampire, Asriel

Yes, although there are some differences, everything is the same as then, but the role has changed.

At the next moment, the black fog completely "melted" into brenhilde's body, and the original colorful armor and white wings completely turned into dark black.

With his wings open, brenhild, floating in mid air, fell slowly, and his white toes gently stepped on the bloody floor; Under his black hair, he raised his beautiful face like frost, blocking the ferocious fascist behind him.

The black haired wizard silently looked at the "female martial god" staring at him and his face was very difficult to see.

Even in the face of fascism alone, they have no chance of winning, let alone another evil god... The situation has almost deteriorated to the situation he least wants to see.

The expressionless brenhilde raised his right hand, and the black fog gradually condensed into a long gun like substance in her hand. The cold tip of the gun trembled slightly, emitting the killing intention of longing for blood.

At present, she is no longer the female martial god of Byrne, but a puppet named "brenhild" controlled by the power of "black cross" serliol - but even if she is just a puppet, her strength is still above herself and the oath Knight!

The crazy fascist, with his cold eyes shining, directed at the two people who were still shocked and standing in place, and the radian of his mouth was extremely contemptuous:

"Well, you two

You two, now you can try to stop me! "