Chapter 640

In the early morning, the sky of red blood castle was hanging high, and the Dark Dawn could not be seen on the eastern horizon.

Or... This is the darkest moment of the day.

The fire in the cathedral still had no sign of ending, and even intensified, from the original several places to a sea of fire, covering the whole cathedral and the surrounding houses.

Charlotte Turin, standing on the sword, stared silently at the burning Cathedral in front of her, as if she wanted to engrave the scene in her sight deeply in her heart and in the deepest part of her soul.

As the head of the red blood castle, he sat and watched the bain Cathedral be captured and destroyed by the heretic Church... This stain, which has never happened to the Turin owners of all ages, appeared on himself.

What a loss of face?

How will the Knights of Byrne evaluate themselves, and what will the descendants of the Turin family evaluate themselves a hundred years later?

Clenching the handle of the sword in her hand, Charlotte, who was pale, breathed deeply.

"Count..." behind Charlotte, Charles came forward in a hurry, and his fatigue could not be covered under his eyes: "it's very late now, you'd better go back to the Palace first..."

"How's the situation?" Charlotte, with her sword eyebrows raised, was as dignified as ever, but her equally tired voice was a little weak: "have the priests and nuns in the cathedral been settled?"

"Most of them were temporarily settled in the red blood Castle palace, and a few injured people were asked to find a place nearby for temporary cultivation." Charles answered calmly and sighed slightly:

"As for the rest, we can only wait until the fire in the cathedral weakens a little, and then think of a way to send people to search and rescue."

Charlotte nodded slightly, but she also understood that the "search and rescue" in Charles's mouth was only a euphemism for "collecting the body" - it was absolutely impossible for anyone in the whole cathedral to survive after a raid and a fire; Even if there is, I'm afraid I've already found a way to end myself in such a desperate situation.

"What about the Archbishop? Has anyone found the Archbishop?"

"Archbishop... A priest claimed to have heard the Archbishop praying at the altar before he escaped." Charles nodded slightly. "At present, I'm afraid he has returned to the embrace of the Holy Cross."

Charlotte nodded and said nothing - you don't have to think about it. When this is over, the Turin family will face the most severe criticism from the angry Holy Cross Church.

Of course, compared with the problems she is facing now, the church's criticism can only be classified as trivial and irrelevant things, which are only to be considered in the future.

"What about him... Loren Turin, have you heard from him?" the countess pondered for a moment, her eyes dodging.

"I'm sorry, but according to the information I got, Lord Loren is still in the cathedral." the red blood Castle housekeeper said politely, "as for the current situation... It should be unknown."

Life and death are unknown

Hearing this reply, the countess tried to calm her expression as much as possible, pretending to be indifferent and said, "really, what else do I need to know about the current situation of red blood castle?"

"At present, the city is not very stable. Although several red blood Castle nobles who participated in heresy and rebellion have been eliminated as much as possible, there are still many fish that have escaped the net. I'm afraid they have..."

At this moment, a loud cry and footsteps came from behind the countess, and dozens of figures waving weapons and torches and dancing could be seen at the end of the street.

They wore different types of armor and had all kinds of weapons except torches, even kitchen knives in the kitchen and flail harrows in the farmers' homes.

This group of people were in a flustered pace and disordered formation. Except for the first dozens of people who were "in line", almost all the rest could only barely catch up; It makes people wonder if they could run from the other end of the street without torches and a few old swallow tail flags.

Look at the posture of these people, even the conscripts in the countryside of red blood castle are more like an army than them.

"They... This is a riot?" Charlotte silk did not hide her contempt from the corners of her eyes, and her expression was like looking at a group of mole ants: "ready to overthrow the evil count of red blood castle by taking the opportunity of the martial law of the army on the city wall?"

"I'm afraid so, count." the grey pupil boy on one side pulled out his double swords and also showed a sarcastic sneer: "what are you going to do with them?"

"Why do you ask?"

Charlotte snorted coldly, "Charles, you take someone in charge of the search and rescue work of the cathedral - Loren Turin, I want to see people alive and dead. I want to find this guy anyway, burn him to ashes, and bring him to me in a box!"

"As for those who deceive and commit crimes... The count of red blood castle is fatal, and in the name of Turin, none of them will be left!"

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The flames dissipated, leaving only smoke.

Brenhild lowered his head silently... The Dragon teeth smashed the gorgeous armor, penetrated her body from the lower abdomen, and the bloody silver gun tip came out from the waist.

Her slender body trembled slightly, and she raised her eyebrows slowly; The star sword in his left hand was stuck on the black haired wizard's shoulder, and the spiral spear that should have penetrated Loren's body was avoided by him at the last minute.

Shit, it's a small "hovering spell".

Her frown showed her pain at the moment, but brenhild's face didn't have much struggle, and it seemed as if she had finally breathed a sigh of relief; As if... No, this is the end she expected.

"Loren Turin, congratulations... You have passed this test that belongs to you." brenhild spoke slowly, in a very gentle voice.

"In fact, if you want, you still have a chance to kill me." the black haired wizard smiled and coughed up blood: "I don't think a small 'hovering curse' can really deflect the edge of the female martial god."

"It doesn't matter. The important thing is that you defeated me from the front." brenhild whispered, "you deserve to be... The broken shackle of fate."

"Don't praise me so much. I'll be proud." Loren sighed with relief and shrugged his shoulders calmly: "the praise of the female martial god... Shouldn't be easy for ordinary people?"

Slightly stunned, brenhild suddenly showed a smile:

"You're not actually Roland's son, are you?"

Loren trembled violently.

"You and he are completely two kinds of people - although there are similarities, there is almost nothing really the same; it is a guy who is really always self-centered and always says some strange things. He always feels that he is different from others and should be the protagonist of a legend."

"Yes, that guy is a real fool, but he is a fool who people can't help but want to protect him and believe him."

The black haired wizard's mood was a little complicated. His throat twitched: "I'm sorry... I lied to you."

"Why apologize?" brenhild chuckled. "Smart little guy... You noticed it from the beginning, didn't you?"

After a little hesitation, Loren nodded.

Yes, he found... The seemingly invincible female warrior God in front of him has already lost most of her strength. I'm afraid she's done her best to maintain her two weapons alone. It's impossible to maintain a long frontal high-intensity battle.

So the seemingly mortal front is her most vulnerable side.

"You are smart, rational, calm, not moved by the things in front of you, but you can stick to your heart... You are the opposite kind of person to Roland. Maybe you will have a chance to do what he failed to do." brenhild, with a soft look, sighed:

"To become stronger, stronger than we used to be, and then to break the fate... I'm very sorry, but that's all I can help you."

"The next road, you and your partners to go... I hope it will be a little different from ours."

Loren nodded solemnly and looked at the standing and dead female knight in front of him.

"Take care, and..." brenhild looked at him, his eyes suddenly became dignified:

"Be careful, be careful of Asriel!"

This is the last words of "black Duke" Roland's best friend and "female martial god" brenhild in the world.