Chapter 1793 Bishop Simon Stepped Onto the Stage

On top of the war horse, when Old Marquis Wharton saw the guards belonging to the War Temple, he couldn't help but smile.

Everything was as he expected.

Facing 'outsiders', 'Ms. Disaster' may not pay attention to them unless they are of vital interest, but the 'God of War' who is famous for his 'iron-blooded' will not do this.

He will certainly react.

This is true even when confronting 'Ms. Disaster'.

Seeing that group of guards who were obviously composed of the elite of the Temple of War, the old Marquis couldn't help but sigh.

He thought of himself.

Except for the royal guard, almost no team can reach this level.

As for the soldiers in the barracks at Etantinople?

Even the strongest one would not be a match for the elite warriors of the temple in front of him.

He couldn't even resist a single move.

As civilians, some things are destined for them!

No, it just won’t work!

No matter how hard you try the day after tomorrow, it won’t work!

On the contrary, those noble private armies were somewhat interesting.

However, except for some sergeants who were created by strange means, the rest could not resist such elites.

But, this is also a good thing.

At least, it's easier to deal with them.

For example……

Subconsciously, the old Marquis glanced at the motorcade behind him.

"Originally we could be on the same side."

"pity……"

"You made the wrong choice."

The old Marquis, who was whispering to himself in his heart, calmly gestured to the surrounding royal guards. Immediately, the royal guards who were originally guarding the Sika leader changed their camps and became marching hand in hand.

Everything is done quietly.

But the situation became completely different.

At this moment, the elite warriors of the War Temple can directly face the Sika leader and his party, instead of having to jump over the royal guard.

Roget, who looked like a bear, was driving the carriage in which the messenger and the baroness were riding.

The young man looked at this scene with a sneer flashing in his eyes.

It was something that had been anticipated for a long time, so there was no need to panic.

When they set out, they knew what they were facing.

On the contrary, it was the gesture of the great noble just now that made the young man feel hypocritical.

Different from the former Viscount Sika.

Although the viscount is also a noble, he is very pure.

The rules we set are strictly followed and we will never make any exceptions.

But the great noble just now revealed a sense of hypocrisy from the inside out.

This was not the first time for the young man to see such a nobleman.

In fact, most of the nobles he had met were like this.

Say one thing and do another thing.

The essence is to be in a high position and enjoy it all the time.

All their words and actions are to make themselves climb higher and faster.

As for stopping?

No.

Desire is a bottomless abyss.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you.

What's even scarier is...

Around the abyss, there are some inexplicable beings quietly observing you.

Young people don't want to be like this.

Therefore, while silently reciting the title of 'Misty', he gently knocked on the carriage behind him.

The sound was not loud, but the young man was sure that the messenger would be able to hear it.

leftover?

Leave it to the messenger.

If there is a fight, he will be the first to charge.

If we talk, those brothers and sisters behind the convoy are more suitable than him.

Now?

He just needs to be quiet and ready.

The changes in his heart caused some changes in Roget's aura.

One moment he looked like a lazy bear.

At this time, it was ready to go and people were ready to stand up.

Such changes attracted the attention of the old Marquis.

But immediately, the old Marquis shook his head.

In a place as big as Xika Territory, it is not unbelievable that a relatively powerful young man would appear. On the contrary, it would be strange if there was not one at all.

"Unfortunately, one person can't change anything at all."

The old Marquis thought so firmly.

And the convoy was getting closer.

Finally, it stopped.

Sika led a convoy and faced the elite of the Temple of War.

The royal guards had already stepped aside, and the civilians and businessmen who were entering and leaving the city gate were hiding far away. Some well-known nobles on the city wall were eagerly watching.

There was cruel expectation on each of their faces.

They expect blood to flow.

They expected corpses to litter the fields.

They expected a bloody dance.

Anyway...

It wasn't them who died, was it?

In the carriage, the Baroness instinctively prayed to the 'Mist'.

She didn't know what she could do to help Simon at this time.

So, all that remains is prayer.

The superior evil spirit nodded with a smile, opened the door and walked out.

It showed its warm smile to its companions.

It took steps and slowly walked towards the elite of the Temple of War.

"Human beings are the most contradictory creatures."

"They are cowardly."

"Yet brave."

"They were heroic."

"But he kills."

"They are merciful."

"Yet violent."

"They have mercy."

"But selfish."

"They are admirable, but they are always lonely and helpless. They have many advantages and disadvantages, but what does it matter?"

"They are human beings."

"They are like this, they need to grow, and our Lord is willing to bear everything and watch them grow."

"'Misty' Bishop Simon, I have met your Excellencies at the Temple of War."

The superior evil spirit raised his hands and folded them in front of him, stretching out two fingers on one hand and five fingers on the other hand to form the number seven, then bowed slightly and saluted.

This number naturally has a meaning.

It has not forgotten the nickname of its Boss: 2567.

Therefore, this etiquette is a metaphor for the nickname of its Boss.

As for 6?

Everyone who salutes represents 6.

After all, the number 6 itself carries blessings.

This is the knowledge it got from the Boss. It has always thought it was amazing that an ordinary number could have so many meanings.

What impressed me the most was ‘Shun’.

6 actually represents such a blessing as success. It is difficult to understand. Fortunately, it does not need to be understood, it only needs to be remembered.

Just like this time, it thinks that it is 6, and the rest of the people just call it 666, and it is about to start its performance.

‘Misty’ Bishop Simon’s first appearance.

It wants this moment to be remembered like an epic.

Therefore, when faced with the elite warriors of the Temple of War who silently drew their swords, it still smiled, without the slightest panic, and would not give in.

On the contrary, it took a step forward.

"Killing cannot solve all problems."

It said this.

His gentle voice was enough for everyone around him to hear clearly.

The warrior from the Temple of War in front of him glanced at the commander and after receiving his acquiescence, he pierced the long sword in his hand into the chest of the superior evil spirit without hesitation.

puff!

The blade is sharp.

Cutting through muscles and bones like butter.

The sword penetrated straight through, leaving only the hilt outside.

Behind him, blood spurted out and rolled down onto the soil.

The civilians and businessmen who had been watching here all exclaimed.

The nobles on the city wall showed a smile.

Starting so soon?

Very good!

This is the first one!

It'll be them soon!

The nobles on the city wall looked at the convoy of Sika and his entourage, looking forward to a river of blood.

Although this wish was no different from that of the old Marquis, at this time the old Marquis frowned slightly and stared at the upper evil spirit, or to be more precise, the smile of the upper evil spirit.

That kind of smile would never appear on a dying person.

The next moment, when he saw the superior evil spirit holding the hand of the War Temple warrior and pulling out the long sword, the old Marquis frowned even more tightly.

Is this an ability similar to immortality?

As a being at almost the highest level of Etantine, the old Marquis has seen too many secret arts.

Some are innate.

Some of it comes with practice.

Others were cast using strange means.

But no matter what kind, it is impossible to do it as easily as a superior evil spirit.

Even the secret technique of 'Shadow Turning the Moon', which is rumored to be the most difficult to cultivate by the 'Secret Night Secret Order', is difficult to achieve.

This secret technique also takes time.

Are there any other secrets involved?

The old Marquis guessed.

Similarly, the young warrior holding the sword was also guessing.

As an elite member of the Temple of War, this young warrior had already obtained the title of deacon, and usually independently carried out the task of eradicating 'evils'. Therefore, after experiencing the initial surprise, he quickly calmed down.

Faced with the superior evil spirit holding his hand and returning the sword to him again, the young warrior sneered again and again.

He had seen this method more than once when eradicating 'evils'.

There can be no panic.

Be calm!

Be calm!

Panic will only make you lose judgment.

And, the fear that comes with it is the worst.

Because that will make your sword 'rusty' and 'dull'.

Therefore, the moment the superior evil spirit let go of his hand, the young warrior immediately waved the sword in his hand.

puff!

This time, it's no longer a straight thrust.

But, kill!

A sword pointed at the head.

The head fell to the ground.

The body also fell to the ground.

call!

The young warrior breathed a sigh of relief.

He has seen undead monsters before, and he knows the weaknesses of these monsters very well.

The head is the most direct and obvious.

As long as it can be decapitated, it can basically be killed.

Without exception!

Shake the long sword in his hand.

After the blood has been blown away, the young warrior will sheath his sword.

But the moment he turned the sword upside down, the target whose corpse was separated stood up intact.

His body was covered in bloodstains and stains.

But the smile on the other person's face was still gentle.

Suddenly, there was an uproar around him.

Whether it was the surrounding civilians, businessmen, or the nobles on the city wall, they all stared at this scene with their mouths wide open, making meaningless sounds.

If it was the first sword, they could still understand that it was a missed stab or something.

But with the owl's second sword, the person who should have died stood up again, which was a bit incomprehensible to them.

Some civilians fell to their knees with trembling bodies.

The merchants summoned guards to stand in front of them.

After the nobles looked at each other, they again looked at the young warrior who retreated in horror.

As if he noticed the gazes around him, the horror on the young warrior's face quickly turned into shame, and he was annoyed as to why he had to retreat.

Especially, with so many people watching.

How embarrassing!

The young man's breathing became rapid and heavy.

He flipped his wrist, and the long sword in his hand slashed out again.

Once again, the superior evil spirit was beheaded.

Moreover, this time, the young man did not stop after bowing his head. He waved his sword repeatedly at the flying head, and then the body that fell to the ground.

After a while, the corpse of the superior evil spirit had already turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

Whoops! Whoops!

The continuous and extremely fast sword strikes were too much for even this well-trained young warrior.

He started breathing heavily.

Everyone who witnessed this scene turned pale.

Some people even retched repeatedly.

On the contrary, the nobles became excited.

Their faces were rosy, their breathing was rapid, and their hands and feet were trembling, as if they were ready to dance at any moment.

But immediately, they were like ducks whose necks were strangled. The excitement in their bodies dissipated directly, leaving only horror.

Because, in a warm white light, the upper evil spirit appeared again.

Not only did it appear, it was as clean as new.

The filth on his body before was gone.

All he has is a holy robe that highlights his holiness in the white light, and his gentle look makes people yearn for it.

This is how most people feel.

But not including the young warrior who was breathing heavily.

He stared blankly at the upper evil spirit.

Or to be precise, looking at the gentle look on the upper evil spirit's face.

The gentleness has never changed from beginning to end.

The eyes, the smile.

Even when facing him, a man who had cut himself into almost ten thousand pieces, he didn't change. He seemed to be looking at his family, brothers and sisters.

"Are you OK?"

The superior evil spirit asked softly.

This sentence struck the young man's heart like thunder.

The young warrior's chest was rising and falling, and his eyes were confused at this moment.

Is the other party an enemy?

Yes.

But why did he still treat me tenderly when I hurt him?

Are such people considered enemies?

Doubts couldn't help but appear in the hearts of young people.

"Gino!"

A loud shout rang in his ears.

The young warrior looked towards the direction from which the voice came. It was his captain, the leader of this trip.

This middle-aged man, who was usually extremely serious, became even more serious at this time, and his face looked like a solid rock.

"Draw out the sword!"

The young man's captain shouted.

"team leader……"

"Draw out the sword!"

The young man subconsciously wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the captain.

Suddenly, the young man became at a loss.

He didn't know what to do.

At this time, the superior evil spirit walked in front of the young man. He raised his hand, held the other person's hand, and let the other person's hand hold the long sword, and then...

Skimmed its neck.

puff!

The head fell to the ground again.

The hands holding the young man softened, and the body fell to the ground again.

The young man was completely stunned.

He looked at the corpse in front of him, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.

clang.

The sword fell to the ground.