Scene 236: Getting Mad

"Praise the killing, praise the death, praise the war, praise the bloody land.￠￡Ding￠￡Point￠￡Xiao￠￡ said,"

"Your name written in blood spreads in the depths of hell. The roaring north wind is your blade, and the pain and aging are your spear. You are undefeated, undying, and undead. When we recite your name, you will surely Return to this land again.”

"Great Friedrich, you are the master of all and the end of all things!"

The humming sounds in the square gathered together, and lingered in everyone's ears like the moans of a dying patient. Streams of blood flowed between the gaps between the mud and the stone slabs, like red snakes, winding and spreading, pulling everyone away. His feet were stained red.

Above the roofs of different heights, the firelight reflected the night red. Pillars of thick smoke were rising into the sky in the night. Sparks floated along the rising hot air over the entire imperial capital, like a river of light dotted with stars.

Far outside the square, the bishop raised his head, lifted off his thick cloak with hands covered with age spots, and watched the scene devoutly. He said in a low and hoarse voice:

"Thirty years ago, when I was in Metz, I dreamed of all this today. I saw with my own eyes black flames rising from the ground, turning this decayed empire into ashes."

The young believers all looked at the archbishop with reverence. For people living in darkness, the great purge thirty years ago was unforgettable in every sense of the word. In East Metz, In any rural village, countless witches, wizards practicing black magic, and people declared to be heretics were dragged out of their houses every day and either hanged or burned on the stake.

It was the darkest period in the entire East Metz. Although it severely cracked down on the evil forces, it also stagnated the local production state. After all, no one can stop dissatisfied people from using the name of the temple. Attack dissidents. The final result was that the entire East Metz countryside was empty of ten houses and nine empty houses, and it has not been able to recover until now.

Ironically, the ruthless killings did not stop the spread of darkness. On the contrary, the fear and desolate countryside provided the soil for the survival of pagan beliefs. year. The Temple's control over the countryside of East Metz became even weaker.

Most of these young people were believers who developed after that. They had never seen that cruel era, but they had a good understanding of the horrors of that era through word of mouth within the sect, and they had a good understanding of the people who could survive that era. The older generation of believers all have great reverence in their hearts.

But compared with old people like the bishop, the flame of revenge in the hearts of these young people is no less than the former. It seems that only by reducing this thousand-year imperial capital to ruins can they satisfy the desire to destroy everything in their hearts.

Everyone's eyes are filled with enthusiasm.

Beneath the square, a line of secretists in black robes moved forward. Holding sharp sharp blades in their hands, every time they approached a row of citizens kneeling on the ground, they held down his neck and pierced the latter's heart with a knife.

The pain of dying awakens people from their illusions. The dead struggle to turn their heads to see their murderers clearly, just like animals being slaughtered. Blood foam spurts out from their mouths, and the look in their eyes is little by little. dim. The believer quickly laid the lifeless corpse flat and allowed the blood to mix with the soil. Flowing in the square.

But most people didn't even have a chance to resist. They twitched and fell to the ground, row after row, like lambs being massacred. The believers moved very quickly. In less than a moment, there was only one row left in the second half of the square. Rows of corpses intertwined with each other.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The blood flowed towards the center of the square as if inspired by something. The statue of the knight stood in the center of the square, holding a sword in one hand and watching this scene indifferently.

The light from the surrounding torches casts a huge shadow on its face, making it look like this past hero is shrouded in twilight.

But to everything that's going on. The believers and citizens in the front row seemed to turn a blind eye. They chanted devoutly and repeatedly. The blood covered the knees of the people in front. They still hit their heads on the ground and worshiped in fear. It is as if there is a voice in the heart declaring to them, I am your master and will give you everything - whether it is revenge or eternal life.

The bishop looked at this scene with satisfaction.

The rioting people were gathering in the inner city under the instigation of the tree shepherds. They set fire to everything they could see. In the fanatical atmosphere, people gradually lost their minds. They usually carefully protected their Property, but at this moment there is only one thought left in my mind:

Loot, burn, and destroy everything!

And the scene in front of me is just a portrayal of a corner of the entire Rush Tower at this moment. Dozens of such rituals, large and small, are being carried out in different places throughout the imperial capital. As long as one-third of them are successful, then They could successfully summon the 'gift' they had prepared for a long time.

This is a great gift to this dying empire.

It was once so arrogant that no one thought that this empire founded by Gilt, the Lord of Fire, one of the Four Sages, would one day come to an end. Even though countless kingdoms and principalities have fallen and disappeared over the centuries, the four empires have always stood. At the top of the peak of civilization, it has never faded in the slightest.

But an accidental opportunity brought all the coincidences together, giving them a moment to control and subvert the fate of this behemoth.

He couldn't help but think of his experience in Metz decades ago, the arrogant attitude of the Templar knights and nobles. The empire didn't pay attention to them at all, allowed them to grow, and then cruelly suppressed them when a certain time came. .

It is like wheat in the field, but it has not yet reached the harvest time.

When the nobles watched their colleagues go to the gallows, their gazes were no different from looking at the wheat being cut down. They were both understated and a little appreciative.

It was this look that hurt him deeply.

The bishop took one last look in the direction of the square. He saw a pool of blood gathering in the center of the square. It was as thick as a mirror. A twisted monster with red heads and open wings was struggling in the pool, covered with thick blood. Their bodies are connected to the blood pool. It was like an embryo gestating in the womb, so ugly that it was disgusting.

He knew that the son of the evil god had arrived.

Everywhere in Warnd, Blackfire cultists and tree herders are a constant presence, worshiping twisted forces—not Chaos and Daemons, but evil gods. As for the question of whether the evil god is a god. Scholars have been debating for thousands of years, but these terrifying and ugly beings are indeed part of God - they were born from the blood of God. No one knows who created them, or with what intentions, but Since the day they were born, these horrific and twisted monsters seem to have been cursed by all the malice and hatred in the world. They are crazy and irrational, worshiping killing and cold death, powerful and grotesque. As if just existing makes the world uneasy.

Because of this, from the day the evil gods were born, they were deeply sealed by the people of the gods. Only a few of their descendants were left on the earth, and they were called divine envoys.

The most famous of these is the demon tree Fenlidos, the evil god born from the blood of Gaia. Its descendants, the golden demon trees, are spread throughout the world under the intentional cultivation of tree shepherds, and the title of tree shepherds is also From this.

The followers of the Tree Wranglers, the Blackfire Cultists, worship the power of these monstrous creatures. But for a long time, they were still far away from obtaining this power. The weak divine messenger seemed to be the limit of mortal power. And since the War of the Saints, no one has ever been so close to a true god.

Even if it is the evil god.

The debate among scholars seems to have come to an end at this moment in Rushta, the imperial capital of the Cruz people.

He pulled down his cloak again and muttered nervously.

"Beg for mercy, but I won't give you a chance."

There is nothing more pleasant than watching a once powerful and terrifying enemy fall and moan in front of you. He would like to watch carefully, those guys who are drunk and dreaming of death in the inner city wait until their death is imminent. What kind of expression would it be.

He turned back casually and said to the people around him: "Have the people we sent to the Cat and Beard Inn returned?"

The young believers asked each other this question and soon received a negative answer.

This answer made the bishop frown, as if their power was so powerful at this time. Even the empire had to kneel in front of him, and why would it bother him over such a trivial matter?

This feeling made him very dissatisfied.

"Why, no news at all?" His tone couldn't help but become scornful, containing deep dissatisfaction.

The believers shook their heads again.

"The city is in chaos now. Maybe they encountered trouble on the way back." Someone in the crowd came up with a reasonable explanation.

The bishop thought for a moment and agreed with this explanation. He thought that there was no possibility of the Dragon Queen's plan failing. He carefully investigated the people in the hotel and knew that the fiancée of the little nobleman had no ability at all.

Of course, Bai Wu's unexpected factors were not within his consideration.

He decided to put this question aside for now, and then said: "The ceremony in the city must be accelerated. The main ceremony is almost completed now. There are dozens of large and small ceremonies. Could it be that those idiots can't even complete one-third of the ceremony within the time I specified?" Can’t you complete the ceremony?”

The young believers looked at each other, wondering why the bishop, who usually seemed so talkative, suddenly lost his temper.

But after all, these people were not idiots, and someone soon asked: "Maybe we can contact them?"

The bishop thought for a while and nodded. On weekdays, they seldom communicated in private because they were afraid of being noticed by the ubiquitous witches, but there was no such worry tonight. I was afraid that the self-righteous Her Majesty the Queen would have too much to take care of herself at this time.

The young believers immediately took out a communication crystal, carefully connected it, and then handed it to the bishop respectfully.

"Whose crystal is this?"

The bishop turned around and asked. The light of the torch cast the shadow of the hood thickly on his face, as if there was a deep and colorful mark hidden under every wrinkle.

"It seems to be Dennis's."

“That’s the Ninth Street ritual.”

The bishop held the crystal with his hand and asked calmly: "Is it Dennis? Please reply if you hear it."

The crystal was silent for a moment.

Then it lit up slightly, and a voice came from above.

"I heard you, but I'm not Dennis."

The bishop was almost stunned for a moment.

Everyone at the scene was silent for a moment.

Then the former said angrily: "I don't care who you are, just ask Dennis to talk to me immediately."

"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult." The voice from the crystal replied with some embarrassment.

"What's so hard about it, where is he?"

There was a sound of rummaging from the other side of the crystal, and then he replied: "That's right, I don't know that the corpse at my feet is the person you are talking about. How about I send them here and you guys come one by one?" How do you recognize it?"

The bishop held the communication crystal in his hand, and you could almost hear the drop of a pin.

"You...who are you?"

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself," the voice on the crystal replied: "My name is Brando. Whether you recognize me or not, you'd better wash your neck and wait for me to kill you."

Snap.

The crystal fell to the ground.

Under the eyes of everyone looking at each other, the bishop only felt that there was a ball of anger in his chest that was quickly gathering and burning. It felt as if he had just gained unrivaled power. Even the empire was so powerful that they didn't dare to scratch its edge and had to bow before him, but a group of clowns jumped out to test it.

He didn't pay attention to the other party's name at all, but subconsciously thought that they were just a group of crazy imperial aristocratic children who were eager to make meritorious deeds and wanted to show themselves in front of Her Majesty the Queen.

He couldn't help but laugh angrily: "These people really want to be famous and want to go crazy, okay, I'll just clean my neck and see how they kill me."

But unfortunately, this group of crazy lunatics seemed to only treat it as a joke and had no real intention to kill him.

However, what they did next made the bishop feel even more uncomfortable than being killed.

Under the gaze of everyone present, in less than a quarter of an hour, the communication crystal on the ground lit up one after another, and every time it lit up, a strange voice announced home.

Then tell them: "Dear Sir, unfortunately your men died in my hands, but I assure you, there will definitely be a next time."

The bishop's face went from red with anger to green with anger. However, after a few times, the faces of everyone present began to turn from black to white.

Because they discovered that in less than half an hour, more than seven ritual venues had been attacked. Judging from the reaction on the other side of the crystal, there was absolutely no one left alive.

It wasn't until this moment that the bishop realized that the other party was definitely not some crazy young man.

This was definitely a retaliation organized by some force after it reacted. Unfortunately, the retaliation was so fast and heavy that he almost trembled. He couldn't help but asked tremblingly:

"How many people did we lose?"

In fact, what he cared about was how many ceremonial grounds were still in operation. For a moment, he almost thought that the organization's careful planning had failed in his own hands.

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