Chapter 262, The Grand Banquet Is About to Begin

The rats broke through the city wall, and a terrible disaster was about to be born, for all the guys in the city who could not escape.

It's not that no one struggled, many people were prepared.

Brighter and brighter lights rose in the city one after another, illuminating the road, and preparing to run wildly.

The dark tide crossed the dam.

Countless rats, countless rats.

These guys were extremely excited, for the merits, for everything they might get next, and for their own survival, which was not surprising.

The rats have always been bearing casualties without a trace of light, but these guys at the bottom have no chance to struggle.

Praying, begging, uneasy, stepping onto the battlefield, is looking forward to the arrival of this day.

The city was trampled, and the killing was about to begin. Give everything, for yourself, for the blood mushrooms, for the blue eyes, for merits, for becoming a rat warlord, for an excellent weapon, there are too many things to desire, but often you can only wave your arms weakly.

They are lucky, the lucky ones in the Eastern Expeditionary Army. Today, the desperate charge ended and they stepped onto the city wall.

Incomparable ecstasy, holding their weapons high, ratmen kept falling from the city wall, because they were overwhelmed and ran frantically.

They were almost completely overwhelmed by the rising desire and joy.

The flames of desire burned everything with wisdom.

And the rats were even worse. They were dry firewood, coke, or cotton wool. In short, no matter what they were, they were so suitable and so suitable to raise the hot flame.

It's just that in such a crazy state, other races and other intelligent creatures would not like it very much.

Because this group of lunatics regarded them as firewood.

The rats roared down from the city wall, and the chaotic and noisy sound rang out in this wave city for the first time, and was heard by every resident in the city, bringing endless fear.

The nobles were ready, and those great nobles were ready.

Guards, mages, mercenaries, magic knights, and those who are qualified to be involved with them and live in the top block of the city of Surf.

All of these gathered into a huge team. They faced the spreading rats with an urgent attitude. The heavy gears began to turn, and the heavy doors opened. Outside the city, the scene witnessed was still the same. Countless rats gathered into a dark tide of rats, countless rats.

This huge team was ready and took the lead in breaking into the gray-black tide in front of them. Like the sharp arrows, they did have some good qualities.

Ordinary rat warriors could not stop them at all.

They waded out a path in this dark tide.

They are the essence of this city, gathering the last hope and the most powerful force of this city, but now, they leave without looking back.

The rats are indeed bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Their departure did not cause a frenzied riot. The rats have good eyes. The rats feel that there are more left in this city.

In the hole that the team had waded through, the rat warriors broke away from the dark rat tide, ran excitedly, and rushed into the city regardless of everything.

The feast is about to begin.

The Stargazing Church did not fail to respond to such a situation, but their forces were too dispersed, scattered in every corner of the city. It was not that the Stargazing Pope did not respond to this situation, but the pressure from the rats was too great.

In order to support the city, the Stargazing Church was constantly mobilizing various reserve forces to the battlefield.

They almost bet on all their cards.

So compared to those great nobles, their reaction was so slow and so embarrassed.

But after all, the Stargazing Pope did not die.

The remaining priests, the Holy See Knights, the Faith Guards, and various members in the city were all gathering towards the Stargazing Pope. They were about to leave the city, and everything was irreversible.

But before that, the exhausted Stargazing Pope stepped into a flower garden.

Is he tired? Of course he is tired, very tired. He has exhausted all means, made decisions of all sizes, and struggled with all his might, but in the end, he still faced the worst outcome, which brought him incomparable fatigue.

But even so, he did not intend to give up. He would definitely maintain the church of God.

In the flower garden, the tired Stargazing Pope saw the lady in a black dress. In fact, she was called a lady, but in his opinion, there was no big difference from the beginning. When he received the divine revelation, he made the decision to dedicate everything to God and not marry again.

But as time passed, he still felt a little more lonely, especially when the Stargazing Church became more and more huge and his status became more and more respected and high above.

This loneliness became more and more obvious.

Until he pulled up the arm of the young child.

The tired Stargazing Pope stood in front of the mother and son, and a smile appeared on his face for the first time in a long time.

But it was only shown to the lady in the black dress, or to the child who once giggled in the deep and cold church.

"Let's go."

It's just that time has passed, and everything is a little different.

A young child appeared in front of the Stargazing Pope. It was the young boy. His face was full of hostility towards the Stargazing Pope, and he was struggling to drag a long sword in his hand.

"I won't leave! You should leave!"

The poor child hadn't figured out what happened, but the Stargazing Pope didn't plan to care about this little thing.

Turning around and leaving, he had already made arrangements for everything that would happen next. He would be under the command of the most powerful warlord, and the Stargazing Church would also succumb to the ambitious warlord by making large-scale changes to the doctrine in exchange for support to maintain the survival of the church.

This was not pleasant. He wanted to turn himself into a blade and offer it to others, but this was the final result.

A burst of tiny sounds interrupted his thinking and made his expression look a little cold.

He grabbed the swinging sword blade and gently pulled it from the hand of the young figure. There was a clear disgust in his eyes. With a crisp sound, the young child collapsed on the ground.

Pope Stargazer didn't like the former governor of the Golden Province, or to be more precise, he didn't have a good impression of the entire Jilang family, including this young son.

This disgust was not concealed.

It was directly revealed. The young son was frightened. Tears welled up in his eyes. A cry of surprise rang out, and the lady came in anxious steps.

Restraining the disgust in his eyes, Pope Stargazer turned and left again. The figure of the Holy See Knight had appeared in the distance. Now it was obviously time to race against time, but Pope Stargazer still chose to come here.

Even after coming here, he didn't even say more words, but just glanced at the figure who had become the lady.

He walked away, and the sound of the tiny footsteps appeared behind him again, but it was not unfamiliar. He was not on guard, and did not take any precautions.

A sharp weapon pierced his chest, blood slowly overflowed, and Pope Stargazer's face showed a trace of confusion.

Turning around, he glanced at the figure who sent the weapon into his chest.

It was the figure in a black dress.

His face was more dazed. Who could have thought of it? He couldn't think of it either.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Not far away, the sound of armor colliding sounded in the sound of hurried footsteps. The leading Vatican knight's eyes were red. Obviously, someone would pay the price at this time.

The face of the lady in the black dress was a little flustered, but it was not because of the long sword that was stabbed, but because of the Vatican knights who came.

The face of the Stargazing Pope was more gloomy, and his back looked so hunched at this time.

The last strength did not leave any formal words, and even did not mention the gods. This guy who had saved nothing said the last words to the Vatican knights who came at the last moment of his life.

"Take them away."

He fell down with a bang. Time passed, and everything was different from before.

The Stargazing Pope fell in this beautiful flower garden.

The Vatican knights did not obey the last words of the Stargazing Pope. The cold, blood-stained sword pierced the lady in the black dress, and the young son was beheaded.

Amidst the sad sobs, the old Stargazing Pope was carried out of the castle.

Complete confusion appeared on the faces of all the Vatican knights, priests, faith guards, and various figures gathered here.

Until sneaky figures appeared around.

The Stargazing Church is dead, even if the figures who stayed here left the city alive. The departure of the Stargazing Pope brought them too much confusion and complete shaking.

The struggle of a demigod also came to an end.

In the chaos, the battle started. These confused people were not ready to sit and wait for death. They began to fight with the ratmen who arrived. Even if their faith was shaken to the point of being almost unsustainable, mortals still had reasons to swing their swords.

In order to survive.

That messy neighborhood.

The Pitchfork Knight tightened his grip on the pitchfork again. Even in this huge and rich city, it was not difficult to find a pitchfork.

Such things were really common and could be found everywhere. The retreating black ratman left behind a rather exquisite knight's sword. The Pitchfork Knight did not pick it up and try to use it. He did not know much and just waved the pitchfork.

The commotion on the city wall and what happened, even if there was no preparation in advance, but what it represented was clear at a glance.

There was a bit of fear on the face of the Pitchfork Knight, because he had experienced this scene before. On the day when the village was destroyed, the rats also crossed the weak wooden wall and broke in.

Fear, unspeakable fear.

There was a bit of trembling in his body, facing the black rat tide that crossed the city wall.

Such a scene was not only noticed by the Pitchfork Knight alone, but also by these poor guys in the shantytown.

There was an uproar, but no chaos broke out, which was unexpected.

It was not surprising. These guys were just poor people struggling to survive. What was there that they could not accept?

The Pitchfork Knight was running around anxiously in the shanty.

On the way, he was stopped by a young figure. It was the young girl. She was not taken away by the Vatican Knight and stayed with the Pitchfork Knight.

With a look of confusion on her face, she stopped the Pitchfork Knight.

"Uncle Knight, why, why did you save them? Why are they worth saving!"

Shouted loudly.

Indeed, if you think about it carefully, why did the Pitchfork Knight save these guys?

Even the Pitchfork Knight himself didn't understand why, and his movements came to a halt, but the thinking didn't last too long. In the distance, a terrified cry sounded, which made the Pitchfork Knight not think about this problem.

He patted the little guy's head and ran towards that place.

The injuries on his body were not completely healed, and it might be that he had left irreversible defects. The movements between running were not so smooth, and he limped, which came from the abnormality of his calf.

But there was no stagnation in the movement.

After being interrupted by the young girl, the fear of the Pitchfork Knight calmed down a little bit, and the things that happened when the small village was destroyed stopped circling in his mind.

He couldn't tell why.

Why did he do this.

These people obviously had nothing to do with him, but he couldn't stop. He didn't figure it out, but he took the lead.

The pitchfork he swung killed a ratman who jumped out of the darkness.

He couldn't figure it out, but the familiar scene kept lingering in his mind.

Even his body was shaking a little more.

Obviously, the Pitchfork Knight didn't know what to do, otherwise he wouldn't have wandered on the ridge of the field in a daze.

But he didn't know, but others knew it.

A crisp voice sounded behind him.

"Don't worry about them! Let's run quickly, Uncle Knight!"

Such a simple sentence inspired the Pitchfork Knight. He didn't know why he did this, but he figured out what he was going to do now.

Although he didn't know if it was too late.

Flames were ignited everywhere in the city, and all kinds of negative emotions were pervasive.

The ratmen that poured into the city began to kill. They spread through the city at an extremely fast speed, almost drowning everything.

Capturing living slaves was the best option, as this would yield the greatest benefit, but the bloody massacre still began.