"What, blockade?" The boy sat up suddenly. The violent movements pulled the scratches on his back, and he grinned in pain. But then he found that his wounds had been treated and bandaged, and he exuded a hospital smell.
The smell of antibacterial drugs. He relaxed a little because he thought of the antibacterial gel Salomon gave him. The coldness that made people tighten their ribs just by smelling it. The smell of those drugs was the same as what he was smelling now.
The smell is exactly the same.
"Yes, we have already started a war with the angels." Constantine helped the boy sit up from the hospital bed.
"You actually..." the boy sighed, "How is the situation now?"
"If you are asking yourself, your condition was not very good when we found you, but fortunately there were not many external injuries. If you are asking my Lord's servants, then our anti-aircraft firepower has already killed many angels, and there are currently no
Too many casualties." The Guards said, "This is the current situation. No one can easily pass through the defense line where the angels confront us. If you want to do this, you will face great risks. But if
If you insist on doing this, it's not like we can't pay the price to send you up there, boy."
The Imperial Guard took a step back and showed the boy the high-tech equipment in the infirmary and the halberd in his hand, "Now on this earth, only we have the ability to break through the angels' defenses and send you to Finnbowent Mountain.
So I want you to tell me something I want to know. Like what you know about the Sovereign's condition - according to the testimony of the Sisterhood, you should have fallen from the Bridge of Heaven just like the Sovereign. Where is my Lord, boy?
"
"Do you really want to know?" The boy sighed, "Actually, I don't know what era he is in now." Constantine stared at him silently, which invisibly put a lot of pressure on the boy. The boy
I couldn't help shouting, "I really don't know that the power of the Eye of the World has not affected him! I only know that if I want to solve everything, I have to go to the top of Fenbowent Mountain to solve the problem. Maybe in the future
Your lord will return."
"This is a solution." Constantine nodded, not too obsessed with Salomon's whereabouts. The boy did not know the relationship between the Praetorian Guards and Salomon, so he did not pay too much attention to it, but if it was the immortal
When other people in the city saw it, they would definitely think that the behavior of this Guardsman was a bit strange. "Wait here, and I will take you to the top of Finnbowent Mountain when the action begins."
"Hey, one more question. Where am I right now?"
"Sky Carrier Punishment. Someone will bring you a nutritious meal later. Just wait here." Constantine closed the door of the infirmary and locked the boy inside. After Constantine left, the boy
He immediately jumped up from the bed, walked carefully to the door and turned the doorknob. Then the boy's expression became quite bad, but this also confirmed to him that the Guards were indeed Salomon's subordinates, and their behavior was almost
Exactly the same. "He is telling the truth." Constantine said to Baron Mordo who was standing in the corridor. "Perhaps the solution is to send him to the top of Finnbowent Mountain. But I still have a question, why is the Supreme
The mage will say that there is no need to worry about the whereabouts of the monarch?"
"You are asking me questions. I don't know, and no one can guess the His Holiness's plans." Modu shrugged and said with a smile, "But you don't have to worry too much, the Holiness has always paid attention to Salomon.
He'll be fine, maybe he'll pop out of some box in a while, just like the pranks he did when he was little."
"I will prepare the commando team." Constantine did not refute, but left the infirmary guarded by the mystic.
It would be great if Modu's statement is correct. If the monarch does not show up, then the Guards will fulfill their duties. He will never leave the monarch's safety to others, let alone leave it to others.
Kamal Taj puts the life safety of the monarch first.
Now he holds the highest authority in the Eternal City, and even the internal affairs department must obey his orders. Tita received a communication from the Praetorian Guards, and a few minutes later, the strongest martial arts among the sisterhood were transferred from the defense line.
Leaving, returned to the sky aircraft carrier Punishment. Victoria Hand and Sophia's elite soldiers were also gathered together to wait for orders. Constantine planned to personally lead this team composed of sisters and mortals to send the boy to Finnbo
On the top of Mount Winter, Constantine actually didn't care as to how many people would die in the process. If sacrificing the entire Eternal City could save the monarch, then the Praetorian Guards would not hesitate at all.
But these are not enough.
"Great Sage." He said to the fifth demon pillar far away on Mars, "I need your help."
A cold electronic synthesized voice responded. "The approval has been passed... The Nerv Legion experimental model is about to depart. It is expected to arrive in 21600 seconds. For the destiny of mankind to rule the galaxy."
The man enthusiastically raised his pitchfork and cheered loudly in front of the giant fire. Besides him, the young men from the same village were also cheering. However, the man thought he was the most glorious one because his pitchfork was tattooed with his trophy.
, a head he cut off with his own hands - the head of a blasphemer, the head of a woman who practiced witchcraft, the head of a banshee. It was his sacrifice to the god he worshiped. In the priest's words,
After drinking the banshee's witchcraft, he was the first to rush forward. Drops of cold and sticky blood dripped on his eyelids, but he didn't feel sick. The others only grabbed an arm or a thigh.
The body parts were thrown into the fire to prevent others from being killed by their witchcraft. This was the priest's order. No one dared to disobey the priest's words, because the priest was for their own good, and pointed out that they destroyed farmland and caused women to miscarry.
, the culprit behind the obsession of young men, is also the mastermind behind the female cats going into heat, stealing milk, shearing sheep, and causing the woodcutter to get lost.
They are just and they are here to protect the lives of ordinary people!
The villagers who had obtained the trophies lit a fire in unison, celebrating this great day like a festival, a day that proved their devout faith. The witch's head stared with big eyes, and the firelight reflected on the godless eyes, stained with
The delicate earrings of dried blood swayed with the movement of the pitchfork, playing a ethereal accompaniment to the cheering crowd.
Even if the head is chopped off, it still looks so good! The man raised his head and spit into his head.
The warmth of the flames burning his back and the overwhelming passion made him quite intoxicated. He also smelled a mouth-watering smell of barbecue.
The man looked around, and when others were not paying attention, he bent down and picked up a piece of gold jewelry from the black clothes on the ground. This trip cannot be in vain, maybe it can be used as a gift for his wife?
The man shivered in fear as soon as the idea came to his mind.
Maybe there's magic on it, or maybe the witch's curse before she died will make his little cub crippled!
He made up his mind to present the jewelry to the church in exchange for the priest's blessing as a way to show his piety.
"Shameless witch!" A woman in coarse linen hugged a book given by a priest and pointed at the head on a pitchfork. "Go to hell! A witch who only seduces men! Look here."
! Your souls will be cursed by God!" Even a child grabbing the apron around the woman's waist was shouting.
"They will steal children! These old witches!" Someone yelled. As soon as the words came out, the woman immediately hugged her child, fearing that there was still a living witch who would snatch him away. But the fear did not last.
It took too long, because all the people surrounding the fire felt an inexplicable physical fear. From the corner of their eyes, they caught a glimpse of a tall figure wearing golden armor slowly walking through the crowd. It was a man whose whole body was glowing with light.
, incense and warm light enveloped him, and anyone could see his holiness.
"This must be a messenger from God!" someone shouted, "Our piety has been proven!"
The villagers held their trophies in front of the giant one after another, even if they were just bloody and bloody stumps.