The heavy iron hoofs trampled the shadows of the trees on the streets of Borelli. To everyone's expectation, the first ones to discover the anomaly in Shenghui Mountain and the first ones to rush to the foot of Shenghui Mountain were not the leading figures of the big forces.
It was a dragoon patrol led by Enzo.
The patrol team of 300 people rushed to the square at the entrance of Shenghui Mountain as quickly as possible. Everyone was shocked by the bright red blood. Even crawling out from the pile of dead people on the battlefield had to be experienced dozens of times.
Enzo, Vic and others, who had fought bloody battles and narrowly escaped death numerous times, stared blankly at the 'soft' blood in front of them.
Different from the tragic situation on the battlefield where swords and axes collided with clanging sounds, weapons clashed with bangs, blood shot out, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, the blood color of Shenghui Mountain was so quiet, demure, and even revealed a ladylike quality.
Gentle breath.
The blood was smeared smoothly on the ground and on the walls without any mess, as if a master painter had evenly applied a layer of plasma, and the blood was flowing smoothly and orderly along the ground and walls, cruelly.
There is actually a hint of gentleness and gentleness in it.
There were no corpses, no mountains of corpses with hideous faces piled up on the battlefield.
Because all the clergymen and their armors were cut into the smallest particles, like diced meat about to be put into the frying pan on a chopping board, evenly distributed on the ground. So at a glance, this one
It is huge. The large square where believers usually wait for the bells of the Holy Glory Cathedral to ring and prepare to worship in the church is unusually flat and smooth.
The smooth blood, the smooth diced meat, everything was spread evenly on the ground, and it was very pleasing to the eye.
"Did the devil break into Shenghui Mountain?" Vic suppressed the twitching in his throat and suppressed the vomiting. He hissed: "Who would do such a thing? Killing someone.
Forget it, he actually still..."
A group of newly recruited dragoons were already vomiting. Some even fell off their horses. Enzo gave them a helpless look. It was obvious that the Second Dragoon Corps had only been formed for two months. He wanted to
To form enough combat effectiveness, there is still a lot to do and it will take a long time for these guys with no strength to become real warriors.
"Send someone to warn the Security Hall and the Victory Palace. Register the situation here with the most urgent red alert order at the Security Hall. I will take a few people up to see the situation, and everyone else will stay here, preparing to receive reinforcements from behind!
"
With a flick of his finger, Enzo threw a magic letter into the sky. The special magic letter rubbed against the air and suddenly emitted a dazzling light. A bright light rushed up to a thousand meters high, and then disappeared high in the sky.
It exploded into a ball of dazzling blood and made a loud noise.
It was the bright light and loud noise made by Enzo that alerted the idle people in Berelli. Many young aristocratic people who were dressed up and strutting through the streets turned their heads and looked in this direction. Only then did they realize that the Temple Mount had been smeared with blood.
A thick layer.
Not to mention the commotion in the city of Borelli, Enzo, Vic and three or five other old brothers carefully walked up the stone steps leading to the top of the mountain. The stone steps, which were more than ten meters wide, were also covered with a uniform layer of blood plasma.
Every once in a while, there is a uniform piece of meat particles and metal particles scattered on the ground. There is no doubt that this is the last trace left by the killed Temple Guard Knight.
Enzo took a deep breath. There was blood everywhere, but there was no smell of blood in the air. It seemed that some magical power had completely drained the activity from the blood, leaving the blood empty but not even a trace of blood.
All the characteristics that a child's blood should have are gone.
Even the original viscosity of the plasma disappeared without a trace. Enzo and others stepped on the plasma with their Warcraft leather-clad steel-plated combat boots. When they lifted it up, the plasma did not stick to the soles of the boots at all, but was just a thin layer.
The boots were only a little wet. The plasma had become the same as water, and it only retained the color of plasma.
Vic took out several poisoned daggers from the space ring and carefully inserted them into his most convenient belt. He pulled out a light crossbow for thieves with a bow arm only one foot and two inches long, and put twelve daggers into it.
Thumb-sized and extremely sharp circular alloy pieces are embedded into the light crossbow. These thin, seemingly transparent metal discs shine with a faint purple-green luster, and are also quenched with the poison of heavy metal minerals from the abyss.
Long Gen, Wood and others also pulled out their weapons one after another, while Shanfu held up an extremely heavy pointed tower shield with both hands and walked cautiously at the front step by step. Although the group did not exchange anything,
But they have almost instinctively set up the most appropriate small formation that their group can put up, with the strongest defense and strong counterattack capabilities.
We cautiously pushed all the way to the top of the Shenghui Mountain. There was not a single survivor in all the temples along the way. All the clergy were completely wiped out. Even the flying monsters they had raised were killed. Even Enzo noticed that in all the temples,
All the statues of gods were torn down from their high thrones and smashed to pieces on the ground.
What surprised Enzo even more was that what was smashed to pieces were the main internal structures of the statue, most of which were carved from boulders of various colors. And the gorgeous decorations on the surface of the statue, such as the divine crown made of fine gold.
, a scepter made of mithril, a throne carved from huge magic crystal, etc., these valuable things were all looted.
"It's as clean as a rice bowl that has been licked by ten dogs!" Vic exclaimed: "If the leader hadn't been able to do such vicious things, he wouldn't have had the habit of killing people and dismembering their bodies. I would really have thought that this was
The boss is so poor that he has come to rob us!"
Enzo glared at Vic fiercely, and he muttered in a low voice: "Shut up, be careful, he can kill so many clergy, this guy's strength..."
Several people shut their mouths. Nearly ten years ago, Blackbeard killed everyone in the Holy Glory Cathedral. It was Blackbeard who disguised himself as a clergy member of the church, leaving the people of the Holy Glory Cathedral with almost no resistance.
They were killed one by one.
But the current Holy Glory Cathedral is different from ten years ago. At that time, the most powerful person in the cathedral was only the Archbishop of Heaven. But now that Holy Light I has become the emperor of the Gallic Empire, the church has openly transferred a large number of
Holy clergy are resident in Bereli.
Being able to kill so many powerful clergy so easily, who would be the top Saint Master?
Or? Simply a demigod?
Enzo gritted his teeth and whispered: "Brothers, take it easy, but don't worry! I have already sent out a warning message, and it won't take long for a large number of reinforcements to arrive. This is a good time for the brothers to take credit.
The boss has given us such a life-saving treasure, even a demigod cannot do anything to us for a while."
They cautiously arrived in front of the Holy Glory Cathedral on the top of the mountain. Enzo and the others felt numb all over their bodies. They looked at the sea of blood in front of the cathedral in silence - the blood like clear water covered the square with a radius of hundreds of acres.
It was dyed red, and Shancu, who was walking in the front, stepped into the blood, and the blood immediately covered his knees.
Countless thumb-sized flesh lumps are floating on the blood. The sun shines on this sea of blood hell, and you can see countless twisted faces writhing in the blood. Incomparably evil magic has imprisoned these souls in the blood, imprisoned in those broken pieces.
In the cracked flesh, no matter how much these soul fragments struggled and howled, they were still unable to escape from this cruel hell.
A shrill howl came from the cathedral in the middle, and the sound of gentle footsteps sounded. Iris took Best? Chenxi's hair and dragged him out of the cathedral like a dead dog.
Te Chenxi's pure white divine robes were stained red with blood, and he howled at the top of his lungs. The high-ranking clergyman from a dignified divine family was actually frightened into madness by Idris's cruel behavior.
Yitrisi calmly walked down the high steps in front of the main entrance of the cathedral step by step. Best Chenxi's head hit the steps again and again, and she was dragged down from the steps in embarrassment. Yitrisi
Her neat little black dress was stained with blood, and the blood fell from her body like a waterfall. On the soles of her slender feet, the original shoes and socks had gone somewhere, and the two white and delicate little ones were gone.
His feet stepped directly into the bloody water.
A trace of blood slowly slipped from Yitris's cheek. Her cold and lifeless eyes stared at Enzo and his group gloomily, and asked word by word: "Where is my father?"
Enzo's body stiffened for a while, and Idris's wooden pipe made him feel extremely strong pressure. Even when Arthur maliciously mobilized them to fight against the orc patrol fleet on Wudalian Island, he fought a life-and-death fight with a golden bear.
, I have never felt such terrible pressure.
The stabbing sword gently drew an arc, and with all his strength mobilized, Enzo said in a deep voice: "Little girl, who is your father?"
Yitris stared at Enzo and others wearing dragoon armor, then shook her head gently: "You are not clergy... you are dragoons... Dragoons should not die.
...All clergy should die!"
Lowering her head and gently tugging on Best Chenxi's ear, Iris asked in a low voice: "Where is my father?"
Best Chenxi glanced at Enzo blankly, and then screamed at the top of his lungs: "Help!"
With a 'chi-la' sound, Best Chenxi's ear was torn off by Yitris's white hands.
Best Chenxi howled in pain, and Enzo strode forward and shouted loudly: "In the name of the empire's laws, little girl, let go of that adult in your hands! No matter what you have
If you are wronged, the laws of the empire will uphold your rights! But you have no right to abuse violence to take the lives of others!"
Enzo used all his fighting spirit to roar these words, and the huge sound spread all over Shenghui Mountain.
Enzo felt that these words were righteous and awe-inspiring, and would definitely gain him a lot of points in the hearts of the people of Berelli. At the same time, he was also mentally prepared to be attacked by Eatrix!
Something that surprised Enzo happened - Iris frowned and looked at him for a while, then let go of her hand and put Best Chenxi down.
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