Broken crystal glass littered the streets, and blood covered the saint's portrait.
At midnight, the noise in the City of Light under the blood moon stopped, and pairs of blood-red eyes lined both sides of the road, respectfully and fearfully gazing at the slowly passing carriage, which contained their master.
"Are there no resisters left?"
Wujian's voice came from inside the carriage, and Feng Shuang carefully chose his words to answer: "No, Master, there is a cemetery of saints behind this city, and there are still humans dying there."
The humans who defend the cemetery are the most devout believers. They swear to the death to prevent the vampires from polluting the glory of the saints. It can also be said to be the most stubborn area.
"Saint's cemetery?" Wu Jian's voice was full of disgust: "Send more people to destroy it. Just hearing the name makes me sick."
"Yes." Feng Shuang glanced at the vampires on both sides. Countless vampires who were standing quietly opened their eyes one after another. They felt honored and opened their wings and flew out from the street. They will do their best to fulfill their master's orders. It can be said that
It is the most loyal army in the world.
"Can those priests be converted into compatriots?"
"It's difficult, Master...and even if they successfully convert, they can't use the power of the church."
Priests who cannot use light skills do not have much effect after conversion, while other professions such as mages and warriors become more powerful after conversion. This is mainly due to the attributes of the blood race. The source of the birth of this race comes from the technology of the demons, and the demons
It is in conflict with the power of light.
It was a pity not to have a sword, but she didn't feel regretful. The effect of capturing Guangming City was enough.
The City of Light has never been extinguished since it was founded. Many people hail it as the hope of mankind, so its fall symbolizes more than just the destruction of a city. It will also cause huge panic in the human world.
This panic is very important to Wu Jian, and the more church forces are eliminated, the less threat they will have.
"Isn't Qinglong here yet?"
"No...Master, we are here."
The carriage stopped, and Wu Jian walked out of it. Her movements could not be said to be elegant, but they were enough to make up for any shortcomings with her beauty.
A cone-like church appeared in front of them, with semicircular stairs and a huge door engraved with a statue of the Virgin. Exquisite scrolls were carved on the snow-white walls. Church glass reflecting different colors made the entire church sparkling.
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【This is where the Pope lives?】
Wu Jian gave a thrilling smile and walked up the stairs stained red with blood. Some vampires who were cleaning lowered their heads and retreated to both sides, allowing their master to walk unimpeded into the hall filled with the smell of blood.
This basilica was once a meeting place for the Pope and dozens of bishops. The floor was covered with bright red carpets decorated with white flowers. Now the carpets looked even more beautiful than usual - stained with the blood of their owners.
The Pope's throne is not exquisite, it is not even as gorgeous as the Snow Mist King's throne. But it is shrouded in golden light. The pure power of light is superior to the craftsmanship of any craftsman.
Legend has it that anyone who sits on it, except the Pope, will be burned to death by bright flames. Wu Jian wanted to give it a try.
She walked towards the throne high up.
"Master. No!" Feng Shuang wanted to stop, but her body was nailed to the spot and unable to move. This was Wu Jian's warning to her.
She could only watch Wu Jian step up the stairs, turn around and sit down. The white flames burned with a "crash", the hall was illuminated like daylight, and Wu Jian's figure disappeared in the white light.
"Master!" Feng Shuang was anxious, but there was no pain in her body telling her that Wu Jian was hurt - her queen was safe.
Time passed little by little, and a touch of red began to appear in the white flame. This red became bigger and bigger, swallowing up all the white light in a short time. The hall became red, and the burning reflection on the wall looked like
The flames of hell.
However, the red flame did not last long. It shrank quickly and was immediately taken back into the body by Wu Jian. The blood queen sat uninjured, and the throne under her body was covered with a faint blood light. She no longer had the holiness before.
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"What's going on?"
Feng Shuang doesn't know why, where has the power of light gone?
Wu Jian did not answer this question. In fact, she had long seen that the throne did not have enough strength. Those powers of light were the will left by each pope. After she sat down, the dead people appeared in her ears and kept muttering something.
Justice, light and so on...
Wu Jian didn't expect these old guys to be so annoying, so he simply ate these willpowers - she wasn't afraid of living people, how could she be afraid of dead people?
"Guangming City already belongs to me, and I want to set the capital here."
She made a decision that disturbed the stability of mankind. After the death of Emperor Shitian, she no longer worried. The capital city of Guangming was indeed the greatest irony to mankind. This news would also drive those ignorant people to throw themselves into the trap.
"Then, let's determine the next target..." Wu Jian lowered his head to look at Feng Shuang and asked in a deep voice: "Cang Ji, Chun Hui, Zhu Yue or Cang Ming?"
These are her next opponents. Although the war is now in full swing, she has enough troops to launch a stronger offensive against one of the targets. This target seems very simple, but it also requires Feng Shuang's prophecy as a reference.
"Cangji has the help of the White Tiger Clan, and the Elf Clan is behind it. Our rear is unstable and it is not suitable to target it for the time being."
"Zhu Yue and Cang Ming have formed an alliance, and intelligence shows that they are also connected with the Glorious Empire. I think we can put it aside for the time being."
"The situation in Chunhui is chaotic, the people are many and the king is stupid. I heard that the two princes who are unfamiliar with the government have driven away Suzaku. It is a great opportunity to conquer."
There is not much difference between what Feng Shuang said and Wu Jian's own thinking. However, she would say this because there is no problem with the prophecy - this is what Wu Jian cares about most.
"That's good..."
She was about to give the order when she saw two people walking in.
"I can help you capture Chunhui. As long as I help, you can capture twenty cities and nearly a million people by this time tomorrow." A woman with pale lips and dry skin, as if she would fall down in the next moment, walked in embarrassedly.
, said: "You should not refuse this offer."
Wu Jian glanced at the old mage beside her, then stared at the woman: "Are there any conditions?"
"Yes." The woman did not hesitate. She raised her head and looked directly at Wu Jian without fear: "After the matter is completed, I want you to set me free."
Freedom, does this mean that she does not want to return to Qinglong? Is it worth offending a holy beast for twenty cities?
Wu Jian did not hesitate - "Deal!"
There is no king without a traitor, and the holy beast is not her ally, and the woman in front of her without her master will not live long. (To be continued...)
