The biting night wind could not dissipate the smell of blood floating in the air. On the hillside behind Yirong Manor, blood was like a river, and corpses were like snow covering the entire hillside.
With the Mei Shu Dao at his side, he waved his hand gently, and everyone in the ghost tribe, including Bai Yi and Zi Ming, disappeared instantly without a trace.
It comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry.
Zhang Wu jumped off his horse and looked at Mei, whose entire body armor had already been stained with the enemy's blood.
"Are you okay?!"
Beforehand, he already knew that Mei would bring people to help him. At that time, he also thought about whether there were His Highness the Prince's surprise troops behind him, but he never thought that those people Mei brought were the legendary heretics.
However, after this night of fighting, Zhang Wu was no longer surprised.
Since the enemy of His Royal Highness and Young Master is the temple, there is nothing strange about walking together with heretics.
"fine!"
Mei spoke softly, and her lips exposed outside the mask raised a smile to him.
He was very satisfied with Zhang Wu's reaction.
Behind Zhang Wu, the Royal Elite Cavalry had already taken action, cleaning the battlefield and treating the injured. They had been a little surprised when they saw the ghost tribe appear before, but when the war came to an end, they had become accustomed to it.
When this army was first organized, in addition to improving the strength of everyone in the team, it also always lost the idea of loyalty just like Taixue.
Like the Nightthorn, the first thing they learn is obedience and loyalty.
Although there was no discussion, Mingyue and Li Li unknowingly chose the same path. Every member of the Jingqi Group came from a family that was poor or had some opposition to the temple.
There are even many descendants or relatives of so-called heretics.
Therefore, when facing the army of the Temple of Punishment, they fought without a trace of fear or mercy.
For thousands of years, the temple has been used to spread knowledge and benefit people, while also killing heretics.
The red robes worn by everyone in the Temple of Punishment are dyed with the tears and blood of heretics.
On this continent, countless families have been harmed by him, and every drop of hatred is enough to turn into an ocean.
Chen Li hurriedly walked to Mei Shen's side, "Leave this to me, and you can inform His Highness and Young Master!"
Mei nodded slightly, jumped up, and headed towards the direction of the garrison mansion.
Guard the house.
The guards have carried away the corpses in the courtyard, and the blood remaining on the ground has solidified into ice, but the smell of blood in the air is still strong.
In the backyard hall, Mingyue sits in the main seat.
At the bottom of the steps were the civil and military ministers who were accompanying them. The ministers laid their heads on the ground, and the first person's face was solemn.
Although they had just been taken to a safe place in the backyard, everyone could clearly see Mingyue stabbing the great priest to death.
The temple has always stood proudly in the world. In the Xia Kingdom, even if someone insults the religion, they will be denounced as heretics. Although the temple's prestige in the Ming Dynasty is far less than this, punishing the high priest is a very important figure in the temple. Now he died at the hands of his own prince.
Yes, this matter is no small matter.
Mei silently landed outside the door, took a look at the people kneeling on the ground, and stepped in. Her blood-stained boots left a trail of bloody footprints on the blue-white floor.
"Yirong Manor, how is the situation?!" Mingyue asked loudly.
Mei glanced at his face and replied loudly and respectfully, "Your Highness, the entire army of the temple has been wiped out, leaving not a single person alive!"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden gasp in the hall.