When Mingyue and Mo Li left Hongye City, the Ming army had already rushed to the temple outside Hongye City.
Compared with the Holy Mountain and the Holy City, the strength of ordinary branch temples is naturally much lower. Especially in the Ming Dynasty, the temples are far less prestigious than those in the Xia Kingdom. The money for incense is naturally very little, and the temples cannot be said to be very luxurious.
Seeing the Ming army rushing into the temple, the priests all showed panic expressions.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has an order. If all the temple personnel abandon the temple and return to their fields, they will be safe. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!" Chen Lizuan sat on a tall wildebeest and coldly said Mingyue's order, and then
, waved his palm sharply, "Demolish it!"
He gave the order, and the thousands of knights behind him immediately rushed into the temple unscrupulously.
"Bold!" A middle-aged priest wearing a red robe shouted and rushed out, "Aren't you afraid of attracting the wrath of the gods and being punished by God?!"
"God's punishment?!" Chen Li sneered, "Tell you, we don't believe in God, we only believe in His Highness and Young Master!"
"You..." the middle-aged priest's face turned red with anger, "You are blaspheming the gods!"
"Gods?!" Chen Li laughed, "You said there are gods, then call your gods out!"
The middle-aged priest was speechless. He just pointed his finger on his face and was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Stopping his smile, Chen Li quickly pulled out his sword and pointed it at his face, "I'll give you one last chance. Take off this robe now and get out. Fortunately, you'll still be alive!"
"I will show you the power of God!" The middle-aged priest showed a sneer on his face, formed a strange seal with his hands on his chest, and recited the incantation in a low voice.
Chen Li's eyes darkened, and he held the two silver needles in his left hand between his fingers, and struck the middle-aged priest's chest with a snap of his fingers.
The silver needle is like a awn, so thin that it cannot be seen.
The middle-aged priest was using his magic with all his heart, and he never thought that he would attack him secretly. He felt like mosquitoes and flies were staring at his chest, which caused a slight pain and heat, and then his chest rose and fell violently.
"you……"
He raised his face and looked at Chen Li on the horse. He barely said the word "you" and he fell down heavily.
"Is this the so-called power of God?!" Chen Li snorted disdainfully, riding his horse and taking the lead, "Zhe!"
Five thousand men and horses rushed into a small temple, what a momentum it was.
This branch hall only has more than a hundred people. The masters in the hall are either in the holy city or the sacred mountain. The most powerful one here is the deacon who died on his hidden weapon, and there are also a few earth-level warriors. If they can block this
Five thousand elite soldiers?!
Over the years, the temple has become domineering in various places. Most of the people who join the temple are just to have some food and drink. How can they really risk their lives to protect the reputation of the god?
A few loyal ministers fell in a pool of blood, and the rest of the mob immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.
Plaque, cut down, trample to pieces.
The altar is torn down.
Countless torches were thrown into the palace, the flames swallowed up the silk tents, and the green smoke enveloped the carved beams and painted pillars...
On the official road.
Mingyue glanced sideways, looking at the smoke rising from the mountain peaks in the distance through the crystal window, and snorted coldly.
"Still angry?!" Mo Li looked at his side face with a smile and put his right hand in front of him, "Then, this is for you!"
Mingyue looked back, her eyes fell on the pure white snowball in her hand, and she suddenly smiled, "You treat me like a child?!"
Li Qiye brought the snowball to his lips and smiled unpredictably, "This one is different from the previous ones?!"