As the vision in the sky disappeared, the dozens of streams of light and the incarnation of Tyr also disappeared at the same time.
However, this does not mean that the wizards' misfortune ends here.
After the gods personally took action and killed all the wizards, the protagonists of this war-the Templars finally made their debut.
Unlike those wizards with messy clothes and wounds all over their bodies, the Templars wore armor with magical powers, silver daggers hanging on their waists, and sharp spears shining with cold light in their hands.
There is a large holy emblem painted on the back.
They laughed loudly and shouted as they quickly advanced through the city, killing all the enemies in their way.
Cut off their heads with swords, roast them with flames, and smash them into pulp with giant steel fists.
There are no innocents in the Wizarding City. Just living here is a sin.
"Go to hell!"
"Heresy! Your sins will never be forgiven!"
They shouted loudly, their voices full of joy.
The Templars are God's sword, God's shield, and the embodiment of God's power. Unlike priests with military professions such as Apologists, Templars do not have to abide by those weird rules, or even pray, every month
You can also get a good salary.
The meaning of their existence is to kill heretics, and the value of their existence is to kill people for God.
After all, this is a time when there are no devils - they only have humans to kill.
But in all the battles in the past, none was more enjoyable than this one. They didn't even need to detect whether the other party was evil, or judge how much damage they would inflict on the other party - the gods had already ordered it, and the wizard would
Remove the name from the human race.
Wizards will not enjoy any legal protection. Killing a wizard is a lighter crime than hunting the lord's hare. At the same time, their heads can be exchanged for considerable achievements or actual money.
I repeat. It doesn't get any better than this.
The heretics on the ground have lost their ability to fight under the miracle, and all they have to do is to deal with the damage. The few wizards who can still resist will be completely defeated by the Templar Knights who are several times or even ten times their number.
submerged.
The spear in the hands of a young Templar knight had already been skewered with four corpses. It became heavy. Just as he was leaning against the wall and thinking about how to remove the corpses from the spear, he suddenly heard
There was a faint sound of breathing from beside me.
Right next to his feet, a white and slender left hand struggled to reach out from the collapsed ruins. He stepped on his metal boots and walked over, asking kindly: "Do you need help?"
"Oh my God, thank you so much!"
A beautiful but weak girl's voice came from under the ruins: "I've been pressed by this damn stone for several hours... ughhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Without hesitation, the Templar took out the silver sword from his waist and nailed the girl's left hand to the ground. Then he easily lifted the stone and let the moonlight shine in.
"First... sir?"
"I'm here, miss." The young Templar showed a satisfied and happy smile after seeing the girl's appearance clearly. "You should thank your God Aum. It's that guy who made my spear temporarily missing."
It’s useless... but fortunately, I still have a spear here that can pierce you.”
Not far from here, there was a Templar knight who was over fifty years old and got into a ruins with a nervous look on his face - he could tell that this place seemed to be a warehouse or something.
He carefully picked out the items that were relatively intact. Unlike his young and radical colleagues, he smashed them all to pieces with heavy spears.
He knew very well that in places other than the White Tower, these things could be sold for quite a lot of money. He knew very well that the White Tower was about to be destroyed, and the prices of these things would only increase and not fall.
His second daughter is about to get married, and his fourth child is about to be born. He needs to hire a new tutor, and also needs to send some money to Father Gatleka so that he can take more care of his little Tom at the seminary. Also
There is also the purchase of armor, sword and pony for little Tom... This is a big expense. Those pitiful allowances alone are not enough to maintain his life as a knight.
But he also knew that his behavior at this time was undoubtedly not allowed by discipline. If he was discovered, he would probably have to peel off his skin - in which case it would be tragic.
While he was hurriedly picking out some bottles and jars that he didn't understand, maybe he accidentally broke a crystal too loudly. An old wizard with blood on his head was groaning not far away.
Wake up. The old wizard couldn't help but be horrified when he saw the middle-aged Templar, but because his throat was filled with blood, he failed to cast spells three times in a row.
Only then did the Templar react. Because there was not enough space, he could not stand up or draw his sword. All he had to do was kneel on the ground and jump over like a dog, and clenched it with his strong hands that had taken off his steel gloves.
He grabbed the old wizard's throat and covered his mouth.
But he immediately felt the old wizard's body tense up and begin to struggle. Moreover, the old body was much stronger than he imagined.
He had no choice but to press the old wizard's lungs with his own body, fumble around with a crystal bottle and stuff it into the old wizard's mouth to prevent him from screaming. Then he freed up one hand and punched him one after another.
Hitting him on the temple, until the old wizard's resistance gradually weakened, he used rough techniques to break the old wizard's neck.
The middle-aged Templar was breathing heavily and nervously, carefully not making any noise so as not to summon his colleagues. After his breathing subsided slightly, he used the cloth torn off the old wizard's robe as a baggage and carried it.
Those relatively complete items were wrapped in several layers and hidden in the cracks of the armor.
This kind of thing is happening everywhere in the White Tower. The noble wizards in the past are now worse than the meanest domestic animals. The remaining books and experimental records were burned, and only a few things were saved - most of them were various potions.
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In the inner ring, a girl in black robe appeared in the ruins of the second tower at some unknown time, but no one could see her.
Under her body was a huge coffin. Miraculously, there was no dust left in the area around the coffin, leaving a clean area.
The girl's overly long bangs covered half of her face, and her long black hair hung from the huge coffin more than two meters high to the clean ground. Her legs were elegantly crossed, with her left leg on top and her right leg on the bottom.
, just sitting on a huge obsidian coffin, watching everything happening in the White Tower through the wall indifferently.
She didn't know how long it took, but she suddenly lost interest, lowered her head, and stared at the coffin intently.
She stroked the obsidian coffin with her hands, caressing it back and forth a few times, then passed her hands directly through the coffin lid, and gently covered the cheek of the deceased who was soaked in mercury.
"I saw it...I saw it, I'm really happy."
She murmured, her gentle voice echoing in the empty basement.
"Then, come back, my child."
"As you wish, my mentor."
A dull sound came from the mercury-soaked coffin. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net