Chapter five hundred and seventieth stealing the country
The city of Colwell is surrounded by a moat, three suspension bridges, and four gates.
The Skitarii came to the moat, which was only 200 steps away from the city head. Tang Jin shouted: "Who is your city defender!"
The elderly Archduke Hendon walked to the top of the city in person. From this distance, he could see the sparkling water of the moat and the reflection of the blue armor on the arrogant knights. With a sullen face, he asked the general beside him to reply.
"Pagans, before you is the watchman of the Mojito Sea, the master of the Principality of Hendon, the protector of merchants and fishermen, the loyal guard of the Emperor of Panglai, the fearless one who withstands the wind and waves.
With the navigator, the great Archduke Gagarin Hunton de Cornell!"
Tang Jin immediately answered, his voice passing through the spherical enchanted glass helmet and resounding through the sky: "We are not the pagans you call us, we are believers of the great and only true God. We represent the masters of iron and fire, the descendants of mysteries and miracles,
Your Majesty, the Pope of the Flying Spaghetti Cult, who has the highest honor and wisdom, wants you, the sad hypocrites who have been deceived by false gods and corrupted by the chaotic world, to immediately open the city gates and welcome the arrival of the Skitarii!"
"Don't expect us to surrender, we can guard you until you die of old age!"
A violent emotion surged up on Tang Jin's face in an instant, "Bitch! I'm going to take off your skull and use it as a bowler. This is me, Tang Jin, Centurion of the Flying Mask Skitarii, Knight of Retribution, and CEO of the Inquisition.
The exact words!”
While he was talking, Tang Jin's adjutant raised his alchemical crossbow and shot off the flagpole of Duke Hendon's flag at the top of the city. A panicked shout came from the top of the city, and there was a flurry of curses, and the archers pulled at the wall stacks.
Shooting arrows from a bow, the arrows dropped from a high place are like spring floods
The breaking waves that hit the rocks on the shore rose up, then fell, turning into a continuous drizzle, clanking against the heavy armor of the Skitarii, and being easily bounced away, without any meaning, or even
Not a single white spot was left on the light yellow glass helmet.
Tang Jin waved his hand, "Get ready to attack the city and build bridges."
The two sergeants took down a bundle of cloth blankets from the spare packhorse, shook it out by the river, and put the soul stone on it. The roll of cloth stretched out like a plank, across the rushing river, and stood on the other side.
A pontoon bridge.
The skitarii rode through, but the bridge did not move.
In the end, two sergeants rolled up the blanket as it was and carefully put away the soul stone.
They casually came to the city gate, killed the few guards who were left outside the city, and moved away the horse-rejecting stakes. The arrows raining from above their heads were non-stop, but just like outing on a gentle day, the skitarii
With a kind of cruel indifference, step by step, methodical progress.
A small hole was dug in front of the door, then a black iron ball was placed, and a black soul stone was inserted from the top slot. The soldiers walked out of the doorway with a smile and stood beside the city wall.
"Three." The surface of the iron ball turned red.
"Two." Violent elemental fluctuations.
"one."
boom!
The city gate exploded. The ten-foot-tall, largest and thickest city gate flew into the city like pieces of paper in the wind. The soldiers along the way were like sesame seeds run over by a steamroller, and blue blood splashed three feet high.
high.
Tang Jin smiled evilly, "Boiling believers, dear little meatballs, it's time to work!"
The great Pope said, which people should be killed first, and which people should be killed as little as possible. Some things should be done as much as possible, while others should be avoided as much as possible.
Kill the pagans first, then the nobles, and then those who cause trouble. Do not kill young children, and do not kill pregnant women.
When we urge people to abandon paganism and convert them to religion, we should not indulge in greed and blasphemous desires.
In the center of Colwell City, within the royal palace, Archduke Hendon's three sons, four daughters, and six wives were sitting in the empty hall. Those ministers, those servants, and there were no lights in the bustling halls in the past.
, no one went to open the curtains, and the shadows of beams and pillars were at the main entrance.
The sun shivered in the light, and the whole city was boiling. There were cries, roars, and curses. There were even wheels rolling, the clash of swords and swords sounded like ice cracking; there was a sour smell of blood, and the burning firewood came from nowhere.
The smell of food, even the smell of wheat coming from the bakery on the street in front of the palace...
Everything was unreal. It all started just an hour ago. Someone shouted: The cavalry of the Holy See was killed! Then, the Grand Duke hurried out, and the members of the royal family rushed to the meeting hall in a hurry. However, it was empty.
In such a dense, irreversible, and story-filled darkness, the tapestries, murals, sculptures, and utensils decorated in the palace are all covered with a faint reflection, as if they have eyes, flickering like strips of iron.
It pricks the skin like a needle and causes pain.
Monqu de Connell crossed his arms and looked at his family in the corner.
My father's women are all idiots. The really capable queen passed away three years ago, and now they are just some beautiful commoner women. The eldest brother is a weak sissy, the second sister is a beauty with no administrative ability, and the fourth
He has always been like an insidious snake,
But he is just a vicious playboy, and now he can use the sweat on his face to bathe himself. Poor, three poor sisters, they are just little fools in their teens, the youngest is just ten years old,
I still don’t know what happened.
The light coming from the gate is so dazzling that people dare not look at it, but hiding in the shadow of the palace is comfortable and peaceful.
"It's okay, it's okay..."
The murmur was interrupted by a long, narrow shadow at the door. The huge backlit human figure wore a spherical transparent helmet and had a vaguely gloomy face. His left hand held a head with short hair and blood still dripping from its neck.
"Who are you?!" the current queen yelled.
"The CEO of the Flying Spaghetti Inquisition, the Punishment Knight, Tang Jin!"
The man threw the head in, and it rolled around like a ball on the ground a few times. It stopped at the feet of Monqu de Connell, with his head facing up. It was the face of the Grand Duke of Hendon.
The eldest prince screamed in horror, while the second princess shouted: His Majesty the Emperor will not let you go, you evil thief!
Meng Qu picked up his father's head and knelt down suddenly on the ground. Under the shocked eyes of his family, he knelt humbly in front of Knight Tang Jin and said, "Great believer of the true God, I, the third son of the Cornell family,
The second direct heir, Mengqu De Kang
Nair, on behalf of the royal family of the Duke of Hendon, we are willing to swear by our noble blood to dedicate our land to the true God and be your parish. Please let us lonely people go. We will leave our homes and never set foot on this land.
step."
Behind Tang Jin, more skitarii walked up the steps. They stood like mountain walls one by one, casting dense black shadows.
"Very good. From today on, you will be the new king of Hendon. Kill the rest."
The adjutant leaned into Tang Jin's ear and said, "Sir, except for two men, the rest are women and children."
"What, have you given in to your base desires?"
"No, my Lord Executor, what I mean is that His Majesty the Pope may need such a woman of noble blood."
"Then keep those four girls." After Tang Jin gave the order, he said to Meng Qu, "You have to follow us to the holy city of Upraz. His Majesty the Pope will receive you."
"...As ordered." Meng Qu bowed his head, and on the surface of the floating dust that no one could see, his face looked both sad and happy.
