"Praise the killing, praise the death, praise the war, praise the bloody land.￠￡"
"Your name written in blood spreads in the depths of hell. The roaring north wind is your blade, and the pain and aging are your spear. You are undefeated, undying, and undead. When we recite your name, you will surely
Return to this land again."
"Great Friedrich, you are the master of all and the end of all things!"
The buzzing sounds in the square gathered together, and lingered in everyone's ears like the moans of a dying patient. Streams of blood flowed between the gaps between the mud and the stone slabs, like red snakes, winding and spreading, attracting everyone.
His feet were stained red.
Above the roofs of different heights, the firelight reflected the night red. Pillars of thick smoke were rising into the sky in the night. Sparks followed the rising hot air and floated over the entire imperial capital, like a river of light dotted with stars.
Far outside the square, the bishop raised his head, lifted off his thick cloak with hands covered with age spots, and watched the scene devoutly. He said in a low and hoarse voice:
"Thirty years ago, when I was in Metz, I dreamed of all this today. I saw with my own eyes black flames rising from the ground, turning this decayed empire into ashes."
The young believers all looked at the archbishop with reverence. For people living in darkness, the great purge thirty years ago was unforgettable in every sense of the word. In East Metz,
Every day in any rural village, countless witches, wizards who practice black magic, and people declared to be heretics are dragged out of their houses and either hanged or burned on the stake.
It was the darkest period in the entire East Metz. Although it severely cracked down on the evil forces, it also stagnated the local production state. After all, no one can stop dissatisfied people from using the name of the temple.
The final result of attacking dissidents was that the whole countryside of East Metz was empty, and it has not been able to recover until now.
Ironically, the ruthless killings did not stop the spread of darkness. On the contrary, the fear and desolate countryside provided the soil for the survival of pagan beliefs.
Over the years, the Temple's control over the countryside of East Metz has become even weaker.
Most of these young people are believers who developed after that. They have never seen that cruel era, but they have a good understanding of the horrors of that era through word of mouth within the sect, and they have a good understanding of the people who can survive from that era.
The older generation of believers all have great reverence in their hearts.
But compared with old people like the bishop, the flames of revenge in the hearts of these young people are no less than the former. It seems that only by reducing this thousand-year-old imperial capital to ruins can they satisfy the desire to destroy everything in their hearts.
Everyone's eyes are filled with enthusiasm.
Under the square, the secret cultists in black robes walked forward in a row. They held sharp knives in their hands. Every time they approached a row of citizens kneeling on the ground, they held his neck and stabbed him with a knife.
The heart of the latter.
The pain of death awakens people from their illusions. The dead struggle to turn their heads to see their murderers clearly, just like animals being slaughtered. Blood foam spurts out from their mouths, and the look in their eyes is little by little.
The darkness continued. The believers quickly laid the lifeless corpse flat and allowed the blood to mix with the soil and flow in the square.
But most people didn't even have a chance to resist. They twitched and fell to the ground, row after row, like lambs being massacred. The believers moved very quickly. In less than a moment, there was only one row left in the second half of the square.
A row of corpses intertwined with each other.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The blood flowed towards the center of the square as if inspired by something. The statue of the knight stood in the center of the square, holding a sword in one hand and watching this scene indifferently.
The light from the surrounding torches casts a huge shadow on its face, making it look like this past hero is shrouded in twilight.
But the believers and citizens in the front row seemed to turn a blind eye to everything that was happening. They chanted religiously and repeatedly, and the blood covered the knees of the people in front. They still hit their heads on the ground and worshiped in fear. It was as if there was a voice in their hearts.
Declare to them that I am your Lord and will give you everything - whether it is revenge or eternal life.
The bishop looked at this scene with satisfaction.
The rioting people were gathering in the inner city under the instigation of the tree shepherds. They set fire to everything they could see. In the fanatical atmosphere, people gradually lost their minds. They usually carefully protected their
Property, but there is only one thought left in my mind at this moment:
Loot, burn, and destroy everything!
The scene in front of us is just a portrayal of a corner of the entire Rush Tower at this moment. Dozens of such rituals, large and small, are being carried out in different places throughout the imperial capital. As long as one-third of them are successful, then
Can successfully summon the 'gift' they have been preparing for a long time.
This is a great gift to this dying empire.
It was once so arrogant that no one thought that this empire founded by Gilt, the Lord of Fire, one of the Four Sages, would one day come to an end. Even though countless kingdoms and principalities have fallen and disappeared over the centuries, the four empires have always stood.
At the top of the peak of civilization, it has never faded in the slightest.
But an accidental opportunity brought all the coincidences together, giving them a moment to control and subvert the fate of this behemoth.
He couldn't help but think of his experience in Metz decades ago, the arrogant attitude of the Templar knights and nobles. The empire didn't pay attention to them at all, allowed them to grow, and then cruelly suppressed them when a certain time came.
.
It is like wheat in the field, but it has not yet reached the harvest time.
When the nobles watched their colleagues go to the gallows, their eyes were no different from watching the wheat being cut down. It was the same understatement, with a bit of appreciation.
It was this look that hurt him deeply.
The bishop took one last look in the direction of the square. He saw a pool of blood gathering in the center of the square. It was as thick as a mirror. A twisted monster with red heads and open wings was struggling in the pool, covered with thick blood.
Their bodies are connected to the blood pool. They are like embryos gestating in the womb, and they are so ugly that they are disgusting.
He knew that the son of the evil god had arrived.
Everywhere in Warnd, Blackfire cultists and tree shepherds are always present. They worship twisted power - not chaos and demons, but evil gods. Scholars have debated for thousands of years whether the evil gods are gods.
are all unresolved, but these terrifying and ugly beings are indeed part of God - they were born from the blood of God. No one knows who created them, or with what intention they created them, but these terrifying and twisted monsters have never existed since.
From the day they were born, they seemed to be cursed by all the malice and hatred in the world. They were crazy and irrational, worshiping killing and cold death. They were powerful and grotesque. It was as if their mere existence made the world uneasy.
For this reason, from the day the evil gods were born, they were deeply sealed by the people of the gods. Only a few of their descendants were left on the earth, and they were called divine envoys.
The most famous of these is the evil tree Fenlidos, the demon tree born from the blood of Gaia. Its descendants, the golden demon trees, are spread throughout the world under the intentional cultivation of tree shepherds, and the title of tree shepherd is also
Comes from this.
The followers of the tree herders, the Black Fire Cultists, worship the powerful power of these strange creatures. However, they have been far away from obtaining this power for a long time. The weak angels seem to be the limit of mortal power. Since the War of the Saints,
, no one has ever been so close to a true God.
Even if it is an evil god.
The debate among scholars seems to have come to an end at this moment in Rushta, the imperial capital of the Cruz people.
He pulled down his cloak again and muttered nervously.
"Beg for mercy, but I won't give you a chance."
There is nothing more pleasant than watching a once powerful and frightening enemy fall and groan in front of you. He would like to take a good look at those guys who are drunk and dreaming of death in the inner city when they are about to die.
What kind of expression is it.
He turned back casually and said to the people around him: "Have the people we sent to the Cat and Beard Inn returned?"
The young believers asked each other this question and soon received a negative answer.
This answer made the Lord Bishop frown, as if their power was so powerful at this time. Even the empire was kneeling in front of him, so how could they embarrass him over such a trivial matter?
This feeling made him feel very dissatisfied.
"Why, there's no news at all?" His tone couldn't help but become scornful, containing deep dissatisfaction.
The believers shook their heads again.
"The city is in chaos now. Maybe they encountered trouble on the way back." Someone in the crowd put forward a reasonable explanation.
The bishop thought for a moment and agreed with this explanation. He thought that there was no possibility of the Lord Dragon Queen's plan failing. He carefully investigated the people in the hotel and knew that the fiancée of the little nobleman had no ability at all.
Of course, Baiwu's unexpected factors were not within his consideration.
He decided to put this question aside first, and then said: "The ceremony in the city must be accelerated. The main ceremony is almost completed now. There are dozens of large and small ceremonies. Could it be that those idiots can't even complete one-third of the ceremony within the time I specified?"
Can’t even complete the ceremony?”
The young believers looked at each other, wondering why the bishop, who usually seemed so talkative, suddenly lost his temper.
But these people were not idiots after all, and someone soon said: "Maybe we can contact them?"
The bishop thought for a moment and nodded. On weekdays, they rarely communicated in private because they were afraid of being noticed by the ubiquitous witches, but tonight there was no such worry. I was afraid that at this time, the self-righteous Her Majesty the Queen would have too much to take care of herself.
The young believers immediately took out a communication crystal, carefully connected it, and then handed it to the bishop respectfully.
"Whose crystal is this?"
The bishop turned around and asked. The light of the torch cast the shadow of the hood thickly on his face, as if there was a deep and colorful mark hidden under every wrinkle.
"It seems to be Dennis's."
"That's the Ninth Street ceremony."
The bishop held the crystal with his hand and asked calmly: "Is it Dennis? Please reply if you hear it."
The crystal was silent for a moment.
Then it lit up slightly, and a voice came from above.
"I heard that, but I'm not Dennis."
The bishop was almost stunned for a moment.
Everyone at the scene was silent for a moment.
Then the former said angrily: "I don't care who you are, just ask Dennis to talk to me immediately."
"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult." The voice from the crystal replied with some embarrassment.
"What's the problem? Where is he?"
There was a sound of rummaging from the other side of the crystal, and then he replied: "That's right, I don't know that the corpse at my feet is the person you are talking about. How about I send them here and you guys come one by one?"
How do you recognize it?"
The bishop held the communication crystal in his hand, and you could almost hear the drop of a pin.
"You...who are you?"
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself," the voice on the crystal replied: "My name is Brando. It doesn't matter whether you recognize me or not, but you'd better wash your neck and wait for me to kill you."
Snap.
The crystal fell to the ground.
Under the eyes of everyone looking at each other, the bishop only felt that there was a ball of anger in his chest that was rapidly gathering and burning. It felt as if he had just gained unmatched power. Even the empire was so powerful that even the empire dared not wipe its edge.
, had to bow down in front of him, but a group of clowns jumped out to try the knife.
He didn't pay attention to the other party's name at all, and only subconsciously thought that they were just a group of imperial aristocratic children who were eager to perform meritorious deeds and wanted to show themselves in front of Her Majesty the Queen.
He couldn't help but laugh angrily: "These people really want to be famous and want to go crazy, okay, I'll just clean my neck and see how they come to kill me."
But it's a pity that this group of crazy lunatics seemed to have only taken it as a joke and had no real intention to kill him.
However, what they did next made the bishop feel even more uncomfortable than being killed.
Under the gaze of everyone present, within less than a quarter of an hour, the communication crystal on the ground lit up one after another, and every time it lit up, a strange voice announced the door.
Then tell them: "Dear Sir, your men unfortunately died in my hands, but I assure you, there will definitely be a next time."
The bishop's face went from red with anger to green with anger. However, after a few times, the faces of everyone present began to turn from black to white.
Because they discovered that in less than half an hour, more than seven ritual venues had been attacked. Judging from the reaction on the other side of the crystal, there was absolutely no one left alive.
It wasn't until this moment that the bishop realized that the other party was definitely not some crazy young man.
This was definitely a retaliation organized by some force after it reacted. Unfortunately, the retaliation was so fast and heavy that he almost trembled. He couldn't help but asked tremblingly:
"How many people did we lose?"
In fact, what he was concerned about was how many ritual venues were still in operation. For a moment, he almost thought that the organization's careful planning had failed in his own hands.
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