The next morning, the Cathedral of the Holy Court of Taylor, the Council of the Father.

Sitting in the pontifical chair at the top of the long table, his throat played with the candlestick in the shape of a cross in his hand, oblivious to the clergy around him.

"Cardinal Jacob is here!"

A cry of joy seemed to give all the disciples a shot in the arm, and everyone's eyes were cast to the door of the main hall, waiting for the appearance of the principal.

Bishop Jacob, dressed in a red robe of the Holy Rank and looking haggard, walked into the main hall with a team of knights, and saw the throat bone sitting in the Pope's place, visibly stunned for a moment.

"Arise, you heretic, how dare you desecrate the Patriarch's Holy Seat?!"

Several papal knights drew their swords and roared loudly as they attempted to lunge at their throats.

Bishop Jacob, who had a hooked nose, stretched out his hand to stop the knights' movements with a gloomy face, and said coldly to his throat: "Mr. Katiri, you are from the south, and you may not know much about the Holy Rank of the Heavenly Father, and that position belongs to the Pope, and you should not touch it. ”

Laryngeal smiled.

He stood up, patted the dust on the chair with his hand, and said lightly, "I'm sorry, it's the first time I've come to this place, and I really don't understand your 'rules'......"

Jacob breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Throat Bone leave his seat.

Walking up to the cardinal's rank, Jacob bowed his head to his throat bone, signaling that he could sit across from him.

Laryngeal sat down, looked at Jacob's tired face, and asked pretending to be concerned, "Lord Bishop, you don't seem to have rested enough. ”

Jacob laughed dryly, "It's busy. ”

Laryngeal took out a small silver file from his arms, and while slowly trimming his nails, he asked casually: "I heard that the war on the front line is unfavorable?"

Jacob gritted his teeth and said, "Our army has the three advantages of faith, morale, and terrain, so how can the war be unfavorable?"

Throat Bone tapped the small file on the table lightly: "Then how did I hear that there have been routs fleeing back to the city in the past few days? There are even rumors that Hesmond, known as the Lion of the Heavenly Father, also died in battle?"

"Rumors...... It's all rumors. Jacob wiped the fine sweat from his forehead: "It is true that some soldiers have returned to defend Taylor recently, but those are just normal military movements. ”

Larynx looked at Jacob and let out a meaningful oh.

Just when Jacob was nervous, the throat bone suddenly stood up, smiled and said, "In this way, it seems that there is no need for me to come here this time, I should go back and wait for your good news......"

Seeing that the throat bone was about to leave, Jacob hurriedly stood up and shouted, "Wait...... Wait!"

The laryngeal bone turned his head and asked suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

Jacob gasped and said, "Weapons, we need more weapons." ”

"My Bishop, you're not kidding, are you? I've given you all the armaments of an entire Imperial Legion, and you don't think it's enough?"

Jacob's nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and his body trembled slightly from struggle and shame.

"I admit it...... The Father's Divine Army encountered a little bit of ...... when they were fighting against that group of monsters Small setbacks. ”

Jacob's words made the throat bones grin.

Larynx walked back to his seat, lifted his legs up to the table, pointed his file at the other, and said, "At this time, is there any need to conceal and deceive?"

Jacob hung his head, his face cloudy.

Tilting his head and laughing, "We have a common enemy, and only by telling me the truth can I continue to fulfill my obligations as an ally." ”

Jacob sighed heavily: "More than half of the Holy Army has been lost, the establishment of the three major knights no longer exists, and the commander-in-chief, Bromo Hesmond, is missing. The enemy's troops, with more than 20,000 men, have already passed through the forests of the Western Regions, and will be able to attack the city of Taylor as soon as tomorrow morning. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, your soldiers are far outnumbered. ”

"But those are monsters! "But they're monsters!" "Mighty orcs, werewolves who move like the wind, wizards who wield sorcery, and the beasts that only exist in the rumors of horror!"

Jacob grabbed his hair and buried his face in his chest: "I originally thought that what kind of mutation and what kind of monster was just an unknown record in ancient books...... I didn't expect it, I didn't expect everything to be true, it's all true......"

The laryngeal bone stared at everyone present, and almost all the church personnel showed expressions of fear and unease.

Turning his gaze back to Jacob's body, the throat bone spoke, "In addition to those muskets and artillery, I have brought a weapon from the south this time. ”

Jacob looked up, the expression on his face as if a drowning man had seen a life-saving raft.

"Because this weapon is so lethal, it has been banned from use within the Empire......"

Every word that came out of his throat made Jacob's eyes brighten.

"Can it unleash the full power of life, turning an ordinary human into the most terrible weapon of war, do you want to see it?"

Jacob hesitated, "You mean, this weapon will take the user's life?"

"Yes, but it can also take a hundred enemy lives. The throat bone leaned closer to Jacob, revealing an amiable, harmless expression: "Quite a bargain for exchange, isn't it?"

Jacob looked at the clergy in the main hall and asked in a low voice, "Which of you is going to try?"

The clergy of the church looked at each other, and each of them had a look of fear on their faces, and they all stepped back.

Jacob snorted secretly, then glanced at the knight captain behind him.

Soon, the knights of the Church marched forward in a procession, caught ten unlucky ghosts from the crowd, and brought them to Jacob and Throatbone.

Looking at the "volunteer" who was escorted to him, the laryngeal bone took out a handful of strange eggs that looked like black date pits from his arms.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old young church deacon's assistant noticed that something was faintly squirming in the black thing, and quickly shouted in fright: "My lord, please let me go!"

Jacob stood up and cried out angrily, "You are all servants of the Father, and it is the glory of your humble and small life to be able to give everything for God!

The larynx bone, one by one, shoved the eggs into the victims' mouths, and then laughed at them like madmen, desperately picking at their throats and scratching their chests.

There are thousands of knives cutting through the flesh and muscles, and it is a pain that is difficult to describe with pen and ink.

A victim who was convulsing on the ground, let out a heart-rending scream, grabbed the ankle of a knight of the church, and struggled to say, "Please...... Kill me......"

"Let go of your hands......!

Before the knight finished his words, he screamed in horror by the terrifying scene in front of him.

The victim lying on the ground craned his neck, and the bloodshot eyeballs suddenly burst open, and two black parasites as thick as children's arms emerged from their eye sockets, twisting in the air.

Immediately after, his body was like carrion covered with maggots, and countless black parasites bit through the skin and burrowed out of his body.

In the blink of an eye, the ten victims became parasite-infested monsters, like living corpses, unable to speak and think, leaving only the desire for the flesh and blood of the living.

"This is the devil! this is the devil of hell!" the knights cried out in fright, "O Lord Almighty, send down holy signs, and guide our souls!"

Yet, in the midst of the Father's temple, the prayers of the knights were lost in stone, and no miracles took place.

Faced with the approaching undead monsters, one of the knights finally mustered up the courage to swing his long sword and slash at the enemy in front of him.

With a dull bone-breaking sound, the knight's sword slashed deep into the monster's head.

After only a moment of joy, the hope in the knight's eyes was fleeting, and the monster that broke the head struck down the former, like a tide of parasites, instantly drowning the other party.

Amid the shrill gnawing and screaming of flesh, the remaining knights began to retreat.

A knight with a flail swings his weapon at the monster's chest, hoping to distance the two.

The black parasite was splashed around by the huge thump, and some juice and debris splashed on the attacker's face. The knight wiped it casually with the back of his hand, but was shocked to find that these black parasite fragments actually burrowed into his eyeballs from the corners of his eyes.

A black egg, the size of a grain of rice, kept wandering through the knight's eyeballs, growing to the size of a tadpole in a matter of seconds, and after a few seconds, the parasite burrowed directly into his brain.

Dropping the flail in his hand, the knight knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, screaming in pain, blood pouring from the corners of his mouth and nose.

Soon, a black adult worm emerged from the crack in the helmet, marking that the victim had completely turned into an undead monster.

The battle ...... The massacre lasted only three minutes.

The entire Temple of the Heavenly Father was full of blood and black worms.

Bishop Jacob, the sole survivor, sat on the ground, his lower body already soaked with urine.

He looked at the hellish scene in front of him, and the whole person was already frightened and incoherent.

The laryngeal bone slowly walked in front of him, squatted down and said with a smile: "My lord, are you satisfied?"

"Devil, black devil!" Jacob cried hysterically, covering his eyes with his hands, "Stay away from me!

Throat shrugged and said, "Open your eyes and see, you're safe." ”

Jacob trembled and looked ahead, the undead monsters roaming the hall, like headless flies that had lost their target, were wandering around, showing no desire to attack.

"Although this weapon is dangerous, there are also ways to control it, as long as you don't mess around, everything will be safe." ”

The pale Jacob shook his head and exclaimed, "This is not a weapon at all! This is a curse! It is a plague! It is the greatest blasphemy against the Lord!"

Throat Bone smiled and said, "When the sun rises tomorrow, the army under the command of that Holy King will occupy this Heavenly Father's courtyard at our feet. At that time, the God you believe in will be defined as heretical, everything about Him will be erased, and His name will be swept into the corners of history and forgotten forever. ”

Jacob was stunned.

Thinking of the enemy army that will arrive tomorrow, his heart was shaken a little.

The laryngeal bone patted Jacob's face and motioned for him to look ahead: "See the chair that belongs to the Pope?"

Jacob nodded mechanically.

"Soon, that chair will belong to the king you hate the most......" The voice of the larynx was as sharp as coming from hell: "He will release all the prisoners you have held before and overturn all the laws you have ever made." When that day comes, what do you think will happen to you?"

Jacob's body stiffened, and his pupils were filled with horror as he foresaw the tragic fate ahead.

After a long while, Jacob spoke slowly in a dry, hoarse voice: "Whether it is a sword or a bow and arrow, as long as it destroys evil, it is a weapon of justice given by God. ”