Spreading, infiltrating, and the demons hidden in the night gradually occupied one key position after another-◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ said Щщшlā

We are united, we have only one belief that we can sacrifice ourselves at all times for the sake of our fellow citizens.

Unlike the close relatives of Skyrim, for various reasons, this new family of blood is no longer scattered in unknown corners, and thanks to Renault's cruel rule, no one dares to afford to betray their companions - the crusaders under Renault will not allow any aliens to exist.

With the same fears and enemies, the newly-born and confused people naturally coalesce, and because of the same confusion and distress, they naturally obey the command of their predecessors.

Mimi peeks out from the corner to peek at the person who has her back to her, her master hasn't been back for a long time, and after eating up the dog food in the basement, she runs out of hunger only to find that the nasty blonde fool and the elie who must have a crush on her and the hateful big fox are gone.

Something must have happened! She had vaguely heard Loria's conversation with the others before, and those badass crusaders had snatched their master away from poor Shoumei!

Who will whip this in the future...... Love and be beautiful!

Without much thought, the loyal Shoumi walked out of the house with a weapon, and later turned back, fastened Caesar to his head with a rope, and instantly felt a great force rushing through his body.

With the protection of the cactus, Shoumei gained great courage, she grunted twice, and went out to avenge Loria (I don't know why, Shoumei's brain made up the setting of Loria's murder).

At this moment, she is hiding behind a short wall and peeping at the enemy, and her plan is simple, sneak up on the man from behind and stun the man, and then move her to a corner to interrogate where the enemy's king is...... As for whether to get knocked out and how to interrogate, it is not a question at all for the powerful Shoumei.

Straightening the cactus ball tied to her head, she jumped off the low wall nimbly, muttering an indefatigable cry like the brave charging warrior heard in the story—she had forgotten about her plan to sneak attack.

Flamon heard someone running behind him, reflexively lowered his body, turned and blocked with his shield. Then he heard a muffled grunt, and suddenly the man who ran over hit his shield...... Fainted.

Well, the speed and reflexes have improved a lot, and that's the only thing to be thankful for...... His eyes widened in disgust, pale. The sun stinged him, a sudden illness changed his life completely, and now he had to risk his life to carry out impossible tasks, and he had to listen to brainwashing sermons from strange people every night...... They call themselves the Light Truth Society or the Brotherhood or something, and in any case they preach a sense of loyalty to Loria Mograini. And the strange thought of loving her unreservedly and dedicating a qiē to her.

Those vampire predecessors were strange people, but he had no other way out, either to be burned at the stake, or to get rid of whomever it was, anyway, it was better to die late than early...... Besides, he'd wanted to take out the damn whistleblowers and pesky pickets for a long time.

Flemon looked down at the stupid man who had attacked him, and was slightly surprised, the beige-haired girl rolled her eyes and fell to the ground in a large font on her back, a strange cloud of plant remains on her head. There were also a few thorns on the door of the head, and small beads of blood were bubbling out.

He thought about it for a moment, this girl didn't look like a fallen crusader (he was used to this new name that distinguished himself from others), but it was safer to kill her for the sake of the mission.

Flamon dragged the fainting Shoumi into a corner, looked around, withdrew his shield, drew his sword from its sheath, and aimed it at her heart.

He looked at the blood beads on Shoumei's forehead and stopped suddenly.

Doru said that the distinction between fellow citizens depends mainly on feeling. He's not very good at this kind of mysterious technique, but since he has no appetite for her blood, he should be a companion, right?

……

Ixis had been away from her master for too long, and the separation between the two worlds had made her weaker and weaker. Now that she has transformed into a human form, she is struggling, and her magic is decreasing, and the day of her return is not far away.

Thankfully, her mission was done, and she cautiously opened the pouch, which contained a small dark red bottle and a tangled clump of pink hair...... It would have been difficult to get enough material from the increasingly savvy little thing, and luckily her captive beige-haired fool had stolen her comb for a few pieces of candy.

Exis laboriously fell to her knees adjusting the portal. There is not much barren magic left, but fortunately you don't need magic to get a few men, just pull your clothes down a little.

She panted to her feet and looked at the glazed-eyed portal guards, who would never let go of their prey, even though it would ruin the whole plan to kill them...... Let the pink-haired imp feel uncomfortable, she doesn't care.

Sharp nails that didn't belong to humans approached the guard's throat, but a lilac magic circle suddenly appeared at her feet.

It is a call from the Master.

……

The X-shaped wooden frame was too small for the burly Herrod, who laughed sarcastically as he watched the ridiculous inquisitor slash his barbed dagger across his horrific scarred body.

Herold's contemptuous laugh angered the Inquisitor, who viciously beat Herold in the abdomen, only to be hurt by the swollen muscles—death, fear, and pain could not help Herold, and the Inquisitor was furious but could do nothing, whips, irons, daggers, and pliers were all useless, and the vital prisoners could not be used by means that might endanger their lives.

The inquisitor paced the room in distress, and the laughter of Herold coming out of his helmet made him agitated, and suddenly it occurred to him that he should take off the madman's helmet and take a look.

When his hands reached for the horned helmet on Herod's head, the fearless latter struggled violently.

"Now, you can sue me. ”

The inquisitor retracted his arm and let out a smirked laugh as he finally found the prisoner's fatal weakness!

After pondering for a moment, Herold finally spoke: "The portal of Aaron Mograine Tongguò has fled to the other side, is it ...... It was Lockhee who helped him. ”

The inquisitor was so happy that he had not even forgotten to take off Herold's horned helmet to get a peek at it, and hurried out to report it, as if he had seen riches, glory, and power beckoning him.

Soon after, the inquisitor returned, and judging by his smug smile, he deserved a lot of good.

In addition to being happy, he did not forget to satisfy his curiosity, and ignored Herod's roar, and he took off the helmet.

"You've crossed the line. ”

In the shock and the pain of being choked by the neck, that was the last word the inquisitor heard. (To be continued.) )