"The day when King Arthur came to power alone was the day when the Holy Land came to an end, and only by giving the clergy the right and status to compete with the royal family could the tragedy be avoided......"

- Elizabeth

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"Let go! I have a girlfriend! Frey struggled. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh?" The eldest blonde nun smiled meaningfully when she heard Frey's words.

Suddenly, he let go of Frey's hand that was pressed to the ground, stood up, and walked out the door with a smile.

"Huh? This? Frey, who was lying on the ground, did not recover for a moment.

I looked like I was going to eat myself before, but now why did I suddenly leave like this?

The action of leaving was not at all muddy, as if there was no interest in Frey in the first place.

Frey sat up and straightened his collar that had been torn open, and in the face of the result of being pushed "failed" by the royal sister, he actually had a little regret in his heart.

But she followed the blonde nun back to the platform at the top of the tower.

"Teresa." The blonde nun barked at the dog sister, who was looking around for something.

"Sister Alice?" Sister Canine turned her head and trotted into the arms of the blonde nun, hugging Alice tightly.

"Sister...... Sister? Frey's face turned red at once, and the whole person entered a state of confusion.

The two of them had long eyelashes and brown pupils, and they appeared in Frey's eyes at the same time, and they really looked a little similar.

It's just that Alice's long blonde hair and Sister Canine's long black hair are really a bit different.

"Sister, did you see Frey?" Even though Sister Dog was in Alice's arms, her face was still full of anxiety.

"Don't worry, I just met your little Frey at the top of the stairs."

Sister Dog turned her head to the staircase, and sure enough, she saw Frey, who was a little overwhelmed, standing at the staircase.

"Frey!" Sister Dog threw herself into Frey's arms again.

"Ahh......h

"Oops." Facing Alice with a smile and slowly approaching, a cold sweat broke out on Frey's head.

I used to watch Alice's thighs swallow saliva, I used to hold Alice's thighs and my hands trembled, and I was short of breath by Alice's panting......

But contrary to Frey's expectations, Alice only stroked Sister Dog's head, "Teresa, this kid seems to be quite reliable, let's live with him in the future, if he dares to be sorry for you, my sister will not let him go." ”

"Well, Frey won't." Sister Dog's hand holding Frey tightened a little tighter.

Alice sighed when she saw Sister Canine's look of locking up Frey, and finally waved her hand at Frey, smiled, and turned away.

As soon as Alice walked on her front feet, the dog sister immediately revealed her true form, her mouth pursed slightly, and one hand clenched her small fist, which kept pounding on Frey's chest.

"Next time you dare to leave me, I'm really going to be angry!"

"Isn't that already angry? And then there's that kind of emergency......"

"I don't care! I don't care! I don't care......" Sister Inu's little head shook like a rattle, and her long single ponytail was also flung and swayed from side to side.

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As the sky began to light up, there was a long silence, and the zombies and skeletons gathered under the tower also left one by one, all of them shaking their heads towards the outer walls of Fortress X, where huge cannon shots and fine gunfire were constantly heard.

Sister Dog's head rested on Frey's shoulder, and the two sat on the ground, and not far from the ground beside them was the severed wings of a fierce beast, and a few stains of bright red blood.

After this period of time, the number of survivors on the tower was a little smaller than before, and from time to time the fierce beasts that attacked in three or two, although they did not pose a big threat, still exhausted everyone, one or two were either sitting on the ground or leaning against the wall, their eyes were bloodshot, and their spirits were tense and exhausted.

Only a few of the leaders of the corps were still watching the battle on the city walls in the distance.

Frey looked around, his hands on his head trembling, vomiting all the time, crying, everything, seeing that Frey felt a little depressed in his heart.

"Enough crying! Cry again, believe it or not, I'll throw you down and feed the zombies! Olaf looked at the fortress that was constantly being attacked in the distance, and was really annoyed by the new recruits in the uniforms of the city guards, crying tears and snot on their faces.

"Captain Anna doesn't want these waste soft eggs, and it's right, crying and crying over a trivial matter, and destroying the morale of the whole team......" Olaf muttered again.

And when the recruits of the city guard were yelled at by the fierce Olaf, they were so frightened that they put back their tears and did not dare to say anything more.

"If you survive this time, will it really be commonplace to face monsters after you go to the Crusaders?"

Frey raised his head, a little worried, but looking at the blue sky and white clouds above his head, the image of the two of them lying on the grass and quietly watching the sky before came to Frey's mind.

"Eh, I can't help it......" Frey sighed again.

Gatsby on the side looked at the zombies that were still swaying at the bottom of the tower.

The hand stretched out from the pile of stained glass was particularly eye-catching, and the stiff and crooked hand still clutched the silver cross in his hand, and the blood stains on the cross had turned dark red over time.

"The closest place to God?" Gatsby said this as if asking himself.

Towers, churches, and other Gothic buildings all have a common feature: when they are erected high, they are about to insert into the spires of the sky.

It is said that in this way, we can get closer to God and allow the voice of the supplicant to reach God's ears.

But Gatsby's look at the tragic situation under the tower, the broken limbs and flesh everywhere, even the organs that have been dug up, and the zombies shaking their heads, are not so much the sacred place closest to God, but the gates of hell next to the demons.

"Does God Really Exist?" Gatsby, who had worshiped gods since he was a child, questioned the existence of gods for the first time.

But soon shook his head again.

While the evidence of the possession of the possession of divine power born at random points to atheism, King Arthur, who claims to be the son of God, has another, more irrefutable evidence.

That is, the descendants who are related to King Arthur by blood are all possessors of divine power, that is, apostles of God, and King Arthur can also give ordinary people divine power through rituals, if God does not exist, King Arthur is not a son of God, and it is impossible to do this thing - give divine power to ordinary people.

The silver-haired paladin on the side was not as idle as Gatsby, pressing the earphone on his right ear with his fingers and shouting constantly, completely lacking the demeanor of a knight.

"What the hell! The witches have already appeared, and what a bullshit deployment meeting! Send someone to the rescue! Now on the tower of the training corps, there are still hundreds of survivors! You pigs of the Priesthood! Can you decide quickly! ”

However, there are only a few dozen real survivors left above the tower.

"I have received your request, this incident is not an ordinary witch awakening event, now the councilors of the priesthood are in a heated discussion, there is a high possibility of sending a strategic air ship to rescue, please wait patiently......" A female voice with a straight voice read like a manuscript.

"What bullshit! Don't talk about these things anymore, save or not! I just need one result! The silver-haired paladin scolded again.

But before he finished scolding, the other end had already hung up, and the sound of "doodoo ......" came.

"These goddamn pigs!" The silver-haired paladin couldn't bear it anymore, so he directly buckled the earphone in his right ear and smashed it on the ground.

In the splendid conference room of the royal capital, nine high priests were sitting around a round table.

Behind several people, there were people standing with entourage, serving tea, pouring water, wiping their mouths, and holding red wine in their hands......

Even the high priest was in charge of moving the chair back before he sat down, and there was a person who was in charge of it.

All of them are young and beautiful women with long legs and big breasts.

"Is it really necessary to send strategic air ships to the rescue?

Even if you start from the royal capital at full speed, it will take at least one day to reach Fortress X.

During this period of time, monsters swallow each other and evolve, and they may be able to pose a threat to strategic air ships.

Fortress Z has already lost one plane before, and if you lose another one this time, you will have to worry about your superior life.

In recent years, Arthur's guy has continued to weaken the power and status of suppressing the Priesthood, and if something happens again this time, I am afraid it will be impossible to let go of this opportunity. A fat high priest with a fork in his left hand and a knife in his right hand was slicing foie gras stained with burgundy sauce in front of him.

Put it in your mouth, the 35-degree foie gras melts in your mouth, like a girl's wet kiss, which makes the fat high priest's eyes squint slightly, shake his head left and right slightly, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"But if you don't send it, can't that guy Arthur also be charged with not being saved?

In that case, it will even cause dissatisfaction among the general public, and if public opinion is also on the side of the royal family, our good days will not be long. A tall female high priest shook the goblet in her hand and watched as the red wine in the glass did not fall layer by layer, and then smiled and took a sip.

"My High Priest Elizabeth, what do you say you should do?"

"Of course it should be dispatched, just dock near Fortress X and carry out a covering attack with naval guns, ignore the hundreds of survivors, and announce to everyone that they are all sacrificed when the time comes."

The middle-aged woman named Elizabeth did not hesitate at all, and she was more interested in guessing the age of the red wine in the glass than the life or death of the "hundreds" of survivors.