"I'm back."

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

The cardinal, who was sitting on the altar, whispered to his nephew Fuersky, who came in a hurry and knelt down on one knee, "Why did you make such a mess?" ”

"Your Excellency, we have been defeated in the East." Fuersky lowered his head in shame, not daring to look at his uncle sitting on the altar.

"Oriental?" Cardinal Omar was lost in thought, and two golden rays of light shot out from his blue eyes, and the golden light suddenly bombarded the milky white wall next to him, and a huge hole appeared in the wall with a bang.

This made Fowles, who was kneeling on one knee, tremble constantly, and it seemed that his uncle was really angry this time, and this head was about to be buried in his crotch.

"Oriental...... Far East, is the tragedy of the past about to be staged again? Omar's faint voice was like that of a ghost wandering in the world, and he suddenly shouted, "Look at me." ”

Fowles was frightened by this, his body trembled, and he raised his head tremblingly, only to see Omar's blue eyes shining with coldness, which made his heart beat even faster, and secretly said in his heart, can't he punish himself?

It would be a real problem to be locked up in a facility that was the forerunner of the Religious Punishment Department, which was truly macabre and notorious.

Where were those heretics punished by burning at the stake back then, although it has been improved over the years and is not allowed to use polarity, but now if you go in, it will be strange for those old men who have been locked up for an unknown number of years, and they will not swallow themselves when they see this handsome young man with red lips and white teeth go in.

"Tell me whose hands you have fallen." Omar seemed to calm down, and actually looked at his nephew with a smile, and his voice became extremely soft.

The more he did this, the more uneasy Fowles's heart became, he had grown up with his uncle, and had seen so many things where he laughed and stabbed other people's hearts, his uncle was a notoriously sweet-bellied sword-bellied smiling tiger.

"It's a young man from China, he killed the Grand Master by himself, and he also killed several Templars, and the other knights had no way to compete with him because he had knocked them off their horses." Fowles told about the battle he had with Zhou Chen and Xuanyuan Jiwu that night.

"Hehe, interesting." Omar stood up from the altar with a smile, slowly walked in front of Fowles, stretched out his hand to help him up, and said: "That Huaxia man, since you can defeat our Grand Master, then this matter is not your business, if someone asks, you say that you told the Pope beforehand about the power of this person, and he finally gave a strict order for you to go, do you know?" ”

Fowles's heart was put back in his stomach, it seems that his uncle is not going to punish himself, he has known his uncle's desire to be a pope since he was a child, but he didn't expect that he would actually want to make a fuss about this, although he didn't like this kind of conspiracy, but he also knew that if his uncle sat on the pope.

If one day my uncle dies, then all of his forces will definitely lean on him, and even maybe the next pope will be himself.

"What are you thinking?"

"Ah...... Nothing, I just wondered, if the knights who came back with me told the story, what would be good to the uncle? Fowles' change of heart was to see how Omar had treated him, for Omar had never allowed him to call him uncle when he was in church.

"You take this." Omar-'s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, almost fleeting, and he took out a white porcelain object from his pocket and handed it to Fowles, and whispered, "When the time comes, you invite them to dinner, and give me the food in it." ”

Fowles shuddered, the hand holding the porcelain vase trembled, he forced himself to calm down, and said, "I know." ”

"Well, let's go play."

"Yes."

Fowles bowed his head, his uncle was capricious, he always treated him like a playful child, and he was the kind of person who never asked his feelings to do anything, and if you dared to disobey him, then wait for him to clean you up.

He told you to play, and that was to you going to get ready to get rid of all those people for me.

When Falls left the bishop's hall, he went to the temple hospital, and when he saw that the knights who had fled with him were all sitting on their chairs outside in despair, they saw Falls coming, and none of them looked up, and at last Falls broke the silence between them, and said, "What are you all sitting here?" ”

Still no one made a sound, which made Fowles's face tremble, and his hand involuntarily touched the bottle of poison given by his uncle in his pocket, he took a deep breath and said, "Since everyone doesn't speak, then I'll go first." ”

"Stop!" A knight who had taken off his armor stood up from his chair at once, and as soon as he stood up, several other people also stood up and fanned towards Fowles, their eyes full of hatred.

"What are you doing here?" Fowles stepped back, his right hand touching the hilt of the sword at his waist, and one of the knights asked coldly, "Fowles, shouldn't you give us an explanation?" ”

"Confess? What's the explanation? Fowles was really confused by his question, and let himself give them an explanation, could it be that what his uncle just told him, they already knew?

"Hmph, our Grand Master, didn't you bewitch you?" The knight grabbed a knight behind him and handed him a sword, he pointed the tip of the sword at Falls, and said, "Now that our Grand Master is dead, and so many brothers have died, you must give us an explanation for this matter, if not, don't blame us for being unkind to you." ”

"Can't you do it here?" Fowles's face was ugly, he still couldn't bear these people, but now looking at these people's appearances, it seems that he wants to eat himself alive.

"Kill!" The man shouted, and the knife in his hand stabbed at Fowles, and Fowles also pulled out his sword with a sonorous sound, blocking the sword that was stabbing at him, and kicked heavily on the man's chest, and several other people also stabbed at Fowles with the sword in their hands.

Taking a few steps back, dodging the stabbing swords of these people, he was curious now, didn't they know that the use of force by this temple hospital was undoubtedly killing themselves? This is a very strict rule, and the life and death of these people is also in the hands of the criminal bishop.

And this criminal bishop, who is his uncle, didn't he hit the knife on the edge? Omar was really going to kill them all, and now these guys are doing it to themselves in this place, I don't know if I should be glad for myself or sorry for them?

The big sword slashed horizontally, and a sword slashed at the neck of a person who rushed up, and a blood mist suddenly erupted from the neck of the sword, and the whole person was kicked to the ground by Fowles.

"Poof...... Ah......h

"Give it all to me!"

"If you want to die, then don't blame me for being rude."

Fowles made a lot of killing moves, and when he was holding his sword and panting there continuously, his body was already stained with blood, as if he were the bloodthirsty Shura.

When!

At the top of the stairs, a female nurse with a stainless steel tray saw the blood-stained corridor and the corpses lying on the ground, her hands trembled and the stainless steel tray fell to the ground at once, and the pliers and tweezers in it were scattered all over the ground, hugged her head and screamed and turned around and went downstairs, and kept shouting in her mouth: "Oh no, it's ...... murder."

"Haha......" Fowles got up from the ground, wiped the sword in his hand on his body, inserted it into the scabbard at his waist, looked at the knight who had been killed on the ground, laughed loudly, and went downstairs.

When he came downstairs, a large group of silver shields with swords neatly lined up in front of him, saw Fowles's blood-stained robes come out, and the military formation flashed a path, and an old man wearing red clothes and a chicken-tailed hat with a power battle in his hand walked out of it, and shouted at Fowles, "Are you guilty? ”

"Archbishop, if they kill me, don't you allow me to kill them?" Fowles stared at Archbishop Marsa without fear, his sword in his hand.

"What evidence do you have that those people are going to kill you?" Marsa has a big personal vendetta with Fowl's uncle, Omar, and now that your nephew is killing someone in the Temple Hospital, he thinks this is the perfect opportunity to crush Omar.

"Haha, archbishop, you can completely tune in to the surveillance video in the corridor for this matter, do you want me to teach you something?" Fowles scoffed.

"You ......" Marsa trembled angrily, and he pointed at Fowles, and said loudly to the knights behind him, "Take it for me." ”

Those knights got the archbishop's order, and those knights with shields began to advance forward, and Fox drew his sword in his hand with a sonorous sound, and sneered: "Am I still afraid that you will not succeed?" ”

"Kill me, kill me!" Mars had already gotten the news just now, and he had forgotten that there was surveillance in this corridor, and it was simply clear who would do it first.

"Stop!" A roar came from a distance, and a golden knight on a horse rushed towards this direction, and the knights who had wanted to kill Fowles stopped.

There are rules in this temple, that is, except for the knights under the direct command of the Pope, who can wear gold armor, everyone else has to wear silver armor, and the arrival of this golden knight is obviously sent by the Pope.

The Golden Knight dismounted, and after clasping his fists at the archbishop, he said: "Archbishop Marsa, the Pope has an order, and Force will interrogate him personally." ”

"This ......" Marsa was a little embarrassed, if this man came into the hands of the Pope, then his plan would be completely aborted, maybe now this Fowles's uncle Omar has said a lot about his own mistakes on the Pope's side.

"Why Archbishop Marsa, do you dare to disobey the Pope's orders?" The Golden Knight grabbed the hilt of his sword at his waist with his hand, and stared at Marsa with nails in his eyes.

"How dare I, I'll leave this man to you, the knight." After Marsa finished speaking, he turned around and retreated to the middle of the group, and with a wave of his hand, he said very unwillingly: "Let's withdraw!" ”

Crash~~

The silver knights retreated like a tidal wave.