The sky, dusk, and flowing clouds are burning like fire.

Churches, autumn killing, sycamores flying dead leaves.

On the church square, the knights stationed at this fortress wore armor and horses, listened to the name of bells and drums, and gathered together to slaughter the hall.

These papal knights are no longer as imposing as they were half a month ago, and now, their bodies are covered with the rotten flesh of the undead and the blood of the infidels, and the armor under the sunset shimmers with a cold metallic luster.

Flying on a tall horse, dressed in the golden armor of the Holy Leader, stood in front of the Knights.

The horses raised their hooves, and in the dark blue eyes of Phyllis, looking at the majestic knights in the square, there was a kind of hideous fanaticism that gradually rose.

Those of the Knights who had been wrong, who were more powerful than him, who had bullied him, had now surrendered to the holy sword in his hand and cast awe-inspiring glances at him.

That's what power tastes like!

It's a mesmerizing taste, the only remaining sanity, kindness, drowning in the thrill of power!

He was only twenty-eight years old, and now he held the power of a knight order, and his family would feel supreme glory for him, and the world would admire and revere his armor, and countless women would admire him in the future.

The Bishop is right, all these things are given by God, and those who slander and slander God are demons, their enemies, and the mercy given by God cannot be done to them.

He's right.

"Let's go!"

Phyllis raised the holy sword representing the Knights, shouted loudly, and then raised his horse in high spirits.

Under the setting sun, the sound of horses' hooves of "staring and kicking" was raised, rolling up the dust all the way.

Mighty, hundreds of knights, galloping horses, slaughtering, under the awe-inspiring gaze of the people in the town, facing the distant fire clouds outside the town, all the way away.

The fire burns the clouds, red as blood, empty and vast, and poured out for thousands of miles.

And in the church, the white-bearded cardinal had a smile on his face.

"Felis, don't let me down, now that there is an undercurrent in the Holy See, I need more achievements to keep my position, those powerful Eastern cultivators are a good judge, and it should be very lively when the time comes. ”

He chuckled and disappeared into thin air.

............

Phyllis "mutinied" and brought the Holy See Knights directly to the house, and in the Mid-Levels Manor, a hundred miles away, Hatsune and the others were ready to wait for the night to come, leave the country, and return to the East.

This land has fallen into the chaos of divine power, and if it stays any longer, it may affect it, which is very risky.

Moreover, I have gained a lot from this trip, seeing the turmoil in the West, the war of the undead, the rise of theocracy, the cultivation of cultivation..... and the friendship of Western cultivators.

Just like in the manor at this moment, Ikavan, the granddaughter of the old man Roma, the blonde beauty enthusiastically gave the senior brother Cheng a milking hug and a hot red lip print on the side of his face.

Ivanka said it was a parting gift for Westerners.

Senior Brother Cheng could only weakly accept the etiquette of this blonde hot beauty, like a little chicken, which made people laugh.

"Beautiful Miss Ikavan, what about us?"

Because of the imminent parting, the atmosphere was a little reluctant, and everyone replaced this reluctance with laughter.

Roma's grandchildren have been with them for almost half a month, in addition to the arrogance of Roma, the old man, who has the arrogance of a great magician, his granddaughter Ivanka is hot and lively, at first a group of oriental cultivators who have always been restrained and reserved are quite unaccustomed to the style of this western blonde beauty, but then they gradually become familiar with it, and they can handle it a little.

A few of the remaining Eastern cultivators made a joke and wanted to hug.

But when Ikavan really hugged him, these people who were uncles and grandfathers at this age just hugged lightly and knew how to be polite.

When Ikawan finished hugging Yuying and was about to hug Hatsune, the old man Rom, who had been standing on the side, spoke.

"Ikavan, you go away, it's my turn. ”

As he spoke, he walked up to Hatsune with a smile, opened his arms, and said:

"Oh, beautiful Shiro, let's give you a hug at parting. ”

"Uncle Roma, you have always carried out discriminatory treatment to the end. Yuying couldn't help but roll her eyes and laugh next to her.

Others shook their heads as well.

Hatsune also smiled and said to the old man Roma with open arms:

"Senior Roma, since you have said goodbye to us with Western etiquette, let's use Eastern etiquette to say goodbye. ”

Then, Hatsune taught Old Man Roma a fist salute.

The old man learned well.

The sunset is about to be late, the red light is shining, and the parting has arrived, and several people in Kyushu have packed their bags and hugged their fists to say goodbye to Roma's grandfather and grandson.

Rom's grandson also returned the salute with a fist.

Although the appearance is a little clumsy, it does show a bit of reluctance.

"Miss Bai, I almost forgot, when I go to Kyushu in the future, you have to take me to see your master, from your mouth, I know that he is a powerful person. ”

Old man Roma said solemnly.

"Good. Hatsune chuckled and nodded.

"Goodbye. ”

"See you soon. ”

A few people said goodbye, and several people in Kyushu turned around.

As soon as he took a few steps, the sound of horses' hooves rumbling down the mountain in the distance.

Several people were stunned, glanced at each other, and then quickly clicked their feet and went to the side of the mountain to take a look.

At the foot of the mountain, in the distance, is a deserted Gobi, and the outline of the fortress of the dead can be faintly seen in the distance.

The sunset is bloody, the fire clouds are red, the Gobi in the distance, the desert is lonely, a line of dust and sand rolls, flying sand.

Hatsune's faces were solemn, and he looked at the past, and among the dust flying in the distance, a team of iron horsemen rolled yellow sand, heading straight for this low mountain, and the sound came far away in the empty Gobi.

The scale armor shimmered with a cold light under the broken gold of the remnant sun.

"It's not good, it's the papal knights, there are estimated to be hundreds, and they should be coming towards us. ”

Just when everyone was suspicious, Old Man Rohm's eyes were extremely sharp, and he let out a deep cry, interrupting their thoughts.

When several people in Kyushu heard this, their faces changed greatly.

"Does the Holy See want to attack us, and how could they find us in such a timely manner?"

Senior Brother Cheng's face sank, his eyes flickered wildly, as if he was looking for reasons and countermeasures.

"We didn't offend the Holy See group of madmen, they wanted to kill people and kill madmen. ”

Someone shouted.

"Don't talk about that just yet, whether it's coming at us or not, we've got to leave right away. ”

Old man Röm drank it, and then he muttered in his mouth, his lips moving slightly at an extremely fast speed, and a small and obscure incantation sound came out.

Suddenly, the wind rose.

Several people only felt a fresh breeze swirling under their feet, and then passed from bottom to top.

A gust of wind lifted their bodies up, suspending them lightly in the air.

"Let's go!"

Röm cast the magic of the wind, which only a great mage can comprehend, and with a soft snort, his body glowed blue, and he was ready to fly away with several people.

However, he had just taken a few people to fly more than ten meters, and suddenly felt that the power of the wind in the dark seemed to be suddenly imprisoned, and he couldn't pull it.

This kind of thing had never happened to Old Man Rom, and his wind magic was interrupted, and when he yelled badly, everyone fell from the sky.

Fortunately, the flight was not high, and everyone was a congenital master, forcibly borrowing strength in the air and landing steadily, but they were a little embarrassed by this unprepared hand.

Before everyone knew what was going on, a cyan air mass appeared out of thin air in the air, rolling up a violent wind.

"It's the power of the wind!"

The archmage Rom sensed it and was shocked.

Everyone looked up in amazement, and the cyan air mass turned into a figure, wearing a red robe.

The crowd changed color.

is a cardinal of the Holy See.