After controlling the situation, Zheng Dong did not rush to set off, used Jacques's identity to control the external situation, returned to the management office, and the bearded man and others returned one after another after disposing of the bodies of Edmund and the former head of the regiment.

"What's your name, please?" Zheng Dong asked the bearded man, after Edmund's death, among the paladins, there were only five people including the bearded man who were worthy of his trust.

"Grand Master, I'm Joachan, a retired sergeant of the 2nd Company of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Foreign Infantry Regiment of France." The bearded man stood up in front of Zheng Dong and gave a standard military salute.

"You are now the commander of the First Templar Regiment, and the task given to you is to stay here, and the other four of you will also stay behind to assist Joachan, responsible for coordinating with the military and police outside, and at the same time liaise with the red-robed archbishop to allocate military supplies."

"Yes, Grand Master." After the bearded man finished speaking, his attitude was a little twisted, and he stopped talking.

"Questions?"

"I want to accompany the Grand Master in." Ruo Ashan stood up again and said.

"I have a hunch that there is a big fight." Zheng Dong glanced into the depths of the dark tomb, and then said: "This is the best place for Mostima to use the Third Hell Legion, what I need is strong support, the red-robed archbishop promised to recruit three regiments for me, and then come in when your regiment is full." ”

"Yes, Grand Master, I understand, I will do my job well, so that I only need a communications soldier and an external coordinator, the three of us can stay here, you can bring two more people in." The bearded Ruo Ashan suggested.

"Okay, everyone check your equipment, flashlights, gas masks, and ammunition, and from today onwards, we will restore the title of Templar, each of you is an example of a warrior, and take practical actions to prove that you are worthy of the title of Templars, faith, honor, and survival!"

Thirty knights stood beside the motorcycle, solemnly and solemnly listening to Zheng Dong's words, one of the knights stood up excitedly, "Grand Master, I agree to stand for faith and honor, and the last word I think should not be survival, but fighting to the death, this is the destination of faith and honor." ”

Once morale is stimulated, it is often fanatic, fanaticism can multiply the combat effectiveness of a warrior, but it is also the fastest way to consume combat effectiveness, these thirty people, can not withstand consumption, Zheng Dong's goal is very clear, that is, to inspire everyone to have both fanatical courage to fight, and a cool mind to protect themselves.

"We have to learn to survive the battle, so that we can kill and wound more enemies, not to encourage deserters, if one of you can't adapt to the battle and abandon your comrades around you to run away alone, then you are giving up your faith and honor, giving up the title of Templar, and your comrades and I will despise you for the rest of your life."

"Grand Master, to put it well, we are willing to fight for faith, honor, and survival." The knight had figured it out and said impassionedly.

"Faith, honor, survival!" A knight shouted loudly, followed by a chorus of all the knights present.

"Let's go." Zheng Dong debugged the mobile phone into navigation mode, placed it on the motorcycle, and started the engine.

The thirty motorcycles behind also started at the same time, and the roar of the engines was like countless rolling thunder rolling in this limited space, which could explode at any time.

"Hum", "Hum", ---------- "Woo", ------, Zheng Dong's motorcycle rushed out first, and the one behind followed closely.

The speed of the car can not be driven too fast, the grave road is narrow, the more you go inside, the piling of bones is no longer regular, no one takes care of it, the gravel and bones on the road gradually increase, and there are even large pieces of gravel in the middle of the road, in order to avoid danger, the speed naturally slows down. The thirty-one commando team, battle-hardened and well-trained, left no one behind before reaching their destination, remained silent as they marched, only the roar of motorcycles echoed in the tombway.

Two hours later, when they were about three kilometers away from the target, Zheng Dong chose to stop in an open field, selected a knight with the highest rank and the most experience in his service from the ranks, and temporarily appointed him as a deputy commando leader, and asked them to wait for him to return there.

Zheng Dong flashed forward alone, approaching the target area, and in the depths of the darkness, he saw a fiery red light, accompanied by a clanging knocking sound, a bit like a blacksmith striking iron.

Continue to move forward, this jingle sound is more and more chaotic, and when you get to the exit, it is an incomparably wide huge space, a road that extends out of the tomb road, coiled with a huge stone pillar, leading to a small square with a drop of more than 50 meters, the small square is a cliff on one side, and the orange-red magma is churning in the depths, and the light comes from these boiling magma, and the opposite side is also a platform, and the platform is densely packed with human figures.

No, it's a humanoid ghoul! There were also humanoid creatures flapping their fleshy wings, numbering in the dozens, flying around, beautiful in appearance, gray-complexioned, naked, and with all the feminine features.

The ghouls near the edge of the platform were pounding on the nails, they were fastening a long chain, there were four of them, several banshees with flapping wings were trying to pull up one end of the chain together, and a few banshees were carrying a few ghouls to the side of the small square, they jumped down from the banshee, one holding a huge iron nail, the other picked up a sledgehammer and began to fix the iron nail.

They're going to build a bridge, and Mostima is going to use a third chance! On the opposite side is the Hell Legion, seeing this number, Zheng Dong and their side have no chance of winning, but if they are left alone, when the chain bridge is built, it will be the time when the Hell Legion crosses the border.

Zheng Dong took a picture of this with his mobile phone, and in the process of shooting, a person with huge black wings flew from the opposite bank and landed smoothly on the small square, with wings opened, one left and one right, two people appeared, Zheng Dong saw it clearly, and he didn't experience the feeling of a violent heartbeat for a long time, and his breathing became rapid.

Master Joshua seemed to be seriously injured, his eyes were hollow, and the other person was Mu Yun'er, who he had been thinking about for a long time, she stood there quietly, wearing a black dress, slim and elegant, a twisted braid drooping to the waist, a white porcelain-like complexion, a beautiful and narrow face, a wisp of bangs could not cover the two curved crescent eyebrows, a nose as high as agar, and two pools of autumn water without the vividness of Gu Pan. In Zheng Dong's eyes, only the poem "There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent" can match Mu Yun'er in her heart.

Mostima gathered his black wings, pointed to a wall in the small square, and said, "You can start summoning, remember, if you can't do it, I'll kill this girl at once!" ”

Zheng Dong restrained the impulse to explode, Mostima actually threatened Master with Mu Yun'er's life, going out now is equivalent to hitting a stone with an egg, at least Master and Mu Yun'er are still alive, what he has to do is to see the right time and rescue the two of them.

Joshua, who was being coerced, walked to the foot of the wall, weeping and pounding the wall while chanting incantations at the same time. There is a statue of a knight with a sword on the wall, waiting for him to finish chanting. A puff of white smoke drifted out of the stone wall, gradually condensing into the image of an old man in a robe.

"Who is it, who summoned my remnant soul out, and finally about to be freed, and after completing this mission, I can go."

"It's me, one of the Lords of Hell, Mostima, that your sins will come to us to be punished after all, and if I ask anything, you will answer me happily, and I will make you suffer less after you go to hell."

"Okay, you say."

"Are you Jacques de Molay, the last Grand Master of the Knights Templar?"

"Yes."

"Where is the Holy Grail hidden?"

"Are you interested in the Holy Grail? Oh, unfortunately I haven't seen it either, but I can give you some clues, one day, he will lead the Templar Heroic Spirit back to Paris, and the hypocritical and treacherous king will denounce the hypocritical and treacherous king, and the sword in his hand will defend our faith, and it will open the way to the revival of our great cause. ”

This sentence is exactly what Zheng Dong read on the wall of the tower, but he only said the second half, for this second half of the sentence, Zheng Dong still has some incomprehension, the original Pope Clement V, who was related to his tragedy, died of a violent illness after a month of burning the Grand Master at the stake, and King Philip IV died suddenly while hunting half a year later, fulfilling the Grand Master's curse that the two of them would die within a year.

"The king and the puppet emperor you said died within half a year of your death, can you still lead your dead comrades back to Paris? I asked for the Holy Grail clues, don't talk this nonsense. ”

"Of course it's not me, I'm trapped here to fulfill a mission, the day I was put on the fire, I begged the Lord to take me away, and the Lord appeared and said to me, when I am awakened, that person will definitely hear, so you don't have to force me, I will tell the truth."

"Maybe I'm the one."

"You have a great sense of humor, and I believe that the Lord would not have chosen a devil to be His agent on earth. I won't say more, it takes a diary to find the treasure, and to open the treasure is one of my long swords, inherited by successive Grand Masters, and it is now in a palace in Paris------"

"Bang" Killing God Joshua suddenly made a move, and a flash appeared in front of the white phantom, and a punch hit the air, and you can see the position where the fist was fixed, forming a circle of ripples, which quickly spread around, shaking away the white phantom.

"Thanks, it's finally time to go." Little by little, the white phantom of the Grand Master dissipated into the air.

"You dare!" Mostima reacted to this and reached out to Joshua.

"I wrote the diary in which I searched for the treasure." After Joshua said this, he lost his strength and fainted, and the blow to the white shadow used up the last of his strength.

Mostima's outstretched hand to Joshua's throat was like a silver hook of iron claws, and when he heard Joshua's last words, the claws that were about to close stopped alive.