"What are you doing here, Lord Earl?!"

In the dark street, an old nobleman with a gray beard stood in front of Charlotte with an angry expression, an impassioned and righteous expression, and behind him was a group of trembling nobles, trembling and hugging each other.

Torch-bearing, the heavily armed city guards lit the streets as if it were daylight, but they still did not feel the slightest warmth in the height of summer;

"What am I going to do?"

Charlotte Turin's sword eyebrows were erected, her gaze swept over the faces of everyone present one by one, and her stern expression gave people an almost sacrosanct majesty, so that the old nobleman, who was still quite confident, couldn't help but lower his head and didn't dare to look directly into her eyes.

"Looks like my butler didn't make things clear... Charles, this is your rereliction of duty!"

"I'm sorry, Count. The steward of the Red Blood Castle bowed with his hands behind his back, and then looked coldly at the old nobleman: "But I clearly remember that I told you the whole thing in detail, and of course, I don't mind telling you again in front of the Earl." ”

"In the name of Charlotte Turin, Earl of the Red Blood Castle, we have received reliable information that there is a group of heretical cults in the Red Blood Castle that believe in evil gods in the name of the 'Byrne Tradition' - and just now, these heretics even blatantly raided the Byrne Cathedral, and the Earl's court knights are working hard to eliminate them!"

"In order to defend the orthodoxy of the Holy Cross Church, and more importantly, for the stability and tranquility of the Red Blood Castle, we will strictly investigate any Red Blood Castle nobles who collude with these heretical believers, or even participate in them;

The resounding words echoed over the street, and Charlotte, who was standing with her sword, became more and more cold, staring at the old nobleman standing in front of her:

"Any questions, Your Excellency?"

"Questions? no... No, it's a slur!"

The old nobleman who gritted his teeth trembled all over his body, as if he would faint at any moment: "All the nobles of the Red Blood Castle are your most loyal courtiers! Do you even doubt the loyalty of your knights?!"

"Of course not!"

The countess asserted without hesitation, but her eyes were a little sharper: "But the Turin family also has to defend the faith of the empire, the faith of the people, and any heresy that threatens the church must be destroyed immediately and without mercy!"

"I've heard some rumors... Tell me, Your Excellency, are you and your family also involved in these heretical groups, or are your family involved?"

"A bunch of nonsense, pure nonsense!"

The old nobleman hurriedly denied it, trembling up and down as if he was swinging: "We are all your most loyal servants, and we are also the staunchest guardians and followers of the Holy Cross;

"Very good, it seems that you have lived up to the trust placed in you by the Turin family. Charlotte coldly hooked the corners of her mouth, and there was a hint of pride in her smile:

"Did you hear that, Charles, the courtiers of the House of Turin are the staunchest followers of the Holy Cross, and there can never be any heresy - you can go and investigate, be sure to clear up those meaningless rumors, and you are still innocent!"

"Wait——!"

Without waiting for the butler to reply, the panicked old nobleman hurriedly stopped him, and stood trembling in front of the countess, who could hardly even speak:

"Although, though we are all the most staunchest believers in the Holy Cross, we are also Byrnes, and the legend of Brunhilde is a household name in the whole of Byrne in the Red Blood Castle, and even more... It's part of a cherished tradition! If you use that reason to track down, I'm afraid ......."

"Shut up!"

Charlotte suddenly burst into tears, and the cold blade of the sword slammed down, as if knocking on the heart of the old nobleman!

"You people... The Turin family treats you well, but what about you, how do you repay the Turin family?!"

"Where were you when Gaspar was taking power in my absence?Where were you when vampires were rampaging the Red Blood Keep?!"

"And what were you doing when the Heresy raided the Cathedral, burned the Holy Sanctuary, and trampled the majesty of the Blood Citadel under your feet?!"

"And now, my knights are fighting to defend the majesty of the Red Blood Fortress... So don't tell me anything, don't talk about tradition - anyone who dares to betray the House of Turin, going to hell is the only way out for you!" Charles!"

"Yes!" the butler immediately stepped forward.

"Do it!"

"Yes!"

The resolute countess raised the blade of the sword in her hand and placed it directly on the shoulders of the stunned old nobleman.

Charlotte Turin at this moment, in Charles's eyes, has long been beyond her own image, and is no longer even just a simple title of "earl" can represent, just like a goddess......

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

The explosion was silent—even the altar that was supposed to collapse was intact, and there was not even a trace of cracking on the floor beneath his feet or overhead.

But the moment the black-haired wizard looked up, his eyes suddenly widened, and it took nearly half a minute to realize what had just happened.

The seal of the cathedral has been completely broken!

The "silent" rune engraved in the altar is the only power that can be used to suppress the void - within its range, all immaterial existence will be completely obliterated, and even the bright silver and dragon teeth in Loren's hands are nothing more than ordinary spears and daggers in this altar.

Therefore, it stands to reason that the moment the rune is destroyed, the entire altar should be in ruins... In any case, it is impossible to be as intact as it is now.

In other words......

Brunhilde... The reaction of the Void Power that had been spilled out of the moment she was released alone was enough to restore the destroyed shrine to its original state in an instant!

The icy touch flowed down his spine, making the black-haired wizard shiver... It was a tidal wave, an indescribable fear.

By the time Loren raised his head again, the altar in front of him had changed a little more—directly in front of his gaze was a huge statue of the Holy Cross.

The statue was so large that it almost resembled a stone monument standing directly in front of the altar.

Above the stele was a black-haired woman with white wings.

Her slender figure was obscured by her waterfall black hair, her head bowed to her chest, and her massive wings were almost twice the size of her body, and her arms were spread out to the right and left.

Under the long black hair, there is a stunningly beautiful appearance... It may be too one-sided, perhaps because of the heartfelt, indescribable fear, at this moment Loren really can't think of a second word to describe.

The black-haired wizard was so engrossed that he had forgotten what he was going to do, his mind almost stagnant as he told himself that what he saw was a true god.

The ornate cuirass fit her body, her bare arms and shoulders white and delicate, and under her dress are a pair of slender and straight legs, wrapped in perfectly clinging armor and iron boots... It seems that the armor beyond imagination can only exist in imagination and myths and legends.

That's right, as described in the legend of Byrne...... Brünnhilde, this is a true Valkyrie.

Riding black horses, galloping above the dome, wielding spears and swords, sheltering all the knights who fought bloodily;

Invincible, invincible, where the iron horsemen have trodden is the territory she has conquered;

And at this moment, she is tightly bound to the statue of the Holy Cross behind her!

Her hands, the joints of her legs, and her slender neck were bound in chains that seemed to break her body—like a crucifixed saint, undergoing a millennia of never-ending punishment.

In the cold air, a low and incomparably familiar voice suddenly sounded:

Loren Turin......

You must be familiar with this scene, right?"