"What kind of monster is that?"

"What monster?" Andrew was confused. From where they were, they could only see the castle collapsing, and they could not see the monsters standing up from the ruins. And for the "butcher" Lauder, he didn't even see the castle collapse, and he was bent on killing Andrew with the weapon in his hand, and the bastard who suddenly jumped out to interrupt!

"It's nothing, hit the one in front of you first!" Feige waved his arm, and magic runes rained down from the sky like a curtain of rain, and then obscured him and Andrew. Lauder was amazed and rushed up, only to find that the two men were no longer there. He swung his axe around him, only to slash through air. The loss of his prey made him angry, and he let out a roar like a mad orangutan.

"What's going on with him, why is he yelling in place?"

"Shut up, why are you making a noise?" Feige glared at Andrew, but Lauder heard the paladin's voice and turned his head. Then he frowned, and began to scan his surroundings with a suspicious gaze, as if sensing that he was surrounded by some kind of illusion. This time, instead of jumping, he tried to move forward with his foot against the ground, making sure he was indeed moving.

Seeing Lauder gradually approaching the edge of illusion, Feige sighed to Andrew with a little disappointment: "Thank you for your help, this idiot has seen through the illusion!

"This battle isn't interesting, let's retreat to the temple, it's safer there. Andrew said: "This butcher, after all, is the striker trusted by the Grand Duke. Kill him, do you really want your father to wipe the ass of the two of us?"

"You don't have to wipe your ass if you kill him, as long as he lives, it's endless trouble, do you want to understand it in your elm head?!" Feige has a feeling of hating iron and not steel, after all, in terms of psychological age, he is older than Andrew, and after gradually integrating into this world, he slowly sees Andrew as his younger brother.

Kill Lauder, there is no proof of death, so you can say anything. The chaos in the city, whether Lauder was killed by the guards, hit by a siege crossbow, or infighting caused by their uneven distribution of spoils, is a valid reason. On the contrary, Lauder is alive, not only can he still be a sharp knife in the hands of the Grand Duke, but he can also cause countless war of words and lead to various political turmoil, which is a troublesome thing. And most importantly, Lauder first raised his axe at Andrew, and fighting back in self-defense was enough to kill him.

However, the monster falling from the sky has unnerved Feige, and this uneasiness has become deeper and deeper, and it has begun to turn into a kind of fear. He couldn't help but think about the tall figure standing in the ruins, what was it, what was it for, friend or foe? This fear and uneasiness compelled Feige to approach the problem from a more cautious and prudent, or rather more conservative perspective. After weighing for a moment, he decided to act according to his instincts and sanity, rather than on the way to maximize political gain.

"Well, I promise you, let's all retreat to the temple together. Still," Feige said to Andrew, "What are you going to do if this bastard continues to pursue?"

"It is the Paladin's duty to defend the Temple, and I will not hesitate to kill him. ”

Well, maybe that's what Andrew really thinks. The temple can defend itself, and it can provide an absolutely just, true, and impeccable reason to kill Lauder. Could it be that Andrew thought this way in the first place, or was it just a coincidence? Feige continued to use illusions to confuse Lauder, and then evacuated with the group. He looked at Andrew's broad shoulders and proud neck, and felt that he didn't look like such a cunning person at all.

One of the five knights who followed was dead and one seriously wounded, but fortunately he was saved and saved. There are three priests resident in the temple, as well as a visiting team of bishops from the Patriarch: a bishop, four accompanying priests, and six apprentices. They were treating all sorts of abrasions and contusions to the citizens who had just retreated. Fei Qicai was not polite, and walked over with the pit sword on his shoulder, and pulled the bishop's collar with one hand: "Go and treat the combatants first!"

"I'm hurt too!" a man with his family coat of arms engraved on his necklace and hanging it on his chest pointed to his leg, his calf pierced by an arrow, and the blood from the wound was as thin and short as a child's snot. In a sacred place like the temple, no murder or use of force is allowed, otherwise it is a blasphemy against the goddess and a provocation against the church. However, order must be established, warriors must take precedence, and Feige must suppress any threat of internal chaos in the first place.

Feitch glared at him, then flashed the emblem on his sword. "As a pastor, I also feel that your injuries are important. To avoid infection, amputation should be the best treatment. He took off his heavy sword, the blade downward, bobbing back and forth between the nobleman's navel and thigh. "Do you want treatment now? I'd love to help you. ”

"No...... No more, warriors come first. The man quickly retracted his legs, more sensitive than a rabbit. "I can bear it, and I'll be fine for a while. ”

"My lord, the butcher is here again!" Bennie shouted from afar at the door of the temple.

The scale of the Temple of the Goddess of Truth and Thunder in the city of Nehir is not small, and the steps in front of the main hall are more than thirty steps, and the widest point is more than twenty meters, and it continues to narrow upwards until it reaches a platform with a whole row of marble columns. To illustrate the idea that the temple is open to all, there is a gate large enough for six people to pass side by side, but there is no doorway. Now, Andrew and his six bodyguards, plus the knights brought by Feige, were standing in the doorway, confronting Lauder, the butcher who was walking up the steps.

"Stop!" Andrew shouted, "Here is the truth......"

"Andrew, the butcher is not an idiot, of course he knows what this place is for. But if you ask him to stop, will he stop?" Feige stepped out of the crowd, took off his helmet, ripped off his mask, then stretched his right arm forward, raised his index finger and hooked it lightly, and shouted vigorously: "Come here!"

Lauder stepped down.

"Works, doesn't it?" Feige snorted, then held out his hand to Shanny, who handed the cat teaser. Feiqi, who had become a full-body melee mage, stared intently at Lauder as he adjusted his breathing recovery.

"You are Fege Hall, the second son of Earl Hall and the younger brother of Andrew. "Who said Lauder the butcher was a fool, Feige was definitely anxious with him, there were still traces of the presence of brains in his muscles, absolutely. "How bold it is for you to leave the penal colony and come to Feinberg!"

"Not only that, but I also went to meet Grand Duke Saloyan Yaria III and had a meal together. Feige smiled and said, "By the way, Archduke Aria III met the assassins and was rescued by Count Hall, and now those assassins are being interrogated in the count's camp. The Assassins confessed that you had arranged for them to surrender after taking Fort Laco, and that they would be sent to the Grand Duke's sleep as trophies, preferably so that he could give birth to a new heir to the throne. On the other hand, they're not virgins, so are you doing it?"

"Nonsense!"

Feige nodded: "I know I'm talking nonsense, but my purpose is to let you know that I have the ability to talk nonsense, not just tell the truth like Andrew." So, it's very simple, either there is a fight, and the facts are bullshit by the winner, or you hurry up and get out of here, and we both talk nonsense together. Oh yes, word of mind: this is the Temple. You'd better find a way to kill us all and then think about what nonsense you can talk about. ”

"You two are shrunken turtles!"

"The big husband can stretch and bend. Feige immediately replied.

Lauder scolded vigorously, but it was clear that he was not going to storm the temple, but was just talking about the scene here. Of course, he may also be making the next step and preparing to find another opportunity to do it. After all, being able to become the confidant of the Grand Duke will not be a person who gives up lightly and accepts failure.

No one wants to kill in front of the temple, not even Feige. As a devil, according to the supremacy of interests, the best choice is, of course, to kill Lauder to prevent future troubles, and by the way, it can also deter the Grand Duke, killing two birds with one stone. However, considering that the goddess has a lot of understanding, understanding and care for her, and is even generous enough to allow him to continue to "swagger" as a priest, he must always treat her with the same respect. So, unless Lauder makes the first move, Feige won't take the initiative.

Lauder's scolding was incessant, and he called the Hall family a thief, and Andrew a "false paladin full of intrigues" and "a brute who steals profits from his lower body". The words were novel, and Feige had always thought they were supposed to be used to describe himself, but how did it come to Andrew. "Why is he scolding like that?" Feige poked Andrew in the arm with his elbow, "Is there something I don't know about you?"

"You don't know only the good, nothing bad. Andrew rolled his eyes, and he would have made the same expression to his brother. "What should I do next, while listening to his scolding, while waiting for the Grand Duke's army to come over? By the way, I think you'd better put your disguise back on before the Grand Duke's army arrives, and slip away quickly to avoid trouble. Why did you take off your mask, it's dangerous, you know?"

"I'm using the bait to get the butcher to attack him, so that I have a valid reason to kill him. After all, keeping him is always a curse. Feige pursed his lips and said with a little disappointment, "It looks like I made a mistake and showed too many chips, which scared him." ”

"Don't be so heavy on your murderous intentions, okay, and why do you still have the psychology of a gambler, what kind of chips and chips?" Andrew shook his head: "Feiqi, if there is anything in this world that can't be traded, it's the lives of your relatives." I'm your brother, and this dangerous battle should have preceded you. ”

"You're older than me, but according to wisdom, it's supposed to be whoever is better. Although he felt quite warm in his heart, Feige still snorted and said, "When you win the championship of the martial arts competition, then you will be qualified to challenge me." Let's fight between the two of us, and then decide who listens to whom when we fight. ”

"That's fine. Andrew nodded: "But before you propose this new method, that is, the battle is decided, you still have to implement the old method: I am your brother, you listen to me." ”

"Who said paladins are stupid?" Feige froze for a moment, then laughed.

The scene froze, and the butcher Lauder stood at the bottom of the steps and cursed for a while, and when he was tired—and speechless—he stopped. He didn't know what to say to his men behind him, and then three men rode away, each running in three different directions. So Feige looked at Shani, "Do you know what he said?"

"At that time he was half-turned, and his lips reading were not good, and he could barely distinguish the name of one man, which was Sir Hoves. Xia Ni shook her head: "His subordinates just agreed and didn't leak more information." ”

"Sir Hoves is a mercenary leader, he has no territory, he fights whoever gives him more money, and he has a bad behavior of repeated battles, and he is not trustworthy. Andrew said, "He once tried to use the lighthouse to lead to Feinberg, but was stopped by my soldiers. So the man ordered all his men to take off their weapons and armor, go over as civilians, and then smuggle their own equipment by unknown means. ”

"This man has a very nimble mind!" Feige's words drew a slap from Andrew, but only a slight pat on the back.

"Hofs doesn't belong to him, so he can pretend to be Feinberg's man. Did Lauder have this idea to stir up the situation and then kill him?" Andrew frowned: "Feiqi, you have to be careful, you can't let Lauder kill it." This is not only the majesty of the Goddess Church, but also to protect the civilians behind us. ”

"Are there any important people in there?" Feige could look at it with a global view without looking back. "They were all dressed well, and they didn't look flustered, and they were all city dwellers, and maybe some nobles. How did you get these people together? Hey, there's a beautiful woman!"

"Are there any beautiful women? I didn't pay attention. Andrew's expression was flat, not like a lie. "I had sat in on the battle meeting, and knew that Lauder was going into the city, and that only the temple was a rich target in his path. You also know what kind of temperament the butcher is. ”

"They seem to know what kind of temperament you are. Fei Qi shook his head: "Forget it, as long as there is at least one person in the family who can't guess the temper, it's not easy to calculate." ”

"You mean you?"

"Isn't it enough to have an earl, you still want to get involved with me?"

I don't know why, Andrew thought this sentence was very funny, and he couldn't even maintain the seriousness and reserve of the paladin, and he laughed out loud. His laughter also infected Feiqi, or the remaining part of Feiqi's soul, and the two of them laughed together. It was the laughter of the two brothers, and it had not been seen in a long time.

Lauder at the bottom of the stairs heard the laughter, saw the smile, and spat on the ground. He hated failure, but he hated the feeling of being powerless even more. Feige Hale, the one who wields strange spells, all the talk that he is a jousting champion is a fart!Lauder is confident that he can win all tournaments, he has seen all kinds of talented people, and he has not killed a priest who is proficient in magic, but he has never met a spellcaster like Feige. Flames, lightning, these things he can resist the past, but if he can't trust his eyes and ears, then how can he fight.

The only chance now is to call that Hofs guy over quickly, that old dog, as long as he gives enough money, he is willing to do anything. He had more than fifty men of the same temperament, and his fighting ability was not bad, and as long as he added them, then he could be sure to storm the temple. After that, whether it is to blame or pretend to be ignorant, anyway, if the task can be completed, then the past can be covered up.

After a while, the sound of horses' hooves sounded from the east, and footsteps sounded from the west, and it was not known from which side Hofs had come, but Lauder knew that work would soon begin again. He stood up, moving his shoulders and legs, then picked up a brand new greatsword and began to find his touch. It was then that he saw the horrific sight of the crowd fleeing from the west, and their terrible sight being chopped to pieces in a gust of wind.

The scene fell silent for a moment, and then a tall figure stepped out. It was a humanoid monster wielding a giant blade, about three times Lauder's height, with a gray-black body behind a pair of bat wings that burned with a constant stream of dark red flames. He was wearing a tattered piece of iron armor, roughly thicker than any human tower shield. He has horns on his head and his armor is full of spikes. He was picking up the corpse on the ground, rubbing it on his skin, and hanging it on the spikes.

"What kind of monster is that?" Lauder's eyes widened. Just then, Sir Hofs came on horseback from the east, turned the corner, and met the monster. At first, they were also elated, and as can be seen from the heavy packages behind the saddle, the men gained a lot. When he heard that Lauder had asked him for help, he knew it was a big deal, so he rushed to it at once, and even gave up robbing a large mansion. He was sure that the loss of less robbery would definitely be compensated for by the new mission, and that being able to work with the butcher meant long-term gains later.

"Boy, what kind of monster is that? Do you want me to kill this?" Hofs turned the corner, and immediately gasped with men and horses, and his six legs went limp, and he almost died. "No, no, no, I'm not going to do that. U-turn! U-turn!"

The narrow streets were not suitable for turning, and unless they stopped immediately and turned their backs on the spot, they could only turn by this open space in front of the temple steps. Just as everyone was in fear, the giant took a deep breath, bent his knees slightly, and rushed forward like a cannonball.

Flames exploded behind it, and the greatsword lay flat in front of it. The giant rushed at Hofs's team of horses, cutting them flat as if they were cutting grass with a shovel, razor, or sickle. Then, the air currents caused by its charge formed a chaotic storm that blew everything away and exploded, creating a mess. The giant basked in the maelstrom of slaughter with excitement, opened his arms to meet the rain of blood, chanting a language no one had ever heard before, pronounced something like "Oka m!" and then turned to look at Lauder's group, sinister grin, blue tongue licking his lips.

"Run, run!" Lauder yelled, leading the way and running away. "Spread out, the more you gather, the faster you die, each by luck!"

At the same time as he began to flee, the giant began to charge again, smashing into the crowd, swinging his greatsword and reaping. Human beings can invent countless combat skills, but physical fitness determines the upper limit of combat skills, even if four taels can really dial a thousand catties, but it can't be stopped. In the face of a giant sword that is wider, taller, and heavier than itself, what can be used to block it? In the face of a warrior, that monster giant is invincible.

"Unlucky. Feige's eyes narrowed, and the uneasiness in his heart intensified, but the fear was not as heavy as before, which allowed him to think rationally. First of all, that monster definitely can't be dealt with by hand-to-hand combat, and even Lauder was directly shot out by the giant sword, like a softball hit by a bat, this conclusion is obvious. So, what kind of magic works?

Feige focused his gaze on the monster, especially its soul. Compared to its huge body, its soul was surprisingly small, like a candle flame that was about to burn out. Such a soul often only exists in the old man who is about to come to the end of his life. However, as the giant rushed towards the fleeing crowd, its soul fire grew a little stronger, as if chasing the fleeing ones would allow it to "rejuvenate a bit".

No, it shouldn't be explained that way. Feige thought of the fear that had been generating before and was now waning. By the way, it is said that the paladin, blessed by the gods, has no fear of battles and monsters, and at the same time, he can infect those around him and make people stronger. Now the fear has weakened, probably because of the paladin Andrew. So on the other hand, could the source of fear be the giant monster?

Yes, fear, this strong emotion can also affect the state of the soul. Feige set his eyes on those who were being chased—embarrassed, but their failures and deaths did become Feige's experience and wisdom—and they were affected by fear, and the soul fire became weak, even drifting out, and then absorbed by the monster, which is why its soul fire occasionally became stronger.

At the same time, its soul did not continue to grow stronger, but was consumed in battle. Unless it is a unique and strange situation like Feiqi, one soul cannot become stronger by absorbing another soul, and the absorbed part will only cause chaos and subsequent destruction and soul loss if it is not used. An old soul driving a huge body to change the world around it is obviously unbearable.

"So, this monster is to spread fear, and then absorb the soul power generated by fear to fight?" Feige thought for a moment and said to Andrew, "Brother, do you believe me?"

"Of course I believe you. But if you do something bad, I'll still stop you. ”

"Then please lead all the people in prayer and let the Goddess bring courage to everyone. Then, knock out all the panicked people and don't show mercy. Feige looked at the monster giant, and saw that its blue eyes began to turn to the panicked people on the temple steps, and knew that the battle would soon reach his side. "Trust me, do these two things and don't do anything else. Especially the second one, you have to suppress the fear of the crowd. ”

"I promise you. Andrew said, "And then?"

"I'm going to drag it off. Feige smiled, "It's unlikely to win, but maybe it can be dragged to death." ”