Under the flames, the night is bloody!

Fight... It started suddenly.

The knights of the church who defended Byrne Cathedral were unaware of the approach, and it was not until the flames of the explosion shattered the doors of the church that the "Guardians of the Holy Cross" woke up from their sleep, and more than half of them rushed into battle without even putting on their armor, and then they were confronted by the raided mercenaries and heretics.

A trembling roar sounded in the night, and the burning cathedral shook violently, and the fanatics of the Order, who were covered by the light of the fire, roared and roared from all directions like ghosts crawling out of the flames, and in an instant they surrounded the entire cathedral.

The guards standing guard outside the gate had already "sacrificed" themselves in the explosion, and the remaining church knights drew their swords and formed a thin array behind the church gate to desperately intercept the heretics who were several times or even ten times their size.

Suddenly faced with a tidal wave of enemies, the knights of the church were frightened and frightened, and they could only fight as they rang the bell tower of the church to call for help.

After that explosion, though, there was no need to do that......

Because just like the abrupt beginning, the end of the whole battle is also "sudden".

Without warning, without even the slightest defense, the Church Knights did not even have the time to organize and assemble, and what began as a surprise attack quickly turned into a one-sided massacre... In the face of several times or even dozens of times the enemy, the lone church knights had no possibility of parrying, and the only small group of hastily assembled elites was quickly "swallowed up".

The clash of blades turned into a near-death cry, torn apart before it could be raised;

Eruptions of blood stained the staircase red, and the bones of severed arms and stumps filled the Sanctuary;

In the blink of an eye, the cathedral was full of corpses, and the frightened knights of the church could not even finish the last prayer before they fell, and their gray pupils reflected one after another hideous figures stepping over their bodies.

Originally, this was simply not possible;

According to the rules of the Church, every cathedral should have a certain number of Knights of Oath stationed and guarded, but the rules and the reality are always two different things—since the Second Church of the Holy Cross completely ruled the Imperial Faith, the number of Knights of the Oath has been greatly reduced, and the "pomp" of the past has not been restored.

Moreover, after sweeping away the heretical beliefs and evil gods in various places, there is no need for the Holy Cross Church to place the Knights of the Oath as the top force in this kind of "big rear"... Except for the cathedral in the imperial capital, which retains a certain number, all the rest are stationed in the Broken Mountain Fortress to resist the invasion of northern monsters.

The Knights of the Holy Cross are decreasing day by day, which is no longer a rumor in the empire but a well-known "secret", and the "Sword of Oath" that used to be "passed down from the sword to the scriptures" has long since become a legendary hero, and only the family that has been inherited for more than a hundred years can still have some impressions.

When the resistance was finally torn apart, the heretics and mercenaries quickly transformed from "human" into real thugs, roaring and waving torches and weapons into every corner of the cathedral.

The fighting and roars faded, but the swords tearing flesh and screams continued—the clergy, the nuns, the servants, who were still asleep or awakened...... The thugs had no scruples, laughing horribly, and doing whatever they wanted with screams and wails.

The flames were raging, staining half of Gaspar's face red, and the expressionless Governor Byrne looked up at the burning cathedral in front of him, his calm gaze mixed with unknown madness.

Stepping past the shattered gate and the charred corpses on the ground, Gaspar walked straight into the depths, his boots pounding against the floor, staining the edges of the boots a dark red.

From time to time, the sounds of fighting and scuffling could be heard, laughter and wails rose over the church, and from time to time a mob of armed weapons passed by the governor, dragging behind some naked, twitching and moaning nun or priest, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

The flower beds outside the window were completely destroyed, and the holy pools were piled up with stripped bones and naked bones;

The prayer chamber became a place of rejoicing, and the holy table was full of people.

Gaspar, who was expressionless, didn't even look sideways, and continued to walk deeper into the church without saying a word.

It was not until he reached the end of the corridor that Gaspar finally stopped, and looked at Bishop Byrne, who was wearing a golden red and luxurious bishop's robe, and even his eyebrows were gray.

When he saw the old man standing in front of him in shock and fear, obviously his legs were weak with fright, but he was still protecting the ordinary wooden door behind him, Gaspar bowed slightly.

He's in place.

"Surrender, then get out of the way. Drawing his saber and resting it on the old man's shoulder, Gaspar's expression was unusually calm:

"Otherwise, I will let you go to the kingdom of heaven to serve your Holy Cross, just like those knights of the church. ”

The old man's palms gripped the walls on both sides, his palms and forehead were covered with cold sweat, and his body trembled like chaff under his clothes.

"How dare you... Gaspar Vane, how dare you ......" The old man's voice trembled uncontrollably: "Destroy the cathedral, kill the clergy, believe in heresy... Gaspar Vane, where is your awe?!"

"Awe?"

In a contemptuous tone, Gaspar sneered and whispered as if chanting: "Oh... Your Excellency, what provokes you to scold? Believers are brazen and gossip when they are lost;

Blindly following the doctrine, with no intention of helping the common people, the conservative Bishop Lang, despicable... Hypocrites. ”

"You?!"

"I know very well about your 'great deeds', Your Excellency, who buys and sells the priesthood privately, usurps the public estates belonging to the Empire, and lends money with donations from the faithful...... In addition to enriching his own pockets, he did not forget to arrange a fat shortage for his illegitimate children in the church. ”

"Seriously, do you really think that the 'Order of Blood' was just an accident, or is it that the rich and prosperous Duchy of Byrne has blinded you, the Bishop from the poor countryside of Arles, to think that the nobility here can turn a blind eye to the corruption and tyranny of the Church?"

The frightened and frightened old man didn't say a word, but trembled even more.

"So, I'll give you one last chance, Lord Bishop... Get out of the way of this door behind you, and kneel before me and beg me to spare you and your bastards, and I may consider leaving you alive. ”

The frightened old man could no longer speak, and almost mustered up the last bit of courage to raise his head and say in a pleading tone: "Gaspar... In the name of the Holy Cross, I beseech you, Your Excellency... There's something behind this door that you can't imagine, even if you kill me......"

"On the contrary, I know exactly what 'that stuff' is behind the door. ”

"What did you say?!" the old man's mind was in a trance for a moment.

"You're still deceiving yourself, Lord Bishop......"

The blood-stained boots made a crisp sound on the floor, and Gaspar approached, standing in front of the old man, looking at the bloodless face with contempt:

"Strange? No, not strange... You know that very well, don't you—instigating rebellions and joining heresies are already unforgivable sins to me as Governor of Byrne, so why would I do that?"

"Why didn't I burn the cathedral to the ground, but appeared in front of you alone?"

Looking at those cold eyes, the old man's eyes trembled more and more:

"Maniac, madman! You have no idea what a terrible thing you are about to release......"

"Goddess Brünnhilde, or... Look, I know exactly what I'm going to do. The smile on Gaspar's face faded away, leaving only the last coldness:

"The House of Turin, the Yode Chamber of Commerce, and you and the Byrne Church behind you...... Just because of your pressing every step I have no way out, since sooner or later I will be completely hanged by you, then why don't you give it a go and drag you all to hell?"

"What I can't get, how can others get it?!"

The blade of the sword swept by, and Bishop Byrne's terrified face fell to the ground.