"He killed the priest, he killed the priest!"

The centurions looked at each other, probably not wanting to believe what they saw with their eyes.

Seeing the priest's heart-rending cry in the flames, Luga was now indifferent to the flames, and he listened quietly as the screams grew weaker and weaker until the sound of flames burning was left in the air.

"In the end, it has come to this point." Luga muttered in his mouth, his mind blank as he stood in front of the campfire and watched the flames gradually burn, devouring Father Jankarlo's body bit by bit. There was a pungent burnt smell in the air, no doubt from Father Jankaro, which irritated Luga's head and made him cover his mouth and nose to prevent himself from inhaling the foul smell again.

"Oh, the messenger of God, it will stink like this." Luga's eyes lit up with fire, he had killed countless people, and he knew by heart the murderous methods of all kinds of civilizations. Ignoring the centurions who were about to rise with their swords, he bent down to pick up the hand-copied Bible that had been left on the ground and bounced off the dust on it, and said busily: "But you must not pity this book." Then, Luga slowly returned to his seat.

It may be that Fang Cai's actions are too incredible, so the female leader Maca, who was sitting on the side, looked at Lujia with trepidation, only to see Lujia casually pick up a glass of wine from the table and drink it up. The wine poured down her esophagus into her empty stomach, and it was a strange thing to say, sometimes it made people feel drowsy and drowsy, and sometimes it was very refreshing, and it was clear that Luga preferred the latter.

"Andrew," Luga called softly, putting down his glass on the table.

"General!" Andrew's tone was resolute, and he stood up with a "brush" of eyes, waiting for Luga's next order.

"Arrest them, everyone, the centurion of the Ninth Legion, and the monks under the command of Jankaro." Luga whispered, but when Andrew stood up like thunder, even though there were too many external factors to interfere, but Luga's words he heard clearly word by word.

"Good!"

Andrew nodded heavily, then jumped up onto the table. "Brush!" I saw him draw the iron sword that was at his waist and roar loudly: "Good guys! It's work! ”

As soon as Andrew's words fell, a large number of soldiers poured out of the streets on all sides of the center, and before the centurions could react, they were pressed to the ground and subdued.

"What is this for? What is this for? ”

The centurions were amazed, they had no idea that Luga would dare to fight in front of such a large number of people, and the soldiers who rushed out did not seem to care about their lives or deaths, and rushed up to fight them, in order to knock down the weapons in their hands, and if they resisted, they would be seriously injured or killed.

"Romans! We are all Romans, we are allies, we are not enemies! The centurions cried out and wailed to defend themselves, but how could it be useful, they were all centurions of the Ninth Legion, and they were all betrayers in Luga's mouth, so they did not receive any love.

"General, what are we going to do with them?" Andrew asked behind Luga, "Is it summarily executed, or is it some other better idea?" ”

"Take them out of town, of course." Lu Jia changed his previous amiable appearance, his expression was hideous and cold, and he didn't see any human touch at all. I only heard him say unhurriedly: "Of course I have a better way, it's too bloody to deal with them here, Andrew, don't you smell the blood here enough?" With that, Luga strode out of the city.

Andrew nodded at Luga, and he beckoned the soldiers to escort the centurion and the monks to the battlefield outside the city, where many soldiers were busy, and they were responsible for handling the corpses and preventing them from decomposing and causing disease.

"Hey, my friends!" Luga shouted at the working soldiers, "I wonder if you are ready for the big pit where the corpses are buried?" ”

"Oh yes, Your Excellency General, we just dug it." The leader, Malenius, stood up straight, saluted Luga and said, "What does the general command?" ”

"Oh, of course, I'm sorry to keep you busy again, guys!"

Luga said, pointing to the group of centurions and monks behind him, and said, "I have caught a gang of traitors who have collaborated with the enemy, so I thought that you have a big pit that has just been dug here, so I need you to be busy, treat them as corpses, and bury them." ”

Marenius craned his neck to look at the centurions and monks Luga was referring to, and it was not difficult to tell from their clothing that they were all junior officers of the Ninth Legion. It turned out that the general wanted to clean the portal, so naturally he agreed with both hands and said, "No problem, Your Excellency General." ”

"Hey, General, we are all your soldiers, and you can't disobey your orders just because we have been bewitched by that god stick Jiang Karo." At this time, the centurion, who was afraid of death in the crowd, shouted to Luga: "We are now awake, although we have committed a very serious mistake, but we still ask Your Excellency, General, that you can spare us, and we can charge for Your Excellency." ”

"For God's sake, forgive us!"

"Lord, come down and be merciful to us, we are your devout believers, be merciful and save us! Save us! ”

At the beginning of that first voice, there was a constant wailing of the voice, all hoping for Luga's forgiveness and forgiveness of their sins. But Luga seemed indifferent, he just lowered his head and reached out to rub the part of his chest that had just been splashed wet by Father Jankaro, and he could still squeeze out the water.

Lu Jia wet his fingers, put them on the tip of his nose and sniffed, and said to them unhurriedly: "When you followed Jiang Karo, you should have known that you would face such a fate, but you are stupid, you let the Jiang Karo who was occupied by the demon bewitch you, you did not look back, you are all demons, you are all possessed, so I want to go out to you to seek peace in the world!" ”

The intent of such words could not be more obvious, and no matter how much the centurions and monks cried and prayed to Luga, they could not be forgiven. Their hands were tied, they could not break free, they could only watch themselves being pushed down the pit and unable to save themselves, and the cries resounded all around, making most of the soldiers present a little unbearable.

Luga looked at the pit full of centurions, and couldn't help but say, "If it were me who died, they wouldn't shed a single tear, but I was the winner, so they all had to die!" ”

"Buried! Buried! ”

Under the orders of Malenius, the soldiers wielded their tools.