The big thick wood blocking the road was completely pushed into the ditch on the side of the road, and Dewar and Brut took the lead, vying to be the vanguard to lead the way.

The Charles didn't take them to the front to search for the road last night, and they were a little depressed at the time, but when Byrne and Lund dragged a living "Night Cultist" back, the two boys regretted their deaths at that time, feeling that they had missed a good opportunity to share their worries and fight for the light, and make a name for themselves.

The young man who has just awakened into a transcendent is in need of a powerful enemy to prove that he is stronger, and that desire for battle is far greater than that of old birds like Bourne and Foreman who have rolled in and out of the battlefield for an unknown number of times.

As for the others, they all looked at Jabbar who was tied into a rice dumpling with curiosity, and when they saw his withered Federation and sharp claws, they all let out a satisfied exclamation, which was regarded as seeing what a Night Cultist was.

"The master is really wise, bringing back a living Night Cultist, and letting everyone see that the Night Cultist is nothing more than that, and the fear in everyone's hearts is immediately not so strong. Lund, who was bullied by Bourne and dragged the snow for most of the day, thought in admiration.

"Is Charles going to use this Night Cultist to attack the church again? Will he go to Nancy's Church of St. Lemmon to hold account? Or will he go to the Church of Light in Metz to question? Both churches have the right to explain this dark infestation, although they will most likely not wronged Charles, but they must also make some plans in advance. Olive thought worriedly, the clever little girl.

Everyone in the convoy was speculating about Charles' intentions in capturing the Night Cultist alive, but they could never have guessed that Charles was planning to use this creature as a white rabbit.

The sun rose, and the fierce sunlight shone on the snow plow, and although Jabbar was wearing thick black clothes to block himself from the sunlight, his body began to smoke "zilazila", writhing in pain, and roaring in a low voice.

Charles carefully observed for a few minutes, and found that the black qi in Abdul-Jabbar's body was automatically consuming with the sun, and the consumption rate was not slow.

"No wonder the Night Cultists want to operate at night, it turns out that they don't have all-weather combat capabilities, bad reviews!"

"Lund, move him to the freight wagon, cover him with a tent, and don't let him die in the sun!"

The moment the carriage was covered, Charles said in a voice that only Jabbar could hear: "Don't talk when you see anyone else, or you will die on the spot." ”

Abdul-Jabbar finally returned to the familiar darkness, the scorching sun on his body was gone, but he suddenly regretted why he had cowardly surrendered to Charles last night, and if he had died honorably with his companions at that time, he might not have suffered the current shame.

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Two hours later, Brut and Dewar arrived at the three-way junction in the village, only to be surprised to find many banners of Lorraine nobles, as well as a large group of family warriors.

The other party also exclaimed in surprise when he saw the team of knights here, and then a simple and strong young man ran over in a hurry.

"Brut, how did you get here? The roadblocks in front of you....... Do you see that?" the silly Neo Greft yelled at Brut before he could get close.

Brut rode on his horse, looked at the big man who had become a transcendent with him, and said proudly, "See!

"Demolished, you don't see the church mark, fortunately it's daytime, if at night a traveler strays into this place, do you know how dangerous it is?" Neo Glivet was shocked, and caught Brut and complained.

"The master let us dismantle it, you have the ability to complain about the master!"

Brut snorted back, and Neo Griver realized that his lord was behind.

Neo Griver lowered his voice, "Brute, you hurry up and tell the master, there are Night Cultists here, several of our people have died, even the Bishop of Nancy City Honey is alarmed, we are preparing to surround this place today, go in and exterminate them!"

"How many of our people died? Who died? How did they die?"

Brut was also taken aback, just now Charles had just captured a living Night Cultist, but he didn't tell everyone that his own people had died.

"It's not that Boral's lazy people, it's okay to be left behind in the heavy snow, and I have to go to the village to rest overnight, but I encountered a gathering of Dark Night Cultists, and I rushed up to fight recklessly, and then I was killed by the monster........"

Nyo Gricht was not the one present, and the escaped companions were terrified when they found them in Nancy City, saying that they had encountered monsters, and the rest of the details were known only to Roy, the butler.

Everyone had scattered to their respective territories to gather men to prepare for conscription, but after getting the news, they hurriedly prepared manpower, and waited for Roy, the butler, to go to St. Lemmon's Church to find reinforcements, and only after two days did they rush over to encircle and suppress.

"Brut, what those fellows of Borar said should be true, one of their servants was wounded, and when Nancy City was sent to the church for treatment, he was found to be infected by darkness, and I saw him burned to death by the monks of the church, and I saw him black-eyed when he was burned to death by the monks of the church......"

Brut grew up in the county of Bayonne, where had he ever seen such a situation, and Neo Gricht's words stunned him for a moment, thrilling and exciting.

"But last night the lord and a few knights went in to clear it! and caught a living Night Cultist, and the lord said that there was no danger here......."

“........”

"Bishop Honeycrow says that these Night Cultists are not small minions, and they are very difficult to deal with......."

Brut was a little anxious, "It's true, that Night Cultist is in the carriage behind, making the sun smoke as soon as it shines, I can see it clearly!"

Neo Gricht's face suddenly became very exciting, with crooked mouth, glaring, and cheek twitching, it was really difficult for a simple man to make such a rich expression.

"I.... I'll go find Butler Roy, and you go and tell the lord about this matter. It took Neo Graft a long time to come to his senses, and he quickly turned around and ran to the three-way junction, rode a horse and rushed into the fork in the road on the left.

In a few moments, Charles' convoy came from behind, the Hunter Knight's banner fluttering in the wind with black stripes on a red background.

The moment the knights of the clan who were in charge of guarding at the fork in the road saw the flag, they all let out heartfelt cheers.

It's been a long time since the Banner of the Hunter Knight has returned to Lorraine.

And at this time, the butler Roy and a monk of Dawn in a white bishop's robe rode out from the direction of Mid-Mountain Village and ran into Charles and the others.

Roy dismounted first, walked to Charles's carriage and bowed his head to plead guilty: "Master, Roy is incompetent, let the family's warriors die tragically, and the family's reputation is disgraced, please surrender your master!"

"Condemnation?"

Charles pushed open the car door by himself, walked down with his head held high, and said lightly: "It is my lord's and the church's responsibility to drive out the darkness, what kind of heart do you have as a housekeeper?"

Roy's head bowed lower, "Sir, we have lost three knights, and ...... Baron Sdhow. ”

"What do you do when you go into someone's village at night? Don't you have a tent? What does a soldier look like when he covets comfort and pleasure? ”

Bishop Honeywei, dressed in the bishop of the Dawn Church, dismounted and walked over, glancing at the inside of Charles's carriage, the fur was covered in fur, warm as spring, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

"Your Excellency Marquis, I heard that you captured a living Night Cultist?"

Charles lifted his chin and pointed haughtily behind him, meaning you can see for yourself.

Bishop Honeycone didn't mind Charles' arrogance either, and walked to the back of the convoy himself.

Twenty-year-old Marquis, if you don't have a little arrogance, isn't that really a fool?

The shed of the freight carriage was uncovered, and the green smoke of "Zilazila" rose, and Bishop Honeywei's face changed drastically, and he looked at Abdul-Jabbar in disbelief.

He thought that Charles was just an ordinary person infected by darkness, but he didn't want to be a transcendent on the side of the night.