The slaughter -- I mean the fighting, was over very quickly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night to carry out a raid, and quietly waving the knife or axe in the hands of the priests when they are most sleepy and tired and falling asleep, this is a common trick used by pagan pirates, relying on this pagan can often break ten and plunder a lot of treasures and wealth, but now it is almost the same to hand over to this group of knights.

The pagan pirates have been through a hundred battles, but the knights will never fight less than them, the pagan pirates have killed people, but the knights have also seen blood, they will not panic because of a little thing, nor will they be soft because of anyone's begging, they are all the same madness, cold and fanatical, without the slightest mercy for human life.

Under such a person, the fate of those priests is almost predestined, and if there is no screaming in any room, then the priest is considered lucky, and he ends his life in a dream without the slightest pain. If any priest suddenly wakes up at the end of the sword, it is definitely not God's favor but God's punishment, so that they can clearly see their own death bit by bit. If someone is a little luckier, or so devout that they pray all night and don't sleep, then they can be counted as the most unlucky! The bloodthirsty wolf knights would not let go of the slightest bit of prey, and they would play with the priests to their heart's content, making them flee in vain, watching them cry and struggle under their swords, little by little towards despair, and then taste the delicacy born of despair with great interest. It's like a cat teasing a mouse, and it doesn't bite off its head until it's tired of playing.

The knights have their own fun, but the minions are not to be outdone! Although their status is not high, and they cannot play with life as much as the knight lord, they have another thing that can satisfy them: treasure. Now they are all dressed in gold and silver, and they don't look like servants but like masters; They had silver candlesticks in their left hands, gold leaf scraped from idols in their right hands, monks' satin garments, and a silver cross of Christ around their necks!

What is the difference between such an army and bandits!

No, what they're doing now is banditry.

Little Count Tang looked at the scene in front of him that was almost a hell on earth, and couldn't help but want to vomit again, but now he can't vomit, from the moment he entered the door and saw the first dead man, he had already vomited out the undigested food, vomited bile, and even vomited out the water, and now it was no longer possible to vomit at all - thanks to this is a male convent, if the Irish are a female convent, then Little Count Tang can still see the legendary nun uniform temptation and multi-person hot video live broadcast!

But even if Count Don is like this, fate will not let him go, and the Knight of Alcoba - he is the only one in this group of knights who has not played with life with his sword, which makes Count Don Jr. truly understand the meaning of 'kind' in this knight's attribute.

The knight was already surrounded by two of his minions, and the surrounding knights. The servant on the left led a lean man dressed only in a tattered robe made of black goat's wool and with a chain around his waist, while the servant on the right dragged a fat man with very ornate and elaborate clothes and a jeweled scepter in his hand.

The contrast between these two men is so obvious, not on my own mind, but as a matter of course, the thin priests are ascetics, to be precise, the ascetics of the Jeffrey Order, this order is based on the principle that 'the human body is sinful, and only those who forsake sin can go to heaven', they abuse their bodies as much as possible (scourging, similar to the Da Vinci code), eat only weed soup and black bread for three meals a day, and the iron chains around their waists represent their sins, which can only be loosened on the day of death.

And the fat man, of course, is the abbot of the monastery, who is in charge of all the property accumulated by the monastery over the years, and naturally he can eat fat and fat, and look rich.

The knight of Alcobar did not come to criticize the abbot for praising the ascetics, but for another purpose.

"What? Do you want me to choose? ”

"That's right." The knight of Alcoba nodded, this was probably the only time Count Don had seen him nod so solemnly: "These two men, one is a devout ascetic and is very familiar with the teachings of the Bible, and the other is an abbot, who is more familiar with intrigue and treasure. ”

"Now, please choose, choose one who can survive, choose another who can die."

When the knight of Alcoba had finished speaking, he stood still, and two of his servants pushed the prisoner forward, and the two prisoners knelt before the Count Don the Younger; However, Count Don Jr. was now in a state of confusion and could not care about any of this.

Choose? Why should I choose?

No, no, not why I choose but why let me choose now! That's right, the Knight of Alcobar could have killed one and brought the other over, it would have been pretty much the same for him anyway, but now that he brought two people here, he left the problem to me, which he could have easily done himself, but now he left the problem to me! What does he want? No, he's trying to test me about something?!

Count Tang's head was already a mess at the moment, and countless mixed ideas, right and wrong, serious and crazy, crazy and incredible, all seemed to be spinning back and forth like a marquee, and it seemed that there were hundreds of people arguing and arguing in his brain, making his head seem to explode!

Then Count Don lowered his head and saw the eyes of the two captives.

The ascetic's eyes are understandably angry, full of hatred, without the slightest hint of fear. They don't see death as the end of their lives, they think that their souls will go to heaven, and death can be regarded as a reward for them. But the eyes of the abbot were full of fear, sorrow, prayer, and a deep reluctance to give up on life.

Reluctance to give up on life.

This made Count Xiao Tang hesitate again, a life, a life beating alive, with its own relatives, its own joys, sorrows, and sorrows, should another person be deprived of it at will?

But even if it were, so what? This is a forced palace, that's right, this is a forced palace, the knights of Alcoba, and other knights, they joined forces to direct this forced palace, Count Xiao Tang didn't know their purpose, but Count Xiao Tang knew that these two people, he had to choose one to die.

The angry eyes of the ascetic, the pleading eyes of the abbot, kept echoing and echoing in the mind of the little Count Tang, as well as the cold words of the knights of Alcoba, and the silent persecution of the knights around them, little by little, leading the little count Tang into a desperate situation!

"Then ...... He's it, he's ...... Die. ”

With trembling hands, he reached out to the ascetic and decided his death.

If you have to choose one who must die, then at least let the one who wants to live live. Count Don Jr. thought so.

The knight of Alcoba was noncommittal, as Count Don Jr. thought just now, no matter who lives or dies, it is the same for this knight, what this knight wants is actually the growth of Count Don Jr.

"So, do it yourself." The knight of Alcoba waved his hand, and immediately a knight brought the axe that had been prepared long ago, "This is your coming-of-age ceremony, your crowning, your growth, this is a step that every real man will go through, you must have to bathe in blood to lead us through this era of war." ”

I...... Personally...... Do it?

It was pitch black in front of Count Tang's eyes, and when he came back to his senses, the heavy axe was already in his hand, and the ascetic was pressed down by the servants, revealing only one head.

The knight of Alcoba beside him seemed to be still chattering, "your own decision, bathed in blood", such words have been reaching your ears from nowhere, and the noise has made Count Don Jr. stop thinking, and can only mechanically follow the words of others.

The axe, raised high, fell fiercely.

"Click"

The axe is blunt and feels sturdy when chopped down.

The head falls to the ground.

The moment he swung the axe, Count Tang's eyes had become pitch black, as if it had been cut off not from the ascetic's head but from his own. He couldn't feel his body, as if his soul had broken away from its shell and was falling in mid-air. Down, down, all the way down, as if walking in an endless hole in the ground, as if sinking into the bottomless sea, as if falling into the extremely terrifying underworld, falling and falling, until it fell deeper than the darkness, deeper than below.

In this moment of consciousness, he seemed to hear the loud cheers of the knights around him again, as if he heard the voice of the knight of Alcoba regaining his heroism, and he seemed to have said something.

What did he say? Oh, it seems like this.

"Well done! Lord Earl! What a beautiful axe! Neat! His blood hasn't even come out yet! According to me, you were born to be a warrior! You've seen blood now, I'll find you another woman later, and you're a real man!" ”

Woman...... Woman? Yes, women, I need women, and wine, give me wine and women!

In a trance, Count Tang felt as if he had said such a thing, and then, the pitch-black abyss completely engulfed his consciousness, and he could no longer feel anything.

Ps1: In this chapter, I tried my best to describe how a modern man traveled to the Middle Ages and went through to become a butcher, but now it seems to be a sacrifice of ugliness.

Ps2: I'm very dissatisfied with this chapter, very dissatisfied, and I'll have to write it again in the future when the writing improves.

PS3: There was no White Lotus in the Middle Ages! There was no white lotus in the Middle Ages! The important thing is said three times: there was no white lotus in the Middle Ages!