Some people never think about the inner thoughts of others, and simply think that they are the center of the world, that everything is right, without reflecting on their own mistakes.

Nancy Peters, the bishop of the Temple of Power, is like that.

He always thinks about himself, the temple of power, and thus forgets the disgusting things he has done.

"The Temple of Power, a force that has been suppressed for decades, can't wait to show its might?" Modrian looked at the white-haired old man who fell to the ground at the door of the mansion and hurriedly left, the delicate and luxurious robe stained with a lot of dust, and the last indifferent expression.

Theocratic!

I'm sorry, Valoran doesn't need it, he has many heroes, but he doesn't want to believe in the so-called gods.

Strength and eternal life.

"The guy who wanted to give me power and immortality has already been killed by me, so the brilliance of the gods is not uncommon."

After experiencing the battle of the Abyss Demons, Mordrian had collected a lot of information about the Abyss and the gods, and he didn't have enough strength to care about the secrets of the Caladimos Continent before.

And now he is exposed to more and more related things, so he has to search for relevant information, and he has some gains.

"The temple, a group of fanatical believers who believe in the so-called gods, I don't understand why you eat me so much?" Modrian muttered in a low voice, he was annoyed by the powerful appearance of the Temple of Power, and the most important thing was the trace of killing intent that Nancy Peters exposed before leaving, which he clearly perceived.

It seems that it is the silence of this period that has made some people slowly forget the prestige that the Noxian Imperial cavalry once forged with killing and blood.

Friends come and have good wine, and jackals come and hunt.

The northern part of the kingdom will once again see the red-backed double-edged axe banner fluttering in the blue sky!

"Gregory, I'll arrange for the Shadowstream to cooperate with you, and I hope to receive good news from you before I leave." Modri quietly gazed out at the flower-filled town of Irvendale, red ripples in his brown pupils.

However, in the conversation with Nancy, he can be considered to have some gains, speculation about some internal news of the kingdom.

Has the dark tide of the royal capital flowed here? It seems that it is about to sweep the entire Stoke kingdom.

And all he had to do was clean up the rear, and he hated the feeling of being watched by prying eyes.

"Yes, my lord." Gregory restrained his mood, his resolute face revealed a hint of murderous intent, and the blood of the Noxians was silent for a while, and it was time to release the battle in his body.

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On the 20th of the Starfall calendar, the town of Irwindale ushered in a black purge in the early morning.

Heavy cavalry in pitch-black armor mixed with a few blood-red cavalry entered the main street entrance of the town, and raided some of the gentlemen's residences, hidden buildings, and mercenary quarters.

Broken door walls, piercing screams, converged, piercing the noisy and bustling sky.

Most believers give up their faith in the face of these notorious intruders, after all, ethereal faith is not enough to make them feel safe in relation to life.

As for the rebels, of course there were.

Unfortunately, in the face of the Noxian soldiers, the fanatical believers were reduced to stiff corpses, and even the carved lifelike statues of the god of power were completely destroyed.

The gaze of the god of power!? It seems that believers have no intention of helping in the face of these calamities.

A faint smell of blood wafted over the town, and everyone watched cautiously at the group of black heavy cavalry running back and forth, for fear of being contaminated with right and wrong.

They had also heard some gossip about it, and the owner of Valoran, Baron Modrian, had officially decreed that any inhabitant of Valoran Realm was forbidden to believe in the god of power.

"Gollum........ Is this what you call the Noxian heavy cavalry? Horace swallowed, his expression glazed over, as the blood-colored cavalry unleashing life energy mercilessly harvested the lives of the rebels.

"Of course, it's these guys, heavy cavalry made up of extraordinary knights." Congreve heard the guy's inquiry, and a hint of flushing appeared on his hangover face.

The tavern's ale was indeed invigorating, and after a night's sleep, he could still feel the pain in his mind, but it didn't prevent him from recalling the images of the past.

This image has always been engraved in his mind: a blood-red heavy cavalry numbering no more than twenty people brazenly rushed towards the noble coalition army, setting off a series of horrific killings.

"Transcendent Knight!?" Horace's eyes flickered with bewilderment, even in the royal capital of the Stoke Kingdom, it was rare to see heavy cavalry with such terrifying strength, but it was seen in this bitterly cold northern territory.

Soon, he remembered some rumors, and the news of the defeat of the ace legion, the Iron Thorn Heavy Cavalry, seemed to be true.

"Valoran Territory, what kind of secrets are there in this rising territory?" Horace whispered, subconsciously clenching his fists.

When he woke up after a hangover in the tavern, he found that the shackles that had shackled him had been loosened, and perhaps after working hard for a while, his strength would step into another level.

It's just the effect of a glass of ale!

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Click!

The white jade scepter slammed the teapot on the sumptuous tabletop, and the steaming boiling water flowed down the table legs on the soft red carpet.

"Mo... Morality... Village... Ann, it's too much of a deception! Nancy Peters gasped, her hypocritical smile long gone, and a hint of anger in her reddened eyes.

Whew~Whew~Whew!

Nancy Peters took a series of deep breaths to calm the excitement inside, he should have expected everything when he left the garrison's mansion, but the humiliation of being thrown out of the door made him lose his cool head.

"What about the losses?"

"Your Majesty, almost all of our strongholds in the town of Irwindale have been cleared." A silent priest shuddered.

"Some of the missionaries who didn't have time to leave and the believers who resisted a little were killed on the spot with the barbarism, and many of the statues of God the Father were destroyed."

Boom!

The red carpet exploded, and bits of fluff fluttered to obscure the room.

"Damn it, blasphemer, you're going to pay the price." Nancy slammed the white jade scepter against the carpet in her hand, a flash of golden life energy surging and clearing the fluttering fluff.

"Where's Chapman? Send someone to find him, I need to do some arrangement. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." The pale-faced priest carefully exited the room and closed the door gently.

Nancy took a few steps forward and stood in front of the ledge, a three-story building with an easy view of the thriving town of Irwindale, before looking in the direction of the Lenwall Mountains.

"With such prosperity and potential, the Valoran Territory is bound to be won by the Temple of My Strength, and this is also the best gift for the Temple's comeback."

"It's just a baron with real power, who dared to refuse us, who gave you the confidence!?"

"Knight Chief, hehe, I don't know how many there are in the town of Irwindale, but it's not like I haven't killed the Temple of Strength."

"You're going to regret what you did today, Modrian!"

The murderous words echoed in the room, and Nancy suddenly looked up, the gentleness on her old face had long since disappeared, leaving only a trace of hideous, terrifying and abnormal.