The Templar was invincible, and soon reached the gates of the outer walls of the Palace of Versailles.

In the midst of a hail of bullets, he drew his sword and held it high into the sky, and a blazing white light shot out from the sword.

I saw him wave his hand casually, like lightning across the night sky, a white light flashed, and the iron gate shattered.

The Templars then ignored the watchtowers that were firing at him on either side, and rode their horses until the sandbags and bunkers in the square blocked his way.

The Templar swung his sword again, and the light of the sword formed a torrent, breaking through all obstacles in his way, and he forced a gap in the defensive line.

Ignoring the other Swiss mercenaries, the Templars galloped through the gap with only one target, Louis XVI.

Seeing the scene of the Templars showing their might, Huang Luofeng's heart unconsciously cooled in half.

"I don't want to talk about anymore."

He complained helplessly, turning around to see Muller and Mika even more shocked than him, one of their eyes almost popping out, and the other mouth was so open that their jaws almost hit their feet.

"It's not scientific." Father Müller muttered.

The words "this is unscientific" should be a deviation made by the revelator in the translation process, but the meaning conveyed is not different, and it is enough to make a priest so amazed, which shows that things are abnormal.

Qi Liuyun rushed back at this time, he approached Huang Luofeng and whispered, "How about it, should we withdraw first?" ”

"Wait, maybe there's a turnaround." Huang Luofeng said, having said that, he actually didn't have a clue at all.

What to do?

Do you have to crash?

Is history immutable after all?

Calm down! You have to find a way, otherwise if you are caught by this guy or kill Louis XVI, you will really be over, and the game will be completely over.

Just as he was meditating, he suddenly heard a very inelegant voice.

It may have been that someone was overly frightened, and everyone couldn't laugh or cry for a while, but the originally tense atmosphere seemed to be somewhat relaxed because of this.

For Huang Luofeng, this false compliment was like a thunderbolt that woke up the person in his dream, and he had a flash of inspiration, as if he had found a way to break the situation.

"I had a bold idea."

He immediately informed Mika of his idea, and the latter made a strange expression, but nevertheless took the order and ran as fast as he could.

In the central hall of the Palace of Versailles, Louis XVI and most of the court were gathered here, talking quietly and with a worried look on their faces.

The king sat on the throne, and from time to time he wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and he did not know whether it was because of the sweltering heat or because of the cold sweat of nervousness.

He felt a little dry in his mouth, so he ordered the waiter to bring a barrel of wine and prepare a glass for each of the people present, so as to ease the oppressive atmosphere.

With a loud bang, the gate of the palace exploded with a bang.

A tall figure with his feet straddling a war horse appeared in everyone's sight—a knight's plate armor covering his whole body, a white cloak painted with a blood-colored cross, and a Holy Spirit Pegasus that seemed to be real and illusory.

There was a dead silence in the hall for a moment, all eyes on the intruder, and the faint-hearted fell in fright.

"Stop!"

Several of the guards in the hall reacted first, quickly aiming their muskets at the Templars.

"You...... Who are you? ”

Louis XVI spoke with an ugly face, and even though he was forced to compose, his trembling voice betrayed his fear.

"Do you know this Scarlet Cross? Your Majesty. An indifferent voice came from under the knight's helmet.

"Your Excellency is a Templar?" Louis XVI was dumbfounded.

"That's right, then Your Majesty should understand the purpose of my coming here today." The Pegasus under the Templar throne began to step forward, "Repent deeply for the sins you have committed and be judged!" King Louis XVI of France! ”

The Knights Templar did have a bitter enmity with France, and the Knights Templar were wealthy, with thousands of castles and wealth, and were a great creditor to the King of France.

King Philip IV of France, nicknamed "The Pretty Man", was so jealous of this that he planned and eventually eliminated the Knights Templar and monopolized all of the Knights' possessions in France.

Interestingly, the then Grand Master of the Templars, Jacques de Molay, cursed King Philip IV and Pope Clement V before being burned at the stake, saying that they would face eternal judgment within a year.

In line with this, Pope Clement V fell ill a month later, and Philip IV died suddenly six months later while hunting.

"Protect the King! Shoot! ”

The captain of the Swiss Guard, Eborn, arrived with his soldiers, and dozens of muskets were fired at the Templars at once.

At this distance, everyone could clearly see that it was not the knight's armor that blocked the bullet, but a layer of faint white holy light about half a foot away from his body, and every time the lead bullet hit it, the holy light would ripple slightly, and then bounce off the projectile.

The Templars rode back, their swords pointed at the soldiers, and the light on the swords shone brighter and brighter.

"Get out of the way!"

Eborn yelled at him, and he rolled behind a nearby post.

At the same time, a blazing light erupted.

Everyone present closed their eyes in the bright light, and a huge waterfall of light swept through the hall, and the marble floor tiles in its path were all shattered into pieces.

More than a dozen soldiers who didn't have time to dodge were blasted out of the gate on the spot, and they were estimated to have been shattered. Most of the rest were also shaken by the ferocious energy, seriously injured, and almost lost their combat effectiveness.

Just as the crowd watched in desperation as the Templars turned around again to capture Louis XVI, a barrel suddenly slammed into him, and the Templars waved their hands without looking.

The barrel was unsurprisingly split in two by the sword in his hand, but its contents rained down like a torrential rain.

Suddenly, a foul smell came to my nose, and it turned out that the barrel was full of feces and urine!

The shield of light continued to function as a deterrent to the filth, and the filth that fell on it quickly evaporated, but the shield seemed to have eroded, and its surface became uneven, not recovering as quickly as it had been when it had been hit by bullets, and the Holy Pegasus hissed in pain, struggling and moving that was difficult for the Templars to handle.

The bold idea of using filth to blaspheme the sacred, it seems to really work!

The wooden barrel just now was thrown by Mika, and after listening to Huang Luofeng's thoughts, he immediately led dozens of people to quickly sweep the toilet in the Palace of Versailles, and now almost everyone has a heavy wooden barrel with a lid, and the stuff filled with it is obviously self-evident.

The Templars were confused by this, but the more terrifying was yet to come, and before he could react, more than two dozen buckets of and urine were thrown at him at the same time.

Poor knight, he could never have dreamed of what would happen to him.

The air was filled with a disgusting stench, almost suffocating, and many people couldn't help but bend over and vomit, which made the scene doubly disgusting.

Excitingly, however, the Light Shield and the Spirit Pegasus at the center of the fire had vanished, and the Templars' glittering silver armor was now covered with disgusting things.

"Shoot."

Mika commanded in a cold voice, and this time, the Templar was a normal man, his armor pierced by lead bullets, and he collapsed limply in the filth of the gunshot.