"Smack." "Smack."

Brando frowned as he advanced in a thin layer of viscous blood, and every time he lifted his foot, the boots pulled up long streaks of blood, disgusting.

What is even more unpleasant is that there is almost no place to put your feet, and the house is covered with a room full of corpses, and in the first few ceremonial places they can save many citizens, but here only lifeless corpses remain.

"Gross-"

The young man named Arka was retching on the altar, but he couldn't vomit anything, and what he was going to vomit had already been vomited before.

Charles floated back from a distance, hovering about a foot above the ground, and it was unfortunate to waste his magic in such a place, otherwise he wouldn't be as fast as Brando.

"None of them can still breathe, these people are simply professional killers, what a hell of a life, even the butcher knows to pray to Lord Martha before he goes under the knife." He shook his head as he spoke, and he had a new understanding of these cultists.

“…… In fact, most people die from excessive blood loss. Medisa added: "I have examined their wounds, and many of them did not die immediately after being stabbed, and it is supposed to be the ritual that took their blood. ”

Brando stopped, looking at the pool of blood in front of him that was as calm as a mirror, this thing was not a pool, but more like a drop of blood with a diameter of ten meters, and the tension of the surface maintained it at a height of thirty or forty centimeters.

The blood itself would not have such tension, and as soon as he got closer, the confluence of magic surging in his eyes condensed, and the pool of blood that was calm on the surface gushed out without warning. A twisted monster leaped from it, screaming and squirming at Brando.

Brando took a step back, the blade of flame in his hand slamming upward, and countless shards of metal fixed in the void in the shape of a sword pierced the monster's chest without hindrance, like a hot knife inserted into butter. The flesh on both sides of the blade seemed to have encountered a heat of several thousand degrees, and the bubbling and tumbling blood bubbles melted, turning into pus and blood flowing down the cracked wound.

The monster let out a sharp scream, but with a flick of Brando's left hand, an invisible ripple swept past, and the piercing cry suddenly stopped.

The nobles stood far outside the house. But the old prime minister, Niedwin, and his eldest son followed, and witnessed the scene with their own eyes.

They watched the terrible monster's head twist for a moment, and then just vanished, as if swallowed by the distorted space, and the body that had lost its head twitched. A bloody arrow shot up into the sky, but it couldn't touch Brando's body at all, and before he could get a few feet close to the young lord's side, he was pushed away by an invisible force.

"Poof."

The monster's corpse fell back into the pool of blood.

Brando glanced at the pool of blood, and the space on the left side of his body suddenly opened a crack, and he stretched out his hand, and a bottle of high-grade holy water flew out of the dimensional cave and landed on his hand.

Little Nedwin had just recognized what it was. He uncorked the bottle, poured it over, and poured the entire bottle of holy water into the pool of blood.

"Don't ......," the young Imperial Prime Minister looked heartbroken. I just wanted to say that this was too wasteful, but I saw that the pool of blood infused with holy water suddenly churned, like a living thing, and it let out a deafening scream, and then countless bubbles emerged from under the blood water, and clusters of red mist representing high temperature rose.

Such a violent reaction shocked all the nobles speechless. It was the same with little Nedwin, who continued to scream for nearly a quarter of an hour. It slowly subsided, and waited for the thick red mist in the room to dissipate. Everyone was surprised to find that the place where the blood pool was originally located had become empty, and there was only a dark black dried blood clot on the ground, and in the center of the blood scab, only a few blood-colored crystalline objects emitting a demonic light were scattered.

Brando waved his hand, and the things flew up and landed in his hand out of thin air.

"What the hell is that?" Little Nedwin reacted at this time, and asked with a slightly pale face.

Brando, however, frowned and did not speak.

The previous monster should be an oracle, with a strong aura of top-level divine blood, it should be the divine blood of the fanatical dragon Alpheus, he has never seen this kind of divine blood infected divine envoy in the game, but the player has his own set of judgments.

This oracle was only in the nascent stage, and its strength was no less than that of the adult Earth Emissary he had met in Chablis, and he couldn't help but wonder where these Black Fire Cultists had found this thing.

In the past games, the most common is the four-element blood oracle, and then the dark god and the thunder god's blood oracle, of course, this excludes the disciples and grandchildren of the magic tree Fenlidos, and the golden magic tree is almost a newcomer killer in the game.

He turned back to the young man not far away and asked, "Arka, do you know what the Esoteric Cultists are summoning?" ”

Arka's face turned blue, and he saw that the dried blood scab and stomach churned again, but fortunately, he had already vomited clean, and at this time he only felt uncomfortable like searching his intestines and scraping his stomach, and after vomiting some jaundice water, he replied with a golden eye: "Lord Hui, the mystical cultists have declared that they will summon the archangel Akroma to end the rule of the empire......"

"Nonsense," interrupted little Nedwin, "look at this, only fools and fools would believe their nonsense. ”

"They're supposed to be summoning the evil god Fridrich."

Old Nedwin suddenly spoke.

"Evil God Fredridge?"

Vaynd evil gods do not have a thousand or eight hundred, and it is not a kind of divine blood that corresponds to an evil god, and there are many products of the failure of the gods, and players may not be able to recognize them.

The old prime minister nodded silently: "This is related to the origin of Rushita, in the battle of dusk, the angel Eroma with the holy sword killed the evil god Friedrich here, and later the king of fire Geert found the archangel shield on this ruin, and established Rusturt, so this place is not only the place of sacrifice of Eroma, but also the place where the evil god Friedrich fell." ”

Brando understood. In this case, they intended to resurrect the evil god in the name of Eloma. How powerful is this evil god? ”

Just like the many types of evil gods, the strength of evil gods is often uneven, powerful evil gods such as the evil god Somali forged by the blood of the god of thunder, and the magic tree Fenlidos forged by the blood of Gaia, all of which are close to the strength of gods in legend - although they are not high-ranking gods such as the Seven Dragons and the Elemental Lord, they are also close to demigods such as the giant god Milos.

What kind of strength does Milos have. Brando couldn't be clearer that a remnant of the demigod will in the Dead Frost Forest almost wiped out the world, and it is conceivable what kind of level the fully embodied Milos is.

And the weaker of the evil gods is not easy to say. Just like the evil god Fridrich, who can be hacked to death by a holy angel, although Akroma who holds the holy sword is the holy seat of the Temple of Fire, his strength will not exceed that of the silver body.

Of course, this is the real body of silver. It's a different story from the Silver Body that players forged with War Slate.

Old Prime Minister Nedwin didn't know that Brando's mind had classified the evil god Fridrich into the 'weak' class, but the natives' perception of power was obviously different from that of the game-widening players in the later game. He was silent for a moment before he replied, "In any case, at least the step of the sage has been taken, this is no longer something you and I can recognize, if they can really resurrect the fully embodied Fridrich, I am afraid that the empire will suffer an unprecedented catastrophe." ”

Brando was thinking to himself, what is there above the sages that cannot be recognized? But after a few moments, he reacted. From the old prime minister's point of view, this seems to be true.

Crossing the sages, what is that concept?

Proud people of silver. Among the dozens of wizard leaders for thousands of years, only William and Solomon are rumored to have crossed this line of man and god. But in fact, William was proven to be only at the peak of the sage realm in this era, and the arrival of the Great Demon Tide had a greater impact on the lower levels, and had little impact on the upper levels. So until after the year of the spark, William still couldn't cross this line of man and god.

but Solomon. It is indeed the strength of a silver body, the god of mages. It's not a rumor, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to dominate the Silver Alliance for thousands of years.

And the dragon that seems to be more powerful has only two heads that have crossed this line of human gods for thousands of years, the former is called the almost god-like Shuwenloth, and is regarded as the successor of the next generation of dragon gods, once her golden body breaks through to the power of existence, then it is the first new god after Vaind left the god.

And the latter is the hero of the dragon and the human in common, the dragon of the sky, Taioskraz, this title illustrates a qiē, its golden body is slightly weaker than that of Juanloth, but it is also a demigod.

These two dragons are the only two remaining demigod dragons in the entire dragon clan.

Therefore, once you cross the sage, it is after the holy realm, whether it is bronze or gold, it is the level of the holy position, but the difference is between the power of the general holy position and the power of the demigods.

The reason why evil gods are called gods is precisely for this reason that for mortals, even a person like Old Nedwin, who stands at the pinnacle of mortal power, has to look up to the realm of gods.

So it is not surprising that this old man has such a perception.

However, for Brando, in the post-slate war era, players have generally entered the pre-bronze body, which is the ultimate that the people of black iron can reach, and its strength is probably equivalent to that of a weaker divine servant, but the player - or the game version - has found a different way, using the war slate to simulate the power of the superior law, so that the player can civilize the silver body, this silver body is still a certain gap with the real silver holy position, but it can also reach the level of the middle stage of the bronze body, and can have some abilities that the bronze body stage does not have.

For example, Brando's immunity to dark power and negative erosion is something that the Bronze Body does not have.

Players who have had this experience have killed real demigods more than once, such as the war with Isis, so there is no longer much fear of the so-called demigods, let alone a mere evil god Fredridge.

But Brando also knew in his heart that if the Black Fire cultists really resurrected the evil god Friedrich in this era, it would be a big problem.

Good thing here is the Empire.

"We've destroyed a lot of ritual places along the way, and we must be able to disrupt the arrangements of these secret cultists," Brando replied after a moment's thought, "but it can be seen that such places are scattered all over Rustet at the moment, and we can't spare our hands to pull them out one by one, this is just a small lesson, and the accounts of me and the shepherd have time to calculate, and our main goal for now is to go to the White Rose Garden." ”

Old Nedwin nodded, he knew very well in his heart that Brando's attack on the cultists was just for revenge, and he could not and did not have any reason to help the Silver Queen solve the current trouble, and after a short time together, he also almost understood the temperament of this Earl from Eruin.

He had no objection to that.

The old prime minister stood at the center of the imperial storm precisely because he knew when to stand his mind and when to compromise.

"Those Esoteric cultists can summon evil gods, why doesn't the Empire summon the archangel Akroma to deal with them?" At this time, Arka on the side suddenly asked.

"How can it be that simple," little Nedwin shook his head: "The cultists chose to resurrect Friedrich by sacrificing, I don't know how many people had to be sacrificed, what country's royal family on the mainland would dare to do this?" What's more, even if it is in other ways, it needs the relics of the Sage, and I don't know the remains of the evil god Fredrich that the Shepherd found there-"

"Sage relics?" Although the young man had a better mind than ordinary people, his knowledge was limited after all, and he asked with some puzzlement: "What about the shield of Lord Akroma, isn't that angel's shield standing on Victory Square?" And I've heard that the remains of Lord Angels have been guarding the empire beneath the imperial capital—"

"Although the shield was retrieved by Lord Flame, it is actually just a symbolic thing," the current Prime Minister shook his head, "For Lord Akroma, its most important weapon is its sword, which is why it is called the angel with the holy sword—as for the holy relic, it is actually just a mutilated finger bone, let alone needed." ”

"Archangel Airoma," Brando suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Archangel Eroma, is it the Holy Throne Angel who holds the holy sword, the Angel of Jin Yan, Airoma?" ”

…… (To be continued)