Charles patted his saddle and signaled that he was leaving, and the four of them surrounded themselves in groups of grateful villagers. If they hadn't intervened in time, the villagers who had survived would have become part of the evil gods, but only a quarter of them remained.

But in Charles' view, these people still did not escape the shadow of death. First of all, the people of the church will definitely not let these guys go, even if they can barely escape, but then they will have to face an empty granary. After the mirror image of the evil god was shattered, the warehouse full of devil fruits turned into foul-smelling thick water, and it didn't look like something edible no matter how you looked at it.

There is no one left in this village, and everyone who wants to live must leave here.

Charles glanced at the little boy who was standing by wiping his tears, the same little boy who had been clamoring on the side of the road last time to see the knight. But the eldest sister who had dragged him home was gone, replaced by an elderly man, gently holding the little boy's hand. The old man smiled kindly when he saw Charles looking at him. It is estimated that the little boy's parents also died in the previous catastrophe, and it will not be easy for the grandchildren in the future.

And the uncle who pointed the way before also lost an arm, and it is estimated that it was gnawed off by a villager who turned into a zombie.

Although the Charr kept these people alive, it was not salvation, and their nightmare had just begun.

Charles is not a messenger of justice, and he has done his job now. What he had to worry about now was the Eye of the Evil God that had opened at the zenith, and the fear that pierced into the bones Charles could still remember.

The threat of death hadn't been encountered before, but he had never encountered the feeling of just looking at each other, as if he had read everything about him. It's not a threat, it's a sworn enemy, to be hunted down forever.

I just don't know if the evil god sees the problem with his soul, which is Charles's biggest secret. He glanced at the Ouroboros tattoo on the back of his hand, which also popped up after looking at the evil god, and he couldn't figure out what it was for, maybe it was the hunting mark of the evil god. Fortunately, no one else could see it, otherwise Charles would have feared that he would be arrested as a cultist.

Bumped into a weird copy, and finally solved the problem but only got such a thing, and Charles Egg was very painful.

It's really unlucky, since he has been turned into an evil god, he must be a grudge to the point of not being able to do it. But fortunately, the two idiots of Kaelsa and Sophie were still brought out of it, and Kaelsa looked overly frightened and couldn't say anything, Sophie was normal, except that she kept clamoring for lollipops.

Charles pulled the reins and led the team out of the crowd, and all the wheat fields around them withered, and the wheat that had been vigorous before was now all prostrate in the field, and the shriveled leaves had even begun to rot.

The witch's name is Sylvia, and Kelsa digs out a journal in her room, in order to avenge her sister's death as a heretic and resurrect Kelly. The content is normal, it is her revenge record, what she did today, what she did tomorrow, what purpose and what progress she made. Which family in the village opposed their plan, and what was done with it. The only thing that caught Charles' attention was the frequent substitution of a triangle.

"Who do you think that triangle is? Sylvia's Twilight Magic was all obtained from that man. Kaelsa asked Charles, who by this time had already reached the outside of the village.

Too many possibilities, the superior head of this diocese? According to the degree of penetration of the Twilight sect, this is not impossible. Charles only hoped that he would not have anything to do with these madmen again, it would be too troublesome.

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Maggie didn't like to carry out these messy tasks either, but the mentor indicated at the junction that she should go to Xinter, and arranged for her to have a squad of more than a dozen elite knights, asking her to wait for her in Valoran's capital. This makes the confused Maggie complain, and she is surprised that the mentor has relatives in Hela, but she does not tell the mentor about meeting Charles in Hela.

Not long after entering Valoran, she felt strong magical fluctuations in the air.

It's not the spells of wizards, it's not the priests who cast their magic, it's that there are necromancers roaming the Valorans. And this strength of magic power is obviously not easy to deal with mages, so the horse team immediately changed its goal and prioritized moving towards the source of the mana surge.

"Captain! The destination lies ahead! "The young blond rider with his whip ran back from the village not far away, he was the lieutenant that the Grand Knight had arranged for Maggie, but the young man had always been interested in the pretty maiden, and worked very hard in whatever she did.

The empty village was surrounded by all the withered crops, and all the nearby villages had a good harvest, but it was as if it had been hit by a disaster. The surroundings are quiet and scary, but no matter what, there must be a few people in the village.

A plume of smoke floated out of the center of the village, and Maggie pointed with her hand, "Adjutant, what's going on over there?" ”

"The people of the Holy Cult are burning corpses, and there is a massive plague here."

These guys are so diligent? Maggie remembered that this kind of work could be done as long as the local lord sent some soldiers, and the ordinary Holy Sect rarely took action. Leaning over to pluck the dry ears of wheat from the ground, the girl looked at the empty stalks in amazement, but there were no ears of wheat.

"Everyone, forward!" The captain shouted, and the horse team in the rear followed and ran out.

Maggie's subordinates are all core riders of the Holy Light Knights, even if they have not yet converted into paladins, they can compete with the death riders with their powerful **. Smoke and dust rose all the way, and a dozen knights in cloak made a beeline for the village where Charles had been.

"Who are you?" The cremation was presided over by an elderly bald old man, who was so frightened that he hurriedly called for the guards as he saw the woman with the sword jump off her horse and go straight to him.

Several white-robed Holy Church guards pointed their spears at the woman who suddenly appeared, but Maggie didn't care, "I'm the Knight Captain of the Fifth Column of the Templar Order under the Grand Knight Commander!" Maggie Noranstad! ”

The guard, who had been resolute just now, now looked back at the old priest behind him hesitantly. The Templars are the core of the Cult, composed of elite warriors from the human kingdom, and are currently the only troops that can compete with the Death Knights. Directly under the Holy Religion, the titular commander-in-chief of the armed forces, the Grand Knight Commander Soladin, even the white-robed guards of these local churches know the name of this team.

If any of these guards were more knowledgeable, they would have noticed the surname Noranstad. The royal family of Maggie's northern Sith Kingdom, the authentic royal daughter, is a pity that she is a concubine.

The fat old priest pinched his sweat, this time it was the bishop who secretly ordered him not to tell anyone else. He saw that more than a dozen sturdy men who were following closely behind him were also surrounding, and it was obvious that his side was not an opponent.

Walking straight towards the tip of the spear, Maggie forced the Holy Guardians back, and then the woman's eyes glanced at the bald man, "Who are you?" ”

"The priest of the city of Marselan, by order of the bishop of the diocese, is here to deal with the plague."

Maggie pushed away the old bald head and walked straight to the corpses piled up on a hill, "Are all the people in the village dead?" ”

"Yes......"

"So why is there only that? There are only about 100 of them!? What about the rest of the village? ”

"Probably escaped."

Escape? Then it's too late for you to deal with it! What if the infected people of the plague run to other villages, and what about the priest in charge of this village? How is it the turn of this out-of-town guy to carry out the incineration mission.

Maggie used the blade of the sword to get a closer look at the body. The priest was covered in cold sweat and tried to reach out to stop the woman, but was glared at fiercely by a blonde man.

"That's not right! This is not the plague! Maggie slammed to her feet, "Arrest them all!" ”

"These villagers were slaughtered! It's not a plague at all, what did you bastard do to them!? The female knight picked up the trembling old priest with one hand and yelled angrily at the other, "I didn't know there was a massacre of civilians in the teachings!" ”

threw the other party to the ground, the female knight threw her sword and inserted it directly between the opponent's two fat legs, the sharp blade tore through her pants, and she was almost red, "It's all a knife to seal the throat, even the children don't let go!" ”

Screaming and squeezing back, the old priest had never seen such a battle, and his pants were wet with fright on the spot. He opened his mouth hesitantly, feeling like he was going to die no matter what he said. If he confesses to the bishop, he will die, and if he does not confess to the bishop, the female knight will immediately take his life.

The remaining few Holy Guardians were also pressed to the ground and couldn't move, and the old priest was completely desperate, even if they were still willing to fight for him, they couldn't be the opponent of the dozen or so people in front of him.

"Yes, Lord, Lord......" Before the priest finished speaking, his right hand slammed his neck, if it weren't for the old guy's real strength, it is estimated that this fierce force has already broken his neck, but his left hand desperately asked for help from the knights around him, desperately opening his mouth to say help.

The two knights around him immediately surrounded him and pulled them with their hands, but no matter how hard these two men tried, they couldn't tear off the old priest's arm.

Seeing that the old thing began to roll her eyes, Maggie pulled the knight with a lot of green tendons and directly cut off her arm with a sword. A surge of blood gushed out, but the hand still clung to it.

The two knights went up and toyed with the finger, but they couldn't get the arm off. Finally, the old guy who was clamped by the neck lay on the ground and convulsed a few times, and a foul smell came from the surface.

"He's dead." Maggie crouched down and wiped the old priest's eyes shut.

"Adjutant, record all of today's situation, you still have you, go and burn these corpses," Maggie was full of weirdness, but her thinking was still very clear, if she didn't burn this pile of corpses, it would be a real plague at that time, "and the five of you with guns, you are witnesses, and you will come with us later." ”

Looking at the old priest with a hideous face, Maggie knew what trouble she was in.