By the time the priest of Rosada caught up with the priest Gredy who had escaped from their snare, she was already dead.

Most of the priests of the strange, strange newborn gods were women of dragon blood, they were both warlocks and priests, and they were extremely cunning, but fortunately their response to their gods was so weak that they could not cast powerful magic, so the resistance of the priests of Rosada and Ilmut was not so strong, and some of the priests escaped through the secret passages in the prayer room, and they were tracking down one of them.

She was prostrate face down on the jagged rocks, which were full of sharp corners, but she had lost the right to feel uncomfortable about it- A young priest in Ilmot turned her over, the priest's hair and clothes were almost burned, but there was nothing to admire, her skin was cracked and blackened like a burnt pig, the wound was bleeding translucent, her lips were turned upward, her swollen tongue was sticking out, although it was in this season, this place, and the time of discovery was so short, but her body was still faintly stinking, and the priests of the good gods were talking to each other, and they could not determine which brother might have caught up with her and destroyed her so completely。

You know, except for those priests who were wounded or killed in the rebellion, the other priests were only taken into custody and awaiting trial by the Grand Duke of Harvey, and if there was no conclusive evidence that they had violated the laws of the Castle, they would at most be expelled from the Castle - the Castle was not just a city, the land around it, the entire headland belonged to the Castle, and of course, now the Grand Duke of Harvey.

The priest of Rosada stretched out his hands, the morning light glittering golden on the back of his hand, and he silently asked his deity for help—a moment later a warm and gentle wind swept across his cheeks, and he smelled a fragrance that was not supposed at this time, and at the same time the creepy senior pastor withdrew his hands and bowed to Rosada with the highest respect and gratitude.

"We should go back. He said.

Priest Gredi's corpses were burned to ashes by the fireballs thrown by the accompanying mages, and then cast a spell to collect them, although it was not too bad to dispose of them in their original place and let the mountain wind take them away, but thinking of the blood in their bodies, both the priests of Rosada and Ilmot felt that it was better to be cautious.

Although the priests of Gredy did not obtain from the former Archon of Harvey, and the later Grand Duke of Harvey, the right to erect a temple and sanctuary in the inner city of Cape Fort, they nevertheless built a temple in the outer city, on a wasteland occupied by outcasts, which was a baby compared to the temples in other places, and perhaps the priests thought it was just a place of transition. But even so, the temple still had a luxury and luxury that no other temple could match, the black stone and iron doors were brought directly from the port, the doors and walls were inlaid with obsidian and rubies, the flames in the temple were unceasing, and the priests did not hesitate to pour frankincense and myrrh and other precious spices into it, and as soon as they entered, people would fall into a hot and chaotic emotion, and their minds and thoughts would be cut off from the outside as if they were outlined by a black iron gate outlined with gold threads。

This is the case in women - Nowhere was it more evident than in the wives and daughters of the merchants, who were ecstatic when they heard that the priest of Gredi was about to build the earthly palace of the goddess in the fort of Cape Pier, and before they had to quietly run over the Partridge Hill to the temple of Gredi in the White Tower to pray that they would hold their husband's favor forever, and curse their lover to die or miscarry, and that they would have a strong and continuous childbearing, so that when their husbands tried to banish Harvey the Archon and his henchmen, some women who had the trust and love of their husbands and fathers rejoiced。

In their husbands/ After their father was hung outside the council chamber and they were exiled with their own families without leaving behind, instead of repentance and chagrin, they became even more insane, either directly declaring Harvey a blasphemous, or giving everything around them (including the young children) to Gredi, or even running to Gredi's temple to refuse to come out, and after Gredi's priests had fled, they even raised their weapons and torches to confront the soldiers of the fortress and the priests of the good gods, and after finding that their resistance was useless, some women cut their necks, or。

Probably the only people who questioned the way of the Castle were the outcasts who were trapped in the wasteland, and whatever their intentions, the arrogant and cruel Reverend Gredy did not force them to take them away, but allowed them to live around the temple. While Ilmote and the priest of Rosada were walking in the mist at dawn, one of the outcast's children noticed it, and then shouted along with his companions and family, alarming the priest of Gredi, so that the whole operation was ominously flawed at the beginning.

The boy, of course, was caught, and he was full of resentment and contempt for these Gredy enemies, and when a priest of Ilmort tried to touch him, he was bitten by him.

The senior pastor of Rosada stood in the bright morning light, praying to his deity, and in front of him was a fragment of black rock knocked down from the temple of Gredi, and after a long chant and chanting, a pale golden morning light fell on the silver cup he held, and the senior pastor held it up, closed his eyes, took a gentle sip, and then slowly poured the water from the cup onto the black gravel.

Just as the black ice met the hottest flame stream, the rock melted at once, and with it shook and collapsed with the temple of Gredi, the whole temple seemed to be pinched, kneaded and shattered by an invisible giant hand, and before the senior priest could pour the whole glass of water on the shards of the rock, there was nothing left in the place where a temple had been stood, except for a few fragments of glass, which may have been condensed by the quartz contained in the black rock, the last trace of this temple left in this plane。

When the senior priest of Rosada heard people sobbing and cursing, and some angry soldiers trying to get them out of the crowd, Master Alva waved his hand, something that he could not help - these outcasts had only received some small profits from the priests of Gredi, such as wasteland that belonged to no one in the first place (they had not been taken away), cheap and effective ointments, a fairer price for their children than the thieves' guild, and so on...... But even these modest benefits were enough for them to feel grateful to this peculiar deity.

The mage shuddered at the thought that this was happening at any corner of the road, he couldn't imagine what would become of the castle if he let these priests into the castle.

"So......" said a timid female voice softly, "who should we pray to when we want children?"

"And the marriage ......contract," said one merchant dissatisfied, "is void without the witness of the gods." ”

"Make a marriage contract and go to the temple of Tyre," said Master Alva without looking back, "I want the child to pray to Chati." ”

The merchant's face suddenly became strange, of course, the marriage contract between a man and a woman in the castle is not only because of love, but more between family and family, workshop to workshop, business partner to business partner, or knight to knight, either out of the right of the family or out of consideration of profit, let the just and equitable Tyre witness - as if they were signing a commercial contract, and they will surely be able to get his protection and care, the question is...... Well, his poor children, now that the only trace of ambiguity and tenderness in the marriage ceremony is gone, let them curse Harvey and Alva, it is not something he alone can stop.

"There is no temple of Chati in the fort of Cape Beach. A soldier reminded Mage Alva. Chati was the god of the earth, and her temples were more often found in the vast plains and wilderness than in the cities.

"Chati's priest will arrive at the Pitty Fort tomorrow. Gen Alva said that before the operation, they had exchanged letters with the main temple of Chati several times, and that the head of the priests of Chati had given him a tolerant and timely help in this matter, and of course, it was also an unshirkable duty for a priest to spread the teachings and find more believers for his deity.

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Gredy stopped suddenly, walking in the abyss as a human woman, but even the most stupid devil would not think that he was lucky enough to meet a soul that had fallen from the claws of a devil or a demon. She was surrounded by dark red flames, radiating heat into the invisible distance, the soul maggots that lingered in the melting salt brine rivers melted silently into the deadly breath at the beginning, the demons either fled or prostrate on the ground as a sign of respect and submission, and in front of her, neither the lava torrents surging with rocks nor the poisonous mire soaked in blood could stop her, the towering cliffs shattered in front of her, as if an invisible sword had cut them open, countless bones protruding from beneath the fractured canyon, and the tower bridges they had built trembled and shook in the howling wind, and Gredi walked fearlessly over them, leaving a charred mark behind her.

At the end of the passage is a tower, and in the realm of the Lord of Darkness there are no less than a hundred such towers made of souls, each with countless faces and countless limbs, that will grab any soul, human or demon, seduced by their dancing and singing, and then tear it apart, filling in the fused or missing parts of itself. A soul looked down, and when she saw Greday's red robe, she let out a cry that no soul could compare, she had been Greday's priest, but she had fallen into Grazt's trap, she could not break free on her own, she was tormented all day long, she could not be freed, and when she saw the god for whom she had given her life and faith, she let out a howl that even her fellow citizens around her were horrified.

But Gredy only went straight ahead, some of the souls let out a terrible cry before they touched the width of her skirt, and then dissolved into a gray mist, others quickly dodged, and Gredi knew that they were not as sane as they were alive, and that they had only yielded to her because of the command given by the master of the tower, a blunt invitation, or a cunning gesture of overture.

She went up the spiral staircase, all the way up, and the staircase beneath her feet groaned in grief and misery...... Moaning, white arms sticking out of the walls clutched at the leaping phosphorus fire, scaly things moving between the stairs and the walls, and Gredi could hear their hissing distinctly.

The dark black door opened in front of her, and the door was not decorated with many skulls as many demons liked, but if you looked closely, you could see the faces of your relatives or friends in the two misty black doors, men, women, babies, and old people, who may or may not have died, the only thing they have in common is that their eyes are bloody, their teeth are falling out, their flesh is rotting, they confess to you, or they ask you to confess to them, their outstretched arms even carry the warmth and softness that you are familiar with- Gredy laughed at what she saw, and she strode in.

This is the favorite tower of Grazt, the Lord of Darkness, who perches high on his throne and is surrounded by his beloved female demons, banshees, six-armed snake demons, and several sphinx-faced demons, whose upper bodies are like human women, with full chests and swan-like necks, and a coquettish face, but from the **** They resemble lions with heavy blond hair, and their limbs are the same as lions' feet, with sharp, forward-curved claws and fat pads, and behind them a long dark tail with a stinger at the tip, and when they open their mouths, they are covered with three layers of interlaced fangs.

The Lord of Darkness stood up and bowed slightly to the red-robed woman, but not out of fear or respect, but more as a gesture to show himself.

"Welcome," he said, "a great surprise—Gredi of Grenada, I never thought I'd see you here." ”

"I don't think there's anything surprising about that," Gredi fixed her gaze on the Demon King who was seated again, the form of the throne was wrapped in a thick black mist like the previous door, and she couldn't confirm that it was his true nature, "I'm here in search of an ally." ”

"Who?" said Grazt, smugly, "what an honor, as far as I know, Gredi, you seem to have had a powerful ally before. ”

"Now that venerable deity is still my ally," said Gredi, "but that does not prevent me from seeking more power—and so are you, right, a devilish Grazt more like any demon?"

Grazt shrugged indifferently, his ambition was an open secret of the entire bottomless abyss.

"What can you give me?"

"More than you think. "Maybe you'd like to add a chair to your side." ”

The Demon King licked his lips, his tongue as dark as skin, with a forked tip and a hook.

He stared at Gredi, who, in his true eyes, was not a human woman in a red robe, but a massive red dragon that filled almost the entire hall, her golden eyes full of inorganic cruelty and ruthlessness, and her immense power, even if suppressed, was as violent as lava about to break through the earth.

Gredy was a dissolute and wicked female red dragon even in Grazt's memory, and she was not only happy to have sex with humans, monsters, demons and devils, but also to give birth to them and her own offspring, and build a nation on the basis of them, how absurd, but she did it - Grazt also had many children, but none of them had the blood of a dragon, and Gredi's proposal really appealed to him, maybe he could have another child like Iuz.

"Do you know what I was doing before you arrived?" Grazter said.

"What are you doing?" asked Gredy obediently.

"Listening to the sound of a temple falling. Grazt said with regret. (To be continued.) )