For the Father in the mouth of the Holy See, five years is just a small ripple in the long river of time, but the ripples are enough to affect the fate of many ordinary people.

Under God the Father, all are mortal.

On the edge of the royal capital defense area, traces of human walking have become extremely rare, and this is the hunting ground of wild wolves, a world of strong winds and sand.

In the middle of the hot summer, the scorching oxygen seems to burn through the lobes of the lungs, and the heat wave in the void ripples twisted in waves, and even the craziest wolf king will not choose to come out to forage at this time.

However, in such an environment, a squadron of hundred-man cavalry swept by, black light armor, black horses, and black flags, like a long black snake suddenly appeared in this world.

The whole team marched forward at a speed similar to that of a charge, and when the iron wildebeest under his crotch showed fatigue, he casually injected a large dose of stimulant through his neck, and the rare horse breed that should have been carefully cared for was squeezed every ounce of its potential.

After another half an hour of galloping through the wilderness, the leader waved his hand and ordered the troops to rest in place for ten minutes, but no one dismounted, and the temperature on the ground was even more unbearable than that of the horse, and the iron wildebeest, known for its endurance and defense, began to stir its hooves restlessly, and the hooves of the horses, the size of a bowl, trampled the ground to pieces.

The leader lifted the dust mask, revealing a face that had been tempered by the wind and sand. After spreading out the map and briefly identifying the direction, the leader nodded to the person behind him.

The man behind him stepped forward, and the moment he approached, the leader felt a trace of coolness penetrate through the gap in his light armor in such an environment, and slowly wrap around his body.

The leader saluted on horseback and said, "Your Excellency Lord Chillser, as we are about to pass through the Gale Grace, do we need to rest our cavalry? ”

The cavalry squadron leader, codenamed Chill Snake, squinted his eyes ahead, and could only see the sand and low bushes on the ground, wondering how the long-time wilderness leader could identify their location.

"How long will it take to reach your destination?"

The leader pondered for a moment and said, "Repair for half an hour to let the Iron Wildebeest recover its strength, and it will take about twenty minutes to pass through the Gale Domain, and it will be about two miles to arrive." ”

The cold snake took out his pocket watch, and a simple alchemy inscription on it allowed it to temporarily maintain normal operation even in such a harsh environment, shook his head, and said, "No need to trim it, just rush over as soon as possible, and be sure to arrive before the specified time." ”

"Even if we can reach our destination, it will be difficult for these overdrawn wildebeests to let us go back!"

With an indelible hint of urgency, the cold serpent's gloomy voice said, "We must arrive......! I don't want to be angry with him for being late, the spies who lived through the events of 'Bloody October' five years ago, and the first executioner under Lord von Lantling. ”

When everyone arrived at their destination with a body of wind and dust through layers of wind and sand, their tired eyes were shocked with disbelief.

On a barren hill, in the shade of sand, the bright red palace is like a sleeping giant prostrate on the ground, the palace door is wide open but only a darkness can be seen, in such a harsh environment the palace is surrounded by a circle of flowers, and the blooming red tulips shake the eyes of the cold snake.

"I felt a powerful and evil force that made this castle go against the will of the Father. Looking at the bloody light from the sky, the only priest in the team said with a heavy face.

Cold Snake nodded, although most of the priests of the Holy See of Seamer were pampered and sometimes insatiable and disgusting, but the priests who could follow the secret horses directly under the Inquisition to travel here obviously did not belong to this category, and had already won his approval.

What's more, as a preacher of the Holy See, the priest has an outstanding grasp of the elemental light ability and the spiritual ability, although what he said just now is a bit nonsensical, but it also makes the cold snake wary of this strange palace.

The configuration of the dark cavalry is according to the system of ten into one, ten people are a small team, and ten small teams are a squadron. At the signal of the cold snake, the squad leaders led their subordinates to disperse quickly, and with the crisp click, the double-mouth shotguns were collectively loaded, and the last team took out a mechanical compound robbery, the alchemy bullet of heavenly characteristics, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the palace, ready to snipe remotely at any time.

It is said that war is the best driving force for the development of science and technology, after five years of uninterrupted conquest of the dark forest and friction with the northern barbarians, the armament of the Bolton Kingdom is developing rapidly, and the guns that can only be equipped with part of the army five years ago are now in the hands of each person, and the ability of the armed system has also received unprecedented attention.

Of course, between the duel between the strong, cold weapons and elemental amplification items still dominate, and most of the strong people who have been selected by the battle class can ignore the threat of ordinary bullets, although the alchemy bullets still maintain terrifying lethality.

Instead of pulling out his shotgun like his men, Chillsnake drew an alloy crossbow. This special metal crossbow relies on the dual blessing of mechanical and alchemical engraving, and the close-range lethality is comparable to that of a super-heavy mechanical composite gun.

The cold snake pressed a crossbow arrow onto the crossbow machine, and the source power was slowly injected, and the patterns on the crossbow arrow gradually lit up, and the tip of the scissor was a strange red, and behind it was a blue glowing white light.

The fourth-order ability of the elemental system, the cold blade storm, plus the piercing and source power storage inscriptions on the crossbow arrow, can be the first time the crossbow arrow touches the opponent, bursting out with a power similar to the sixth-order ability, destroying everything of the extremely cold blade wind.

However, just as everyone cautiously approached, more than a dozen black-clothed soldiers poured out of the main hall, their open coats resembling the wings of black crows, and the silver badge on the left chest was an oblique cross composed of two long swords, revealing that the other party belonged to the Inquisition, and it was the brainless and murderous operation department among them.

The black-clothed soldier looked at the murderous dark horseman, did not give any explanation, and did not see the slightest warmth of the friendly army, and quickly found the gravel at the palace gate as a cover, and the large-capacity rapid-fire pistol was aimed at the slowly approaching cavalry.

The power of this newly developed firearm is far from comparable to that of a shotgun, but its high-speed burst characteristics and a magazine capacity of up to 25 rounds are enough to suppress the enveloping cavalry for a short period of time at any cost.

The most common black-clad soldier in the Operations Department is also composed of non-commissioned officers, who are at the same level as the cavalry squad leader under him, and the Operations Department has the right to act cheaply and an extremely irascible style, which makes Chill Snake feel a headache.

Although he felt offended, the cold snake still held back the anger in his heart, waved his hand, and the cavalry behind him shook the black flag, and the flag was unfurled in the wind, embroidered with a shield that was pierced by lightning, which was really a sign of a dark horse.

"Password!" shouted one of the black-clad soldiers opposite.

"Wolf Attack!"

"The snake moves. ”

After the two sides confirmed each other's identities, one of the black-clad soldiers walked up to the group and saw a sword and a musket on the combat uniform inside, indicating that he was the adjutant of the execution officer of the Inquisition.

"Is this the honorable Lord Lord Chillser?" the lieutenant took off his dust mask and saluted, revealing a face that even a woman would find awe-inspiring.

The Snake had no illusions about that face, and beneath his feminine smile was a terrifying story of blood, half of Sir Desowolf's notoriety was made by this lieutenant.

"Yes, it's Adjutant Davix, I've been ordered to pick up Sir Desolate and clean up the ...... here."

"You're late. Davix's brows furrowed a little impatiently, but there was a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, and the two different emotions appeared on his face but there was an extremely harmonious feeling, even if the cold snake was interrupted by him, he couldn't get the slightest anger, "I'll take you in....... we've cleaned up the battlefield, you just need to bring back the people requested by the cardinals, and we'll arrange the rest."

"That's troublesome, I'm deeply sorry for being late, it's our inconsiderate ....."

Before he finished speaking, Davix turned around and walked into the palace, the cold snake smiled bitterly, and also dismounted and walked in, the people behind were about to follow, the cold snake shook his head to stop them, and followed Davix into the darkness alone.