The emissaries of the kingdom of God were summoned by the priests to meet the black iron golems with an aura of evil, and they let out a silent cry under the shroud of holy light, and the emblem flashed like stars on their chests, and Leona raised her flaming sword—a weapon she had only used for a short time in her lifetime, and in her years as a princess and queen, she could only wear a ceremonial rapier at her side, otherwise it would have been seen as a distrust of the knights and guards around her— But the moment she returned to Tyre's knees, what suddenly gushed out from the depths of her soul was her dream. She had wanted to be a ranger, a brave, rough, unscrupulous warrior, wandering around in the sun and moonlight, drinking with the dwarves in the dark caverns, chasing the wind and the birds with the elves, pulling up the anchor with the sailors when the first rays of the morning sun fell on her, watching the white waves on the bow of the ship, breathing deeply, letting the salty, cold air of the sea rush into her lungs.

But she still gave up, and when the Normans of the Highlands unfortunately fell into the hands of absurd and stupid rulers, she was still the Norman princess after all, and the heir that her father expected, and perhaps the old king, who had to choose his daughter, never imagined that Leona could do better than he thought - She had only been in power for three or four years, but during Birdwin's seven years as Norman king, she was also the mentor and overseer behind the scenes, and although she never liked the heavy and complicated government documents, nor was she interested in intrigue and deceit, she persevered, whether it was the disrespectful rumors that circulated in the secret, or the burden of illness and curse on her, or the disappointment and despair of Birdwin Donkray— Unable to defeat her, she not only did her duty, but also raised two excellent heirs for the Norman of the Highlands and Castle Thunder.

That's why, though she wasn't a devout follower of Tyre, and even questioned the god's choice at first, she heard the god's forgiving cries in the mourning wasteland.

Her faith was firm and pure in the light of God's kingdom, and even though she was only a woman in her lifetime, the warriors of Tyre never relied on fragile flesh, and the loud noise they made when they collided with the Black Iron Golem swept through the canyon— Yes, the Warlocks, and their Golems and Slaves were stopped here, and from the sky, the dark green canyon was lined with thin colored lines, and in front of the group of Warlocks in bright red robes were ragged slaves, and in front of the slaves were black golems, and the golems were confronted by summoned warriors of the Kingdom of God covered in gold and white holy light, and behind them were the priests of Rosada, Tyre, and Ilmot, dressed in gray and white priest robes, mixed with druids in gray-green cloaks。

The black iron that makes up the body of the golem not only has the insensitivity of ordinary metals to magic, but also has a strong resistance to magic because of the relationship between the unknown evil ingredients added to the quenching, and because their bodies contain a soul that is already evil and cunning enough, before the messenger of the kingdom of God comes, the priests must also temporarily avoid its edge- But when the warriors of the Kingdom of God wield their weapons, they were not only able to deal blows to their hard black iron bodies, but their weapons were also able to pierce into their inner souls, which was exactly what the messengers of the Kingdom of God, especially the Tyre warriors, could do, and neither mortals nor priests could achieve.

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"Missing Feet" Screaming in pain from the black iron golem that imprisoned him, but also gave him strength, he did not understand what had gone wrong, whether it was himself or someone else, he only knew that after returning to the feet of his one true god, Ciric, he had not received the other eye of this god for his self-proclaimed piety and great merit, and he was frozen in the walls of the palace of the god of conspiracy, along with the last remnants of many lowly villains, whose eyes were like gems set in the siding under the false power, examining and peeping at every person or god who entered for their true god, and the tongue that was used to betray his companions was pulled to the length of hundreds of feetThey are woven together into a soft red silk carpet on the ground, and when unwitting souls step on the silk carpet, they are stuck like insects trapped in carnivorous plants, and then dissolved in the acid secreted by the base of their tongues, so that these hungry souls can be satisfied.

But more often than not, they were trampled and torn by countless feet, feet, and claws, and just when the "Missing Feet" felt great pain, he was separated and placed in the hands of the priests of Shirek, and from their hands came to the dimensional bag of the dragonborn warlock Ostal as a soul tempered by Shirek's torture, "Missing Feet" Undoubtedly more vicious, more cunning, and more hateful than the grey-robed souls that have been brought from the battlefield of humanity, it has the upper hand in the souls that fill the Black Iron Golem, and it can almost be said that if the Golem is human, then the "Missing Feet" are their leader and overseer, who not only participates in the battle, but also makes sure that each Golem has done its job, and that it is not shaken by the brutality of the killing.

It's an easy good job, "missing feet" He was not afraid to betray and assassinate his accomplices, not to mention their enemies and mortal civilians, and for the first time after becoming the master of the Golem, he felt so strong and invincible, and when he rushed towards the priest of the false gods, countless evil thoughts surged through his heart, and he wanted not only to kill them, but also to run over every inch of their bodies and souls, and he longed to hear the wails of these arrogant men, and to see their flesh and blood bloom bright flowers at his feet— He also believed in the promise of the warlocks that it was not very difficult to revive a soul in an ownerless body, and he had heard a long time ago that there was a spell that could rotate a soul among countless bodies, as was the case with a famous assassin, so no one could recognize him - who could identify everyone?

But what "Missing Feet" never imagined was that he would still be injured, not only by the appearance of Black Iron, but also by his soul, and he looked at a bright, crooked blade that pierced through the darkness, and it slashed through Black Iron as if it were splitting real flesh, and then cut off half of his body, "Missing Feet" Funny, the skull split in half screamed in pain, and the intense fear of true extinction, the light cast into the black iron golem's gap allowed him to see the enemy completely, a female warrior of the kingdom of God, whose breastplate, with golden scales and hammers glittering, and it was the flaming sword she held in her hand that cut through his golem and soul.

The evil spirit let out a soul-shaking scream, he could feel himself dissipating, and in the darkness, a force was telling him that this was the final end, that he could no longer be resurrected, or even continue to exist as a part of Ciric's palace, and that the utter despair and anger caused the gray-black muddy water to overflow the gray-white souls of the "missing feet" - they would be "missing feet" Reconnected, and with bristles and barbs growing on his back and arms, and his face elongated with non-human features, if there were demons here, he would be glad that he had found a good material - after all, this was the main material plane and not the bottomless abyss, and it was quite rare to find a soul maggot that could still partially hatch without the power of the abyss.

Leona heard the warnings of her companions, her time in the kingdom of God was still very short, she had not yet faced the devils and demons in the abyss, but she could feel the breath of the other party degrading further, the oppressive and abominable smell made her unbearable, she drove her weapon, the flaming sword and shouted in the void, this time, she cut off the "missing foot" But the next moment, the broken soul was freed from the Black Iron Golem, and his missing feet were quickly replaced by the hairy feet of countless insects, which were in a commotion, some forward, some backward, some left, and some right, each of which seemed to have its own will, but it was not funny, it was only creepy. And the change of "missing feet" was not yet complete, and from his skull, which was tilted to the sides, another shiny thing arched, and Leona had to pause to realize that it was the effect of the fly's compound eyes after magnifying it thousands of times.

She swung her curved sword again, but this time, the formless demon finally found an opportunity to invade its filthy interior, and the originally light flaming sword suddenly became heavy, and the jet-black color spread upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the angry cries of the other Tyr knights, a dark shadow suddenly enveloped Leona in its entirety.

Berdwin grabbed the Flaming Sword, the remaining light on the sword pained him, but the sharper filthy aura produced by the birth of the demon not only contaminated the Flaming Sword, but also entered Berdwin's soul through the wound created by the Flaming Sword. At this moment, Enraged by Baldwin's actions, "Missing Feet" waved his deformed arm, which had also changed, and dealt a heavy blow to the Black Iron Golem that Berdwin was in, which caused the golem to make a gap, and Baldwin fell, revealing Leona, who had lost his weapon after his body, but as "Missing Feet" tried to finish his previous job, he was blocked by a dark black wall of thorns.

For the first moment, Leona thought it was a spell or magic cast by some mage or priest, but the next moment, she realized that it was none other than the creation of a new demon.

When a demon is born, his aura is pure and rich, nourishing not only himself, but also infecting everything around him - in the abyss, other soul maggots will accelerate the rate of metamorphosis, and in the main material plane, humans will fall, elves and dwarves will die, animals and plants will be demonized, and solid land will be turned into mire or saline land - this is the demon, and his birth can only mean pain and despair. "Missing Feet" was only instinctively trying to defile his enemies and force her to degrade or perish, but these were accepted by Berdwin, who had been watching Leona.

He was degraded faster than the "Missing Feet", that is, he may have fallen deeper than the "Missing Feet" - the first thing Leona and the "Missing Feet" saw was a bush of thorns, rising from the ground into the air, and then the thorns were torn apart, revealing a pale male body, whose limbs were made entirely of thorns, and the eyes, mouth, and ears were also pierced with thorns, "Missing Feet" He hesitated for a moment, as a demon that had not yet been fully born, he instinctively felt fear, every demon was like this, but the human part made him hesitate, after all, the other party didn't seem to be very powerful, he only delayed for a moment, but for Baldwin, it was enough.

His pale abdomen suddenly cracked, and from it came thorny tentacle-covered wrists and feet, which clung to the "missing feet" like an octopus devouring a crab, quickly bringing the wriggling demon embryo into its "mouth".

Then he turned to Leona, who had no eyes, but Leona could feel that he was "looking" at him, and the Norman princess showed a look of true mourning, and after the love had faded, she had hated Bedwin, and hated him for his deception and ruthlessness, and for his hypocrisy and shallow faith, but it was only at this time that she realized that she still loved him, but it was too late for any of them......

Baldwin had almost completely lost his form as a human soul, a thin layer of skin covering his wrists, feet, and thorns, but Leona could recognize him as he could recognize Leona under the light and armor.

The newborn demon bowed his head with difficulty, he could almost smell the familiar scent, the forces within him clashing, a voice calling for him to tear apart the messenger of the gods, but the only will he had made him make another decision.

"Goodbye, Leona. He said softly.

When the voice reached Leona's ears, she thought it was a bland statement, only to realize that it was an imperative, and she clenched her hands, and the flaming sword shrouded in holy light took shape before her eyes again.

Her flaming sword pierced directly into the demon's heart, and from that point on, the white flames began to burn the demon's entire body, and even in the end, the demon did not make a single movement of resistance or make a sound.

In the main material plane, there would be no trace of the demon's body, and the gray-white embers would be swept away by the wind and disappear into the air.

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And at the same time, in the deepest part of the bottomless abyss, one of the twin snakes of order and chaos, the origin of the abyss, the serpent of chaos Ahriman trembled slightly.

Soon, it said to itself, soon.

Its power has given birth to seeds on the earth.