The scream, a scream that could penetrate almost anyone's eardrum, centered on Shayl, spread throughout the room.

Before turning on this audio, Shayl listened to the intimate prompt from the person who spread the fire, and directly adjusted the volume of the magic net to the maximum.

The 'onomatopoeia' inscription attached to the magic net drew on Shail's magic at this moment, and the audio was completely released.

The banshee's wail?

The moment Shayl heard the first wave of sounds, he knew where the harsh sound was coming from.

Only those banshees who have turned into undead can make such terrifying sounds.

The 'golden finger' given to her by the fire-bearer soon took effect, and the catastrophic wail made the tentacles that bound Shayl's left wrist disappear in an instant.

The first thing she did when she regained control of her left hand was to hold her ear.

Useful! And the results are outstanding!

The Frost Spirit had stopped attacking, and Shayl saw the eight generals in the hall disguised as the Inquisitor all clutching their heads to the ground.

Their faces showed extremely painful expressions, and their original appearance could not be maintained, and the gray mist changed into their original posture.

"No, that's not what I'm supposed to hear."

Three of the Inquisitors had already lost control and found sharp daggers that pierced their eardrums, but they didn't seem to have any effect at all.

They still clutched their foreheads and fell to the ground, their expressions becoming distorted.

The banshee's wail, though dangerous, could not have caused so much damage to humans in a short period of time.

Maybe these guys aren't human.

Shayl didn't want to think about it so much anymore, her heart was already filled with anger, both as a prince in the Land of Frost and as a personal standpoint.

What the Holy Cult Nation has done has reached a point where Shayl cannot forgive.

Anger caused Shayl to raise the sword in her hand and pierce through the chest of one of the closest Inquisitors.

Blood gushed from the inquisitor's chest and stained Shail's blade.

Shayl drew the blade of her sword and a blue inscription swirled around her, and a large number of ice picks emerged in mid-air, stabbing at the other Inquisitor.

The Inquisitors, affected by the banshee's wail, also went berserk, but their resistance was completely undisciplined, like the furious attacks of a beast when it was dying.

At the cost of a sword cut on his left arm with a sword, Shail, along with the Frost Spirit, killed all five other Inquisitors.

A large amount of blood spilled on the walls of the hall to form a horrible picture, and Shail's blade was once again pulled from the chest of the seventh living Inquisitor.

The hot blood pumped out of the corpse that had fallen to the ground and began to spread on the ground.

The eighth, the Inquisitor disguised as Marshal Amter, who was still able to maintain the appearance of Marshal Amter, was preparing to flee from here because he was closest to the door.

But the blood flowing on the ground turned into a deadly trap, and when he stepped on that puddle of blood, the frost began to spread from the soles of his feet, and by the time the other party came to his senses, it had turned into an ice sculpture.

Shail, on the other hand, walked slowly towards the priest who had run into the corner.

"Demons... You devil! The priest looked in horror at the blood-stained prince.

"You're using the wrong adjective." A large number of magical inscriptions appeared around Shail's side again, and the temperature in the entire hall dropped again, "You should say, you despicable missionary." ”

Without giving the other party much of a chance to refute, Shayl directly cast the magic of the Frost System to turn the cleric into another ice sculpture.

When all this was done, Shayl took a few steps back, and his whole body lost his strength and fell to the ground.

The prince of the Land of Frost glanced around.

The meeting hall of the fortress had long been covered in blood, and a strong smell of blood could be smelled both on the walls and on the floor.

This was supposed to be a scene that would have been there after the Frost Nation was breached.

What to do? The question crossed Shail's mind.

Those eight generals are equivalent to the rulers of the highest echelons of the Fortress, and even if they have been replaced by the Inquisitor, the other generals of the Fortress may have been killed.

The entire fortress has long been ruled by the Holy Cult Nation.

What's worse is the country of the Frost Country, Shayl doesn't know how many of the great nobles of the Frost Country have been replaced by those guys, and even worse, maybe even the king......

All the people she knew in the Land of Frost no longer seemed to be credible.

The thought swelled in Shayl, and just as a sense of cold and helpless despair invaded Sheil's heart, she suddenly saw the latest news from the fire-bearer in the text message.

At this moment, Shayl was so happy that she almost cried, and she did not understand where this emotion came from, like walking in a blizzard and running out of food, and seeing the light of a torch in the distance after his strength was exhausted.

Shayl immediately clicked on the text message of the person who spread the fire.

'How did your friends respond?' Do they believe you? ’

This news made Shayl not happy at all, her left hand was already injured, and even if the bleeding was temporarily stopped by freezing methods, she still could not move.

Shayl raised his right hand and gave the fire-bearer a reply.

'No, all my friends are disguised as Inquisitors......

After sending this message, Shayl added an owl hugging his head and crying.

‘……’

The fire-bearer replied with an ellipsis and then with an expression of stroking the owl's forehead.

Shayl had never seen this expression in the 'owl' meme.

Maybe you can go make some new friends. ’

What if those new friends could also be disguised by the Inquisitor? Shayl asked.

'Uh... I will kill them all, and if I find one, I will kill them all until all the Inquisitors are gone, or the kingdom of the Holy Religion will be destroyed. ’

Shayl read the new message from the Flame Bearer and felt something throb inside him.

She didn't want to start a war with the Holy Cult Nation, but this time the Holy Cult Nation had really done something wrong, and she would never allow those Inquisitors to appear on the land of the Frost Nation again.

Nor will it be tolerated...... Since those guys in the Land of the Holy Religion don't know how to restrain, Shayle, the prince of the Land of Frost, must teach them a lesson in blood, instead of staying here and falling into despair alone.

"Your Royal Highness!"

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door, and a strong man with a height of two meters pushed open the door, he was slightly shocked when he saw the scenery in the conference room, but he smiled in surprise when he saw Shayl sitting in the hall.

"Marshal Amter? No......" Shayl played the 'Goldfinger' sent by the Fire-Bearer again.

The other party just felt that this voice was very ugly, and after he did not show symptoms of madness, Shayl completely relaxed, this is the real Marshal Amter! He's not dead!

"Your Royal Highness Prince, I'm here to warn you that someone in the fortress has rebelled, and there may be demon spies in the fortress! I was put in a dungeon by a bunch of guys while I was resting, but they underestimated us southerners' physiques. ”

Marshal Amt walked into the hall, looked at the blood-soaked conference hall, and then at the ice sculpture not far away, an ice sculpture that looked exactly like himself.

"Marshal Amter, I'm sorry to tell you that it wasn't the Demon Clan who threw you into the dungeon, but the Holy Sect Country."

Shayl stood up and walked slowly over to the place where the president of the fortress should be sitting, and after a moment of silence, he took his seat.

"Our country is threatened not only by the demons, but also by the country of the Holy Sect."

"The Land of the Holy Religion?"

Marshal Amter seemed to have seen something unusual in the statue and the corpse on the ground.

"Perhaps, what we should really purge now is not the demons outside the fortress." Shayl clenched the hilt of the long sword in his hand, his cheeks stained with a little blood as if covered with frost, "It's those traitors from the country of the Holy Religion." ”