There is no doubt that the Knights of Punishment have nothing left. They have done so much with the acquiescence of the Pope that they should not have done, acting in the name of the Lord for their prerogatives, and now that the Pope is dead, it is time for them to punish the knights for their mistakes.

None of the nobles dared to take in the Knights of Punishment, for they were already notorious, and in the rumors that spread throughout Europe, these knights and priests had become executioners. Being able to kill people without any standard, this alone is enough to make any nobleman who has a crush on this group of knights think twice. Even if they were able to take in these knights, the life of the knights of punishment would be very different from what they had been before, and the unbridled and extravagant life was far from these knights. The priests who acted with these knights also felt the same way, and the good things of the past seemed to disappear only overnight. The money to be paid to restore these knights and clergy to their original standard of living could only be borne by the churches that levied the tithes and sold redemption vouchers throughout Europe, and any duke or even prince who wanted to bear a thousand correctional knights and supporting clergy would go bankrupt in a matter of days.

All of this drove the Knights of Punishment mad, and they hated the dignitaries who took advantage of them and kicked them away at the critical moment. They wanted to ransack everything and regain their old status and dignity, even though they knew that this would never happen. However, desperation led them to begin their last struggle.

Attacking the team of the Holy Maiden is the most normal thing for the knights who have begun to go crazy, if they can capture the Holy Maiden. It will give the knights a better negotiating terms. Even if you can't. This action was also enough for the Pope and the kingdoms of Europe to know the strength of the Knights. Form the most effective deterrent. With deterrence, you can get more in the back.

Either you don't do it, or you do it to the maximum. This is the crazy idea of the Knights of Punishment and the clergy who accompany them, and they have no way out but to go all the way to madness, and perhaps there is a glimmer of hope.

On the horses of these knights hung a large number of human heads, which came from their colleagues. Not all Knights and Clergy are willing to wade into troubled waters. Their Celestials did not disappear due to the dissolution of the Order, and they were still able to use divine magic, which made some of the Knights and Clergy more inclined to leave the Order and repent of their sins through penance. With their strength, if they really want to do penance and penance, there will be many ascetic monasteries that open their doors to them. Life may not be going to get better, but at least it won't get worse.

It's just that the knights who are inclined to peace like this make the mad knights panic, and they fear that this division will grow bigger and bigger, until the whole of the Knights of Punishment will be destroyed in the division. Therefore, the butcher's knife is raised in secret. Hundreds of chastifying knights and priests died at the hands of their own men. Such a move appeared almost everywhere in Europe, after the butcher knife was waved. The rest of the Knights of Punishment, no matter who they were, finally chose to continue their madness in the face of the bloody reality.

Attack the nearest castle of the minor nobles, plunder the riches inside, and then gather from all corners of Europe to await a fatal blow to the saints. It's just that the speed of the saints' movements far exceeded the expectations of these knights, and in just one night, the saints crossed hundreds of miles, broke out of the knights' encirclement, and came to the place where the two kings fought. The Knights of Punishment had to turn around and pursue the Holy Maidens.

Du Ruoxi was already sitting on an Andalusian horse, looking at the approaching line of death, and wanted to say something, but the person who could listen to her was not by her side now. Silvia, on the other hand, did not ride a horse, but stood alone on top of the luxurious carriage, staring coldly at everything in front of her. All the warriors who saw her in this posture involuntarily drew a cross on their chests, as one of St. Fleman's wives had faced more than a hundred years ago. At that time, the enemy was still the Knight of Punishment, and at that time, there were only a few dozen guards around this Flemann's wife. Even so, the brave and abnormal woman persevered for a whole day, and by the time she died, her body was bloodless, and not a single part of her skin was intact. However, she bought precious time for other intelligent beings and the transfer of humans from the two noble lords, and her statue still stands in the castle of the two noble lords.

And now, as Sylvia stood on the roof of the car, the warriors seemed to see once again the woman who had died heroically, giving everything for the sake of human and alien lives in Europe.

Sylvia's body seemed to shine with the same light as Fryman's sacrificial wife. It was colorless, but so bright that it almost dimmed the sunlight in the sky. In such a light, all the werewolf warriors let out a violent roar at the same time.

"That's what we owe you!"

They cried out that they were the lives that the woman had sacrificed to save their lives, and they and the knights of the two noble lords were waiting to pay for it. Never before had a woman's death been able to carry such a heavy burden on the werewolves, which the werewolves owed to Fryman, and now, when it was time to pay it back.

Hearing the shrill roar that rang out in the werewolf camp, Laikaon, who was driving for Sylvia, and Callisto, who accompanied Sylvia in the car, couldn't help but feel a little restless, they had not been able to find that kind of feeling among werewolves. Now they realized that it was not that they did not feel like they were like, but that these werewolves were carrying too heavy a burden, and now, everything was starting to look different.

"Stop your lame yelling!"

Female knight Jean. Duck roared angrily, "Shut up! Shut up! If you want to die, you must first obey my orders. I let you die, so that you have the right to choose death! ”

The werewolves turned their heads to look at the female knight, who was waving the banner of the Holy Maiden in her hand, which was the descendant of St. Fleman, who was protecting Europe and had been secretly patrolling Europe to ensure that Satan would not come back. Seeing this flag made the boiling hearts of those werewolves calm down a lot, and one of the werewolves shouted: "Marry me, flag bearer, marry me, give me a hundred children." I need them all to carry the banner of St. Flemann and march to all corners of Europe, so that the glory of St. Flemain can spread throughout Europe! ”

Surprisingly, the female knight did not get angry, and she even opened part of her visor to reveal her mouth. It was an unadorned mouth, the lips were thin, and the whole lip shape was not large, and it was impossible to imagine how the roar just now could come from such a mouth. However, now this mouth has become rude and presumptuous, let. Duck spat out another mouthful of phlegm on the ground, and said contemptuously, "I won't marry a waste, never!" ”

"Oh, that means if I'm not a waste, there's hope?"

The werewolves laughed in unison, and the laughter was equally unscrupulous, even if the Punishment Knights had already entered the attack range, it did not stop the werewolves from laughing.

"Ready! Get ready! ”

Let. Duck closed his armor and shouted, "Don't be afraid, don't retreat, look at them!" ”

After the cavalry of the Punishment Knights entered the attack distance, they did not pause in the slightest, nor did they let their horses rest for a moment, but continued to urge the horses, and rushed straight towards the camp of the Holy Maiden. Behind them, the clergymen chanted all sorts of prayers, and the light of magic rained down on the knights. In this way, the first wave of punishment knights slammed into the sea like a raging wave.

"Don't attack! Don't attack! Let them come! ”

Let. Duck roared as she rode forward to the front of the camp, the flag she waved in her hand that reflected like fire in the sunlight, attracting the attention of almost everyone. Whether it was the Knights of Punishment or the camp of the Holy Maiden, they were all watching the banner and watching it continue to unfurl in the wind.

The sound of "bang bang" suddenly came out in an instant, and the moment the Punishment Knight rushed into the bone trap laid by the female priestess in advance, countless hidden bone spikes showed a terrifying posture. The seemingly invincible waves of the Knight of Punishment fell apart in an instant, as if they had hit a reef at the bottom of the sea.

If the divine light of the priests' prayers is like raindrops, then these bone spurs, bone nails, and bone spears that are everywhere are like ubiquitous air, and there is no way to avoid it. In less than ten seconds, the first group of Punishment Knights who rushed up, along with their horses, were beaten to a thousand points and lay down in front of the Holy Maiden's camp.

However, there was only one such attack, and the number of female priests brought by Du Ruoxi and Du Juan was limited, and the level was only about 6 in general, so it was impossible to build an almost endless line of defense against bones. The resistance of the Punishment Knights themselves is very high, and with the blessing of the priests, the first batch of Punishment Knights can effectively resist all kinds of terrible attacks in the trap.

Therefore, although nearly a hundred Punishment Knights were killed by the trap, they almost penetrated the entire forward line of defense, and then, the defense line of the Holy Maidens was completely displayed in front of the remaining Punishment Knights.

Sylvia suddenly raised her large shield from nowhere, and struck it hard with the heavy sword in her hand. In conjunction with the statue of Sylvia, almost all the knights and werewolf warriors raised their shields at the same time and slammed them vigorously at the knights of punishment.

"Come on, bastards!" (To be continued......)