Chen Yin shook off the blood beads on the sword and snapped it into the leather card holder around his waist.

Paladins in white armor tended to each other's wounds, and the uninjured were gathering the bodies of their companions.

Seeing the paladins putting the corpses cut in half back together with a serious face, Chen Yin couldn't help but sigh:

"Speaking of which, you paladins rarely have such sacrifices, right?"

"I can't say that." Lancelot found a rock to sit down, took off his steel boots, and gently rubbed his somewhat puffy ankles.

"Although most people thought that our mission would be relatively safe, in reality there were all kinds of casualties, even more than the defense forces of the imperial capital."

"The Death Demons, the Thieves, the Little Lords with bad intentions, etc., are all under the responsibility of our Holy Judge, although most of the time they can be subdued, but there are not a few who really do it."

Lancelot said as he rubbed a yellow ointment-like object on the sprained area, wrapped the wound tightly with a bandage, and put his boots back on.

"That's right." Chen Yin was silent for a moment, "It's a very dangerous job." ”

"yes......"

"A question for you?"

"Please."

"I ...... I've never killed anyone before I've come here, and I remember the first time I took out a couple of scoundrels, my hands shaking with knives. But ......"

"But what?"

"But now, when I cut off that guy's head...... I...... I'm actually excited. Although Chen Yin couldn't see any expression on his face, his voice was a little worried.

"I could see my smile in the reflection of the blade, I never imagined that I could laugh so excitedly and cruelly......"

"I ...... I suddenly felt strange to myself, strange to myself that I had never felt before. Although the facial features are still himself, he always feels that it is another person. Chen Yin lowered his head and gradually clenched his hands, "Judging from your experience, is there something wrong with my heart?" ”

"Nope."

Lancelot stood up and moved, "It's just a stress reaction, but what you're obsessed with is not killing, but the feeling of mastering power." ”

"It's nothing, at least these little guys become real paladins, and after activating the paladin card, there will be some over-excited behavior, just wait for you to get used to it."

Lancelot had obviously seen too much of this kind of thing, and his voice seemed very calm.

"Do you know what you need most right now?"

"What is it?" Chen Yin raised his head and looked at Lancelot with both eyes.

"It's blood."

Lancelot took his mount and jumped up, "10 more, 100 more, 1000 more...... When you feel satisfied and feel that you have enough, you will naturally look down. ”

"Let's go, I know you're going to have a visit to the Cathedral of Light."

"Okay." Chen Yin nodded.

Lancelot commanded the paladins, "This place is no longer defensible, you ......"

Speaking of this, Lancelot tilted his head and asked Chen Yin's opinion.

"You can retreat to the practice building, just now my aerial reconnaissance saw that the priests have organized a line of defense there, you can go to them."

"Hear me! Why don't you go yet!? Lancelot ordered.

"Yes!"

After watching the remaining paladins withdraw with the corpses of their companions, Lancelot said, "Your Excellency, let's go too." ”

"Hmm."

In the sky, a fireball flew far away again.

This time, however, the fireball did not rush towards the main building of the seminary, and slowly flew in other directions.

"Oh no, there's ...... Cathedral of the Holy Light! ”

"They don't have a lot of achievements here, so they're ready to make a breakthrough." In the violent explosion, Chen Yin could only make Lancelot hear clearly by shouting: "Let's hurry over!" Drive! ”

As he spoke, Chen Yin slapped the angry boar's butt and ran in the direction of the Holy Light Cathedral in the lead.

……

On the other hand, the entrance of the Cathedral of the Holy Light.

A terrible slaughter is ongoing.

It was not the clergy in the church who were slaughtered, but the militia who were constantly storming the church's defenses.

"Twenty-Seven, charge!"

"Kill!!"

With a roar, twelve militiamen in rudimentary leather armor rushed forward with spears in their hands.

"Twenty-eighth team prepares!"

Twelve more militiamen came up from the rear and stood in formation.

"Are you nervous?" The officer who issued the command asked kindly.

“……”

No one answered.

"It's okay, I'm nervous too. To tell you the truth, I almost didn't cry when I first went to war. ”

The officer walked up to the twenty-eighth group of militiamen, arranged their armor one by one, held up their helmets, and kept encouraging them:

"Don't be afraid, you should be angry. Think about how hard you have worked all year, and in the end you can't feed your stomach. Think of the children you are starving to death...... Think of the helplessness of being forced into slavery by the tax collectors......"

"Don't you want revenge? I don't think so, everyone who falls into this field will be deeply angry and unwilling...... I believe that this is why you have chosen to take up arms against tyrants and greedy vampires. ”

"And now, the time for revenge has come! Our protector Pound the Great has an order to kill a priest and reward 10 acres of permanent tax-free land! And bestow the title of Lord! ”

"Friends! Your future lies ahead! ”

"Team Twenty-Eight! Charge! ”

"Kill!!"

These militiamen, with an average attribute of about 111, rushed to the center of the battlefield with their blood, and plunged into the flesh slaughterhouse at the main entrance of the church.

By the time they notice that their feet are suddenly sticky and slippery, or even that they have stepped on a soft human body, it is already too late.

A sharp giant sword slashed, and 12 militiamen were cut in half by a big sword like chickens and dogs, and the lower half of their bodies fell to the ground like pork, leaving only the upper body crying and struggling and crawling on the ground, holding out thick blood lines......

"Huh......" The owner of the giant sword took a deep breath, put the giant sword back on the ground, and stood there quietly to recover his strength, ignoring the crying militia at his feet.

"Whoosh ......"

A barrage of bows and arrows rang out, silencing the "halflings" who were crying on the ground.

As if he had known that the arrow was not aimed at him, the warrior in the white armor with the giant sword in his hand was unmoved, and seized all the time to recover his strength.

Remotely, a faint voice drifted down the wind......

“…… Twenty-Ninth Team, Charge! ”

"Whew...... Not again. The warrior clenched his greatsword again.

……

Opposite the Cathedral of the Holy Light, two figures stood on the roof of a dwelling.

"Pusiles hasn't fallen yet?" One of the young men with blond hair asked.

"Not yet, young master." The old man bowed and replied.

"What more can I say? Worthy of Pusiles? The blonde man frowned, "Or are our people so incompetent?" 50 squads of 600 people, but he can't help one? ”

"After all, he's a quasi-legendary paladin, young master." Although the old man's tone was respectful, what he said was reasonable:

"It's only a quasi-legend, but it's not enough to rely on the power of mortals. Even if all 600 people died, Pusiles would still be Pusiles. ”

"I'm just whining."

"Young Master, I want to say...... Isn't it time for me to make a move? ”

"No, it's not time." The blonde man's tone was firm.

"But...... Only a quasi-legend can fight against a quasi-legend...... If there are too many dead people...... the old man hesitated.

"We're just going to send a signal like this to make our allies think we've shed blood......," the blonde man smiled slightly, "I've just had the Flame Tyrant informed him to focus his fire on breaking through the cathedral first." ”

The old man's brows furrowed slightly: "He? That unruly guy? Will he obediently obey? ”

At the moment when the old man's words were just spoken, a huge fireball slowly flew towards the Holy Light Cathedral from afar.

"......" the old man was silent.

The young man smiled slightly: "The biggest weakness of the Ring Bearers' Guild is here, arrogance. ”

"Young master, your wisdom is as deep as the sea as the master, and the old slave can't understand it." The old man suddenly praised sincerely.

"I'll be proud if you say that." The young man smiled peacefully.

"It's going to be a long time before the winner is decided here, and I've heard that a lot of new gadgets have been found in the alchemy workshop, so let's go see what we can use......

"Yes, young master."

The blonde youth turned around, revealing a familiar face.

Pound Jr.

……

"Boom!"

"Boom!!"

The successive explosions brought violent shocks, and layers of dust fell from above Chen Yin, pouring him head and face.

"Bah, Bah, Bah......"

Spit out the sand from his mouth, Chen Yin wiped the dust off his face and looked back at Lancelot.

"Poof......haha" Lancelot was slightly stunned when he saw Chen Yin's face, and couldn't help laughing.

“…… You're also a mud monkey, and you're too embarrassed to laugh at me! Chen Yin's face was unhappy, "It's all your fault for choosing this path!" ”

"This road is the safest, otherwise if you want to enter the interior of the Cathedral of Light, you can go through the main entrance. Can the main entrance ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a violent explosion was heard again, and then the two of them wisely closed their eyes and mouths, and held their breath.

"......

In the violent tremors, large patches of dust were shaken off.

"Ahem, damn it, I don't know where he got so many fireball spells!" Finally the dust settled, and Chen Yin quickly took a few deep breaths.

"It should be the Flame Tyrant. He's a 7-star quasi-legendary Ring Bearer, as well as a master card-maker of fire-based spells. I heard that he had been living in seclusion on Skalama for more than 20 years in order to study how to make lava jets, but he did not expect to appear here. ”

"Pound's family has quite a wide range of connections? Can you even find such a person? ”

O card maker! Lava spray! It sounds like a hanging.

"Well, maybe not their house." Lancelot had other ideas, "I think it's more like the handiwork of the Ringbearers' Guild than the Pound family. ”

"Huh? Isn't the Guild of the Ring-Keepers an official organization of the Empire? How could you be involved in the rebellion? ”

"On the one hand, the relationship between the Guild of the Ringbearers and the Church of the Light is not pleasant, and on the other hand, the Keepers of the Ring are a group of people who have been guarded, restricted, and exploited by the Mogodian Empire. I'm not surprised that the Guild of the Ring-Bearers has come to this point of rebellion. ”

"So you ...... anything else?"

"It's old Pound." Lancelot sighed, "We found out before that the environment around the Imperial Capital had suddenly become bad, and too many paramilitaries had gathered near the Imperial Capital. Although I thought it was strange, I didn't have a connection with the god of war, and I was even relieved that old Pound had mobilized the army, but ......"

"We're here." As he spoke, Lancelot opened the secret door, turned back to Chen Yin and said, "Maybe even the old and cunning guy of Old Mogot didn't find out about the ambitions of the Pound family, after all, they covered it up too well......"

"No, I found out a long time ago." Suddenly, an old and unfamiliar voice interjected into the conversation between the two.

As the secret door gradually opened, I saw a silver-haired middle-aged man sitting on a chaise longue, reading a book by the light of the stove. A graceful and luxurious girl with a devilish figure was sitting beside him peeling fruit for him.

"Your Excellency the Duchess?" Chen Yin looked at the girl who was peeling the fruit in a daze.

The duchess looked up at Chen Yin and smiled, "Librarian...... Your Excellency, what are you? ”

"Bah, ......" The grizzled Chen Yin was embarrassed to retreat into the passage, patted off the dust on his body, and then came back.

"Your Majesty Mogot." Lancelot gave a knightly salute to the middle-aged white-haired man.

"Your Majesty!?" Chen Yin, who was playing with his hair, was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief.

"That's in the past." The white-haired middle-aged man closed the book in his hand, grabbed the duchess and smiled, "Now, I'm just a person who seeks refuge under the wings of the Holy Light. ”

"You said you expected it?" Lancelot asked, puzzled, "Then why didn't you ...... earlier?"

"Sorry, you're not level enough." The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "All I can say is ...... Everything Pound did was under control, and I myself was both a loser and a winner. ”

Even if it's a loser, it's a winner...... What kind of dumb riddle is this guy playing?

"To be able to live in the company of my loved ones is already taken care of by my ancestors, what more can I ask for?" For some reason, the elder Mogot does not seem to be attached to his rights and status......

Chen Yin lowered his head and pondered for a while, and suddenly an idea popped into his head.

"Millennial War...... 'Prophet' Message ......"

"So, you've chosen to accept your fate?" Chen Yin suddenly remembered the words written by Mogoth I to his descendants on the back of the map of the ruins of the Golden City.

"Huh? You seem to know? Old Mogote was stunned for a moment, and then smiled with relief, "In that case, I have nothing to hide." ”

"A thousand years ago, the 'prophets' warned ......"

"Boom!!"

Before the elder Mogot could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden and violent explosion.

This time it was different from the distant explosion that had occurred beneath your feet, shaking as violently as an 8-magnitude earthquake, and the whole room was stumbling to the side of the candlesticks, books, and everything that wasn't secured.

"Pusiles, die!"

"Boom, boom!!"

(To be continued.) )