Swallowing the last scrap of flesh on its arm, it looked at the human monk in the new red gloves, and seemed to see the fear, sorrow or despair that should have been intense. Greedy and waiting, but it has never seen this kind of hunter's gaze at its prey, it does not like this strange human gaze, which makes it feel the greatest insult, and a manic desire to kill surges, even the Kamodoron water snake twisted its huge body, and the entire sewer shook slightly.

The priest who held the staff and the canon still did not have the consciousness of being a prey, but took a step forward and said: "Actually, the earliest deformed creatures such as half-orcs were born in the stage of the epic continent, all half-orcs were prey, and humans were hunters. ”

The orc leader smashed his fist on the forehead of the Kamodolon water snake, and the giant snake immediately calmed down, and the young but strong half-orc smiled: "Let me guess, are you Chanistine in Jupiter City, or Peter in the southwest, or Augustine in the northeast?"

Augustine tilted his head slightly, puzzled, and the copy of the Ivan Catholic Canon, which had been used in the seminary of Francis as a metropolitan, had been spread out.

It didn't seem to be in a hurry to hunt down Augustine's accomplices, but still explained in the official language of the Empire: "I have seen all three lists of the three branches of the Night's Watch, and I remember the names at the top of the list very clearly, in addition to the arrogant, there are also strong people in the human race, and this time I will introduce you into the sewers of Descartes, and the target is a stalwarts human like you." I drain your stamina and fighting spirit with the mentally retarded Carmen and a Kamodolon water serpent. And then start a hunt where the loot is the fresh body of a human, wouldn't it be fun?"

Augustine said flatly: "You have a lot of words. ”

The orcs jumped off the Kamodolon water serpent, as if ready to act, and laughed, "Isn't it something to brag about mastering the official language of your Holy Empire?

Augustine felt that this must be a rare narcissist in the history of orcs.

"I like to take off the heads of my prey with my own hands. ”

By the time he uttered the full words, he was already less than ten meters away from Augustine, and his sturdy body was running wildly on the ground like a cat, silently, which completely subverted Augustine's mind about the way the orcs attacked, and he felt that this deformity, cursed by the gods and humans together, should move forward with both hands wielding a great axe.

Augustine remained standing still, his ancient staff in his hand tucked into the ground. Chanting: "Mattei verse 14: He who hates me reproaches my land. Those who criticize me do not believe me. They will all be in purgatory, suffering for eternity, and there will be no liberation. ”

The pages of the Ivan Catholic's Canon, spread out, are strangely not bound together, but are stacked in an orderly manner in the parchment, and with Augustine's solemn chant, the pages of the Viking Cathedral of the Florence Seminary float into the air and levitate around Augustine. It forms a three-dimensional double triangle. Yellowed pages, delicate map arrays. The sight of the Night's Watch standing behind the staff provoked the wrath of the members of the heretical race.

The orc leader at the front of the mouth pulled a violent smile, and the blue tendons on his forehead slanted and the protruding jaw carved a totem-like pattern. He had collected forty-three pairs of red gloves.

It's just that for this young powerhouse who likes weak and delicate human female xing far more than rough female xing half-orc, the most beautiful collection is always the next one.

At the moment when it seemed to want to savagely rush towards Augustine, the half-orc with a burly body made a ninety-degree turn that was so dexterous that it was so clever that it jumped to the side, and its limbs came into contact with the sewer wall and catapulted behind Augustine, and after landing, this seemingly well-limbed intruder turned his head and glanced at the opponent's back, and its men also began to launch a collective offensive that made the aisle tremble, no matter how sacred and strong the barrier composed of the pages of the papal canon was, it would be torn apart without suspense, and it could even imagine the wonderful scene of this human body being torn apart by sharp claws。

"Dust will return to dust, and unclean souls will return to the abyss of silence. ”

Augustine, who was expressionless, said coldly, the first Matsugo Blue Purification Chain Magic Array happened to be at the feet of the group of heretical races that rushed wildly, accompanied by his religious-style chant of compassion, the light flashed, and a rigorously carved pattern appeared on the road, and the subtle light flowed like a silver gossamer, climbing around their feet, and then going upstream, the bodies of these heretics were not unusual, but they seemed to be bound by these silver-white wriggling filaments of light, and they let out a heart-rending roar, especially since the birth of the raceThe "most unclean" orcs, with their strong physiques, oozed scarlet blood from their nostrils and the corners of their mouths.

The half-orc leader opened his bloody mouth, roared and roared, his body bent forward and leaned forward like a tight giant bow, his toes were a little, the ground was trampled to pieces, his body was like an arrow rushing towards the dense pages that were overflowing with white holy light, the originally stationary pages automatically launched a defense, and its body made a burning sound as soon as it touched the page formation, which was no longer purely the burning of the soul by the purification chain, and the ** of heresy. It also caused damage that could not be underestimated, but these scars did not force back the half-orc leader, on the contrary, its humanized face revealed a kind of fanatical joy that was not rational at all, and its huge fist smashed into the enchantment like a torrential rain, and in the process, it peeled off from the luxurious clothes of a human nobleman's corpse into pieces and fell off, revealing a terrifying body with scars that were crisscrossed and crisscrossed, and the scars that were still as deep as ravines after scars were as hideous as the darkest beast totems.

One by one, the pages were destroyed, and Augustine had to continue to spend the few remaining copies of the Ivan Patriarchal Canon in order to keep the barrier intact.

The first Matsugo Blue Purification Chain was not enough to contain the rampaging dark xenomorphs forever, and the manic heretics who had broken free from their imprisonment once again rushed towards what they saw as cunning and despicable young night watchmen, their only thoughts on their minds being to crush every inch and bone of the papal friar's body.

Book 1, Gospel of Taiya, Verse 1: Darkness is a rest of light, not eternity. ”

Augustine threw away the Ivan Patriarchal Canon, which was only the book cover. Placing his hands on the top of the staff inlaid with the dragon eye of the dark dragon Titan, the black dragon eye sphere containing the purest chaotic energy immediately appeared a huge bright red pupil with a ghostly eeriness. The core of the larger and narrower Matsugo Blue Purification Magic Array, the core of which was not abundant, Augustine used the Titan Dragon's Eye as a medium, and finally succeeded in activating this large magic array, and this sewer was like a mirror world shrouded in the first rays of sunlight shining through the window into the ancient cathedral.

The filthy aisle was suddenly covered with brilliant gold threads, and the gorgeous matsugo blue purification chain line pattern was shocking, and the light filaments wandered, as if everyone was on the surface of a bright lake, and the dragon's eye staff in the center of the lake seemed to sink to the bottom of the lake. For every inch of sink, the light shines brightly. In addition to the most powerful members of the orc race, weaker dark creatures like the Kamodolon Water Serpent are already in the realm of soul vanishing.

The orc leader was surprisingly quiet. Allowing the filaments of the Matsugo Blue Purification Chain to scorch its soul full of dirt in the eyes of humans, the brutal face that was absolutely not in line with human aesthetics revealed a fiery expression, and said in a tone full of emotion: "It's really like fighting against the High Inquisitor of the Holy See." ”

Augustine didn't expect this purification chain array to really wipe out the souls of all heretical creatures in the sewers, even if it was a magic array with the Titan Dragon's Eye as the core point, it was impossible to flatten the entire lair in one fell swoop, so he pulled out the brilliant and crystalline magnificent staff and quickly retreated. Nearly a hundred canon pages fluttered around the suspended body. Imprinted on the bodies of orcs and dark creatures, the unclean bodies of the Qularan characters and the filaments of the Purification Chain wrap around them. Causing even greater screams and roars, Augustine, who drew his staff of dragon's eye, did not fight, turned and retreated. During this period, he did not forget to give the half-orc leader a merciless thrust, especially its head was hit by the dragon's eye staff, beating it into a bloody and bloody terrifying head, and its life and death were uncertain.

When Augustine was about to reach the turn of the sewer, the holy aura of the Matsugo Blue Magic Array finally dissipated into the dust mist, and the smelly sewer liquid mixed with the fishy smell of corpses and the pungent slime of various dark races was even more terrible than the smell released when the Greon Carnivorous Flower melted the animal's body, Augustine, who turned into another sewer, took advantage of the gap between the turns to glance at the orc leader who stood still like a statue, and had a strange premonition, suppressed this emotion, pressed his hand on the wall, and shouted: "Seal knot, bondage." ”

In an instant, the walls of the two sewers where Augustine stood at the turning point appeared at a certain distance from the pages of the "Canon of the Ivan Archduke", each of which seemed to have a link of light, making the two sewers build a meticulous cage, and although the dim light they bloomed was not as dazzling as the Matsugo Blue Purification Chain, it caused several heretical creatures who rushed to pursue Augustine to be covered in bruises, and they had to face countless tangled holy filaments of light with each step forward, which seriously hindered their progress.

Augustine took the opportunity to retreat, he was a man who was accustomed to reserving a retreat for himself, and this was true of these two magic arrays, as well as keeping in mind the route ahead, so his retreat was extremely swift and unstuck, and he envisioned the worst outcome from the beginning, even if he really needed to face the bleakness, he would not be slaughtered.

Thirteen lairs and thirteen battlefields, I'm afraid this one is the most inexplicable.

The body of the orc leader, whose head had been almost shattered by Augustine, appeared in a bright red pattern identical to the imprint on his jaw, Yan was as beautiful as the most delicate rose, which was in great contrast to the rude orc figure, its skeletal muscles healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the light created by the sacred pages tainted with the smell of the church touched its body like ice and snow touching boiling water, quickly melting and turning into mist.

The hole connecting the nest slowly walked out of a young woman with the appearance of a human woman, a pair of beautiful but lifeless cold eyes, the snow-white face because of the depiction of a scarlet and charming totem can not tell whether it is beautiful or ugly, most of the face is covered with bright red pictures, it is a wonderful creature with teeth and claws that is not a dragon or a snake, the lines are delicate and delicate, but the overall effect is majestic, enchanting and cold.

A pitch-black python with six heads and a silver serpent with four snow-white heads clung around her graceful body, these two snakes were far from being matched by creatures like the Kamodolon Water Serpent, and all the dark creatures except orcs retreated.

As soon as the young orc leader saw her, his face changed drastically, and he immediately restrained his pride and anger, and knelt down on the ground with the other members of the heresy, and said in the language of the Barbarian Continent with reverence and humility: "Dear Shaman Walong, please forgive the incompetence of the Nikolai Eleon. ”

The mysterious woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, glanced at the yellowed pages of the Ivan Grand Duke's Code of Religion plastered the walls of the sewers, and said in a mechanical and rigid tone, "Isn't the Nikolai tribe, whom even the four great gods of the wilderness despise, rich in arrogant incompetence?" ”

Racial honor has always been regarded by proud orcs as more important than life and more important than personal dignity.

Even in the face of a great shaman who had risen to the top of the Wild Continent's power pyramid since birth, the proud orcs couldn't help but express their dissatisfaction, and only the youngest but most powerful leader, Eleulun, remained unchanged at all. But two of its men stood up, but before the two orcs could argue with the shaman who despised their entire race, they were horrified to find that they had lost control of their bodies, and then the two orcs first gouged out their eyeballs and chewed them in their mouths, then began to bite the muscles in their chests, tearing off piece by piece, then devouring them, gouging out the skin and guts, and finally munching on the stomach and intestines mixed with fresh muscles, and they slowly ate most of their bodies。

She looked with interest at the cruel picture she had single-handedly created, and her indifferent expression first curled the corners of her mouth, and then a complete smile appeared, laughing upside down.

Listening to the creepy sound of chewing bones, Eleolon still lowered his proud head, which was usually only humble to the patriarch, and said nothing.

The rest of the orcs were not afraid of death, but in the face of the great shaman's outrageous means of creating a long and cruel process of death, they were as silent as cicadas, well-behaved and docile as kittens, they were accustomed to eating raw meat, but they had never tried the taste of their own beating internal organs.

The woman known as the Great Shaman of Walong looked at the young half-orc leader who still faintly appeared like a rose pattern on her body, her eyes were like silk, but this kind of charm gave people a stereotypical feeling after all, as if she was simulating the emotions of a human female xing, she was slightly surprised: "Interesting, I didn't expect that the Nikolai tribe really has a little guy who is more human than a human, your name is Eleulun? Get up, I will take you out of this dead city." As for the rest of the waste, let me think of it as a small trophy that I have given to the Inquisition and the Patriarch's Court. ”

The woman with two snake pythons, one black and one white, coiled around her body, walked to the depths of the sewers, and everywhere she went, "The Code of the Ivan Grand Duke" The pages of the book fell to the ground, one by one soaked in dirt and lost all holiness, and it was no different from ordinary paper, and Eleulon followed, it was just a not low-ranking executor of this operation, like most headless flies wandering around this labyrinth of the night watchman or the white-robed shepherd, they did not know the true intentions of the upper echelons at all, they were just black and white chess pieces of Amir's shield chess, and the great shaman in front of Eleulun was one of the few hands holding many chess pieces behind the scenes, following her, Eleulun was not afraid of not smelling the fresh air of the savage continent。

Walking through the intricate beehive sewers, it finally couldn't help but ask, "Great Shaman Walong, didn't you cut off the head of the white-robed shepherd with your own hands, take off the banner of the Knights Templar, and cut off the arms of the night watchman?" I will give my life to pave a path for you. ”

In her prominent position as a great shaman, she stretched out her slender fingers and gently stroked the snow-white body of the white snake, even if it was a smiling tone, it still made people feel the slightest affection, and said: "'Great'? ”

Bloody, when I hear this word, I think of the tragic situation of my companions.

Eleon's face twitched slightly, if he was able. It must have broken the neck of the great shaman without saying a word, and in the few years that it had infiltrated human society, it had not only learned aristocratic calculations. It also knows how to put a mask on itself, so it can only refrain from remaining silent.

The darkness seemed to her as day, and she didn't hesitate for a moment, and she didn't encounter any obstructive characters along the way, and she said seemingly nonchalantly, "If I have time, I will definitely study the young magician's head." Little one, I am well aware of the hatred hidden in your heart.

But I advise you to transfer this anger against me to the Holy See Night's Watch. I'm in a good mood right now, so keep your head on your shoulder. If my mood changes before I get out of the sewers, you'll know that the consequences of being disrespectful are not offensive to the gods. ”

Eloen had a look of pain on her face, even more tormenting than suffering from the Matsugo Blue Purification Chain.

She held in her hand a fragment of the Ivan Grand Duke's Canon. Finally, after reading the above text, he sneered, obviously disgusted by the demagogic teachings of the Vatrentia, put it near his nose and sniffed it, revealing a faint smile that would make people mistake him for innocence, and said:

"I remember your taste, funny human. ”