"Burn him, burn him, burn him!" shouted the believers in anger and exuberance, and the word Jorgen was absolutely familiar to even the most unheard of people, after all, the tragedy that happened at McCann was still fresh in most people's minds. www.biquge.info There are even many believers who have seen a **** with their own eyes, and some of them are their relatives and friends.

"Burn him, burn him, burn him!" If it weren't for the fact that the Maghylian Church sent its three major knights to encircle and suppress the Jorgen family with all their might, I am afraid that the terrible bestiality disease would have swept through the whole of Nord, and even the whole of Svadia.

"Burn him, burn him, burn him!" the believers were furious, and the believers were boiling, as if the man who was hung in the air and covered in bruises was the culprit of everything, the most heinous sinner. But it was just an unlucky wanderer, born into the midst of that cursed family, at least in Eve's eyes.

"Oh, I understand your feelings, believers. The Pope is very pleased with the enthusiasm of these faithful, and the more fanatical it is, the easier it will be to control it, which will be very helpful for the next plan. "However, Maphilia has already made a decision, please leave this guilty person to Mafelia to decide, and Maphilia will give the most just verdict. As the Pope said this, all the faithful whispered praises to the glory of Mafelia. The Pope nodded, and the bishops stepped forward, surrounded the Pope in a regular position, and then knelt on the ground and prayed to heaven.

"Enough! put away your tricks!" Somehow, after hearing the word Jorgen, Eve's body suddenly moved, and she broke free from her restraints and rushed to the group of bishops and yelled. "What god can decide the life and death of others, what god can be above the law, what god can impose crimes on others?!" she was unarmed and held to the ground by the guards, but she still struggled and shouted. "You are the sinners! You deserve to be judged! If your God was really just, you should have fallen to the ground!"

"That's enough, I wanted you to live a little longer, you're killing yourself!" the Pope was so angry that he pointed to Eve, and immediately more guards went up to set Eve aside. "Then it starts with you! Sacrifice your blood to Lord Maphilia!"

"Come on, let these people see, how wicked and cruel your gods are!" Eve was not afraid, she didn't care so much, she only knew that she hated these hypocritical cultists, she hated these sanctimonious but bullshit bastards, which is why Svadia suppressed the theocracy hundreds of years ago, as the goddess Embra taught - gods should not interfere in politics.

Eve was crushed to the guillotine, the blade of the blade lying across her head, but she was not afraid, she just looked defiantly at the funny Pope, who looked like a lewd old man. If you are destined to die, you will at least have a reputation for being brave and fearless.

"In Svadia, if you dare to hold our lady to the guillotine, you will be locked up in a dungeon until the sun rises from the west. Suddenly a cynical voice came from among the believers, and all the believers avoided it, only to see a man in leather armor and a cloak on his back leap onto the high platform, unafraid of the guards surrounding him. "If you happen to be a bad old man, then we will cut off your head so that you don't have to suffer that sin before you die, what is this called? He didn't even draw his sword, but walked forward on his own, until one of the guards tried to subdue him, but was shot through the head by a crossbow arrow from nowhere.

At this point, the believers really exploded, and they felt like they were fleeing from this place, lest they themselves be drawn into the strife. The bishops were a little dumbfounded, how could anyone really dare to kill on this occasion? The Pope looked around, and the roofs of the tall buildings were full of crossbowmen, armed with heavy crossbows and small shields on their arms, and it only took a few seconds to reduce the soldiers on the high platform by half. Orlando was between them, looking at such a brilliant result, and nodded with satisfaction. "Whew, you're the real deal. He whistled and spoke to the commander standing beside him, who was none other than the taciturn mercenary captain from before.

"Who are you?!, aren't you afraid of the punishment of Master Maphilia!" said the Pope, pointing at the man with a sense of arrogance, and at the moment he really looked like a Pope of Faith, if it weren't for the trembling of his hand touching the ornament around his neck.

"I—I just happen to be the lady's servant, that's all. The man was Pete, and he was approaching the bishops step by step. Those who tried to stop him were killed by the precise crossbow arrows, and they didn't even slow Pete's speed. "I just happened to know some of the inside scoops, that's all. "The bishops retreated again and again, there was not enough time, they could not do anything, and the movement of the Pope's hands was faster. "It just so happened that I knew you for who you really are, and I swore that I would make you pay, and that's it. Pete drew his sword and slew the nearest bishop with a single sword, who tried to convince him with words.

"Don't be impulsive, friend, ah!" "I—I have a lot of dinars, I can give you a lot of dinars!ah!" "Mafila will not forgive you for your crimes!" Uh......" Pete cleanly slew several bishops one after another, and walked straight towards the Pope.

"Stop him!" the Pope pushes the group of bishops forward, in a lowly gesture. These bishops are probably not sincere enough to waste their lives here. They consciously gave Pete the way to go, and Pete didn't chase them, but just walked towards the Pope step by step.

"First, sir, I think there must be some misunderstanding between them, and I'm afraid you're wrong to blame the good guys. The Pope retreated one after another, until there was no turning back. Pete just smiled and didn't answer, which made the Pope even more alarmed. "What do you want, power, wealth, or, revenge?" the Pope probed. "Don't waste time, I'm not going to leave you a chance. Pete didn't take it, he just waited for the Pope to come into his range of attack, and then killed him with a sword.

At this moment, there is nothing the Pope can do to stop Pete, his death seems to be doomed, but Pete has missed one thing, there is someone present who can stop him.

"Bang!" Pete's sword was blocked by another sword, and the owner of that sword was none other than Eve. "Get out of the way, ma'am, I must end up with him. Pete swept away his previous relaxed attitude and said to Eve very seriously. "You have no right to sentence these people to death, and if they are guilty, they should be dealt with by Yar. Eve stubbornly said that the glory of nobility had long been ingrained in her heart, and for her, to uphold them was justice. "I gotta say they are a dirty bunch, but why are you in such a hurry to kill them?" Eve asked, wondering what Pete's reason was.

"Explain later, get out of the way, or I'll be rude." Pete muttered, but Eve wouldn't back down. "Unless you have a reason for me to convince. Eve insisted, and Pete was considering whether to be rough or not, but the Pope seemed to be a little unusual. "Get out of the way!" Pete fell to the side with Eve in his arms, and after that, Eve felt a huge force behind her, and then she felt her whole body light, as if floating into the air. Eve opened her eyes and saw that she and Pete were actually gliding in mid-air at high speed! Even someone as bold as Eve couldn't help but scream. "Ah!!h

"Damn, it's too late. Pete, who crawled out of the straw, said unwillingly. "He's already released 'that'. Pete's sword was stuck three centimeters away from his head, and he drew it, and it was only then that Eve recovered from the pain and slowly stood up.

"What do you mean, what the hell are they doing?" said Eve, who desperately needed an answer. "It doesn't matter, get ready for battle, ma'am, if my intel is correct, we're going to face a whole city of angry fanaticians in no time. ”

For Orlando, he had seen and heard more today than he had seen in most of his life—first the strange magic, then a giant hand that slapped his lady away. Now, he had to draw his sword and fight some of the believers who didn't look normal at all—their eyes red like angry bulls.

"Can anyone explain to me? What the hell is going on?" Orlando impaled a fanatic, but there was more behind him, and the crossbowmen around him had to turn to melee combat, but they were outnumbered.

"It's all you! Damn it, Mistress Rorschach is going to blame me!" the ornament around the Pope's neck glowed strangely, and it shot into the air, pouring like water into Thomas Jorgen's body as he was suspended in mid-air. The latter cried out in pain, the same light emanating from him, but large enough to cover the entire city of Hart.

"Hmph, don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame you for keeping the blood of the Jorgan family. The Pope looked at Thomas, who was wailing in mid-air, and said lightly.

"Lord Rorschach, what should we do now......? Yes, it's all the incompetence of the subordinates, and I didn't expect a little girl to mess up our plans. "I'm so sorry! I'm willing to accept the punishment!" ...... See, let's go and conquer Sagoth!" "In the eyes of others, the Pope seems to be talking to himself, but in reality he is talking to his master, the de facto supreme ruler of the entire Maghylia Church, through the power of the devil that is not God's power, but the demon's power of the devil!

"Don't play dead, get up!" the Pope kicked a bishop who had fallen to the ground and pretended to be dead. "Gather all the Knights, and the soldiers, now that we have an invincible army, let's go!