"Hurry, hurry, fools, bring out all your weapons, do you want to fight with your bare hands!" the Pope commanded the faithful who were absolutely obedient to him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info"Haha! such a large army, I'm going to make the softies of the Ned Hall family tremble and hand over the crown to me!" The Pope seemed to be several years younger, and his steps became brisk.

By this time, the bishops who had fled had returned, and if they had not taken to heart the spell taught by Lord Rorschach, they would have been torn apart by this group of fanatical believers as enemies.

"Pope, Pope, we have found something......" one of the round bishops, sweating profusely, ran to the Pope and reported to him. The Pope could feel the heat emanating from him from afar, and he retreated in disgust, reaching out to stop him from any longer. "Oh, you're like a little sun, don't come near me, just say it here!"

"Oh, oh, of course, His Holiness the Pope. The bishop wiped his sweat from his cuffs, and then said anxiously: "We have found that an army has entered the city, and they are rushing here, and the guards and believers cannot stop them!"

"Oh? How many of them are there. When the Pope heard this, he was not alarmed, but only a little surprised. "More than five hundred, Pope!" the Bishop felt that this was a very serious problem, although even if the faithful were not counted, the town guard and the soldiers of the Order of Knights combined numbered a thousand. But they were all scattered in various parts of the city of Hart and did not come together. At present, there are only one or two knights in front of the Pope, less than half of the guards, and a large number of believers, adding up to less than a thousand. Given that the bishop had seen the ferocity of those men with his own eyes, he decided that he could not defeat them without three times their strength.

The Pope touched his barren chin, which was sparsely covered with hairs. "Hmph, that's right, let's use them to see how good these people are. The Pope said to himself, but the bishop was frightened. "Eh, Your Excellency, those people are very strong and abnormal, and they can't hold up a big ......"

The Pope glanced at him, and the bishop understood what he meant, swallowing his next words back into his stomach. "Hmph, that's just right, if they're too weak, you can't see how strong these people are. The Pope touched his ornaments, and the faithful distributed their weapons faster. "Hurry up, you idiots, I'm going to put you to use it soon, hahahaha!" the Pope urged the faithful to move, and the bishops could only shake their heads and sigh, unable to stop him.

At the same time, Nick and the others were fighting their way to the Tower, and although they fought bravely, they encountered more and more resistance along the way, and they became stronger and stronger—the gradually gathering city guards, and the occasional knights, all took their toll on them.

"Friends from Kyrrydan, take our place, this is my duty, how can I make you fight to the death?" said the richly dressed man to them, and the Nord warriors who followed him were also eager to try and not want to watch anymore.

Nick gasped slightly, these injuries were nothing to him, but he hadn't forgotten that his main purpose was to rescue Eve, there was no need to work so hard here, and preserving his strength at the moment was the most important thing. "Haha, I don't want to do it either, so let me see the bravery of your Nords again!" Nick cut down the last soldier, and then gave the group the order to retreat.

They moved quickly, without a hint of hesitation, and immediately retreated behind the Nord warriors after hearing Nick's order. "Come, my warriors, don't let outsiders look down on you!" The man was soft-looking, and at first glance he looked weak, but his voice was not small, and he was imposing. "For the glory of Nidhor, for the glory of Lord Rafi!" the Nord warriors shouted in unison, this person was actually the second prince of the Nord Kingdom, Rafi Nidhall, who was known as the strongest warrior of Nord.

"Shield wall!" shouted the captain at the head, and the Nord warriors methodically listed the most famous formation of the Nord - the shield wall, some soldiers used wide and strong round shields in front to protect the archers with longbows behind them, they held both throwing spears and throwing axes, and before they could get close to the enemy, they could deliver devastating blows, and anyone who tried to break through the shield wall from the front lost their lives.

"Archer, shoot!" "Infantry, advance!" the captain repeated the two commands over and over again. No matter who they faced, they were all scattered, fighting on their own, and in front of the Nord warriors who were well-commanded and brave in battle, they could only leave the world forever with madness.

They barely stopped, with the longbowmen reaping most of their enemies' lives, and the few that slipped through the net died under the Nord warriors' swords and axes.

Until they crossed a street and found a group of soldiers in front of them, standing in front of them. "Haha, who did I think it was? It turned out to be you! "Why? Aren't you supposed to be a tail-wagging dog for your 'smart' brother?

Rafi's face did not change, and he stepped forward and asked him, "I wonder who is so bold as to block my way?" He had never seen this man, but he could see that he was noble.

"Who am I?hahahaha!Who am I?!" this is not to blame for Rafi, after all, the Pope has never appeared, and no one knows him except a few bishops. But he was still outraged by the words. "I am the sole Pope of the Maghylian Church!I am the future king of Nord!I am thy Grim Reaper!Inferior thing!" he roared angrily, unabashedly about his ambitions.

"You, you're the culprit of it all, the murderer of my cousin?!" Raffi was furious when she learned of his identity. "Warriors, prepare to attack!"

"Longbowmen prepare!" roared the captain, and the warriors moved the shield wall to Raffi, protecting him inside. The longbowmen behind him, ready to take their bows, just wait for a command, and slaughter the enemy in front of them!

"Haha, you want to compete with me too?" the Pope waved his hand, enjoying the feeling. "Kill them all!" he commanded, and the soldiers in front of him shouted, "Long live Maphilia!" and killed.

At the front were the members of the Order, many of whom had been summoned by the Pope before they could find their mounts, but they were still charging fast.

"Release!" the longbowmen's arrows shot at their armor, piercing through the armor but failing to inflict fatal damage. The knights, without losing much, rushed in front of them.

"Kill!" The torrent of steel slammed into the shield wall, the Nord warriors were not afraid of death, but these knights were even more fearless of life and death, they left countless corpses behind just one look.

"So, where are we?" asked Elias knowingly, already seeing that they were lost. "You can see for yourself, okay?" Veran maintained his last dignity, unwilling to admit that he couldn't find a way out.

Elias shrugged, causing Arthur to twitch. "Hey, be careful, I'm going to have my head torn off by you. ”

Wilan shook his head, he made a lot of marks along the road, he was sure that he was not taking the same path, and he had been rising, it stands to reason that he had already found a way out, why couldn't he get out.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Veran stopped. Hit by Elias behind him. "Hey, what kind of wind are you pumping and finding a way out?" said Elias, who almost threw Arthur away, with some trepidation.

"Damn, I forgot the most important thing. Veran said with annoyance, he should have thought of it. "What, you're finally lost?" said Arthur, groggily, even though he was seriously ill.

"The inside of the tower is protected by magic, and outsiders will be trapped here forever without guidance, and there will be absolutely no way out. Veran explained that he had forgotten about it because he had just arrived. "I've only been here for a few days, and no one has taught me what to do to get out. ”

"Oh, that's good, at least we know why. Elias said heartlessly, as if he wasn't in a hurry to get out.

Arthur had a headache and analyzed the current information. "Is there no way to break it, we're going to have to be stuck here for the rest of our lives?" he asked, Veran's tone wasn't in a hurry or discouraged, so Arthur thought he had a solution.

"Who said there was no way?" said Veran picked up a barrel, looked around, and then found something, and walked over to a portrait of Maphilia.

"Oh, forgive me for being disrespectful, Lord Muffylia. He prayed with some grief, and then slammed the bucket at the portrait, breaking him into several pieces.

Arthur felt a strong feeling of vertigo, and Elias nearly fell to the ground. By the time they reacted, the scene around them had changed, most notably daylight shining through the windows, indicating that they were no longer underground. "Awesome, it's been a lot of insight today. Elias was secretly amazed that he was the first to be in awe of God as one of the few non-believers.

"Well, it's easier than I thought, how do you know to do this?" Arthur felt like he was dying, but he still managed not to pass out.

"What do you think I am...... Just try your luck. Halfway through his words, Veran bluntly changed his half-spoken words.

"Captain, look, there's a man flying in the sky!" exclaimed one of the mercenaries, pointing out the window.

Elias carried Arthur to the window. "Hell, look closer, he's hanging! Search down this floor to see if there are any enemies. Elias knocked the mercenary, who clutched his head and retreated.

Arthur barely focused and saw the man who was hanging in mid-air, howling in pain. “...... That's, the wanderer?"