The body of Bishop Ronis was laid to rest in the cathedral by the priests. From the time he was discovered, he had been healed enough by the grief-stricken priests to heal a thousand dying people. But the terrible blood hole in his neck, and the stab in his vest that almost reached the heart, had been turned into a miserable blue blood stain by the poison and the strong curse. All of this is a strong statement that this venerable old man is really, completely dead, and even ten thousand times his magic power is in vain.

"Is that him?" said Captain Roland, his slender eyebrows tightened. The appearance of the first swordsman of this empire did not have the fortitude and sharpness of a martial artist, but now the light shining in those starry eyes was better than any peerless sword. Looking at Bishop Ronis's corpse, the terrible scars and blood stains on the corpse, his voice and body trembled slightly.

"All of us who were outside saw it. An old priest choked up with tears. The few old priests who remained in the cathedral were in tears, and their grief and anger were extreme. Outside the cathedral there was already a cry. Bishop Ronis has been in charge of the Academy of Magic for more than forty years, and it can be said that the current status of the Academy of Magic in the empire was established by him. Everyone in the Academy of Magic had great respect for this old man, and even in the minds of many people, he was simply the embodiment of a god. But now he was vilely assassinated.

Captain Roland didn't ask again. At that time, there were at least a hundred clergy in the cathedral outside. They all dared to swear in the name of God, that is, the priest-sama rushed out of here covered in blood, knocking down several people along the way and rushing out of the magic academy. With so many such devout witnesses, there is no need for any further verification.

"We also found this in the study. A priest pulled out the wanted poster that Cuthbert had carefully prepared, and it was already stained with blood. But the images and the text are still clear enough to explain everything.

The duke, who had not spoken on the side, was already in tears, and his sadness did not give way to the priests. He suddenly asked, "Has anything strange happened around the Bishop lately?"

An old priest immediately came to his senses and said, "That's right. Bishop Ronis had been there two days before, but the spy wasn't there. The Bishop had only been talking to the old man Sandru who was guarding the corpse for a while, and I seemed to hear that the Bishop was angry. Then when the Bishop came out, I saw that his face was very bad, and he had been sullen for the past two days...... And that's what happened. ”

The Duke's voice was already a little silent because of sadness, but it was more sad and angry. "We've got to catch those Necronomicon bastards as soon as possible," he burst out with a hard voice, "Avenge the Bishop." ”

The Duke's sorrow and anger immediately infected the people around him. The old priests' long depleted hearts were finally stirred up by hatred again. "Yes, all the magicians in the Academy of Magic have to avenge the Bishop. ”

"So let's think about it now. Tsai thought carefully. The duke, in the midst of extreme grief, still did not lose his delicate thinking, and analyzed the ideas in a slow but clear tone. "Think about that spy's usual behavior, and behavior, where there are any suspicious traces. ”

A priest galloped into the cathedral. He went to the palace to deliver bad news to His Majesty the Emperor.

"Your Majesty was shocked to hear of the assassination of the Bishop, and has already fainted several times from tears. His Majesty has ordered the Holy Knights to investigate the murderers, and all cultists found to be related to the Necromantic Guild will be killed. The Divine Decree is about to come. ”

Geffenhardt XVII was brought up under the watchful eye of Bishop Ronis, and for him this venerable old man was almost his grandfather.

Captain Roland's face was as cold as ice, and he nodded slowly.

In the big house, Sandru was messing with the corpse as usual, but now he didn't know why, but today he always felt a little unsettled. At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door.

There was two knocks on the hidden door, and several soldiers entered, led by the leader of the royal guards, who knew Sandru.

"Old man Sandru, something has happened to the Academy of Magic. The little boss's expression was a little strange, and his tone was a little indescribable, and he said to Sandru. "We have something to ask you. Come with us. ”

"What's wrong, what's wrong, what's my business?" Sandru rolled his eyes at the little leader. "What are you going to ask me? I haven't had much energy for the past two days, and I don't want to go anywhere. ”

"Nothing. It's just that you are invited to have a cup of tea and chat. The little leader replied. His expression and voice were all in harmony, and it was obvious that he was using all his strength to create a relaxed atmosphere.

Comparatively speaking, the expressions of the three soldiers seemed much more natural. While the little boss was talking to Sandru, they were slowly walking towards Sandru.

"Tea? You seem to owe me money. The last time you went to prostitution...... "Sandru didn't seem to notice anything wrong, and chatted with the little boss."

The three soldiers, consciously or unconsciously, had already walked to Sandru's side. Two of them slammed into their hands, one of them grabbing one of the old man's hands. The third man already had an extra pair of shackles with a dark red sheen on his hands. This is a forbidden shackle used exclusively for imprisoning magicians.

The movements of the three soldiers were concise and fast, without any tricks, like three leopards who had been waiting in the grass for a long time. The timing of their shots, their movements, and the orientation of their respective positions are also well coordinated, and the division of labor is also very clear, which can only be tempered by long-term practice and countless practices.

In the face of such a sudden and perfectly coordinated attack, even a good swordsman can only be restrained. But the old man, who didn't seem to have much energy, just took a step back, and grabbed it with both hands, and the two wrists that had wanted to grab him had already fallen into his hands. He pulled inward again, and the two soldiers with much larger bodies than him immediately collided together, and the two people who were so strong and powerful just now immediately fell under this impact, and their bodies had begun to glow with dead gray.

The third soldier who pounced on him was no longer shackled in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reacted and drew his sword and stabbed it in one go. With such a quick reaction and such agile movements, even the highest commander of the royal capital guards did not have such skills.

But it's a pity that his beautiful sword didn't stab anything, and his wrist had somehow fallen into the miserable white and dry hands.

"When did you have more Paladins under you, and have you been promoted?" Sandru glanced at the little leader with half-open and half-closed eyes, still in the same tone as if he was chatting in a teahouse. It's just that one of his hands has already lifted this soldier who is much stronger than himself in the air, and the contrast of his body shape makes him look like he is carrying a bear monkey with ease.

The little leader didn't answer, and fell limply to the ground. He didn't seem to have the strength to stand up, his hands and feet trembling and moving backwards, his eyes looking straight at Sandru. Because Sandru not only picked up such a swordsman of the Holy Knights, but also kneaded it.

It is unknown when the swordsman died. The tall, muscular body now seemed to be filled with cotton, and was not only carried lightly in the hands of the old man, but was also deformed by the kneading of the dry hands. The armor and everything else on his body fell in bits and pieces, and his body was constantly folded and kneaded, and then soon became a round lump of flesh in Sandru's hands.

"Are you here to invite me to tea, too?" Sandru looked coldly at the door, and with a wave of his hand, the huge ball of flesh that the swordsman had transformed into flew towards the man who had just entered the door. The sound of wind and thunder that this huge hidden weapon now emitted in the air proves that its weight is indeed amazing.

The ball of meat also spilled some black juice as it flew forward, and one drop of it happened to fly on the little boss on the ground. The little leader's animal-like howl was only half uttered and then vanished.

The person who had just appeared in the doorway took a step back, and a line-like flash of light appeared in front of him, and then the ball of meat was neatly divided into two sides from the middle.

"Good. Although Sandru's applause still seemed to be weak, the eyes that had been lifeless finally flashed.

The reason he applauded wasn't because the ball of meat was split in two. The neat two hemispheres did not fall off or continue to fly forward, but rolled in opposite directions and gently crashed into the walls on the left and right. The poisonous magic of the juice only corroded two large holes in the walls on either side, and not a single trace of it reached the man.

This sword not only split the flying ball of flesh itself, but also the churning air, the juice splashed out, the magic contained in it, and even the momentum, inertia, and smell of the flying over. Everything about this ball of meat was split in two under this sword, and it disappeared.

"Good. The man took three steps back after splitting the ball, and gave Sandru a deep cheer. The sparkle in his eyes was even better than the sword in his hand. If there was the slightest deviation from this sword just now, and the magic power operating inside could not be completely dismantled, this venom magic ball, which was probably enough to kill all the people in the royal capital, would explode in front of him.

Appearing at the door was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties. He has an elegant and graceful face, even with such a serious and dignified expression, there is no majesty and murder under the combination of his facial features. If it weren't for the set of armor on his body that shimmered with a glimmer of magic, and a long sword in his hand that exuded a hint of coldness, he would have looked like he was just a scholar who had studied poetry and books.

"Okay, so you're going to invite me to tea?" replied Sandru, humming as he straightened up for the first time.

"Nope. I'm here to get you, or I'm here to kill you. The words of the person who came were very direct, as sharp as the sword he had just made.

"I see. The sound of dense joints popping came from all over Sandru's body. With these sounds, his body almost grew in a circle. "It's a pity that I never like to be caught, let alone killed. ”

"I've never liked either. With a flick of the man's wrist, the hum of the sword filled every inch of the room. "Let's get down to business. ”

Outside the big house. Three hundred meters away, an old priest frowned and asked Duke Mrak next to him: "Lord Duke, is this a bit exaggerated?" ”

"Nope. Dealing with those evil necromancers must be careful and give their all. The duke's face was rarely absent from that gentle and kind smile, and he had a solemn expression, and his slender eyes stared at the big house in the distance without blinking.

"But no matter how careful you are, you don't need to do that. The old priest looked at the battle in front of him, which seemed to be a bit exaggerated.

A hundred meters away from the big house, hundreds of members of the Holy Knights formed an encirclement. Behind them were almost all the priests and magicians of the Academy of Magic.

After everyone's collective discussion and analysis, the old man Sandru in the place where the spy lived fell into everyone's sight. Although this old man has been in the Academy of Magic for twenty years, and the Bishop still seems to be familiar with him, the experience of that spy is enough to show how pervasive the Necronomicon Guild is. And that spy hadn't studied at the Academy of Magic, he had been with the old man before, and with that old man's quirks, there were enough reasons for that.

Detectives were sent to investigate, and it was discovered that the old man was still there. So it was decided to arrest him first and investigate, and if there was resistance, it would naturally be killed.

Of course, this matter was carried out by the head of Roland, who was under the imperial order. There was no objection to the strength of this Empire's number one swordsman. However, the Duke showed a cautious attitude peculiar to a high-ranking person, and suggested that the head of Roland bring more men, and also called on the priests of the Academy of Magic to be present, and if the old man was really a necromancer, everyone could avenge Bishop Ronis.

"Captain Roland has been in for so long, I think most of them have already been arrested, and they are being searched and interrogated. The old priest looked at the encirclement that could definitely capture a city in terms of combat effectiveness, and he really felt a little inappropriate. It is really unseemly for the magicians of the Academy of Magic to come out of their nests and watch here as if they were watching the excitement. Everyone was some distance away from the big house, and although everyone couldn't see the situation inside, it was definitely guessable.

Suddenly, there was an angry shout, and there was a strange sound like a broken cloth.

The big house split neatly in two from the center, and then broke open at waist length. The walls and roof, which had been split in two, slowly fell to the sides, slamming to the ground, stirring up a sky of dust. The fracture was so neat and smooth that it looked like it had been cut with a knife. From here, from a distance, it looks like a delicate toy has been slashed vigorously.

The men of the Holy Knights made no noise or movement. But the magicians and priests of the Academy of Magic let out exclamations and shouts in unison, no less than the walls and roofs fell to the ground. Such a power must be something that Captain Roland can only emanate. And if you start to do it, it undoubtedly means that it is really a necromancer.

A figure flew out of the dust and smoke and landed in front of the encirclement, it was the head of the Roland regiment.

But contrary to the astonishing scene just now, after the head of Roland landed, he staggered, and could barely stand on his feet. A face that was originally thin and handsome was already full of anger and surprise, and not only on the face, but also on the exposed skin and even the tips of the fingers, a disgusting dead gray of the floor in the corner of the toilet appeared. He had been poisoned and cursed, and it was extremely powerful corpse poison, and if it were someone else, he would already be a rotting corpse.

Two rays of white magic lit up on him, and the two High Priests of the Holy Knights immediately used healing spells. Hundreds of priests from the Magic Academy, who had come to their senses, also took action. An astonishing amount of healing magic of all kinds swarmed in, washing away the poisonous gas and curses on Captain Roland's body at once, and then an equal amount of various auxiliary magic of all levels and departments fell on him.

The light of the auxiliary magic on his body was almost dazzling. But Captain Roland's face was still ugly, he glared angrily at the churning dust in front of him, and shouted: "All prepare for battle." ”

The hands of hundreds of members of the Paladin Order converged at the same time with a resounding sound of sword drawing. Then the heavens and the earth were filled with a chorus of thousands of mouths chanting incantations at the same time. Each member of the Paladin's body was lit up with various auxiliary magic lights in turn, like a grand magic exhibition.

The dust in the encirclement had gradually dispersed, and a group of strange corpses appeared inside. Some of these corpses have no heads, no hands, some no feet, or no left half of their bodies, no right half of their bodies, or no upper half and no lower half, and they have all suffered the full strength of Captain Roland's two swords that even the house has suffered from the pond fish just now. But now they all seem to be in good spirits and agile movements. In the middle of the group of corpses was a man in a black robe and a man with a white beard.

"Avenge the Bishop. I don't know who shouted, and the loud and chaotic incantations began to sound again. However, this time it's not an exhibition of auxiliary magic, but a variety of attack magic. Holy Word, Holy Light, Undead Dispel, Fireball, Wall of Fire, Beaded Fireball, Violent Flame, Lightning, Ice Burst, Thunder Blast, ...... In addition to the top-level big spells and various comprehensive forbidden spells, almost all the magic that can appear in the magic textbooks of the magic academy all showed their light and might, and rushed towards the group of corpses and the black-robed ones in the corpses like a tsunami.

Looking at this unprecedented and probably unprecedentedly grand magic firework, the Duke finally showed a charming smile that no one else had time to admire. Because no matter who can be sure, even if the gods descend to earth, under such fierce waves of magic, there is no room for death.