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The farther north you go, the colder it gets.

The perennial snow covers the permafrost.

In the cold forest blessed by the blizzard, a black trail was stepped on in the vast white snow, and electric light flashed in the clouds behind Ivan, and one thunderbolt after another fell from the sky, smashing a deep pit in the weak snow, forming a magnificent grand view.

A signpost left behind after the tyrannical burning, indicating the direction in which Ivan had left.

He deliberately left a living hole in Alassas in order to convey the bad news to the Pope and the Regent that the seemingly unbreakable Holy Byzantium had finally welcomed their worst enemy, the once exiled crown prince who had grown into a powerful tyrant and returned to St. Petersburg to reclaim what belonged to him.

"Kill, kill, kill. ”

The intermittent muffled voice of his mind ringed in his ears, and the traitors who betrayed his father Frederick, the corrupt nobles who robbed him of his inheritance, the careerists who drank wine and mocked themselves at the court, would be paid with blood.

Just like the young Tsar Ivan in history, those who hurt him ended up with no good fate, and his hands were stained with the blood of the enemy.

"The world treats your people cruelly, and there's nothing wrong with retaliating with a tooth for a tooth. ”

The power to summon thunder is a double-edged sword, Ivan is confident that he can kill from Alassas all the way to St. Petersburg, but the uncontrollable fury is afraid that it will backfire on him, and before he can sit on the throne, his reason will completely collapse and he will become a beast who only knows how to kill.

He had just harvested the souls of countless people in Alassas, and everywhere he passed only death accompanied him.

Birds, bears, and elk were all wiped out under the clouds of thunderstorms, and the forest was torn in half by the lightning storm, leaving a burning path in between.

Treading on the blazing earth, Ivan walked through the infernal burning path, leaving behind a signpost to lure the Holy Crusade to come.

In the flickering light of the fire, he saw the souls burning in pain, despair, hoarseness, heart-rending weeping that filled the whole hellish scene.

Ivan is the second person to see hell without breaking down, the first being the poet Dante.

However, his face is still expressionless, and his years of fugitive life have taught him that if he wants to live, he must be as strong and unshakable as the Thunder Emperor in history.

The raging blizzard did not swallow the figure in the snow-white mountains, and behind him was a path of burning fire.

Ivan continued eastward, deep into the snowy forest that even the Holy Byzantium was secret, where a group of forgotten warriors awaited a new master.

Having reached the depths of the mountains, Ivan finally stopped, turned to look at the black footprints that curved and spread, and took a deep breath in the cold air.

This trap is enough to usher in the elite of Holy Byzantium.

The blizzard swept over his shawl, and he stood motionless in the snow, the edges and corners of his face as cold as a god's coat.

A god of thunder.

In the face of a blizzard, the Holy Cross Army, which had fought against demons, was marching towards the Mecklenburg Forest. The sudden onset of a blizzard did not change Lawrence's determination to try to find his prey.

The Church does not like losers, and neither does the clergy who follow him.

Lawrence leads an army trying to capture a sleeping figure from a blizzard, and his mind has imagined countless scenarios of facing demons.

A necromancer with forbidden spells can't escape the judgment of the church, and in his opinion, the so-called demon is just a mage who has stolen the forbidden arts. It is no wonder that when the Church came to power, it would expel them to the distant Black Swan Castle.

The "White Gloves" who followed him on horseback kept their eyes squinted alertly, and the Inquisition was responsible for cleaning up heretics, whether it was a witch hunt that lasted for more than a century to hunt down witches or hunt down dark creatures lurking in swamps. They're all at ease.

Because they are so powerful that they are empty-eyed.

The Church rules the continent, and no one dares to challenge the divine authority of orthodoxy.

The clergy of the Inquisition had never believed in demonic legends, and in their eyes they were nothing more than some sorcerer who had been lucky enough to obtain a terrible and evil spell. Just as the ignorant once called the unseen whale a Leviathan, and while there were occasional necromancers who stole the forbidden and succeeded in summoning evil minions, the proud clergy were never afraid to decapitate the creature under the light.

They are hunters at the top of the pyramid, and the creatures of darkness are afraid to avoid the church.

Even the clergy squad that took the lead made a fuss about Linus's dispatch of twelve white-gloved clerics.

"Priest, what do you think we're up against this time?"

Lawrence glanced at the white-gloved clerics, and as long as they existed, Lawrence's army had never been afraid.

The leading cleric let out a giggling sneer, and through the eerie beak mask, Lawrence wasn't even sure if the other was actually smiling.

"It's just a servant of a demon, and the sword, the bow, and the catapult are far less effective than a bottle of holy water that the Pope has blessed and blessed." We will easily cut off the demon's head and take it to the Holy City to cleanse him of his filth. ”

Before the cleric could finish speaking, a smile froze on his face, and he looked at the snow in front of him, narrowing his eyes.

The group all exuded caution as if they were facing a great enemy, for they all sensed that the abyss of evil was staring at them.

"Hello, Lawrence. ”

Ivan lifted his hood and revealed a face that surprised Lawrence. He still remembered hiding behind Frederick as a child, leaning out of the figure of a small head. Although the king was banished to the cold wasteland, he remained loyal to the old royal family. Until Lawrence gave up the faith he held in his heart and surrendered to the powerful church.

"You are?"

Lawrence stared at his face mixed with the wind and snow, and his face changed in an instant. Scenes from the past surfaced in front of him.

It was the Holy Monarch he had knelt down.

He only smiled wryly and squeezed out two words in the end, "It's you." ”

"I'm back. ”

Ivan's eyes instantly turned scarlet, his eyes filled with hatred and hatred, and he looked at the army of thousands of people behind Lawrence and the clergy.

The blizzard that swept through the sky centered on Ivan, and was instantly blown away by some kind of impact, and the heavy snow was slowly melting around him, and a blood-boiling temperature appeared in the air, scorching to the point of restlessness.

The roar of thunder resounded above the heads of the army, and a heavy drum seemed to beat in the sky, and the roar was incessant.

The clergy, who had not moved before, showed an excited look on their faces at this time, and they finally found the monster they had been searching for.

All the clerics removed their white gloves and pulled out the daggers that sanctioned darkness from their bosoms. Quickly approaching Ivan.

In Lawrence's view, these righteous clergy looked more like dark monsters in the snowstorm.

However, they will soon realize that their miscalculation at this time is just a sacrifice under the tyranny of Thor.

Ivan took a deep breath of cold air, trying to soothe the scorching and burning evil spirits in his lungs, and his gaze passed over the priests who rushed towards him, as well as the elite Holy Cross Legion that was about to move.

"Say hello to Denikin and Kolchak, who betrayed my father. ”

"By the way, tell the regent Julius, your orthodox emperor, that you are back. ”