Mayor Mare was sitting alone, and the room was lit with a lamp illuminating the gold coins on the table.

Outside the window, the rain was getting louder and louder, crackling. Several dazzling bolts of lightning streaked across a tree, on which several hanged figures floated.

Another lightning bolt illuminated a person's face. It was the innkeeper Ryton.

Barony of Salant

At the same time, the priests and lords of the temple, as well as representatives of the warriors, also gathered.

Pastor, each of them sat down in his seat. Representatives of warriors, standing on the left and right, and only knights have seats. There is no place for them yet.

Several mages are also waiting.

They waited for the conveners, Bishop Block Rongpa and Haboba.

In a moment, Bishop Khamrongpa and Haboba, dressed in white robes, appeared in the temple.

Bishop Kannompa looked around.

"There is unfortunate news to announce to you that Pastor Hanpo, whom we sent to Simontown as a missionary, and the most devout believer, Litton, have been martyred. ”

"Simon's town is the place of our lord's miracles, and it must be our natural territory, but it is undoubtedly our shame that such a thing has happened. ”

"On behalf of the Church, Lord Haboba, I ask you to punish those heretics. ”

"Bishop Kannompa, your request is a command from God, and I will do everything in my power to eradicate heresy and spread the glory of the God of Lomon. Haboba bowed solemnly and was commanded, his eyes blazing.

Autumn went to winter, winter went to spring, and the people of the Barony of Salant, seven hundred, and in the last six months two more villages had been conquered and led into the glory of God.

"Then, tomorrow morning, we will send troops!"

At noon, the army arrived in Simon. The people were on the hills, looking down.

Simon's town has fortifications.

Although the fortifications are very rudimentary and crude, they are neat and tidy.

The fence is actually made of bricks, and the wooden piles inserted diagonally make the fence even stronger.

Pointing towards the fence. Haboba said, "This wall is not bad!"

"Yes. Your Lordship. The town's defense is not bad. There is also a militia inside, and hundreds of militia can be mobilized to fight in times of crisis. Pastor Fibbit said.

"Don't worry, be guided by God. We can destroy all enemies, Johnson, what do you say?"

At this time, Johnson, wearing leather armor and tall man, led the cavalry to follow behind, and when he heard the lord speak, he replied respectfully: "Your wish is my command." ”

Haboba nodded with great satisfaction: "Then, according to the original plan, I will blast open the gate, and the cavalry will attack and kill." The priest conducts the treatment. ”

Now priests, basically only two or three levels, such priests have almost no effect on direct combat, but can heal.

"Yes, sir!"

At the sound of the order, hundreds of horsemen, like a flood, rushed straight down, and rushed halfway through, and the guards of the town felt it and hurriedly sounded the alarm. And began to pull the drawbridge.

The alarm bell rang, the town was in chaos, and some militiamen hurriedly threw away their work and wanted to go back and bring weapons.

Haboba was unmoved, ready for the fireball technique.

Although it was difficult to control a spell while riding, he only needed a fireball.

The drawbridge made a sound, slowly lifted, and slowly got up, and the cavalry also charged to a hundred meters

。

The town's militia rejoiced, as long as the drawbridge was hoisted, the walls would be enough to intercept the cavalry, and in a few moments, the militia would arrive with weapons.

At this moment, with a "boom", the half-raised suspension bridge exploded violently. With another thud, it fell.

"Get in!" Haboba called. but he pulled the horse's head.

Johnson in the back raised his long sword, staggered directly with Haboba, and crashed headlong into the drawbridge.

Blood spurted. The two militiamen were immediately killed by the long sword, and for a while, the militia on the opposite side staggered and fell down one after another.

"Kill it!" The cavalry behind one after another penetrated the city walls.

"Whoever dares to stand is killed. Johnson snapped.

War is war, full of killing, blood, and death.

And at this time Johnson. Already rushed up. The two militiamen who had just turned from the street, almost in an instant, blood splattered, but the next moment. A stout man pounced.

"Boom!" there was a loud thud of metal clashes. Johnson's horse neighed, and he staggered back a step.

"Town Guard Captain Seki?" Johnson immediately remembered the information, and the long sword in his palm was almost out of his hand just now, and the tiger's mouth was dripping with blood.

Seki was wearing leather armor and holding a huge club, similar to a mace, and he didn't speak, but pounced on Johnson with a "thump".

Toson also rode his horse and pounced, suddenly. The battle went on.

However, Seki suddenly "let out a beastly grunt from his head, and Johnson followed his gaze only to see a black hole sprayed with blood spurt" slamming into his chest.

The man stood for a few seconds, then fell to the ground with a thud.

"Johnson, don't dwell on it, don't let the militia get organized. "It's the ones who command... Only, his young finger Bu has a magical fire and no leather armor warriors, and he dies with a single blow.

Johnson responded: "Yes, my lord!"

I looked at the militia captain with some pity. led the cavalry and continued to kill.

In fact, if all the militia were concentrated, they could still fight, but until now, the militia has not been concentrated, and dozens of militiamen have taken out weapons from their houses sporadically, and the only result is that they have been killed by cavalry one after another.

A flame burst out. Smoke billowed from the air.

Haboba roared, "Quick, suppress the town. Don't let the fire burn the town. ”

Bishop Kannompa, however, had nowhere else to go, and he came to the tree in the center of the town, where several men were hanging, dangling from the ropes, their expressions twisted and painful, evidently the great torture they had suffered in their lives.

"You all died for God's sake, and you will find rest in God's heavenly kingdom. Bishop Kannompa said silently in prayer, waving his hand. Naturally, someone went up and cut the rope.

At this time, someone fetched water, not caring about the blood stains and urine smell of the corpse, which was inevitable for the hanged person, and washed them one by one.

Someone took out a white cloth and spread it on the ground. Bishop Khamrongpa took matters into his own hands and placed the bodies on them one by one.

Specially prepared holy water began to be sprinkled on the corpses, and the priest whispered a psalm in praise of God.

Even if it has been cleaned. But there are also rotting and foul-smelling corpses, and after being wiped with holy water, the skin even heals immediately.

Bishop Khamrongpa, after praying, is said to have received divine will, and as long as the believer, whether rich or poor in life, will be blessed in this way at the time of death baptism, which is also one of the main tasks of the pastor

。

They died for God and will be doubly blessed. Bishop Kannompa said, taking out a special ointment and applying it to the corpse. At this time, the surface skin of the corpse even became ruddy, and the tongue that spit out also retracted. Counting people is like falling asleep.

At this time, the killing in the town gradually subsided.

"Bishop Kannopa, the mayor who killed our devout disciples, and the priests, were all brought. "Johnson personally led the team. A bunch of people cried. was driven under a tree.

Bishop Khan Rongpa's face was expressionless: "My lord is the god of nature and punishment, and those who hurt my lord's followers will be punished, kill, kill them all, right in front of the martyrs." ”

"Yes, sir!"

"No, I am Priest Sudarin, the priest of the goddess Hephilan, and you will be punished by the goddess..."Priest Sudarin cried, and the next moment, the sword fell, and the head flew out, and blood splattered.

More than a dozen people were killed on the spot, but Bishop Khamrongpa was expressionless, and he asked: "Our soldiers, are there any deaths?"

"Your Excellency. Yes, seven people were killed.

"They also died for God, and we want to bless them. ”

At this moment there was an uproar in the town, and many of the townspeople were driven out, who had become captives, and at the orders of the conquerors, they would leave the town and go to unfamiliar territory.

All wealth is looted, and the wealth of a town is not trivial.

Barony of Salante, Temple

In front of the statue of Romon erected high, a holy light emerged from the altar, and several souls showered in it.

Under the shower of holy light, the originally gray soul, the dark and distorted part, gradually unfolded and turned into a ball of light, of course, each soul received a different degree, a few souls only received a basic repair, a few souls, but as pure as crystal.

This is the soul of the faithful.

The priest who stayed behind smiled when he saw this.

In this world, in fact, most of the gods are not true gods, and being able to receive this treatment has already shown the generosity and strength of the god Romon and some divinity. It will even devour the soul directly. to increase strength.

As pastors, many know that the belonging of souls is not so good.

Those divine beings have condensed the vortex of faith to accumulate and expand the divine nature, and they usually not only absorb faith to refine, but also have many divine beings. It even devours the souls of believers directly in order to extract divinity.

This is almost instinctive, and only by accumulating enough divinity can one ignite the divine fire and become a true immortal.

In fact, the priest can see that many gods of this world have darkness, cruelty, blood, and evil in their brilliance, which is to enjoy blood sacrifices. The inevitable result of directly devouring the souls of their own believers.

Therefore, in this world, the relationship between God and pastors can only be described as fear and transaction, and it is difficult to talk about true piety.

Of course, the true god is different, but even if there is an alien true god, due to the particularity of this misty plane, it is impossible for it to directly connect the soul to the kingdom of God.

Only once in a while, messengers are sent to receive them.

In front of him, the holy light on the altar was pure and clean, without the slightest sin, with the fragrance of nature. It's deep and endless.

This caused the pastor to bow his head deeply and offer devotion to God.

"My Lord is the true God, not the evil gods. There is no doubt that such a god is worthy of our followers. (To be continued)