"Wait," d'Artagnan shouted, "it may be used to deceive us." ”

Dalamiz squeezed Miledi's wrist, "But this thing is what we just got." Then he also thought of a possibility: "Of course, it is also possible that she arranged it in advance." ”

Milady looked through the crack in the door, she could convince them if she had enough time, but hell she just didn't have time, she was full of remorse, if she hadn't tried to show herself in front of the king, then she could have impressed His Majesty with this merit alone, who knew that fate would be so mocking? The Prince of Condé, or the Duke of Gaston, but unfortunately the Duke of Gaston is said to be shortly dead, and the Prince of Condé has become a prisoner of the king—wait, in that case, could the Duke of Anjou, who is far away in Paris, be a better master?

Just as she was thinking this, a great force pushed her in, and the door slammed shut, carrying a sinister curse from Miledie.

"My uncle had an attendant stay. Dalamiz said, "I went with him to find my uncle. ”

D'Artagnan nodded, the king's guards were actually divided into several teams, musketeers, dragoons, and guards, and the captain of the musketeers was none other than Dalamiz's uncle, and when most of them followed the king to Dunkerke for the entrance ceremony, such a person was one of the only people they could trust, "Well, you come back as soon as possible." D'Artagnan said, a suspicion lingering between his brows, but there was no room for disparity when it came to the king's security.

As soon as Dalamiz left, d'Artagnan leaned against the window, watched as Dalamiz ran swiftly across the square, and in a few minutes came out of a house with another man, who was indeed a reliable servant, and he and Dalamiz jumped on their horses, and then rushed out of town in the blink of an eye, d'Artagnan frowned in annoyance, hoping that it was just a trick of Miledi, and at the thought of this, he sent his men to summon some soldiers, and promised to give each of them an eju, in case Milady escaped.

Milady didn't want to escape, if the king was reminded that he was safe and sound, then Milady was a courtier worthy of praise, and if the king didn't escape, then I was afraid that there would be chaos here soon.

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Regardless of how anxiously Dalamiz hurried in such a way that he would break his neck if he fell, from the white marble floor of St. Martin's Cathedral, past the brown earth and blue-gray slate, we could see a crypt hung with dim oil lamps, every church has such a huge cellar, no less than the buildings on the ground, sometimes it was used by the priests for refuge, sometimes they used it to store wine and food, and sometimes it was used as a tomb, in St. Martin's Cathedral this cellar was used for the last purposeThe bones are neatly hung from the top to the wall, like a decorative tapestry.

But there was not much of an unpleasant smell here, after all, the bones had been carefully processed by the priests, and some of the corpses that had retained their muscles and skin could even be said to be serene, and a fresh corpse was placed on the stone platform surrounded by grease, spices, and the smell of death.

"Is that him?" asked one of the priests.

"A sinner who succumbs to evil desires. Another priest said.

"The primer for the potion is here. The third priest said that when he said this, everyone was looking up, and although the sound from here could not reach above, and the sound from above could not reach below, they seemed to be able to hear the music from heaven: "But are you sure you want to do this?"

"We can only take a risk," said the first clergyman, "and it is forgivable to commit such a crime for the sake of a kingdom." ”

This is an unusually ironic statement, because Henry IV converted to Catholicism as a Huguenot follower in order to inherit the throne of France, and said that a Mass was worth celebrating for a kingdom, and now they were going to kill his grandson and make another of his descendants king. ”

"Will the Prince of Condé be willing to accept it?" said the second priest uneasily.

"Either the head hits the ground or he wears the crown, he'll make a choice. The last priest said, and he took out a bottle from his bosom, and poured the blood of the newly deceased, and almost immediately, the liquid boiled inside.

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By the time Dalamiz stepped into the gates of Dunkirk, the ceremony had already entered the process of receiving communion.

The king, as the most revered man here, should have been the first to partake of communion, and a reckless soldier interrupted the process—Mr. Bishop read the note and was rather unimpressed, for it was impossible for Milady's words to attempt to poison the king's communion. Because anything the king put into his mouth was tested two or three times, one of which was inevitably done by the monks of the Inquisition—when the king was already in the open and gaining power, he was in more danger than ever, so that in addition to poison, his enemies would also use curses to assassinate him.

The little pancakes and wine were served on sterling silver plates and jugs, and Daramiz watched the king partake of the sacrament without showing any signs of strangeness, and his shoulders, which had been tense, slowly relaxed, and then the bishop, and the bishop was fine...... Thinking that this might indeed be another deception by Milady, Dalamiz couldn't help but blush with anger, but his uncle comforted him and said that when it came to the king's safety, no matter how cautious he was, the king and the protagonist would never reproach him for his gullibility, but would reward him.

Standing in the shadow of the side aisle of the church, with a wall behind them, depicting saints and virgins, with hanging curtains in front of them, separated from the people who were doing mass, Dalamiz hurried back to the town— Perhaps Miledi had already escaped by this time, and as soon as he turned around, he crashed into a lady, which can be said to be quite rude, but before the Mass was over, neither Dalamiz's behavior nor the lady's behavior was a bit out of place, and Dalamiz's uncle was about to reproach the impatient nephew, only to find that he had sharply drawn his sword and stabbed the lady in the throat!

A scream echoed throughout the church, but not from those who had witnessed Dalamiz's atrocities—but from the other direction, and Dalamiz's uncle immediately grasped his short-handled musket, and when he saw an official suddenly open his upper and lower jaws flush with his forehead, he did not hesitate to give a shot to the man's large black mouth, and then he drew his saber with agility, and with a single sword pierced the head of an aco.

The King and the Bishop had the privilege of having a privilege, and of course, even the Communion, which was clean and non-poisonous, their enemies had poisoned it in the Communion used by others from the very beginning—the officials and nobles of Dunkirk, one by one, they pressed their throats, stood up, and in a matter of seconds they became incomparably monstrous and tall monsters, and the people around them had either changed or were torn apart by them before they changed.

Dalamiz and his uncle ran to the king and the bishop.

"Ghouls. Mr. Bishop said with disgust, but fortunately the king was determined to enter Dunkerke with his soldiers and not with useless courtiers, so that the ghouls, though numerous, could not threaten them for a moment, "Let's go!" said Mr. Bishop, but the king said, "Go and see the door!"

Dalamiz, who was a few steps behind his uncle, turned to the door of the church at once at the king's command, and with a push he knew that the door had been bolted from the outside, and before he could say anything about the king and the bishop, he saved his shouting and ran back to fight the soldiers shoulder to shoulder.

But neither the musketeers of Dalamiz, nor the warriors who were indomitable and brave on the battlefield, could not compare with the monks of the Inquisition when they faced these inhuman monsters, and when they saw these monsters, their eyes burst with hatred, and with a single stretch of their hand, they drew a folded scythe from under their crude linen robes.

The bullets and swords of the muskets could not stop the gnawing and scratching of the ghouls unless they cut off their heads, but the sickles of the monks did not, these curved blades with white light, and in a flash, a ghoul was split in two, sometimes with the head and neck apart, sometimes with half the head and half of the shoulders, sometimes from the shoulders to the chest, or from the waist— The power carried by the scythe was like sulfuric acid, or flame, and when the corpses fell to the ground, they would continue to devour them, like countless invisible insects gnawing at the flesh that began to decay in a matter of seconds.

Dalamiz had seen a ghoul for the first time, and the soldiers had heard of it— They can be a nightmare for all soldiers, in the seventeenth century, when there was no medical care and post-war logistics, soldiers were wounded, unless they had a close friend or a trusted relative, they had to wait for death on the battlefield, and when night fell, the battlefield was filled with greedy thieves and ghouls, the former could give you a happy death, and the latter preferred only those who could not flee but were still sentient, and ghouls were known to not only devour corpses but also prey on young children.

But legend has it that ghouls only appear in cemeteries that are not cared for by the power of the Church, and they are not human-become—Mr. Bishop hides the king behind him and looks at them with a grim expression, believing that this is yet another conspiracy of the enemy.

"Your Majesty," said Mr. Bishop, "don't worry, people outside will soon notice here." He looked at the two soldiers who were criing out on the high windowsill, breaking the lead bars and parquet glass, but he immediately felt the king's hand suddenly grasp him: "Do you smell anything?"

"What ......"

Before Mr. Bishop could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt a burning heat under his feet, and tiny clouds of smoke rose from the small black holes in the carpet like demonic tentacles.

The next moment, the ground they were on collapsed without warning.

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Ever since he became Louis XIV, Louis had heard the word hell countless times from the lips of the clergy and his mother, and of course, there was nothing more terrible for the faithful, when people did not regard feces or bodily fluids as filthy things, and when they wanted to scold others, they would have said that they should let him go to hell, and there were also scenes of hell on countless pictures, and even more before, he had seen people's virtual scenes of hell on more intuitive screens.

But he's in hell right now.

The ghouls were just trying to delay them so that they wouldn't be so quick to discover the extraordinary warmth of this church.

All the people in the church, or the ghouls, without exception, fell into a burning cavern, and with the falling masonry, some were wailing, some were crying out to God, and some were screaming frantically, and as far as the eye could see, it was either gray smoke or golden-red flames, everything they could touch was scalding, and at the touch it was a bright red scar - the fuel of the flames was a corpse of bones— The priests disposed of the bones the same way the Egyptians had done with their kings, but Dunkirk was never a dry place, so the bones were soaked in grease to prevent decay, so when they burned, they were like the most expensive and evil candles, constantly crackling - The people they ignited, or the ghouls, ran around at the sound of this, asking for help in vain, but there was no water, only fire, and they rolled horribly like a fireball with limbs and a head, and then suddenly collapsed and died, and continued to burn.

Louis fainted beside Bishop Mazarin when he saw him, bleeding from his forehead, but still alive, which made the king breathe a sigh of relief, and then he heard someone shouting loudly for His Majesty, and the sound came from above, but with only one mouth, he inhaled a mouthful of hot air and smoke, and he immediately closed his mouth, took the ring from his hand, and threw it into the sky that was faintly visible.

While the voice was still shouting, Louis kept throwing buttons, pins, and finally the cross that Monsieur Bishop hung around his neck.

Dalamiz had run to observe the door of the church, so when he turned around, there were many ghouls between him and the king, which almost killed him, but it also saved his life, and he was on the edge when the ground collapsed, and instinctively retreated, and when he was out of danger, he found that the king was gone, and he bravely returned to his place, but he was like facing a great furnace that was blazing, and he could not see anything but fire and smoke, so he ran anxiously around the place that looked like the entrance to hell, and it was the bright light of the golden cross that caught his attention。

He knew at a glance that it was the king's cross.