"Miranda, thank you for your hard work this time. The www.biquge.info of Pen, Fun, and Pavilion actually want you to clean up this mess......"

The figure shrouded in light, said.

Loving, gentle, and ...... Apologies.

Miranda, who knelt on one knee, said more and more respectfully: "Your Majesty, believers are guilty, everything I have done is just atonement, please don't mind." ”

"So...... Miranda, do you have anything I need to promise you?"

Listening to that voice, Miranda showed a bright smile and said, "If you can, please prepare a funeral for me, Your Majesty the Pope." ”

......

The afterglow of the setting sun lazily stepped into the horizon, and the bright moonlight spread across the sky.

Night...... Befall!

However, the night did not bring tranquility, on the contrary, there was a commotion outside the inn.

Sticker slowly pushed the coffin open and sat up, somehow putting on the black knight's armor again.

He walked to the window unhurriedly, looked at the Praetorian Guards of the royal capital who were assembling and rectifying, and opened the corners of his mouth slightly, leaking a playful smile.

"Believe...... It would be interesting...... Hum hum ......"

......

"Hey, what's going on somewhere?"

The person who was watching the excitement turned back very impatiently, wanting to teach the guy who bothered him a good lesson.

However, when he saw that the other party was a hot beauty wearing pajamas and **** half-exposed, he immediately changed his face and said earnestly: "You really asked the right person, my uncle's neighbor's family has a child who is serving in the royal capital Praetorian Guard, I heard that spies from other countries have mixed in, and there is a wanted notice just pasted there!"

The hot beauty suddenly ignored the other party and looked towards the wanted post.

Then she gasped.

"Sticky, isn't it, isn't it just refusing to live in the palace?

Mike said incredulously.

......

"Assault troops, prepare to attack! Repeat, the enemy is strong, no need to be captured alive, execute on the spot!"

In the front headquarters, the commander of the Wangcheng Guards gave the order.

Immediately, he looked at a delicate beauty beside him and said, "That's it, Your Royal Highness the Princess." ”

The princess, however, looked at the empty clearing on her side without saying a word.

"Very well done, I will keep my promise and lead you into the kingdom of God without aging and disease. ”

Such a voice echoed in the princess's ears, and she subconsciously blocked her bright red lips with the folding fan in her hand, leaking a greedy smile.

......

"Receive the order, execute on the spot, assault!"

At the sound of an order, the Imperial Guards rushed forward and broke down the door to Stick's room.

In the night, the figure was dressed in equally dark armor and a blood-red cloak on its back, fluttering in the wind.

It's like being in the night, stepping on a sea of blood.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Suddenly, the arrows as dense as raindrops flashed with cold light and shot out.

In an instant, the figure was drenched in crimson, knocked down by the impact of the arrow.

"Victory...... Done?"

It was so easy that the commanders who led the team were a little unbelievable.

However, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when one of the Praetorian Guards stepped forward to confirm that the enemy had no heartbeat.

"Phew, the enemy has been executed, and everyone is beginning to evacuate. ”

The commander gave the order, and everyone began to leave.

"Stupid...... Lackeys ??????"

Suddenly, a deep voice echoed behind the group.

"Alert!"

The commander shouted an order, and everyone re-raised their weapons and looked behind them.

And the next scene they saw became the last fear and despair in their lives.

"Excellent weapons, very good combat qualities, but ......"

With this sound, scarlet blood poured all over the ground towards Stik, like a river flowing backwards, reconverging at its source.

"A mere lackey is not qualified to defeat me......"

In an instant, Stitch stood up again, and the wound on his body disappeared without a trace in the "crackling" sound of the arrows falling.

"Wail, howl like a dog!"

As he spoke, Stik grinned, a mouth full of fangs, and instead of using weapons or magic, he simply slit the throat of a Praetorian Guard.

"Click!"

With a crisp thud, a head rolled to the ground, and Sticky grinned and pounced on his next target, baring his fangs that were constantly falling blood.

"Ahh

With a scream of terror, the remnants of the royal capital Praetorian Guards all collapsed!

Sticker raised his hand unhurriedly and waved it a few times at will, and suddenly several Praetorian Guards seemed to be cut off by invisible blades.

Relentless and bloody killings.

"Weird...... Monster!"

In just a moment, the last man was left of the troops who burst in, and he wailed and frantically tugged at the gate, but it seemed to be held down by an invisible force and could not be opened.

"Uh-huh...... So, what are you who are so stupid as to confront monsters that you are so stupid that you can't help yourself? Answer me? Okay?"

Blood was running from the corners of his mouth, and he smiled.

In a trembling state, he raised his weapon and pierced his chest...... He committed suicide......

"Uh-huh...... Fragile and resilient human ...... It's a pity that most human beings are fragile most of the time, when will that unyielding tenacity be appreciated again......"

Sneering, Sticker did not launch a counterattack, but closed his eyes and contacted Wooger through his spiritual imprint.

"Imp, help me relay something to Master Hagrid......"

......

"Say whatever you want, you annoying thing!"

Hagrid was in a bad mood, as being forcibly woken out of bed in the middle of the night was not a pleasant event, especially after three days and three nights of sleepless work.

"Hum ......"

"Shut up, you idiot! You don't have to learn to laugh! Tell it in a nutshell!"

In Hagrid's angry scolding, Woog said with a face full of grievances: "Please give the order to counterattack, the enemy has killed as expected." ”

"Didn't you say it a long time ago! You dragged me off my warm and comfortable bed in the middle of the night?

Hagrid said dissatisfied.

Wooger continued: "Yes, yes, but this time the enemy is different. ”

Hagrid frowned slightly, and asked, "Tricky?"

"The enemy is ......" Wooger was stunned when he said this.

Hagrid, on the other hand, was furious: "Bastard, why do you shut up at the critical moment, are you stupid enough to even speak as a challenge?"

“...... Be...... Human ......"

Amid the scolding, Wooger's voice trembled.

......

"Yes, human. Humanity that I have slaughtered. However, there are more humans waiting to be killed and devoured by me on the streets. ”

Sticky said with a smile.

"Probably someone at the top was under control, so these stupid lackeys rushed up and sent them to their deaths. And on the streets, there are more such stupid lackeys. I will kill them without a trace of regret and without any hesitation. So, do you still insist on your orders?Lord Hagrid?My Chief Paladin?Lord Paladin of Light?Huh?"

"I'm using magic, I'm killing the enemy, but it's your will to kill them in the end, so what should I do? Do I fight back against the humans who are the first to raise their weapons, thinking of hitting us and killing us, or do I just turn away without saying anything? hmm? Insist on victory? Or is it a cowardly compromise? I await your final decision, Hagrid, St. Brooke. ”

......

However, is this order easily enforceable?

If the enemy is a ghoul, or a real Night Clan, even if it is a member of the royal family, Hagrid can not hesitate to order a hanging.

However, if the opponent is human......

From an emotional point of view, any species will produce certain psychological barriers when it strangles its own kind, and this psychological barrier of "human" is particularly prominent, because human beings have human nature.

Rationally, if Hagrid had given this order, there would have been no doubt that Sticker would have won a great victory, slaughtering the enemy to the ground. But then what?

The Temple of Light has been the pillar of faith in the Igura Continent for tens of thousands of years, but what will happen when the believers raise their butcher knives to kill the believers?

Will the commoners, the lords, and the royal family continue to support the Temple of Light as always?

"Six thousand years ago...... Is that what Mistress Rahil St. Tyrande is up against?"

Hagrid sighed and took out the sterling silver flask and drank it dry.

However, Hagrid still did not let go of the flask in his hand, as if time had frozen at this moment.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Hagrid suddenly "bumped", squatted the flask on the table, looked at Wooger, and said, "Tell that bastard not to underestimate me! Since the chief light paladin Rahel Tyrande six thousand years ago was able to defeat such an enemy, why can't I! Order! Kill the enemy when you see it! Don't escape! Don't hide! Give me a dignified face to kill and defeat all obstacles that stand in my way! Whether it's the Night Clan, or a human, or anything!

......

"Uh-huh...... It's wonderful, and I'm sure it's going to be a fun game...... No, it's a war! a wonderful war! a war has begun, and I will continue to bring victory to the Knights Templar!"