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Act IV Zealot

"Too much ??????"

"It's just too much??????"

"Killings without the slightest plan, stupidity without any meaning at all??????"

"How could there be so many chaotic Night Clans all of a sudden, and they are all just low-level miscellaneous soldiers?????? It's as if it's ?????? Someone is randomly reincarnating as a Night Clan??????"

Hagrid sat in his office, looking at the information on the NightClan massacres that had taken place one after another in the recent period. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But what he didn't know was that the enemy didn't just come from the outside??????

Saint-Wald, an eternally neutral but worshipped shrine.

Because, this is the territory of the Temple of Light.

"Hey, you two little ones, stop it!"

In the square of the Temple, Cardinal André scolded two children who had a big fight over the fruit after the meal.

"Violence cannot be used against friends, and you are probationary combat priests, so you must lead by example, otherwise you will not be able to reach the kingdom of God. ”

Although it was a reproach, the tall and strong bishop always maintained a gentle smile.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency. ”

The two children sincerely opened their mouths to admit their mistakes.

Andrei nodded in satisfaction and continued to teach them, "Remember, violence can only be inflicted on monsters and hypocrites. ”

As he spoke, he lovingly touched the top of the two children's heads.

At the same time, he saw an old, but still sturdy figure slowly walking towards him.

"Alright, remember what I said, you two go back to your room first. ”

"Yes, Lord Bishop!"

The two children said and left happily hand in arm.

André knelt down on one knee in front of the old figure, put his hand on his chest, and said respectfully and reverently: "I don't know what you have to do, my archbishop." ”

The old man did not answer immediately, but invited Andrei to take a walk, as if chatting casually: "A lot of strange things have happened recently. ”

Andre nodded and responded, "Well, I've heard a lot, it's the Night Clan." Moreover, the Knights Templar guys have already taken care of it. ”

The old man suddenly stopped at this time, and said in a somewhat strange tone: "Yes, and it is even better than we imagined, and the chaos was quickly suppressed." ”

Andre suddenly let out a sneer that was completely different from his previous gentle appearance, and said disdainfully: "That kind of 'beginner' is just like a baby who has just babbled compared to us. We in the Inquisition fought monsters outside of the NightClan much earlier than they did. However, since they love to be in the limelight, there is nothing wrong with giving me extra time to train the Trainee Combat Priests. ”

"If so, of course there's nothing wrong with that. ”

The old man's words obviously implied a deep meaning, and Andre couldn't help but let out a "oh?".

"So ??????"

Before André could finish speaking, the old man said: "The contradiction between our Inquisition and the group of 'hypocrites' in the Papal Palace has always been very acute, and this time the Knights Templar, who have always remained neutral, can be said to be shining in dealing with the chaos of the Night Clan, so the Pope's advisory group proposed a bill - "On the Abolition of the Inquisition". ”

"Ah, what a bunch of anxious guys. If the Inquisition could have been abolished so easily, the current system of the Temple of Light would not have existed for tens of thousands of years. ”

Andrei said nonchalantly.

The old man also nodded, but still spoke: "However, our Inquisition should also show its existence?????? It must be understood to all that we are the only absolute earthly spokespersons for the 'severity' of the Goddess of Light, and the most devout followers of the Goddess of Light. ”

"I see, but if there is a conflict with the Knights Templar??????"

Having said that, the corners of Andrei's slightly upturned mouth seemed to be eager for something like this to happen.

And the old man's answer did not disappoint him.

"As I said, we are the only absolute earthly spokespersons for the 'harshness' of the Goddess of Light, and the most devout believers of the Goddess of Light. ”

André listened, smiled and recited a passage from the "Anthem of Light".

"If anyone is not religious, he will be cursed, and the flame of the light will come and burn up, Amen!"

??????

"Hum ??????"

In an abandoned castle overrun by ghouls, Stitch happily uses his bloody spear to pierce one target after another.

Judging by the strange way the ghouls died, he seemed to be having a good time.

"Imp!"

As if tired of playing, Stitch was not attacking, but calling out to Wood.

Wu Ge, who was originally brushing horses outside the door, suddenly drew his giant sword and smashed his body directly through the castle wall to kill him.

The giant sword swung, and the ghouls were split in two by the waist and smashed to the ground.

Looking at the half-cut ghouls crawling on the ground in pain, Woolger couldn't help but say to himself: "These are puppets, not people, just like the straw men on the training ground?????? Just ordinary dolls??????"

After hypnotizing himself, Woog once again raised his greatsword and slaughtered into the ghoul horde.

Wielding his greatsword, Wooger was like an efficient meat grinder, with at least five or six ghouls falling with each swing, and his greatsword was swung faster and faster and more easily under the guidance of an almost instinctive direction.

But suddenly, a ghoul who had been cut off by the waist pounced on Wooger with his upper body.

However, in mid-air, the "half" ghoul was hit by a bloody spear and shattered in the air.

"Imp, ghouls and night-people are the same thing, and they can only be killed completely if they destroy their heads and hearts. And they didn't become like this because of their hobby. Anyway, once they become ghouls, it is impossible to re-become their original race, so it is for their sake to simply kill them. ”

After swinging his greatsword to clear a vacuum, Wooder turned to look at Stick, who was teaching him behind him. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth cracked, and a mouth full of hideous fangs leaked out, and blood-red eyes like jewels, as if enjoying the killing, and said, "Yes, my lord, my teacher. ”

After speaking, he directly slashed through the wall on the side with a sword.

When the wall collapsed, a ghoul was smashed in half from head to heart.

Looking at Wooger's performance, Spike whistles approvingly.

And this whistle was like a signal, and more ghouls converged on them from all directions!

In fact, Woogg's fierce fighting style is such that even ghouls whose hearing has been mostly degraded will be attracted to him.

However, Wooger, who was once chased by ghouls, now has a bloodthirsty and hideous smile crawling on his face.

"Humph!"

With a sneer, Wu Ge jumped directly into the center of the ghoul community in front of him with his giant sword.

"Smack!"

There was a crisp sound, and a ghoul was crushed to the ground as he hit the ground.

"Poof!"

With a backhand sword, the greatsword mercilessly sliced the ghoul's heart and entire body in two.

Then, with his sword in both hands, Wooger spun at high speed like a spinning top, and a large area of flesh and blood splattered in the place where the greatsword passed, and there was no longer a single intact ghoul.

Brutal!

Meantime.

Simple! Effective!

There were hundreds of ghouls, but in a matter of moments, they were cut into piles of pureed meat by Wooger.

When Woolger stopped and looked at the figure that had been stained red with blood, Stitch suddenly wanted to find something, and said playfully: "I seem to understand?????? What kind of existence is the Night Clan'???????"

Woog stood still, holding his greatsword uncontrollably and panting heavily.

However, this respite is not due to exhaustion, but to excitement!

The smell of flesh had an irresistible charm in his eyes at this moment, and he couldn't help but want to put the tempting red in his mouth and savor it.

And in fact, he did.

Wu Ge slowly moved his hand to his mouth uncontrollably, opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and probed towards the bright red blood.

Seeing this, Stitch on the side let out a low, powerful laugh through his helmet.

"Poof!"

It's very similar to Wooger's previous voice cutting off the ghoul, but the difference is that this time Wooger is penetrated!

Then, a dozen times in succession, Wooger fell to the ground weakly and painfully.

Stitch, who was standing on the side, looked at the more than a dozen sterling silver javelins engraved with golden spells behind Wu Ge, and couldn't help but be a little surprised: "The piercing spear blessed by the light magic technique?"

The next moment, a golden wind struck, turning into a golden wall that enveloped Sticker and Wooger.

Of course, the wind itself has no color, but the paper mixed with the wind emits a dazzling golden flame!

"Imprison the magic array. ”

At a glance, Sticker recognized the wind for what it really was.

"Jingle bell!"

A crisp sound echoed, and even the whistling wind could not be concealed.

"Jingle bell!"

When the voice sounded again, a tall, strong figure stepped over the wind and came to Stitch.

He wore a priest's robe from the Temple of Light, but the robe was not a symbol of pure silver, but a dark pitch black. The wind blew, and the Holy Cross crest on his side and the sterling silver javelin in his hand collided from time to time, making a "jingle" crunch.

Under the smile on his face, there is undisguised killing intent and madness.

"We are the spokesmen of the 'severity' of the goddess of light, the earthly executors of divine punishment, and our mission is to incinerate the monsters who dare to rebel against the goddess of light, as well as the ungodly hypocrites with golden flames!"

As he spoke, the man crossed the sterling silver javelins in his hands into the shape of a holy cross and shouted, "Amen!"

??????

"Commander, emergency!"

Colt hurried to Hagrid's office and shoved the door open.

As a result, Hagrid was found sleeping on his desk, and the materials that should have been piled up on his desk had been replaced by a larger pile of empty wine bottles.

Without hesitation, Colt ran to Hagrid's side, flung his armored palm and slapped Hagrid in the face.

The force of force immediately whipped Hagrid into the air and smashed him to the ground.

"Ah, Colt, is it dawn?"

Hagrid rubbed the droppings of his eyes and said with a little sleepy eyes.

Colt didn't care how thick the skin was, so he pushed away a pile of empty wine bottles in front of Hagrid, cleared out a place, and placed a document in front of him.

Hagrid lazily typed Hache before picking up the file and flipping through it.

Colt opened his mouth on the side and gave a general introduction: "The intelligence officer of the Inquisition has sent a report that the 'Saints' of the Inquisition has begun to operate!"

"The Saints' Order?" Hagrid recalled, continuing to review the documents, "The Inquisition's unofficial law enforcement agency is also the only and strongest fighting force after the abolition of the 'Knights of Judgment'. ”

"Exorcise demons and suppress heretics?????? It can be said that they are experts in foreign warfare, a group of absolutely pious 'fanatics' who will do anything for their beliefs. ”

"And what about sending troops?"

After a cursory look at the document in his hand, Hagrid went straight to the heart of the matter.

"Alone. ”

Colt spoke the words of Hagrid and Earl Quint.

Hagrid, on the other hand, was different from Count Quint - his complexion changed on the spot! Even his mind, which had been slightly confused by a hangover, came to his senses in an instant, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him!

"Member of the Advisory Council of the Inquisition, Cardinal, Combat Priest André St. Stirling. ”

Colt said what Hagrid feared most.

"Teng!" Hagrid jumped up from his seat and quickly ordered, "Prepare the horses, bring my armor and sword, I will also go to the castle of Beluk, Colt, the Inquisition will be negotiated!"

It's just that the headache caused by the hangover gave him a headache and almost fell to the ground.

Colt was quick to see and quickly supported Hagrid, and added an additional clause to Hagrid's order: "Prepare a carriage and two accompanying escorts to set off together." ”

The Templar Order's logistics were running at high speed, but everything was ready for a cup of tea. Before Hagrid got into the car, Colt read the latest information from the intelligence officer to him.

"Andrey the Battle Priest, Andrei the Hunter, Andrey the Silver Javelin, Andrei the Impalation Executioner, Andrei the Angel Dust?????? Origin, race, age are all unknown, but apart from these nicknames and nonsense, we know only one thing - he is the trump card of the Inquisition, like the ace of the Night Knight Stik on our side!"

"Fuck off that waste intelligence officer! he's out of work!"

Dissatisfied, Hagrid got into the carriage and headed straight for Belluk Castle, accompanied by the guards.

And his heart was irrepressibly worried.

Because fanatics have another name in the eyes of the world - absolute exterminists!

In other words, even in the face of the Night Knights and Night Knight Squires of the Templar Order, there is only one option for Andre - to kill the other party by any means to win??????

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]