Contaminated blood dripped into the well.

Like throwing away a bag of garbage, the Knights, who didn't bother to turn their heads, withdrew from the city of Faldor.

Then, there was a scene that everyone was already very familiar with, the people in Wangying City were mourning, and the Simeng officers and soldiers entered the city, and there was nothing to be done.

But this time, all the full picture was released.

Those infected victims wailed in pain, turned into flesh and blood monsters who were neither human nor ghost, and ran to their families, wives and daughters.

As the condition worsens, it gradually begins to increase from one or two sporadic ones.

The fighting on the battlefield has not stopped, and for the officers and soldiers who are not aliens, the tragedies on the light screen seem to be more like the background of the battle at this moment.

At first, almost only the two remaining Inhumans on the battlefield stopped their swords and looked up at the huge curtain of light.

This is not a plot CG, they can still act, and there are many people who don't think so, just burying their heads in the fight, but they can't help but gradually follow each other's surprised eyes and look up at the sky.

"That's you."

Tilda looked at Gascoen in front of him and spoke softly.

Then, she turned her head to look at all the disciples below who had been clearly distracted by the content of the light curtain, and raised her voice:

"That's you!"

"You are commanded to do what you are told, thinking that you are preaching the way of God and shepherding the world, and this is what Gascoen has asked you to do!"

Her voice was filled with spiritual power, echoing over the borders of the entire West Asia.

Han Dongwen in the distance listened to it in his ears and couldn't help but nod.

Tilda's statement is safest.

Even if this is a heinous crime, it is the church itself that drives the cultists.

She can't blame every cog, only one or two exemplars, and the real opponent is always Gascohen.

"Is this what you are, who have set up a false Son and rebelled from the way of God?"

Her silver hair fluttered in the cold wind, and it was hard not to notice.

Grand Duke of the Principality of West Asia, the Holy Daughter of the State Religion of West Asia.

The soldiers had lost count of the number of times they had bowed to Tilda, and they had lost count of how many people were talking in private about such a perfect renegade.

They were hesitant.

She turned to look at Gascohen.

At this time, Gascoen should be hysterical, he should be mad, he should defend loudly.

But he just quietly put his hand on the Holy Grail, Porta, and didn't say a word.

"Archbishop Gascoen has betrayed the Church of God, and I believe that His Majesty the Pope himself has also been victimized by him, and you will not be able to die for such a person!"

The shouts of killing are no longer audible.

Tilda gazed from above at the throne where the young Son of God was seated.

"Your plan is full of flaws, and the creation of gods is nothing more than a fleeting delusion."

She looked indifferently at the archbishop in front of her with an awe-inspiring expression.

"You've failed since you didn't kill me at Tharis Cathedral."

"Didn't snatch me back in the Morne Mountains, defeat on defeat."

"In the end, I framed Simeng and slaughtered the city, and used the means of Emperor Simeng to put me and Simeng in injustice, in order to finally kidnap the entire Holy See and bury you with you, and the last step is naturally a complete failure."

Gascohen sighed and didn't speak.

"What else do you want!"

Tilda asked.

As she spoke, the spear in her hand was raised.

"I lost, but you don't understand, you don't understand......"

Gascoen looked sideways at Porta beside him, his face full of regret.

"You don't understand, in the coming future, a kingdom without gods can only be a companion jewel to someone else's crown, you don't understand how important this is."

Tilda closed her eyes lightly:

"The Lord of God has never been far from West Asia, and your three defeats are His will."

"He never left Sia, only from you."

After speaking, the wind rises.

The Ice Wheel above the sky suddenly exploded, like the wings of an angel descending in a snowy night.

In the light curtain behind her, the white robe of the Emperor of Simeng was already dyed red and black, and the breath he breathed turned into a white mist in the night.

Ice guns blasted down.

*****

Nancy stood in front of Han Dongwen, staring at the sky in a daze.

"Why is your emperor so miserable? Didn't he kill anyone? ”

She didn't look back, and her tone was very puzzled.

"Killed."

Han Dongwen replied simply.

She turned her head to look at Han Dongwen and nodded as if she didn't understand.

"Now...... Is it okay? ”

Those watery eyes blinked, like the most ignorant girl.

Han Dongwen stood silent for a moment, and suddenly spoke:

"I'm curious about something, maybe you can talk to me about it."

Nancy motioned silently for him to speak.

"I wonder what Gascohen promised you to make the whole church so willingly rebel against the Grand Mansion."

Han Dongwen really needs to know about this.

Fighting, the church should not be able to defeat the archduke.

It is impossible for Gascohen not to weigh this.

Even if he had the kind of tricks in the cathedral that could temporarily weaken Tilda's strength, it would never be possible to take out this hole card with great fanfare to recruit troops and persuade him to rebel.

So, what did he promise to get the whole church to follow him like this?

Nancy looked at Han Dongwen and suddenly smiled.

"The whole church? No...... Gascoen doesn't need an entire church at all, right? ”

"My Knights are the only ones, he doesn't need to endure everyone in the Knights, he just needs me."

"Isn't that the case in Simeng?"

Han Dongwen is speechless.

Even if a soldier's duty is to obey, if it is a blatant rebellion, it will naturally be ......

"And this is not a rebellion, this is the rehabilitation of the aposthors of the Church, this is a devotion to God."

Nancy's tone was firm: "Even if the enemy is strong and I am weak, it is a great thing that believers who are willing to sacrifice their lives will move forward." ”

Great...... Is it?

Han Dongwen looked at the battlefield in the distance, and suddenly realized how convenient this kind of religion and piety was from the perspective of a manager.

Only, there will be sacrifices.

The blonde girl in front of her is one of the victims of this convenience.

"There's one more question."

Han Dongwen spoke: "When you ran away just now, did you know where you were running?" ”

Nancy smiled, "Of course I do." ”

Instead of fleeing to the territory of West Asia, she rushed headlong in the direction of Eagle City.

Now beneath their feet is the land of Eagle City.

Han Dongwen asked, "Why don't you run to West Asia?" After all, that's your home base. ”

She looked back in the direction of Sia, and there was a rare look of loneliness on her face.

"If a sick body like me runs back to West Asia, it will naturally cause a plague there, so it is better to die in Simeng."

That is, to use his own death to poison one last time.

The last time there was someone who did this, it was Gongsun Xue.

But Gongsun Xue is a medicine cocoon who only obeys orders, how much better is Nancy in front of her than Gongsun Xue?

"It's all over."

Nancy raised her hand and pointed to the light curtain in the sky that was gradually dissipating, and lowered her head slightly: "...... you said earlier"

Han Dongwen nodded and took a deep breath.

"You come with me."

(End of chapter)