Roland didn't mind Leon using himself as bait, but rather agreed with this kind of whistleblowing: "It's really the Knights of the Dawn to come here to eliminate heresy as the order of the dawn, and if they can kill Agraim, I don't mind being seen as a rebel by them." ”

"But I think...... When they see Agrim, they might turn around and run......"

Renard spread his hands, expressing distrust of his former group.

"If I can make the Fields and the Fallen desperate, I can also make the Knights of the Dawn and Agrave fight to the death."

Leon pouted: "I told them that Roland was in Lion Lake City - after entering Lion Lake City, I will see how they run...... It's just that before the Knights of the Dawn arrive, I'll have to hold Agrim back......"

"My lord, I think you'd better stay away from Agrim...... If people with evil thoughts are really attracted to it. ”

Risa Dilan said faintly.

Li Ang looked left and right, and everyone looked at Li Ang and nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I'll admit it...... I have a lot of evil thoughts in my heart, and I guess it's really not suitable to get close to that big eyeball......"

The lord sighed, and he really didn't have much confidence in his character: "Then, who is going to do this job?" ”

This time, everyone turned their heads in unison and looked at Sir Roland at the same time.

Obviously, everyone had little confidence in their own character, and they all felt that only a paladin like Roland would not be affected in any way.

"Actually, I also have evil thoughts......"

Roland was stared at a little uncomfortably: "I peeked at girls taking a shower when I was younger, and I still miss it...... However, I do do my best to hold Agrim at bay. ”

"Ahem, that's not called evil thoughts...... Then I'll be sorry for you, Sir Roland, and lead Agrim to the east side of Lion Lake. Don't fight it, and if necessary, let the city Vidis King do more...... When in danger, fire the arrows, and Risardiran and I will follow you. ”

The biggest evil thought in his life is just peeking at the girl taking a bath, so it seems that this job is indeed suitable only for Roland, but Li Ang explained it with some unease, he was worried that Roland would not be able to help but play with the big eyeballs.

"Lord Leon, if you don't fight with Agrim, how are you going to lead it to the east?"

Illano, who had not spoken, asked a question.

"Use this ......"

Leon felt two iron bumps from his back.

That's a grenade.

Jointly produced by Maixiang International and Noldor Enchantment Workshop, it is made by local method and handmade......

Although the airtightness has not been solved, the lethality is really indescribable, and it is estimated that the effect of blowing up the fallen is not good...... But the sound and light effects are excellent, guaranteed to be full of movement, and it is definitely a must-have product to seduce and scare those non-humans who have never seen the world.

…………

Afternoon.

The sun is shining, the trees and grass are green, the blue sky is like a mirror, and the years are quiet.

But Olswood wasn't good at all.

This short half a day is probably like half a century for a person who has been suffering.

Olswood wanted to die quickly at this time, no matter how he did, as long as he died quickly.

This was probably the least demanding wish he had ever made in his life.

And, in this half day, he had already made this wish to all the gods he knew.

But he couldn't fulfill this wish, because he couldn't move at this time, and he couldn't even move his eyes.

The Devourer's large eyes seemed to convey a kind of coercion that kept him suppressed and made him look like a sober vegetative person.

I couldn't move my whole body, but I felt it clearly, and I didn't fall unconscious from the severe pain.

'Devourer' Agraim probably genuinely likes Olthwood—he's been pouting Olthwood all afternoon.

On a small wooden altar, very carefully kept.

Olswood was being fiddled with like a ragged rag doll at this point.

Great fear and pain stayed with him, but he couldn't be unconscious or move.

His body was shaved bare, without a single hair, and some of the finest parts had been unloaded.

Those parts that were removed included the scalp, eyelids, ears, nose, tongue, the first knuckle of all fingers and toes, and certain important parts for succession.

But Agraim never turned him into a degenerate.

It looked like it was going to eat Olswood—or it wouldn't have been so clean.

After all, as is often the case, this treatment is only seen in pigs.

At this time, Agraim was tearing off the top layer of skin for Oswood - it was tearing very carefully, as if it was afraid that it would kill people with too much force, so it was peeling off the skin little by little.

Olswood was speechless at this point, he had been howling for four hours before this, and he had long since lost his energy.

But Agraim has been carefully taking care of his body, and he has never stopped.

Olswood's eyes were already full of ashes, and he probably wanted to close them, but no one without eyelids could do this, and he could only watch as the skin on his body was torn off piece by piece and thrown to the ground.

It wasn't until it was getting late and the moon was high that Agraem had peeled off the last bit of skin from Olswood's body that he finally stopped.

It seemed very pleased with its masterpiece - Olswood was still not dead, and his whole body was clean, just revealing the bright red dermis, but he didn't bleed much.

A piece of the freshest pure flesh, a most evil soul, enshrined by one of the most powerful sacrificers.

The perfect offering.

“…… Come, my love, leave the abyss with this sinful soul and conquer this continent with me and take out the gatekeeper who banished us! ”

Aigrim stared at the moon in the sky and muttered.

Subsequently, it began to chant a mysterious incantation.

The incantation rang out, and something on the altar that looked like a hard-shelled book opened with the incantation, and a thick black mist poured out of the open pages, gradually enveloping Agraim and the 'clean' Oswood.

The strange sound of the incantation surrounded a large number of fallen people around the altar, blocking them one after another, but none of the fallen entered the black mist, as if they were both afraid and longing for the black mist.

An endless and distant wail came from the black mist, as if from afar, getting closer and closer.

"Boom! Rumble...... Airplanes...... Airplanes! Boom Boom Boom ......"

At this moment, a continuous loud noise was heard, a terrible sound accompanied by a strong firelight, turning the night into a bustling noise.

The Fallen who were crowded near the altar were blown away.

The black-fogging hard-shell book on the altar was also blown away by the powerful shock wave caused by the explosion.

A loud wail rang out across the field, the pages of the book were blown shut, and the black fog was blown away.

Agraem emerged from the scattered black mist, and it seemed to be stunned for a moment, then turned its head, and its two gray and terrifying eyes showed an eerie and dangerous look.

Then, it opened its big mouth: "Howl! ”

Obviously, this is an angry roar.

It seems that its ritual, which had been busy from noon until midnight, was interrupted by the series of bombardments.

Thirty meters away, Illano rode a lightly armed Gatu horse, the only one trained to explode, and she was stunned to see Agrim appear.

She was holding a grenade with a fuse in her hand, and next to her was an elite squad selected by Roland, dozens of people with better riding skills.

"Agraim! It's actually here! Teacher, get out! ”

Illano reacted quickly, raised his hand and threw the grenade over, and then turned around and ran with the people, calling Roland as he ran.

"That's the heresy codex!"

Roland let out a sudden exclamation, and then rushed to the hard-shell book that had been blown away.

It was only a dozen meters from the side of Agraim.

Agraem also noticed Roland charging at it, and he stretched out his claws and pulled out the axe that had been stuck in the side of the altar.

But by this time, a black thing had already flown in front of its eyes.

The Devourer was indeed very reactive, and with a single axe, it split the grenades flying towards it, and its movements were extremely agile, and the blade even had an afterimage.

It was a visual remnant caused by the extreme speed at which the axe was swung.

"Boom...... Buzz ......"

The grenade exploded at the moment of contact with the ax.

Science can indeed be considered magic...... Naturally, the consequences of chopping bombs with knives and axes are relatively serious.

Even though Agraem wasn't human, he was blown up and fell into the crowd of the Fallen.

When the smoke cleared, Agraem stood up again, most of its body blackened, and only one and a half of its eyes remained—a piece of broken iron embedded in its right eye, which seemed to have been cut off from its bare eyeball.

But this kind of eye injury, which can make ordinary people lose most of their combat effectiveness, seemed to be nothing to Agraem, who just roared again, and then rode his demon horse to the east.

Because at this time, Agraim could only see the backs of dozens of fast horses fleeing......

Sir Roland's master and apprentice had already run back.

In fact, they didn't know that Agraim was here.

It was night, and Agraim was shrouded in black fog again, and Roland and Illano didn't see it at all, only a large crowd of Fallen Ones.

Illano thought she should try throwing some grenades first to see if she could lure the degenerates away—she wasn't sure if they would work.

The grenade did work well, she succeeded, and it wasn't just the Fallen who they had led away, most of the Fallen around them were chasing after Agraeme—anyone with legs was running.

"Illano...... You bring the heresy codes to Lord Leon, and I'll take them away!" ”

Roland rode his horse and looked back, tossed the book to Illano, and then pulled out the grenade in his arms—the grenade he had brought was not yet useful, but Illano had almost used it.

Illano took the book, sped his horse, and went south alone through a small hill in front of him.

Roland, on the other hand, led twenty or thirty men straight forward, carrying Agrim and countless degenerates behind him to the east.

……

On the altar, Oswood was still lying there, his big eyelid beads bare, but he could still see a dull look.

His chest was still heaving, and he still hadn't turned into a depraved or anything else - the sacrifice had been interrupted, and he had escaped.

But just because you're not dead doesn't mean you're alive......

And I'm afraid it's worse than death.

All the moving degenerates have left, leaving Olthwood alone—or rather a piece of meat.

He twitched.

The 'man', who had been skinned and had had almost all the external parts that could be cut off, gradually moved his fingers as Agrim left.

Agraem's suppression of him was gone, and he was able to move.

But he was only able to lie down and move, he couldn't walk, he couldn't even get up.

He was left with only one arm, all his fingers had lost their first knuckle with a nail cover, his foot was gone, and his whole body was devoid of epidermis. The lower half of his body was already bald, and the blood was covered with the altar, and he was extremely weak.

He knew what had happened to him, and he could see what he was like now, and the endless pain had been with him from beginning to end, even deep into his soul.

However, he never fell into a coma, and the body's self-protection response did not take effect.

Agraem made him experience the deepest despair and pain, just as he had inflicted on others.

Moreover, he also 'saw' other sights in the black fog......

It was an endless abyss, a vague and gloomy place, and he didn't know what was in it, but he could feel extreme fear and oppression—almost the same as he had faced Agrim.

While tormented, Oswood wanted to die and wanted to die as soon as possible.

But now, when Agraim left, he didn't want to die—people are always like this, the desire to die is only temporary, and after that while, he will return to the full desire to live.

Only now, he found a deeper despair.

His legs and right arm had been blown to shreds - at least five grenades had landed on the edge of the altar, almost all of them around him.

Oswood was not an Agraem, he only had one hand and two feet shattered, but he didn't hurt his chest and abdomen, which was already considered lucky.

But the pain of being chopped alive made Oswood realize until now that his right arm and the sole of his foot had stuck to the altar, rotting into mud.

He could move, but he couldn't.

Without feet, without fingers, he couldn't even roll over or crawl.

Suddenly, he saw what seemed to be a light in the distance, as if someone was coming with a torch.

“…… Help ......"

Oswood shouted the word almost with his last strength.

"I seem to hear something...... Someone seems to be calling for help? ”

This is the voice of Risa Diran.

He followed Roland with the Noldor Guard, and Leon also led the cavalry to the east ready to support.

Now that the Fallen have been lured away, after avoiding the cluster of Fallen, Risadillan is going to check if there are any Fallen here, make up for the wounded and dead, and then follow from behind to pick up Roland.

The Noldor Killer, who had excellent ears, heard the movement keenly.

“…… Help ......"

A faint voice came again.

Soon, a group of Noldor surrounded the small altar.

"According to Sir Roland's description of heresy, it seems to be a sacrifice of heretics...... He's alive? Incredible......"

Risardran looked at the lump of meat on the altar.

"Give him a good time...... It's better to die. ”

A Noldor Ranger was a little unbearable.

All the Noldor didn't know that this was Olswood—no one knew a piece of meat, and besides, the Noldos didn't know Olswood in the first place.

"Tell me your name...... We will bury you well. ”

Risadilan accepted his men's advice, and he also felt that it would be the most merciful thing to do to give the lump of meat a good time.

"I ...... Frey's ...... Oswood ......"

The lump of flesh made a weak voice intermittently: "...... Save me...... I don't want to die...... I have...... Lots of money ......"

"Oswood?"

Risa Dilan was stunned, and then let out a cruel smile: "Okay, don't let him die, stop the bleeding for him!" ”