Two hours ago, at midnight.

At night, the city of Jerusalem is lit up with sporadic lights, like a brocade in the vast sea of sand, and a 'caravan' is stationed in the southern part of the city.

The bearded man sat on a blanket, with wine in his left hand and dried meat in his right hand, eating a mouthful of wine and meat, with a gloomy expression, and a broken index finger hanging from his neck, like a dried corpse.

The index finger of his left hand was aching, the wound had not yet healed completely, and he could only hold the knife with his right hand now, but fortunately, his dominant hand was the right hand, so he would not become a wasted person.

The damage that woman caused to him is something he will never forget in his life, and he must take revenge!

"Mr. Simon, when are we going to do it?"

After eating the jerky in his hand, the bearded man asked the figure standing in the middle of the sand in front of him, always looking at Jerusalem: "I can't wait!" ”

"It's coming."

The cloaked figure and turbaned figure known as Mr. Simon uttered a slightly deep voice: "They are about to find the entrance to the ancient holy place, and what we have to do is wait." ”

Following them all the way, Ma Wei and the others entered Jerusalem during the day, and the Templars also chased them in, and the bearded man originally wanted to enter the city to rest, after all, outside the city was a wasteland, and the living conditions were not good

Mr. Simon made them wait outside the city, not wanting to enter the city, as if he was afraid of some presence in the city.

It doesn't matter if you don't go into the city, the bearded man is a lord who is at ease with what happens, when the sand bandits must have this kind of awareness, sleeping in the open is the norm, where can I eat and drink spicy food?

As long as you can take revenge, this bit of suffering is not bitter at all!

According to Mr. Simon's instructions, this time they waited for a great fortune! Once it is done, they will not have to worry about eating and drinking for ten lifetimes, and even those old men in Baghdad will have to be respectful to them!

Mr. Simon's words are divine will, the bearded man has always thought so, five years ago, he was a small sand bandit who almost died at the hands of the Templars, because he met Mr. Simon, and under his guidance, step by step to this day.

The bearded man glanced at the hundreds of brothers behind him and motioned for them to wait, but Mr. Simon turned around and said, "Did you gather these people?" ”

"I've sent invitations to the other bandits." The bearded man scratched the lice on his body and said, "They should be on their way, and I'm not sure when they'll arrive." ”

Mr. Simon said that the fortune was too great for a few hundred people to eat, and that he had to call more men, and the bearded man was convinced of this, and immediately sent a message to the other bandits, who were considered to be friends, inviting them to join up in the city of Jerusalem, for three days had passed and they had not yet arrived.

"Mr. Simon, if you can catch that woman, can you give her to me?"

"What do you want her to do?"

"I'm going to chop her up little by little!" The bearded man drew his dagger and said with a hideous face: "If she dares to cut off my fingers, I will cut her to a!" ”

Mr. Simon didn't seem to care about the bearded man's hatred: "Okay, if you can catch her, it doesn't matter if you give it to you, she doesn't matter." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Simon!"

Looking up at the sky, Mr. Simon suddenly became irritable: "What about the others? Why haven't they come yet?! ”

As soon as the words fell, sand dust rose at the end of the sand in the distance, and a group of sand bandits with hundreds of people rushed to arrive, and it didn't take long for another bandit to arrive.

In less than an hour, two or three thousand people gathered in this sandy area, all with scarves covering their faces and holding scimitars, all of them bandits licking blood on the tip of the knife.

"Haha! Mr. Simon, here they are! The bearded man laughed: "Are these people enough!" ”

The gaze shot from under the cloak swept over the bandits, and after a while, Mr. Simon chuckled, "Almost." ”

"Visam! You cried us out to Jerusalem, saying, "Where is the great riches?" ”

A big-shouldered and round-waisted sand bandit leader threw off his horse, came to the bearded man, and asked, "Don't shake us!" ”

"Mr. Simon said that there is great wealth, that is, there is great wealth!" The bearded man sneered: "If you don't want to, you can not come!" Take your people with you now! ”

Seeing that the bearded man was so confident, the sand bandit leader changed his gaze a few times, laughed a few times, stepped forward and grabbed the bearded man's shoulders and said, "Visam, you are out of sight!" Back then, we were all brothers who escaped death! Of course, there are good things to share! I believe in Mr. Simon as much as you do! What kind of treasure is it? ”

"I'll have to ask Mr. Simon!"

Mr. Simon, who was asked, did not bother to deal with them, and kept staring at Jerusalem, and under the constant questioning of the bearded man, he said impatiently: "That is a crystal more precious than gold!" It's a treasure of the Ancient Holy City! Only certain beings can be opened, and they have arrived in Jerusalem! ”

As soon as they heard that it was a crystal more precious than gold, the sand bandits suddenly jumped to try: "When will you do it?" Where's the baby? ”

"It's coming, it's coming."

Perfunctory to the sand bandit behind him, Mr. Simon kept muttering something, and his emotions became more and more excited, and his body kept trembling.

The bearded man, who felt a little strange, walked up to him and asked cautiously, "Mr. Simon?" ”

The answer was a murmur, like some ancient incantation or text, which the bearded man could not understand, but a wave of fear welled up in his heart, and he patted Mr. Simon on the shoulder, and Mr. Simon turned his head sharply, just as the clouds were gone, and in the moonlight.

A red-eyed snake head appeared in front of the bearded man's eyes.

"Ahh!!hh

The bearded man was so frightened that he went into cardiac arrest, and he fell to the ground, constantly retreating backwards, and the other sand bandits rushed over to help him up, and said strangely: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Blame. Monster! Not a demon! Demon! ”

"The Holy Land has been opened."

Mr. Simon turned around, spit out the letter, and said to the bandits: "I raised you for five years, you should have died five years ago, I saved you, your life belongs to me, and now. It's time to come back! ”

The calm sand suddenly began to flow, sucking the legs of the bandits, the neighing of the horses and the screams of terror resounded in the sky, and the bearded man looked blankly at Mr. Simon, who was the only one who had not been sucked into the quicksand, but who had been completely stunned.

Ignoring the sand bandits who were gradually swallowed by the quicksand, Mr. Simon lowered his head, stretched out a thin red snake letter, swept the bearded cheek, and asked softly, "Wisam, are you afraid of death?" ”

The bearded man's body trembled, and the screams of his companions were not far away, and he nodded almost with all his might.

"You are a good servant"

Mr. Simon said quietly, "Give your soul to serve the great God forever, and He will give you eternal life, are you willing?" ”

"Yes! I do! ”

"Good."

A snake's tail flew out of the robe like lightning, stabbed straight into the bearded chest, squirmed, and pulled out a bright red heart that was still beating.

Having lost his heart, the beard did not die, the wound on his chest healed quickly, and he didn't feel much except for the initial pain, just a feeling of paralysis, as if he had lost something.

Looking at his heart, the bearded man suddenly lost his fear, and he also lost the fear of death, which was a wonderful feeling, as if he was reborn.

"From now on, you are my servant."

Mr. Simon swallowed his heart and said to the bearded man.

"Yes, yes."

"Call me master."

"Yes, master."

The bearded man nodded as he quietly grasped the scimitar at his waist, and after losing his fear, other emotions came flooding back, ranging from anger at the woman who cut off his fingers to resentment after being framed

Noticing his small movements, Mr. Simon sneered: "I can take your life at any time, and even control your soul, and the reason why I didn't do it was not because I couldn't do it, but because I was kind to you." ”

“.”

"You can pull out your sword and resist me, you only have one chance."

After a moment's hesitation, the bearded man let go of his grip on the hilt of the sword, lowered his head deeply, and completely surrendered to the cloak monster in front of him.

The sand around him swelled, and a green ox came out, looked at Jerusalem not far away, shaved its hooves irritably, and said: "Boutis, they have entered the ancient holy land, what are you still rubbing!" ”

"Delayed for a while."

At this moment, the last sand bandit was swept up in the quicksand, and bright red blood came out, forming a pool of blood in the blink of an eye.

The snake's tail reached into the pool of blood and stirred, and after confirming that the concentration was correct, Boutis straightened up and began to chant in a low voice.

As it sang, wisps of red blood rose from the pool of blood and drifted towards the sky, while a sudden wind blew all around, and dark clouds gathered and coalesced over Jerusalem.

In the Old City, in the church of the Quran, a majestic statue with a long beard felt the strangeness in the sky over Jerusalem, opened his eyes, looked up at the roof, and fell into deep thought.

"Allah! Allah! ”

A white-robed believer was prostrate at the foot of the idol, crying out hoarsely, begging Allah for mercy, but Allah did not bother to pay attention to him, he has been a statue here for a long time, and only when necessary will he reveal his true body, and now.

It is the moment when He must appear.

As soon as he took a step, the statue swelled and slammed through the roof until it was as high as the sky, and the believers in Jerusalem fell to their knees in fear as they watched the sudden appearance of the gods, chanting the teachings

When Allah left Jerusalem, the soles of his feet were as big as half a city, his body was as high as a giant peak, and he still had the characteristics of a stone statue, and he found Boutis and the bull sacrificing outside the city, and he lifted the soles of his feet and stepped down heavily!

The soles of the feet that covered the sky and the moon fell from the sky, and the green bull screamed, and its body swelled to the size of a small mountain, and it slammed into the soles of Allah's feet.

Rumble!!!

The clash of horns and soles of the feet was so loud that even though the Green Bull had used all his strength, it was still difficult to resist Allah's blow, but its efforts bought Boutis precious time.

The sacrifice was completed.

In the midst of the dark clouds, a huge black gate was slowly revealed, and Boutis, who had completed the ritual, rolled up his beard and burrowed into the desert with the Green Ox Race, dodging Allah's attack and emerging from a distance.

Staring at the Demon Gate that appeared, there was a trace of solemnity on the face of the expressionless stone statue, without too much hesitation, Allah raised his fist as big as a mountain and shot it towards the Demon Gate, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, the fist instantly hit the Demon Gate, only to hear a loud bang, the stone fist shattered, and the Demon Gate did not move at all!

Click!

A loose sound sounded in his ears, and a ruby fell from the door frame, and Ann stretched out his other hand to grab it, trying to crush the ruby before it hit the ground.

The gem shattered, the red liquid flowed out, and a crow leaked out, and it struggled to get up, moving its body that had not moved for two years, greedily absorbing the red liquid flowing from the gem, and its body swelled rapidly, until it was more than a man tall.

"Stolas!"

When Boutis called the name of the crow, countless red-eyed crows appeared in the sky, flying against the wind, flapping their wings and circling in the sky as if to celebrate the return of their master.

A crow named Stolas soared with its wings, rushed to the statue, pecked through the stone statue's eyes with its sharp beak, and saved the green bull Saigong.

As Stolas returned, more and more demons appeared in the sand, and they stood around, looking at Stolas flying wildly, as if congratulating and remembering.

The stone statue began to shrink, and the stone statue that was originally as tall as the sky became a naked man with long beards, his face was gloomy, and he watched the many demons sitting cross-legged, his left hand stretched out his index finger to point to the sky, his right hand drew a circle in front of him, and his lips squirmed, and a streamer of light quickly wrote obscure words in front of him.

"Rune Text!"

Seeing Allah's movements, Boutis's pupils constricted, and he cried out, "He has learned the magic of Odin!" ”

Two H-like symbols formed in the air, and Allah opened his eyes and whispered:

"Water."

As the sound fell, countless droplets of water condensed from the air, quickly converging into an ocean, pouring in, enveloping everything and rushing towards the demons.

Stolas was swallowed up by the current, not ordinary water, but a conscious weapon controlled by Allah, which could be driven like an arm, and would drill into his body frantically at the slightest crack until it was torn apart.

"Close to me!"

The handsome face of Fras raised his arm, and the golden ring on his middle finger burst into light, and the light enveloped him and the demons around him, making his body illusory, and the flood swept through their bodies as if through air.

Compared to Fras and other demons, Stolas was not so lucky, the water drilled into its body along its nostrils, throat, eyes, ears, backyard, pores, and everything that could penetrate, cutting and squeezing like a sharp blade, Stolas's body continued to expand, his eyeballs bulged, and finally exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a bang.

"It's dead."

I don't know which demon made the laugh, and the laughter was mixed with ridicule and mockery.

As if it weren't their companions who died.

(End of chapter)