The setting sun reflects the hills, forests and farmhouses.

Ofirok stood quietly on a hill, looking out at the city of Ron in the distance. In the forest behind him, five thousand and one hundred knights were resting inside.

After more than ten days of dealing with the 20,000 pursuers of the Principality of Ron, he was already familiar with the terrain within a hundred miles of Ron City. He has repelled more than ten pursuers from all walks of life, and has killed more than 3,000 enemies. At the cost of this, the most elite Lionheart Knights and Golden Lion Knights who had been following him also fell forever with more than 300 horses.

Ophirok sighed, if it weren't for Grand Duke Ron's greed for life and fear of death, leaving the most elite 10,000 non-heavenly knights to guard the royal capital, maybe he would be on the way to escape in embarrassment now.

So far, under the vicious tactics of Marshal Rocherio, except for a few well-defended large cities, other small towns and villages in the Duchy of Ron have been reduced to ruins in the war. The Allied army took the food rations of the people, and drove a large number of refugees into the large city of Ron, which was not taken, in order to exhaust the food in the city, and countless spies also took the opportunity to infiltrate, set fire to poison, spread rumors and assassinate, and did everything they could.

The key to all this lies in yourself. The 50,000 most elite troops of the Duchy of Ron were pinned down around the royal capital, going around in circles with them. Opirok shook his head, why did he have to use such a tactic? Even if this war was won, all he would get was a ruined country. Let millions of people be displaced, will you really be able to feel at ease in the future?

He was annoyed when he suddenly felt a pain in his finger, and one of the obsidian rings he had worn for years shattered into several pieces.

A white mist emerged, slowly condensing into a transparent ball of light.

Opirok's face slowly turned pale, and before he knew it, a wisp of blood had flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't realize it.

In the ball of light, a holy knight was walking towards the hill. As soon as he turned around, Ophorok felt a pain in his heart. It turned out to be Karayang!The Templar who appeared after the miracle, one of the three giants of the Last Inquisition!Why did the Last Inquisition appear here? They should be thousands of miles away! Why did Elesis's ring end up on him?

Ophorok could hardly have dared to think about it anymore. This ring is for her to notify herself in a critical situation, to inform herself to save her!

As Karayang in the ball of light walked into a teleportation magic array, the ball of light became dark, and after a while, the ball of light finally disappeared.

Ophorok fell headlong from his horse, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Why!

Elesis should be foolproof in the Grand Duke's Mansion! The Church will not search the Grand Duke's Mansion under any circumstances! Even if there is a case, she has an emergency escape - the demon general Artest! And she is well aware of Artest's horror!

Ophorok barely sat up, and he only felt a chill run through his body.

"What's wrong with you, sir!" a knight of the Round Table noticed Ofirok's strange appearance and ran over.

"I'm fine, you go down. Opirok slowly stood up with his hands on the tree, slowly suppressing the chaotic fighting energy in his body.

The Knight of the Round Table did not retreat, and the holy light on his body flashed, helping Opirok to calm his blood.

Ophorok forced himself to calm down, thought carefully for a while, and finally looked up. His gaze crossed the city of Ron, over several military fortresses, over tens of thousands of Ron's army, and looked at the city of Lille thousands of miles away.

Suddenly, the gates of Ron City opened, and a group of knights galloped out, formed a phalanx outside the city, and began to set up camp at important intersections. The military appearance and efficiency are high, and it can be seen at a glance that it is the most elite non-heavenly knights in the Duchy of Ron!

The strange strategy of Marshal Rocherio, the Principality of Ron sending out the Knights of the Heavens, the sudden appearance of the Last Inquisition, and the sudden accident of Elesis, Opirok vaguely felt that there seemed to be an invisible connection behind these things, and all the conspiracies pointed to Elesis, his favorite!

However, the man behind these conspiracies...... He didn't dare to think any further.

"Charlie!"

"What do you command?" replied the Knight of the Round Table.

"Among the Knights of the Round Table, you have the most strategic strategy, and from now on the Lionheart Knights and the Golden Lion Knights will be under your command, so you must bring them back to the Duchy alive!"

"Your ......, my lord?"

Ofiroc let out a long sigh and said, "I must hurry back to Lille as soon as possible. Now I'm distracted, and it's no longer suitable to lead troops. ”

Charlie was silent for a moment and said, "My lord, the Duchy of Ron seems to have sensed something, and suddenly sent the Knights of the Heavens to guard the way back to the east, and you are alone...... Did something happen to Miss Elicis?"

Opirok sighed, got on his horse, and said to Charlie, "We are all Templars. I have now made up my mind to leave everything behind, but you still have a future and faith, and you don't have to embark on this path of no return like me!

Opirok rode down the mountain, and under the cover of the terrain, galloped diagonally in the direction of the Duchy of Bavaria!

The Celestial Knights deserved to be one of the top ten knights, and the 10,000 knights were divided into several troops to seal the way back to the east. Circumventing their control can take an entire night.

Opirok sneered, turned over and dismounted at a long distance from the barracks, and resolutely decided to pass directly through the barracks under the cover of night.

Little by little, the night fell.

In the cathedral of the city of Lille, Karajan was kneeling on the ground, bearing the silent wrath of Augustus. Both Des and Chrisma knelt with him, hoping to save him a small life from the wrath of the Blood Angel Augustus.

When there was a soft sound. The cracked obsidian ring was thrown in front of Karayang, and Augustus' voice was as cold as the wind blowing in a thousand-year-old cold pool: "What else do you have to say!If you bring this ring back well, how can you let Ophirok know about it? If he finally betrays the Holy See, do you know how great the loss will be?!"

Karajan didn't dare to make a sound, and Des couldn't help but shudder when he saw that Augustus was subconsciously arranging the short mustache on his lips. Whenever Augustus, the head of the Holy Knights and the blood angel, subconsciously made this action, it was when he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and wanted to slaughter on a large scale.

But in order to save Karayang's life, Des couldn't care about that much anymore, and said stubbornly: "My lord, no matter how we say it, we are all angels who come directly, and the potential and strength will at least not be much worse than that of Ophilok." ”

"Fart!" Augustus suddenly burst into a mouthful of words. He realized his gaffe and sat back in his chair, closing his eyes and saying nothing. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and said slowly: "In time, Ophirok will be the god of war in this space." As long as he is there, it is not impossible for the Church of Light to dominate the world within a hundred years. I was thinking about how many times I was planning, just because I was afraid that he would be provoked to turn out of the church. But now, you shit, you are ruining my great business! With the three of you, it would be nice if you could be of equal use to the church to a tenth of Orpheock's!

At the end, the three giants of the trial team ran away with their heads in their arms as if they had been pardoned by the emperor.

Augustus stepped into the back hall, and in front of the altar stood a thin, withered figure, as thin as if the wind in the room had been a little stronger, and he would have fallen.

Augustus lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the old man, and said cautiously: "My lord, Ophirok should already know what is happening here, maybe he is already on his way." I've instructed the Duchy of Ron to do everything in their power to intercept it, but it doesn't necessarily work...... If he rushes back and sees all this, I'm afraid he won't be able to change his mind again. ”

The old man said slowly, "The Lord says that he who comes will depart." Since it's time to come, let him come. Filling the world with the glory of God doesn't have to be done by you and me. Even without Opirok, we still have dozens of angels, 100,000 holy knights, hundreds of thousands of clergy, and tens of millions of believers. When I return to the arms of the Lord, there will be younger people who will do my duty in my place. When you return to the heavenly realm, there are also believers who are inspired by the Lord to continue your unfulfilled wishes. Even if this glorious cause is realized hundreds of years later, what are you afraid of? Why must this ideal country be realized in the hands of you and me? Remember, Augustus, vanity is the most easily overlooked original sin. ”

Augustus bowed his head and said, "Thank you for your teachings." Then he slowly bowed and retreated.

Ophirok quickly approached the camp of the Celestial Knights. Suddenly, there was a scuffle in the barracks, and the rapid trumpets kept blowing. The knights, who had already entered the camp, quickly mounted their horses and assembled.

Opirok seemed to be aware of this, and when he looked back, he saw that there were faint knights galloping to and fro on the hill where he had come. Opherok's heart was sour, exposing his traces in this place, and there must be countless bitter battles in the future. He said secretly: "Charlie, you bastard......"

However, orders continued to come out from the commander's tent, and instead of pursuing them, the Celestial Knights strengthened their vigilance everywhere.

Ophirok couldn't wait any longer, he lowered his body, almost gliding against the ground, and swept towards the side of the barracks like the wind.

The knights on the hill were unmoved when they saw that the Celestial Knights were unmoved, and after a while, they actually lined up in a neat line, slowly descended the mountain, and forced this way.

With the sound of the horn, the Knights of the Heavens finally opened the camp gate, and two thousand heavy horsemen and three thousand light horsemen roared out of the camp, lined up five miles in front of the camp, waiting for the Lionheart Knight and the Golden Lion Knight.

Four thousand knights also galloped out of Ron City, outflanking the Golden Lion Knights and the Lionheart Knights. Then 10,000 infantry also left the city and began to approach the battlefield.

The Twelve Knights of the Round Table rode at the front of the procession, followed by the Liontooth Battalion, led by Kate.

Five thousand and one hundred knights slowly stood still.

People are silent, horses don't neigh.

Charlie looked around at the 20,000 enemy troops who were hidden in the encirclement, and said to the Knights of the Round Table around him: "The easiest way in front of us is to kill them from the Knights of the Heavens! Since they dare to meet with the same number of troops, we will trample their lair today! But after this battle, we don't know if we can meet again." ”

Another knight of the round table said lightly: "Since we can't betray the Holy See, we can still teach Ron's ignorant people a lesson for Lord Opirok." Even if we are now in the arms of the Lord, so what!"

Charlie nodded and said no more.

The enemy forces from all three sides slowly surrounded and took up a position two miles away from the Lionheart Knight and the Golden Lion Knight.

Charlie's spear was raised, and a forest of steel appeared on the plain. As he pointed his spear at the Celestial Knights, the five thousand iron horsemen were like a torrent of steel, surging and surging towards the Celestial Knights!

The sound of hooves is like thunder, but there is not the slightest sound of shouting to kill! Since everyone has the heart to die, why do they need to shout?

Rogge woke up.

He only felt that there was no pain in his whole body.

He tried to move, but there was a piercing pain. He stopped moving, pretending to faint again, but slowly scanned his surroundings with his mental power. It wasn't until he was sure that there was no one with considerable strength nearby who was watching him that he slowly opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings.

It was a dark, damp dungeon with an inch of sewage on the ground. Several huge rats are scurrying around the cell. Rogge looked at his hands and feet, and saw that four small iron chains the thickness of chopsticks had passed through his hands and feet, and the wounds had begun to turn white. A collar engraved with magical symbols was placed around his neck, and the inside of the collar was covered with tiny barbs. Rog felt that as soon as his magic was born, it would flow out of these barbs that were thorned in his flesh. An iron chain is attached to the collar, and the other end of the chain is fastened to the wall.

"What's going on? Didn't Augustus still think a little highly of himself, why did he treat me like this? This, this is clearly trying to turn me into a wreck!" Rogge was amazed.

Rogge tried to sit up slowly, trying his best not to move his neck muscles, and cried, "Someone!

No one answered.

He tried to bang the chain against the wall of the cell again, and each blow made him break out in a cold sweat.

Half an hour later, someone walked down the long corridor. A hoarse voice scolded: "What are you doing, are you tired of living? Do you have to be hungry for ten days before you are happy?"

"Big brother, I'd like to see Bishop Hart of the church. I will definitely repay you. Rogge tried to smile.

"How can the big men of the church see you?

"What are they busy with?" asked Rogge.

The jailer became alert and said, "Don't try to get anything out of me!"

Rogge thought about it for a moment, and then promised him a lot of benefits, just to buy some news. While the jailer was still hesitating, Rog gave him another place to hide the treasure, and said, "If I am telling a lie, take an hour to go there and see it, and you will know at once." When you come back, will I still have a way to live?"

The jailer thought that that was the same, and revealed a little bit of information to Rogge. Although he didn't know much, it still shocked Rogge.

According to the jailer, there was a very important ceremony going on in the church at noon, and everyone was so busy at the moment that even if Rogge did know Bishop Hart or even higher, they would not have time to pay attention to him. The jailer finally let Rogge feel at ease here, in the dungeon of the Lille City prison, for a while, judging from his twenty years of experience as a jailer, it seems that it will take half a month before anyone can think of dealing with Rogge's affairs.

Rogge thanked the jailer for his kindness. The jailer said, "Don't be too busy thanking me. If you really take care of the villain, don't coax me in the treasure field. The smaller ones will have to change shifts in a while, just in time to receive your reward. ”

Rogge hurriedly said: "You can go, if you can't find it, come back to me! I can't run away, can I?"

Looking at the departing figure of the jailer, Rogge took a low breath and said, "When you come back to me, it will be your limit!

He pondered for a moment, and deduced that the noon ritual was probably for Elesis. But now is not the time to worry about this. He quietly pondered a way out of the predicament. At present, there are many big people in the church in the city, and it is too risky to summon Fengyue, not to mention that he is estimated to have been on the list of the church, so it is better to be safe.

The first priority is to recover a little strength first.

He glanced around, and when the jailer was gone, the rats came out of the damp corners again, squeaked, and crawled towards Rogge along the blood stains in the sewage on the ground, and some of the daring ones even began to bite his ankles.

Rogge sneered, a silver light flashed in his eyes, and dozens of mice were marked with a thin blood arrow at the same time, and the blood arrow slowly condensed into a bowl-sized blood ball in front of Rogge. The rat's body shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a dry fur covering the skeleton.

Rogge closed his eyes and didn't move, and the blood ball kept tumbling and condensing, slowly turning into a drop of blood. The drop of blood was crystal moist and finally condensed into a tiny crystal.

Rog opened his mouth and sucked the red crystal in. After a long time, there was finally a hint of blush on his pale face.

He tried to condense his spiritual power on the fingers of his right hand, and watched with satisfaction as his right hand was slowly covered with purple-black scales, and his fingertips stretched out with long, snowy, sharp nails. He grabbed the chain that passed through his left hand and pulled it hard, and the chain finally deformed a little.

Despite the cold sweat of pain, Rogge still smiled smugly, it seems that the person who held him really regarded himself as an ordinary magician with no power. Choking, choking, Rogge tried more than ten times, and finally ripped off the chain on his left hand. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

It took an hour of hard work for Rogge to finally remove the chains that bound his limbs. The collar was much easier to deal with, and Rogge used all his strength to break the copper lock on it. He shook his body and finally stood up.

Rogge reclined in the corner, quietly closing his eyes and recuperating. At times like these, calmness and patience are paramount.

Rush footsteps sounded in the corridor, and Rogge smiled slightly, and he slowly fell into the dirty water.

"Lao Tzu fuck your ancestor! Where the hell is the treasure you are talking about? If you don't take off a few layers of skin today, you really can't remember who Lao Tzu is!" the jailer's shrill angry voice echoed in the dungeon.

He shouted and cursed through the iron door, but did not open the door to enter. He stood outside the door with a bucket of boiling oil, scooped up a spoonful and threw it at Rogge, and cursed in his mouth: "Lao Tzu fried your skin!"

The hot oil spun in the air, bypassed Rogge, and spilled all over the wall!

Rogge suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at him, and the jailer was so frightened that at the end of his shout, a bloody arrow marked his brow, and he fell to the sky, quickly turning into a dried corpse. After Rogge swallowed the blood crystal, he said lightly, "It doesn't taste good." He stood up, and the key that the jailer was carrying flew automatically into his hand. He then stripped off the jailer's clothes and put them on, thought about it, and put his own clothes on the dried corpse, and he pierced the skin of the corpse and poured water into it. Seeing the corpse gradually plump, he smiled and turned out of the dungeon.

Maybe the church was on a big deal, or maybe he felt that the dungeon was too safe, and Rogge easily made it all the way out of the black dungeon.

At a side door, he twisted open the rusty lock and quietly made his way out of the prison.

Outside, the sky is already full of stars, and the moon has set in the west.

Teams of holy knights patrolled the streets, and the atmosphere was unexpectedly tense. Rog hid in the darkness, little by little, approaching his goal. He was very familiar with the terrain around the central square, and had already chosen a hidden location.

Rog came to the back of a small building, looked up, and jumped up lightly, through the window on the second floor. As soon as he landed, he closed the window behind him.

"Who!" a voice rang out in the room, and then a muscular man in pajamas, holding a candlestick, came out to inspect it. Rog greeted him like a ghost, and before he could call out, he plunged his finger down his throat.

Another small blood crystal formed. Rogge sneered, secretly thinking that if he continued like this, he was afraid that he would be considered a vampire, right? Although he was sucking life force, he was much more clever than the vampire clan in terms of realm.

A rather pretty young woman in the room came out again, and when she saw the dried corpse on the ground, she wanted to scream, but Rogge grabbed her throat! Rogge sensed that there was still a vitality in the room, and walked into a bedroom next to it, and saw a little girl about ten years old sleeping soundly on the bed. The young woman struggled desperately, and Rogge laughed and stepped forward to mention the little girl again.

As the day grew brighter, Rogge looked out through the cracks in the attic shutters, just in time to see the entire central square. The little girl lay at his feet, tied tightly.

Footsteps on the stairs sounded, and the smell of food came again. Rogge smiled with satisfaction, and the panicked young woman put a plate full of food in front of Rogge, and couldn't help but beg him to release her daughter. Rogge said lightly, after today, he will naturally spare you. Now you sit down here and don't make a sound. With that, he observed the whole square.

A tall stone pillar had been erected in the center of the huge central square, and hundreds of holy knights were busy, placing thick rosewood trees under the stone pillars in a certain pattern. A red-robed bishop commanded the knights, and he had to correct the wrong placement of rosewood.

Looking at this towering stone pillar, Rogge felt a pang of cramping in his heart. It was the first time he had seen a burn at the stake. Could it be that the church went to such great lengths to capture Elesis just to burn her to death?

Rog looked around and found that the entire central square had been arranged into a huge magic array. The Holy Knights are stationed at the entrance to the square, preventing anyone from approaching the square.

On the west side of the square, a high platform has been erected, and a high chair with scarlet velvet cushions and various ancient jewels has just been set up.

A team of high-level light mages slowly walked into the square, their bodies exuded powerful holy power, and the huge magic array on the square gradually operated, and one by one huge magic symbols began to glow. A low hum rang out in the air.

Another group of cardinals entered the square, their mana much stronger than the previous one, and Rog recognized the leading cardinal as Burke. Rays of light continued to pour out from him, merging into the magic array on the ground, and the brilliance of the light far exceeded that of his peers.

The magic array was running at high speed, and the vibrations in the air gradually transformed into chants.

A thin, withered old man with a high crown entered the square, surrounded by a large number of attendants, and began to ascend to the high platform. He was so weak that Rogge couldn't believe it, and he rested twice just by climbing the high platform of more than ten meters.

"This is Pope Paul?" Rogge couldn't believe it. But when Augustus was also standing aside, he couldn't help but believe him.

The Pope sat down on the throne, and the light of the magic array in the square suddenly lit up, and in the deafening chants, a huge pillar of light rose into the sky!

The milky white clouds frantically focused towards the pillar of light, and a rumbling thunder began to sound in the sky. The clouds gathered more and more, but the clouds became brighter and brighter, as if there was a sun hidden in the clouds! Countless points of light began to fall from the sky.

The inhabitants of Lille took to the streets, rejoicing in the fact that in a short time there had been two miracles in the city, although this time it was far less than the last one. It's just a pity that they were not allowed to approach the square and not be able to see the source of the miracle.

A haughty figure caught Rogge's eyes, and he almost jumped.

Elesis, dressed in black robes, was brought into the square by eight masked clergymen and burned at the stake.

Rog stared at Elesis deadly, desperately suppressing his desire to rush out. On the high platform, the more than ten cardinals standing in front of the Pope will probably easily clean themselves up. For the sake of Elesis, he was not afraid of death, but if it was to die, it would be a different matter.

His nails had sunk deep into the flesh of his palm, and a wisp of blood oozed from his clenched fist.

The drowsy pope on the podium, prompted by a cardinal, gestured to Augustus. Augustus then drew his sword, threw it down the platform, and plunged deep into the ground. Dozens of light mages rushed out, surrounded the stake, and began to cast spells.

A long, large, neat chanting sounded, and light smoke began to rise from the thick rosewood.

Unless there is a miracle, Rogge closed his eyes, unwilling to look again. But haven't miracles always been in God's hands?

"Stop!!"

This interrupted shout didn't seem to be loud, but it made the hearts of everyone present jump twice.

Rogge hurriedly looked at the place where the voice came from, and on the long street leading to the west gate in the square, a man and a rider were galloping forward!

Opirok was covered in dust, and he was also scarred when he stepped off his horse. He looked at the bound Elesis, a smile appeared on his face, and he said softly, "Don't be afraid, Ennie, I'm back!" The soft voice echoed in the ears of everyone in the square.

Elysis opened her eyes and said softly, "Aoife, you shouldn't have come. Her iceberg-like countenance melted completely.

Augustus snorted coldly: "Ophorok, do you really want to do something blasphemous? If you turn back, in the future, not only my position, but also the throne of the pope, will it still fall into the palm of someone else's hands?"

Ophirok smiled and didn't answer, golden flames were already burning around him, and the spear was pointed at the high platform, galloping on his horse!

Hoofs thunder!!

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