The flames burned, and the entire ranks of the Empire drove over, and the bishop and commander watched the monster that left them powerless under the waves, then turned to look at a black man in a bird's beak mask.

"Is this the fallen angel? I felt like his clothes were like a part of his body. The Commander asked in a whisper.

"It's normal, if you think about the feathers on the angel's wings, it feels different." The bishop said indifferently, no matter what, he was so steady.

The commander nodded when he heard this, thinking about it, and this was indeed the truth.

At present, the city is full of fires, and it is impossible to send them to check it, and the commander left a team of three hundred people to wait for the fire to be extinguished and search, while the others wait to join the imperial soldiers on the outskirts of the royal capital.

The soldiers in the suburbs were very few in the second attrition, and the commander's battle losses were filled up and full again, and this time the conquest seemed to be under God's special care, and everything was so beautiful.

As a meritorious service of the First World War, the uncle specially modified a carriage for him, which was actually pulling the white priest and the scarlet nun with a few more planks, and two more horses were added to the cart, so that he could enjoy the treatment of a sick number.

The newly integrated Imperial warriors and the original warriors began to tell each other about their experiences, and soon became one, and after collecting the bodies of their companions and having the Bishop himself perform Mass, they began broadcasting to the second Ghost City.

"Are they sarcastic about me by giving me the name of a fallen angel?" On the way, hanging at the back of the team, he watched the warriors show monkey-like gods behind them from time to time, and asked the white-clothed priest on the side.

"Propaganda needs." The white-clothed priest glanced at him and said with a frown.

"Whose needs are it?" He looked at the priest.

"The needs of the Church, you can't let the bishop tell them that this is a crisis that the people of the Church of the Holy One helped us solve, right?" The pastor said in disgust, "All this is God's will." ”

"It's really all about yourself." He muttered a word and looked up behind him, and then he saw a lion quickly following behind.

"Your people? Four-legged fast run. The corner of the priest's mouth twitched as he looked at the lion's mouth, where he was looking.

"Hmm." He agreed, looked at the Imperial warriors who were aiming at the crossbows on the left and right, and said, "Don't arrow." ”

The carriage slowed down, and the rushing savages found that the other party had found themselves, so he raised his upper legs and ran wildly, and ran to the carriage in an instant.

"Sigh and law~" Seeing the lion get on the car, the horse in front of him was shocked.

The warrior who was driving the chariot hurriedly reassured Thoma, and then looked curiously at the man in the lion's skin.

"Druids' skills are only suitable where there are trees, and it's always hard to hide the bareness." The wild man pulled his head out of the lion's head, then glanced at the man wearing the bird's beak mask and said, "Your Excellency, are you injured?" ”

"yes, burns, the kind that kills." Hearing this, he nodded, "If it weren't for the bird's beak mask, I might have been disfigured." ”

"Yes, it's good or not." The wild man lifted a robe from his arm, revealing the bloody underneath, "Aren't you going back?" I feel like you can still salvage it. ”

"How do you go back like this?" He shook his head slightly, "I have a hunch that I can't die, but I still need one for the medical kit, and you take these three holy weapons back to Ryan to study." ”

"No problem." The wildling nodded, then jumped out of the car with the Three Hallows in his hand.

After the wildlings left, the team suddenly sped up their journey, and arrived at the second ghost city in a bump, which did not have a large number of zombies like the headquarters stronghold, and the necromancers were not very strong, and when the imperial warriors entered it, they found that there were still many residents of Cold.

From the nobles of the court to the poor peasants, they were hungry and thin, all of them worked in the city, and there were cultivated fields outside, but they were in a trance and unconscious, and they were the standard slave corpses of the Necronomicon.

"These living dead can't be saved without medicine." The bishop sighed as he looked at the numb man standing in a piece.

"Why sigh, Lord Bishop?" The commander was a little puzzled when he heard this, "This is a good thing, if they have self-awareness, the Empire's efforts will be in vain." ”

"That's right." The bishop nodded and looked at the royal family members of the royal family after the aristocracy, although they were all wooden now, but they had good industrial capacity before, and the Pope valued them very much at the beginning.

It's a pity that when the king was crowned himself, their king actually reached out to take the crown, such a blasphemy gave the bishop no reason to help them, and the empire actually came, then it needs benefits, and the Elder laid down by the empire can't be returned, there is no reason for that.

"Lord Bishop, go to the city and rest, my people will take those nobles to heal, and when everything is dealt with, we will take the last ghost city." The commander said.

"Yes." The bishop looked at the commander and nodded, the reason why the other party respects you is because you have not violated the interests that the other party values, if you do, it is really hard to say.

And Cord is gone, and the only one who can restore him in a short time is the Empire.

The Bishop and the Masturbation were placed in the same castle, and in fact their next mission was basically completed, after all, the people were all gone, and the rest was left to watch the Imperial warriors perform.

"That Sage from the Hilton in the next room, right?" The bishop looked at the monks, "How did you meet?" ”

"He came along the way to heal the Black Death, and when he learned of Cold's condition, he decided to join us." Uncle said.

"He decided to join, will you accept it?" The bishop asked with a smile.

"The vice-president of the monastery has divined, and he is the turning point of the necromancy, so we decided to ask him to come and help." The uncle frowned when he heard this and said, is he accusing himself? As respectful as it is, a bishop can't control them.

"In extreme cases, the power of heresy is allowed, but when it is done, the power of evil needs to be removed." The bishop looked at the monks in the room, "You may not know that he is eating away at the faith of God and is a dangerous heresy. ”

"We know a little bit about it." Uncle said with a frown.

"Do you have the courage to sacrifice for God?" The bishop then asked, "Have you not forgotten the declaration to God when you entered the monastery, especially the declaration to God that you received the title. ”

"It's nature." The uncle said in a deep voice, the bishop was forcing him with faith.

"Don't have any burden, I see that he is not lightly injured." The bishop's voice was kind, "As long as it is a human body, it is basically impossible to recover from extensive burns, and he should be moved when we judge him in his most painful time." ”

"Do it now?" When the uncle heard this, he looked at the companions on the side, the white-clothed priest was not well injured, the bloody nun was disabled, the spear of the closing nun was burned off, and Ruifeng died... It seems that the assassination is very difficult.

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