Flames were dancing violently.

Roger, Selubelia, Leo Nona, Little Demon, Nina, Evangerine, Louise, Barnard, ......

Christina, who had just woken up, lowered her head, endured the depression of collapse, clasped her hands to her chest, and prayed in a low voice, hoping that their souls would rest in peace.

There were also three hundred and seventy-six orcs, their bodies scattered around the flames, and the leaping flames reflected on each one's face, each of which took on a palpitating crimson.

Boiling heat waves.

Thick black smoke, billowing in the night sky.

The flames soared to a height of dozens of feet.

This is like the most obvious signal, and almost everywhere in the entire city of Golfito, you can see the raging fires burning here.

It is conceivable that it will not be long before the soldiers of the St. Pryon Empire will notice the movement here, and then a steady stream of enemies will swarm in.

"Vera, you take the orcs to clean up the church, and we'll probably live here for a while." Roger's voice spread coldly in the night sky.

Vera's face was slightly stunned: "Sir, there will be a large number of enemies later......

"It's okay." Roger glanced at Vera, the corners of his mouth grinned, and a smile on his face that made Vera even creep, "I, I want to kill too."

It's not loud.

Very light.

But it was like the murmur of death, quietly echoing in everyone's ears.

Everyone knew that the gentleman was provoked, thoroughly provoked.

Seeing the appearance of her husband, Vera knew that even her husband would feel pressure, he would feel anger, and he would need to vent.

Her eyes fell, and she said no more and led the orcs to clean up the stains and gore that were scattered throughout the church and beyond.

She knew that it wouldn't be long before the soldiers of the St. Purian Empire would usher in the real end.

Barnard's soul wandered inside and outside the church, and he set up a huge arcane circle that had only one purpose: to gather the souls of the dead.

Those brutes, if any soul escapes, it is their own dereliction of duty.

Staring at the flames in front of him, there seemed to be goose feather snow in the sky, but the snow was black.

Roger silently turned, turned his back to the flames, and walked towards the door of the church.

Poof!

When he first arrived at the door, three figures appeared in front of Roger.

It was Nelson, who was pale, covered in dirt, and had messy hair, and Elvia, the second princess who had no bloodless face and bloodshot eyes, and who had not seen her in just a few months, and seemed to have become extraordinarily thin.

and Matilda, the once heroic sheriff who is now tired and hateful.

They seem to have been drawn to the flames burning in the church.

When he saw Roger's figure, Nelson could no longer support him, his legs went limp, and his body fell to his knees with a pop, and Matilda and Elvia both reacted in the same way.

From their eyes, Roger could see the extremely strong killing intent.

The bloodshed in the royal city makes them angry and mad, they want revenge, but they have to accept the fact that they are weak.

And now, their only hope for revenge is pinned on the man in front of them.

Once upon a time, a heroic youth.

Now he was embarrassed, and his shoulders were shaking.

They knew how dangerous it was to venture out of hiding, but Nelson still couldn't control himself, he wanted to hold on to any hope.

With his forehead pressed against the cold ground, Nelson didn't say a word.

Roger also crouched down, grabbed Nelson's shoulders, and pulled Nelson up from the ground: "I said, no matter what happens, I'll help you......

Nelson's pupils twitched suddenly, the once heroic and high-spirited crown prince

, could no longer control the depression and pain in his heart, and two lines of scarlet tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Is that...... Tears.

The crown prince's dignity prevented him from crying like Christina to vent the pain and anger in his chest.

But the trembling lips and twitching cheeks still revealed the despair in his heart.

The time he had been in the royal city was not very long, less than a day, but everything he saw in front of him was about to destroy the prince's sanity.

The only thing Nelson was fortunate was that he met Elvia and Matilda.

"Go inside and get some rest, I'll be waiting for them here."

Roger patted Nelson on the shoulder and said softly.

Taking a deep breath, the three Nelson bowed to Roger again before leaving.

Roger, on the other hand, was not too dirty, sitting quietly on the collapsed doorpost, his back against the wall, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and his gaze stared into the distance ahead.

City of Golfito.

Palace.

The third prince, Mottley, was anxiously walking around the royal court.

The vast majority of the royal palace has also been occupied by the St. Prian's Empire, which is used to house important figures in the army and the clergy.

He is a dignified third prince, and he can only live in the side hall at the door, what a humiliation.

These hateful and insatiable bastards, when they get out, they must live in the main hall.

What made Mottley even more irritated was that these bastards frantically stuffed all kinds of treasures, gold and silver utensils into their storage rings.

His heart is dripping blood, that's Lao Tzu's money, Lao Tzu's money.

But he didn't have anything to do, he couldn't afford to mess with these people.

The strength of Archbishop St. Op is too strong, not to mention the existence of two advent angels, if it weren't for his quick brain reaction and timely surrender, he was afraid that his life would be over.

Motley could only keep comforting himself in his heart, it doesn't matter, the old one doesn't go, the new one doesn't come.

After these bastards are gone, it is enough to squeeze them from the civilians, and then they will prepare more valuable and beautiful utensils.

Civilians are like sponges, they can always squeeze out a little oil and water when they squeeze it.

Now the most critical question is how to find that Nelson guy, as long as Nelson exists, his position as king will not be stable.

Nelson's guy has already appeared in the royal city, but now it's been almost a day, and I can't find it, I really don't know where that guy is hiding.

A bunch of waste, so many people can't even find a single person, what's the use of asking you?

Motley cursed fiercely in his heart, of course, he didn't dare to say this openly, otherwise any soldier would dare to kill him.

As for how many people died in the royal city?

Oh no, he doesn't care.

Anyway, it's not yourself who dies.

Whenever a new king ascends the throne, there is always bloodshed, but this time the blood is just a little bit more, and it is not a big deal.

As for the death of parents, and other brothers?

Motley didn't care about it, it was better to say that his heart was even full of joy.

He didn't know how much his dissatisfaction with his father had already accumulated, and he didn't understand why his father doted on his eldest brother alone?

Where is he not as good as that guy from Nelson?

He is better than Nelson, better suited than Nelson to sit in the king's position.

Therefore, Motley was very happy that his parents were hanged, for example, the rope around his father's neck was tied by him, and he even had a sick excitement in his heart when he saw his father's body falling from the city wall, his neck was tightened, and his body was hanging in the air and struggling desperately.

Just as Motley was anxiously waiting for news, suddenly a red light reflected on his face, interrupting Motley's thoughts.

He subconsciously raised his head, only to see a lump

Flames were burning violently, jumping in mid-air.

There is the direction of the Church of Dawn and Salvation.

What's the situation, was there a fire?

Motley didn't care much about this movement, at most he just burned a few more people, there were enough dead people in the royal city, it didn't matter if there were a few more, or Nelson's matter was more ......

Soon, however, a rush of footsteps came from the main hall, interrupting Motley's thoughts.

Looking up, he saw Archbishop St. Oppe, who looked to be in his forties, and the figures of four angels who came quickly out of the main hall.

It is clear that they were also attracted by the fire of the Dawn and the Church of Redemption.

St. Oppe's brow furrowed, his eyes fixed on the fire at the Dawn and Redemption Church thousands of meters away, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Oh, great St. Oppe, it's just a small fire, there's no need to take it personally." With a smile on his face, Mottley walked towards St. Op and the four angels of the Coming.

"Sir, can you lend me some more soldiers, that damn Nelson is as cunning as a mouse, and he hasn't been able to catch it yet, I ......

"Get out." St. Op was obviously in a very bad mood right now, and he was too lazy to listen to Mottley's noise in his ears, and his gloomy face was gloomy.

Motley's voice suddenly got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak anymore.

The head was lowered, and a pair of eyes flashed with crazy resentment.

Bastard, how dare he be so rude to himself, he is a king, a king.

Mortley's thoughts, St. Op is naturally clear, this kind of goods will even make people wonder how there can be such a stupid person in this world.

The most wrong thing the king of the Kingdom of Lovell did in his life was not to drown in the urine bucket when this Motley was just born.

However, there is also a use for this waste.

At least, Motley was still familiar with the royal city.

Using this guy and his men, in the past few months, they have hunted down more than 6,000 teenagers and girls who can be used as carriers of advent angels.

Although the fitness is not high, and the mortality rate will be very exaggerated, it doesn't matter, as long as one of the more than 6,000 carriers can succeed, it is enough.

In fact, they have already succeeded in two of them, and this mission has already been successfully completed, plus the Advent Angels they originally brought, there are four Advent Angels here in Golfito City. All that remains is for the tens of millions of people in the entire Lovel Kingdom to become believers in the god of the eternal scorching sun...... Those who do not want to change their faith can only be killed.

These people, as long as they work hard like slaves, create value, mate like beasts, give birth to more offspring, and create more followers of the god of the eternal scorching sun.

Even these lowly and filthy inferior people have the qualifications to believe in the god of the eternal scorching sun, and the supreme existence is too merciful.

It was also under the leadership of Motley that they found the ancestral home of the Ballett family and turned the dilapidated mansion upside down, but nothing was found, much to the displeasure of Saint-Op.

At this moment, a figure quickly rushed in from the outside.

is a patrolling soldier.

"Report to the Archbishop, someone has attacked the gates, smashed the walls, and broken into the city of Golfito."

"I should have gone to the church of the Dawn and Redemption Church by now, killing two or three thousand of our brothers along the way."

Saint-Oppe's face quickly darkened.

This is an unexpected loss.

He didn't expect that in this situation, there would be fools who would dare to rebel.

"How many people are there?" St. Op asked in a deep voice.

"According to the survivors, no more than four hundred, they drove a strange metal car and crushed a large number of brothers into meat sauce."

Less than four hundred, can smash the city gate and city walls and eliminate two or three thousand of his men?

It seems that the strength of the enemy is even stronger than imagined

A little.

"It's Roger......" At this moment, Motley next to him suddenly screamed loudly, he remembered that when Roger left Golfito City, he drove a strange metal car.

Roger?

Saint Op was slightly stunned, and then a gloomy smile appeared on his face.

Speaking of which, the Church of the Scorching Sun and the Judgment, the Church of Nature and the Harvest, and the Church of the Storm and War issued a joint wanted warrant before.

The wanted target is a guy named Cao Shicheng.

This guy can create a lot of strange, destructive metal relics.

Later, according to intelligence, this Cao Shicheng had assumed the name of Roger, and then used this large metal relic to flatten the church of the Scorching Sun and the Ruling Church in Loville.

I didn't expect to meet this guy.

Oh God, I'm so lucky.