Three hundred griffons carrying six hundred Gallic court mages hovered at an altitude of thousands of meters above the ground, and a huge barrier enveloped the entire imperial capital, and no one could leave the imperial capital unless the power of one blow could exceed the combined mana of three hundred court mages.

Below the boundary, six hundred other court mages of the Gallic Empire floated in the air on golden wheels shaped like wheels. Beside each mage, there are three warriors in light armor, one of them is armed with a sniper crossbow, one is armed with a heavy sword and light shield, and one is holding a heavy tower shield ready to protect the mage around him.

These golden wheels are magical flywheels invented by human magicians, and as long as there is a mage controlling them, these flywheels can fly high into the sky with the power of the magic gems inlaid with them. The six hundred flywheels in front of him were more than six meters in diameter, and each flywheel was a combat platform capable of flying.

In addition to these high-ranking court mages, all the towers in the imperial capital are occupied by heavily armed warriors, all of whom are equipped with sniper crossbows, and there are thousands of sniper crossbows on the hundreds of towers in the imperial capital, even if dozens of great heavenly knights join forces to attack, they will be shot into a sieve by sniper crossbows.

On the rooftops beneath the towers, large groups of lightly armored soldiers paraded around with bows and arrows. The flat-roofed houses were fine, and the roofs with tiled slopes were trampled by the soldiers, but the owners of the houses did not dare to raise the slightest question.

Hordes of wolf-like brass hats, dragoons, and palace guards roamed the streets and alleys, and anyone who acted sneakily, did not look very good, did not look good, or was unlucky enough to be a thief, as soon as they found it, they would knock it to the ground with a stick and drag it directly into the prison of the garrison hall to be tortured. Ask what happened in front of the Fifth University just now.

Blood, indeed blood!

On the street in front of the Fifth University, blood was spilled all over the ground, blood everywhere, and thick blood clots were covered on the walls, roofs, and on the ground, as far as the eye could see. The blood spread down the street, some into the sewers, and some down the street for hundreds of meters. There are a few small alleys that don't drain very well, and they have a relatively low terrain. Blood flowed down the alleys for several streets, frightening the proper citizens of those streets into a mess.

The thick smell of blood filled the air, and Saint Louis XIII, who stood in front of the Fifth University, felt as if he was soaked in a pond of blood, and every pore of his body was full of greasy energy. The terrible smell reminded him of the end of the Hundred Years of Continental War. The bloody battle of those foreign armies frantically attacking the interior of the Gallic Empire.

At that time, after a battle, there were often more than 100,000 dead and wounded on both sides. On such a battlefield, Saint-Louis XIII had smelled such a strong smell of blood. But now that he is old, the empire has been peaceful for thirty years, and the old emperor has not even killed a chick for many years, and this strong smell of blood makes him think of a lot of unpleasant things.

So the emperor's face was ugly, and he stood at the gate of the Fifth University with his hands behind his back. Squinting at the meatloaf sticking together on the ground.

The internal organs, bones, flesh and blood were all glued together, and some of the meatloaf could barely be seen to be humanoid, but there were still some meatloaf...... How do you describe it? It's like someone smashes the dumpling stuffing with a sledgehammer, and you can't tell what it is!

In particular, the ground was sprinkled with lime, chili pepper, pepper and other powders, and there was a boiling oil pot pouring I don't know how much boiling oil was poured here, and there was another smell of black pepper steak on this bloody battlefield - "Fucking it's still three ripe!"

The emperor cursed in his belly. He took out a handkerchief and covered his nose, the taste of this kind of meat steak will make people have nightmares! He has eaten and drunk well recently, and he has hooked up with a few very cute and innocent little girls in the business district of Nancheng, and his mood is just right, and he doesn't want to damage his mood because of this unappetizing thing.

What's even more unbearable is that in this bloody battlefield. There are also countless yellow soup and green water!

At least hundreds of dung buckets were smashed into the battlefield, and these dung buckets not only effectively weakened the combat effectiveness of the punishment knights, but also made the battlefield smoky and stinking. There is no battlefield in the world that has such a terrible smell, and this is simply a pit. And not a battlefield of killing.

The emperor had the urge to draw his sword and slash people, and his hand was also on the hilt of the sword. But after frowning and carefully taking a breath, the emperor forcibly suppressed the impulse. He forced a smile and turned his head to look at the tall, thin old man standing beside him.

Tall and thin, half a head taller than the emperor, but two inches narrower than the emperor's shoulders, this old man can be regarded as dignified, but this figure is too thin, as if the wind will fly away. He was wrapped in a red robe of swan gold velvet, and a golden chain hung around his neck, on which hung the coat of arms of the god of punishment of the sword scales.

The red robe, the golden coat of arms, and the triple crown worn by the old man on his head, and the red gem the size of a baby's fist inlaid at the top of the triple crown, all show the old man's noble status.

The presiding chapel of the Cathedral of the Holy Grace, the cardinal of the Church in the Gallic Empire, is in charge of the power of the Grand Diocese of the Gallic Empire, this thin old man is the supreme representative of the Church in the Gallic Empire, and the spokesman for the execution of the will of the gods, especially the will of the god of punishment, in the Gallic Empire.

Cardinal Archbishop Tulu, the pinnacle of heaven, is the only person in the Gallic Empire who can be equal to the emperor.

It's just that the emperor has secular imperial power, while Tulu has supreme divine power.

The emperor looked at the expressionless Tulu with a smile, and snorted without smiling: "Look, how to solve this matter?"

The emperor's heart was filled with an evil fire, but there was a faint hint of unspeakable pleasure. Your church will arrest people if it wants to arrest people, and kill people if it wants to kill, and the Inquisition of the Inquisition has even replaced the functions of the Imperial District Court, and every time the Knights are dispatched, they will not give the Imperial official any face.

This time it's okay, you came to the Fifth University to arrest people again, this time it's okay, you have suffered such a big loss, the emperor is really happy.

But here is this wolf bèi look, the emperor's heart is angry, needless to say. The university city was built by the emperor with the war aid funds of the mainland countries, and it was the top priority of the empire, the source of power for the future development of the empire, and the hope for the future of the empire.

You teach to arrest people here, I can pretend that I don't know about this matter, you catch people and take them away, and then burn, boil, stew, roast or chop dumplings, I can act as if I don't know about this matter!

But you sent out 2,000 Punishment Knights with great fanfare -- this is all the Punishment Knights of the Holy Radiance Cathedral! Plus more than 1,000 priests came to arrest one person, and you actually fought with others! Fight after fight, and you actually broke so many things in the university town!

Look at the two big pits in front of the Fifth University, look at the smashed courtyard walls around it, look at the uprooted landscape trees on this street, this street has almost been destroyed! Even during the Hundred Years of Land Island War, those alien races from the Five Dalian Islands failed to break into Bereri, but today is good, this place has been destroyed by you!

The emperor let out a sigh of resentment and sneered at Tulu: "Church, you should give me an explanation!"

Tulu turned his face to look at the Emperor with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "The Church will give you an account? Then who will give me an account? Eight hundred and ninety-five warriors who were incomparably loyal to God have been murdered, and six hundred and forty-three of the most devout priests have been shamelessly murdered! The Gallic Empire must give me an account!"

A terrifying purple-gold ripple of divine power spread out from Tulu's body, and the unprepared Emperor staggered back several steps. The Emperor stepped on a piece of unclean thing that had fallen from the dung bucket, and felt the slippery and greasy feeling at the bottom of the footboard, and the Emperor's eyes turned red!

The palm of his hand trembled and pressed on the hilt of the sword, and the emperor hissed and roared: "Tulu, what do you want my Gallic Empire to give you?"

Tulu looked coldly at the angry emperor, and his face did not change at all: "For the death of more than a thousand loyal clergy, the Gallic Empire must give me an account." Why did such a thing happen in the imperial capital of the Gallic Empire? Why did anyone dare to attack the clergy in the heart of the imperial capital of the Gallic Empire? Could it be that the Gallic Empire was a den of infidels? Could it be that the Gallic Empire was intent on challenging the brilliance of the gods?"

The huge hat was buttoned down, and the emperor trembled with anger, but he could not speak.

He stared at Tulu for a long time before gritting his teeth and saying, "What do you want me to explain?"

Tulu stared at the emperor coldly, and he said in a deep voice: "First, the dead clergy, their pensions are borne by the Gallic Empire. Second, the wounded clergy, all of their expenses were borne by the Gallic Empire. Thirdly, His Majesty must confess to the Church because of this murder!"

With a 'clang', Stein, who was standing behind the Emperor, unsheathed his half-long sword.

But the Emperor pressed one hand on Stein's hand and forced him to take the sword back.

With a sneer, the Emperor stared at Tulu deadly: "Oh?

Tulu's eyes narrowed: "The Gallic Empire must do everything in its power to help us track down the culprit and capture Lin Qi alive!"

Stein was furious, and he finally couldn't help but jump up: "Linzi, a student of the Fifth University, what is his crime?"

Tulu glanced at Stein coldly, and said lightly: "The master of the secret medicine he serves is a sinner of the revelation of the gods! He is the heir of the revelation of the gods, so he must be arrested!"

Stein was about to jump, but the Emperor had already held him down.

The emperor's heart was in a cold sweat, the master of the secret medicine served by his mother's Lin Qi was the heir of the revelation of the gods, which bastard leaked this news? If the emperor found him, he would have to chop his whole family into dumpling filling, mix it with lime, chili flour and pepper, fry it in boiling oil and feed it to the dogs!

Bastard!