"What?"

Pastor Sams stepped forward and stopped a few young men who were a little excited. He is a church member in charge of general foreign affairs affairs, and as an old man who is almost sixty years old, he is well suited for this job.

"My lord, I think you're mistaken. We are a convoy of the Ingrid Church and do not belong to the Principality of Haysting. According to the laws of the Principality of Haysting, the requisition is limited to unofficial combat groups such as caravans and mercenaries in our country, and we are a church organization, not Haysting, so we should not be within the scope of requisition. ”

"Church, is that so?" Mankiqi's face was grim, his eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Have you thought clearly, this is not my personal order, but a requisition order issued by the Knights of the Silver Holy Crown, the official knights of the principality!"

Pastor Sams was silent, the meaning of this knight was already very clear, what laws and guidelines, it was all a fart, and now Mankiqi was clearly threatening them with the military identity he represented, if they didn't agree, then it would be difficult to say what would happen next.

This was no longer up to Pastor Sams, and he turned his gaze to Gehr, who had become the de facto leader of their group while Carmelita was still recovering from her injuries.

"May I ask what we are doing with the requisition of our armed forces?" Gehr stepped forward.

"This is confidential. Mankiqi looked at Gehr, his pupils suddenly contracted slightly, as an excellent warrior, he could easily find the same taste in this young man in front of him, and the sensitive body sensations he had cultivated from the war directly told him how dangerous this young man was. He was silent for a moment. "I can't tell you yet, but you can rest assured. We will pay you twice the current price of the first tier, and we will open up the supply channels that our Silver Crown Knights have. You will get friendship from the Knights, and you will not be disadvantaged. ”

The so-called first-level employment price refers to the guiding price specification of the mercenary employment market of the Principality of Haysting for a long time, which is divided into three levels, of which the first-level price is the highest, and the third-level corresponds to the three grades of novices, veterans and top players.

Now Mankiqi not only paid twice the price of the first-class employment, but also provided exclusive access and shelter from the Knights, which was already very sincere, and if it were an ordinary caravan, it would not refuse this kind of employment. It is perfectly acceptable to be able to get in touch with the military, even if it loses a little money.

It's a pity that Gell and his party are not ordinary caravanserais, they have their own goals.

"I understand what you mean, and the price is fair, but I'm sorry, we are also in a hurry, and we can't help you in this matter. Gell stared into the strong man's eyes and politely refused.

Mankic's face suddenly became a little ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You have to understand." If you disobey the requisition of the Haysting military, you will not be able to move an inch in the future!"

Haysting founded the country on business, so he has always had an attitude of encouragement and support for such a caravan that is undoubtedly with the caravan, but he is tolerant of the caravan. It does not mean that the mercenaries are also tolerant, as a branch of the important power of Haysting, the mercenaries have always been an important supplement to the military. It can be regarded as a reserve soldier of the regular army, so this kind of request that is a matter of course for a soldier like Mankiqi is rejected in this way. What's more, the situation encountered by these cavalrymen this time is very urgent. There was no one nearby to call for help, so their mission was to collect all the power they could use along the way. That's why Mankic's idea is to hit these teams that seem to be quite combative.

However, Gehr really didn't plan to return to Haysting, and after arriving at Emrock, there was a way to return to San Rotalo by other paths. And once you agree to the call of these cavalrymen, you will run into a lot of unnecessary troubles after that.

"Mankiczy of Taforo, is that you?" Just as Gehr was about to make a strong refusal, a voice suddenly came from the carriage behind him, interrupting Gehr's actions.

It was Sylvia's voice.

"Temple...... Your Highness?"

......

The afternoon breeze blew bloody through the streets of Kuros Town.

The invaders, drunk with blood and liquor, dragged the woman's body with one hand, brandished weapons and howled loudly with the other, trampling the corpses of the people in all directions, and the original black cloth coats were burned by the sun, and the invaders who could not stand it took off their black clothes casually and put them on their shoulders casually, revealing their black and thin torsos.

It is one of the satellite towns of Merzai, the eastern metropolis of the Principality of Haysting, and is known for its sugar cane wine and hot and passionate maidens, but these have now become the trophies of the invaders who have breached the town.

Another group of black-clad invaders ran by.

Their target is the temple of Shia in the center of town.

The Temple of Chia in the town of Kulos is a well-known place of interest, as the ruins of the great temple left over from the religious era hundreds of years ago, under the renovation of the Kulos people, it now assumes more responsibilities as a museum and exhibition center, bringing together a large number of artworks from various religious periods, and is very sought after by some people in the art world.

Today, however, this concentration of artworks is no longer immune to the fate of war.

More than a dozen black-clothed soldiers carried a stone pillar from nowhere, constantly hitting the thick temple gate, and under a strong breakthrough, they destroyed the door of the main temple, screaming and invading the inside of the temple.

As soon as you enter the temple, you will find statues of gods and goddesses from various periods on the left and right, both genuine and counterfeit from various ruins, and made of different materials, some made of marble and some made of gold leaf on copper.

The black-clad soldiers let out an earth-shattering cheer and swarmed up, pulling the statues of the gods down from their pedestals. The marble statue fell to the ground and shattered, the god's majestic face shattered, and the bronze statue was torn gold leaf with weapons or hands by the swarming soldiers. Buckle the gemstone or cut it out of value.

"Pagan gods!"

"Evil Demon God!"

The black-clad soldiers shouted slogans of faith. While digging the peeled gold leaf into his arms, he spat on the idol.

One of these hapless idols survived. And the soldiers who passed by would salute it very respectfully.

It was a bright red, bull-headed figure with a golden-white mane on its back, perched on a large brass throne, and beneath it was a pedestal carved out of bloodstone with bloodstained corpses and piles of skulls, symbolizing the unstoppable aggressiveness, mindless madness, and the rolling sea of blood that flooded the battlefield.

"O one absolute God, your most sincere believers are here to show you new territories. Your brilliance is incomparable, and your divine power is unstoppable......"

Archbishop Bovey, dressed in a red robe, stood in front of the statue of the ancient god Slakna, dancing in a way that no one could understand. Compared to the already skinny soldiers around him, Archbishop Bovey had to be a full circle smaller, looking like a monkey in clothes, and this trembling dance without any beauty was almost the same as a leper - or a leper monkey?

However, it was clear that the soldiers behind him had an "outstanding" ability to appreciate it, and looked at Archbishop Bovey with complete admiration and respect.

"Archbishop, everything is ready. A soldier ran up behind Bovey and got down on one knee to report respectfully.

"You have taken the incarnation of God and moved outside. Be careful. Archbishop Bovey jumped to his feet and waved his cane to give the order to the soldiers.

The soldiers immediately got busy and worked hard to move the idol out of the house.

Outside the temple is a large plaza that is generally used for festivals. Today is a festival for these invaders, and a hill of books is what they use to celebrate their rituals.

"Even if it's a pagan book, it's a shame to throw such a valuable book into the fire without research, right? It's not too late to judge its value before making a move!" a middle-aged man with a status significantly higher than the rest of the soldiers, looking like a black-armored knight, frowned. Said to Bovey as he walked out of the temple.

"Blasphemer!"

Bovey trampled the ground, jumping up and down.

"If the things recorded in these books are the same as those of the Slarkna. The holy scriptures alone are enough for the world to enjoy, and there is no need for them to exist. If it is not the content of the holy scriptures, then it must be a lie used by the pagans to deceive people, and it must be destroyed!"

"But even these medical books...... Many of our villages have it to better cure diseases, and we soldiers can also get better ......."

Before he finished speaking, the cane and the side of his mouth slammed together, and the black-armored knight couldn't help but stumble under his feet.

"Those who sincerely honor the god Slark will not be plagued by disease. Those who will be sick must have the seeds of evil in their hearts and will be punished by God!

Bovey's vicious gaze shot at the knight in front of him.

The knight's face turned pale, but he still didn't say anything, he knew very well that he couldn't explain it clearly with this religious madman, so he could only take a few steps back and show his concession.

Bovey raised a hand and took the torch from the soldier, allowing the soldier to pour oil on the book in front of him.

"No!

At this moment, a mournful voice came from the side, attracting the attention of the people in the field.

It was a gray-haired old man who was trying to break through the soldiers' blockade, but was finally knocked to the ground by the soldiers with the hilt of his sword.

"Who is he?" asked Bovey.

"Tell the archbishop that he is the master of these books. ”

"Hmph, harboring cult knowledge sinners, unforgivable, purify him with these books!"

Several soldiers immediately lifted the old man up and threw him on the pile of books, and Bovey dropped the torch as well.

Immediately the flames burst into flames, engulfing both the book and the man. Books that record the human mind and sensibilities, one by one, the crystallization of countless manpower and passion that must be invested before they can be completed have been turned to ashes in the flames.

After a brief wail in the fire, Archbishop Bovey seemed to tremble again with excitement.

"I heard, I heard, God said it was not enough, continue to plunder, continue to kill, this is God's responsibility to us!"

"Oh! continue!" (to be continued......)