The Amber Sword - 1088. Chapter 1088

“Praise the killing, praise the death, praise the war, praise the bloody land.”

“Your name written in the name of blood spreads in the depths of hell. The whistling of the north wind is your blade, and sickness and aging are your spear. Return to this land again.”

“Great Frederick, you are the master of everything, the end of all things!”

The humming sound in the square converged into one piece, and it was like the groan of a dying patient lingering in everyone’s ears, wisps of blood flowing between the gaps between the mud and the stone slabs, like a red snake, winding and spreading, bringing everyone His feet were stained red.

Over the roofs of varying heights, the fire was reflected in the night, a column of thick smoke was rising into the sky under the night, and Mars followed the rising hot air over the entire imperial capital, like a stream of rays of light.

Far out of the square, the Bishop raised his head, opened the thick cloak with his hands covered with age spots, and watched this scene religiously. He said in a low, hoarse voice:

“Thirty years ago when I was in Metz, I dreamed of all this. I saw black flames emerging from the ground, turning this decadent empire into ashes.”

The young believers looked at the archbishop in admiration. For those living in the dark, no matter in terms of that aspect, the suppression of the Qing Dynasty thirty years ago is a memorable one. In any rural village, countless witches, wizards who practice dark magic, and people who are declared to be heretics are dragged out of the house every day, either hanged or put on a torture frame.

That was the darkest period in the entire East Metz. Although it severely cracked down on the evil forces, it also stagnated the local production state. After all, no one can stop dissatisfied people from using the name of the temple. Fighting the dissidents, the final result is that the entire East Metz’s country has ten rooms and nine empty, and it has not been able to recover until now.

It is ironic that the ruthless killing did not prevent the spread of darkness. On the contrary, the fear and the withered countryside provided a living ground for the beliefs of the pagans. One fact is that after the end of the sanctuary suppression, dozens of During the year, the temple’s control over the East Metz countryside became weaker.

Most of these young people are believers who have developed after that. They have never seen that cruel era. However, through word of mouth within the sect, they have a good understanding of the horrors of that era, and they have a good understanding of the horrors of that era. The believers of the older generation are highly respected in their hearts.

But compared with old people like bishops, the flames of revenge in these young people’s hearts are not inferior to the former, as if only by turning this thousand-year-old capital into ruins, can they satisfy their desire to destroy everything in their hearts.

Everyone sees fanaticism.

Below the square, the occultists wearing black robes walked forward in a row, holding sharp sharp blades in their hands. Whenever they approached a row of citizens who were kneeling on the ground, they would hold his neck and pierce him with a knife. The heart of the latter.

The pain of dying made people wake up from the illusion, and the deceased was struggling to turn his head to see the murderer, just like the slaughtered animal, the blood bubble gushing out from their mouth, the look in the eyes is a little bit. As the gloom faded, the cultists swiftly flattened the corpse that had lost the breath of life, allowing the blood to mix in the mud and flow on the square.

But most people didn’t even have a chance to resist, twitching and falling to the ground, row after row, like lambs slaughtered collectively. The followers moved quickly, and within a moment there was only one row left in the second half of the square. Rows of corpses entangled with each other.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the blood flowed towards the center of the square as if inspired by something. The statue of the knight stood high in the center of the square, holding a sword in one hand, watching this scene indifferently.

The light from the surrounding torches cast a huge shadow on its face, it looked like the hero of the past was shrouded in a deep breath.

But the believers and citizens in the front row seemed to turn a blind eye to what was happening. They chanted religiously and repeatedly, and the blood did not reach the knees of the people in front. They still slammed their heads on the ground, worshiping in fear. It seems that there is a voice in your heart proclaiming to them that I am your master and will give you everything-whether it is revenge or eternal life.

The bishop watched this scene with satisfaction.

The rioting people are gathering in the inner city under the agitation of the shepherd. They ignited everything that can be seen. Under the frenetic atmosphere, people gradually lose their minds. They are still careful to protect their own. Property, but there is only one thought left in my mind at this moment:

Loot, burn, destroy everything!

And this scene is just a portrayal of one corner of the entire Rušta at this moment. In the entire imperial capital, dozens of such ceremonies, large and small, are going on in different places. As long as one-third of them are successful, then Can successfully summon the’gift’ they have prepared for a long time.

This is a great gift for this dying empire.

It used to be so incomparable, no one thought that the empire established by Gilt, the King of Flames, one of the four sages, would one day come to an end. Even if countless kingdoms and principalities fell and disappeared for hundreds of years, the four empires remained standing. At the apex of the peak of civilization, there hasn’t even been the slightest fading.

But an accidental opportunity brought all the coincidences here, giving them a moment to control and subvert the fate of this behemoth.

He couldn’t help thinking of his experience in Metz decades ago. The arrogant attitude of the knights and nobles of the Temple. The empire didn’t put them in its eyes at all, let them grow, and then brutally suppressed them after a certain time. .

It’s like wheat in the ground, but it’s not time to harvest.

When the nobles watched his colleague get on the gallows, their gazes were no different from those of the cropped wheat. They were both an understatement, with a somewhat ornamental nature.

It was this look that hurt him deeply.

The bishop glanced at the direction of the square for the last time. He saw that the blood pool was gathering in the center of the square. It was as thick as a mirror. A crimson-headed, twisted monster with wings was struggling in the pool, and thick blood was covered in it. They are connected to the pool of blood, like embryos conceived in the womb, and they are disgustingly ugly.

He knew that the son of the evil god had come.

Anywhere in Warnd, the black fire cultists and the tree shepherds are like a shadow, and they worship twisted power-not chaos and demons, but evil gods. Regarding the question of whether Cthulhu is a god, scholars have debated for thousands of years and have been unresolved, but these horrible and ugly existences are indeed part of the gods-they were born from the blood of the gods, and no one knows who they are or inherits. What kind of intention created them, but since the day they were born, these horrible and distorted monsters have been cursed by all the malice and hatred in this world. They are crazy and irrational. They worship killing and cold death. They are powerful and grotesque. , As if mere existence makes the world feel uneasy.

Because of this, when the evil god was born, they were deeply sealed by the gods and people, and only a few heirs were left on the earth, and they were called divine envoys.

The most famous of these is the god evil, the magic tree Finridos, born from the blood of the gods of Gaia. Its heir, the golden magic tree, spread throughout the world under the deliberate cultivation of the tree shepherd. The title of the tree shepherd is also From this.

The followers of the tree shepherd-the black fire cultists worship the powerful power of these strange creatures, but for a long time they are still far away from obtaining this power. The weak divine envoy seems to be the limit of mortal power, and since the war of the saints , No one has ever been so close to a true god.

Even Cthulhu.

The debate among scholars seems to have come to an end in the Cruze’s capital, Rusita.

He pulled down his cloak again, muttering nervously.

“Please forgive me, but I won’t give you a chance.”

There is nothing more pleasurable than watching an enemy who was once so powerful and terrifying groan in front of him. What kind of expression.

He turned his head casually and said to the people around him: “The people we sent to the Cat and Beard Inn, are you back?”

The young believers asked each other about this question, and soon got a negative answer.

This answer couldn’t help but make the Bishop frowned, as if their power was so powerful at this time that even the empire would kneel in front of him, and even a trivial matter would embarrass him?

This feeling made him very dissatisfied.

“Why, isn’t there even a bit of news?” His tone couldn’t help slowing down, containing a deep dissatisfaction.

The followers shook their heads again.

“The city is in chaos now, maybe they are in trouble on the way back.” Someone in the crowd offered a reasonable explanation.

The bishop thought for a while and approved the explanation. After his plan to come to Master Dragon Queen was not likely to fail, he carefully investigated the people in the hotel and knew that the little noble’s fiancée had nothing to do.

Of course, Bai Wu’s factors beyond ordinary people’s expectations were not within his consideration.

He decided to put this question down first, and then said: “The rituals in the city must be accelerated. The main ritual is almost completed right now. There are dozens of ceremonies, large and small. Are these idiots even one-third of the time I set? The ceremony can’t be finished?”

The young believers looked at each other, wondering why the bishop, who usually seems to be a good talker, suddenly lost his temper.

However, these people were finally not sloppy. Someone soon asked: “Perhaps we can contact them?”

The bishop thought for a while and nodded. On weekdays, they rarely contacted in private because they were afraid of being spotted by the witches everywhere, but tonight they didn’t have this worry. I was afraid that the self-righteous Queen was already overwhelmed at this time.

The young believers immediately took out a communication crystal, carefully connected it, and respectfully handed it to the bishop’s hands.

“Whose crystal is this?”

The bishop asked back, the light of the torch cast the shadow of the hood thickly on his face, as if there was a deep scar under every wrinkle.

“It seems to be Dennis.”

“That’s the ceremony at Ninth Avenue.”

The bishop held the crystal in his hand and asked faintly: “Is it Dennis, please reply.”

The crystal fell silent for a moment.

Then it brightened slightly, and a voice came from above.

“I heard it, but I’m not Dennis.”

The bishop froze for a moment.

Everyone at the scene also fell silent for a moment.

Then the former said angrily: “I don’t care who you are, you immediately let Dennis come and talk to me.”

“I’m afraid it’s a bit difficult.” The voice from the crystal replied with some embarrassment.

“What’s the problem with this, where is he?”

There was a rumbling sound from the crystal, and then he replied: “That’s it. I don’t know that the corpse at my feet is the person you are talking about. Or I will send them over and you will come one by one. How do you recognize it?”

The bishop held the communication crystal in his hand, and the needle was almost audible at the scene.

“You…who are you?”

“Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce myself,” the voice on the crystal replied: “My name is Brando, whether you know me or not, but you’d better wash your neck and wait for me to kill.”

Patter.

The crystal fell to the ground.

Under the staring gazes of everyone, the bishop only felt that a cloud of anger was gathering rapidly in his chest, and it was burning. It felt like he had just gained unmatched power. If the empire was so powerful that he didn’t dare to wipe his edge, he had to bow his head in front of him, but a group of clowns wanted to jump out and try the knife.

He didn’t care about the other party’s name at all, and only subconsciously thought that it was just a group of eager and eager people who wanted to show themselves before Her Majesty, who had gained a frustrated imperial noble child.

He couldn’t help but smirked: “These people really want to be famous and want to be crazy. Anyway, I will wash my neck and see how they came to kill me.”

However, it is a pity that this group of crazy lunatics seems to have just made a joke, and did not really intend to come and kill him.

However, what they did next made the Bishop feel even more uncomfortable than being killed.

Under the gaze of everyone present, within less than a quarter of an hour, the communication crystals on the ground lit up one after another, and every time they lit up, an unfamiliar voice reported to the door.

Then tell them: “Dear Sir, your subordinates unfortunately died in my hands, but I assure you that there will definitely be another time.”

The bishop’s face went from flushing with anger to anger. However, after a few times, the faces of everyone present began to turn from black to white.

Because they discovered that in less than half an hour, more than seven ceremonial venues were attacked. Judging from the reaction from the crystal side, there was absolutely nothing left.

It wasn’t until this moment that the bishop realized that the other party was definitely not a young man who had lost his mind.

This is definitely the revenge organized by which party’s power reacted. It’s a pity that this revenge was so heavy that he almost shivered, and he couldn’t help but ask with some trembling:

“How many people did we lose?”

In fact, what he cares about is how many ceremonial venues are still in operation. For a moment, he almost thinks that the meticulous planning of the organization will fail on his own.

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