Large groups of snowflakes fell from the sky, Ferry III cheered up, he knew what to do. The Pennine Mountains crawl west of Blasey like a serpent—he still calls it Blasey. According to the secrets he knew, the Knights Templar would not step in there, they dared not go in.
They cunningly occupied the only ancient way to get there, and unless he wanted to take the knights over a near-vertical mountain, he had to attack their camp.
"His Majesty."
There was the rustling of snow beside him, and Mann moved to him and reported to him in a low voice.
The situation is very bad, the blood on everyone's body is frozen, there is no food and they dare not make a fire to expose the position. It won't be long before they will freeze to death in this black pine forest. Mann looked at him, the moonlight falling on the snow, and the reflection of the snow made his bearded face shockingly calm.
"We won't be able to enter the extreme north like this," said Mann, who was very young, another student of Karl, and the first sworn knight to be sealed by Ferry III himself, with a pair of green eyes that made him look fierce The wolf, "Your Majesty, we must attack."
Ferry III saw the fierceness beating in his eyes: "They are just waiting for us to attack."
"Your Majesty, the attack does not include you." Mann said calmly, "I led the good guys to lead them away, you put on your disguise, and passed through the snow. The problem is that they burned the suspension bridge leading to the ancient road. , you can only jump from the left, can you?"
The problem is not this. Ferry III's face was tense, and the snow was still falling on his head, freezing to the bone. He only has these knights left, and they have all saved him more than once... He forced himself to speak, his voice calm: "I will go over as soon as possible. After I pass, you surrender immediately and tell them everything you know."
Mann's green eyes met Ferry III's.
Ferry III whispered: "This is also an order."
"That's it, Your Majesty." Mann withdrew his gaze, he turned to look at the bonfire opposite, "When the dark clouds cover the moon, we will set off immediately."
Ferry III heard him swear vaguely, and he knew why.
Karl was hanged alive by the silver-armored captain of the Temple Knights on the gate of their last fortress, and the body has not yet been taken down - Mann was covering him at that time, clenching his teeth and not letting anyone back. Now, that regiment commander is in the opposite camp.
Mann made a gesture, and the knights nearby broke the frozen blood, took the hilt with their frozen hands, and stood up one by one.
"Mann-"
Ferry III suddenly grabbed Mann's shoulders, his sanity made him lower his voice, but his instinct made his voice a little sharp.
Mann didn't ask why, because he also noticed the sudden change.
A gust of wind, a terrible gust of wind.
Masses of snow rolled down from above their heads, hitting the valley overwhelmingly. what happened? Mann thought, ordering the knights to grab the black pines so they wouldn't be swept downhill by the wind. He realized other things more quickly, turned his head to look at the camp, and at a glance he understood why Ferry III had just lost his temper.
Opposite them, on the hills in front of the Extreme North Ancient Road, fires rose into the sky in the gust of wind.
What terrified them was the color of the fire—deep red as blood, and it was not a fire that mortals could start. The fiery fire and the black flame are mixed together, making people think of blood and sin for the first time. what happened there
Ferry III struggled to look at the camp in the gust of wind. The agony howls of the Templar knights stationed there broke the ancient silence of the Pennines. The dark clouds in the sky were surging at this moment, obscuring the moon and the mountains. Shadows shrouded, like dark creatures slowly waking up.
"Go! Rush over!"
Whether he was hell or what, Ferry III realized this was an unprecedented opportunity.
Half-rolled and half-crawled, they rushed past the camp where the Knights Templar were stationed. Those damned guys couldn't protect themselves at this time. They rolled in the fire, trying to suppress the fire on their bodies with snow, but the fire seemed to be attached to their souls and burned together.
After Mann broke, watching Ferry III jump onto the stone path, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to go over.
There was a sound of wind behind him, and he stabbed with a backhand sword.
The Templar knight who rolled out of the fire was pierced through his heart by him and threw himself on him. The fire was also burning immediately. In an instant, even Mann wailed and fell to his knees.
Ferry III took a last look at Mann, who grew up with him, gritted his teeth and led his few knights into the canyon where the stone road ran through.
A black figure stood on the peak of Penning Mountain, and he looked down at the blazing fire.
"A little gift is not a respect."
He said, then suddenly disappeared from the top of the mountain and appeared at the entrance of the trail.
Ferry III and his party didn't even notice that there was such a silent figure behind them, and they walked deep and shallow in the canyon. As if after walking for a century, there was light in front of them, and they walked out, and the violent wind blew over in an instant.
"arrive."
They fell to their knees, almost weeping.
The devil passed through them, and Ferry III and the others didn't find anyone, they just stared blankly at the huge ice field in front of them.
On the horizon at the end of the ice sheet, a pale blue full moon hangs there, and there is a vast space between heaven and earth. There are many jagged giant shadows in the distance, countless ribs are buried like peaks in the thick snow and ice, the primordial atmosphere of the ancient times is everywhere here, and people are like ants.
The devil walks in the snow.
The devil, who was banished, cursed and deprived of everything, wore a black dress and opened a black umbrella. He was as graceful as a long overdue funeral guest.
"Long time no see, my old friends."
He said, with a cold smile.
This is the place where the gods are buried.
…
Holy Empire, capital.
The black-clothed monk walked through the long corridor, and he smelled heavily of blood. The changes during this period were equally drastic and unfamiliar to the elders of the Holy Court. They must come out of the monastery, take up the ledger with the hands of the theological books, and give orders in a voice that teaches repentance.
Unprecedented brilliance, everyone indulges in the brilliance of this kingdom of God.
The black monk felt uneasy.
He is not the same as the Judge and the Blessed One, he is an ascetic of the Holy Court. Before accepting the call of the Holy Court, they walked in the harsh wilderness, tempering their bodies with wind and frost, tempering their steadfastness, and gaining strength in this suffering. The black monk is called Letos, he is different from the others, he only owes his allegiance to the Pope.
"How's it going?" The Pope was waiting for him in the quiet room.
"The Lowland Alliance has begun to build a dock sufficient to carry the divine ship, and it is expected to be completed in May. The Kingdom of Upper El on the coast of the Hopeless Inner Sea has rejected the request to believe in the Lord, and some of the eastern countries still believe in private. City gods. The witches fled to Legrand, and our inquisitors only caught some of the offspring. Holy See, all is not over yet."
"It's Your Majesty," the Pope corrected lightly. "We still have many enemies. Although the kingdom is strong, there are still hidden dangers. We still need war. There is only one belief in the world, a supreme god."
"We've waged enough wars, where should our swords go next, Holy... Your Majesty."
The black-clothed friar hesitated. He didn't know whether the Pope Siold, who he was familiar with, was standing in front of him, or the Emperor of the Holy Empire.
He noticed that the Pope was wearing a golden crown.
"My friend, I remember that it was you who tried Magill at the beginning." The Pope did not answer him directly, but turned to another matter that had been nearly thirty years away.
The black monk thought for a while before he remembered who the "Magill" the Pope was talking about.
It was a thinker from the city-state of Menggamon at the exit of the Hopeless Inland Sea, who had written a lesser known book, "On the Sovereign." The Pope at that time was only a cardinal, responsible for reviewing the arguments. After reading the "On the Sovereign", the Pope immediately tried Magill in the name of heresy, and obtained the consent of the Presbytery to transfer the "On the Sovereign". The Sovereign was burnt and banned.
The black monk still doesn't understand why a book can alert the great people of the Holy Court to such a point.
The Pope took out a book from the bookshelf, flipped to one of the pages, and handed it to the black monk: "... Military means can be used to attack a small city-state to a country. But if you want to truly rule this city-state or country, you must Its original order must be completely destroyed, and a new one will replace it from its roots. Otherwise, when given the chance, it will start a war in the name of freedom or the ancient order."
The black monk was stunned to discover that what the Pope had put on the bookshelf to study carefully was "On the Sovereign", which had been listed as a forbidden book and burned down.
"What we are building is the kingdom of God, so there can only be one faith in the kingdom of God." The Pope said calmly, "All the old gods other than this should be torched, they are all heretics!"
The black-clothed cultivator was awe-inspiring, and he felt as if he had touched the core of the Holy Court's thousand-year-old efforts.
"Completely burn down the old statues of gods and gods. Whether it is Lower El in the hopeless Inner Sea or the small countries by the abyss, either return to the Holy Master or be completely conquered." The Pope ordered, his hands were crossed on the scepter, his eyes were cold.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The black monk drew a cross on his chest, paused, and asked a crucial question.
"So, what about Legrand? It is the most powerful and stubborn of all the heretical kingdoms, and it will not sit idly by and watch the expansion of the kingdom of God."
"There's going to be something that's going to blow their minds."
The Pope said meaningfully.
…
Whitsunday Bay, a secret sanctuary.
The monks in white cloaks held torches and went down the spiraling stairs. There are many reliefs carved on both sides of the stone walls, which are stories about angels, demons and snakes. With the movement of the torch light, the shadows of those embossed faces changed, and the holy and ferocious intertwined, there was a sense of horror.
At the end of the dark passage sloping downward is a heavy black iron gate.
"Password?"
A gloomy voice, like a ghost, came from above the cave.
"Evil dragon buried in bones."
The white cloak answered.
After a while of silence, the sound of heavy gear rubbing sounded, the black iron fence of the rung in front of the white cloak rose up, and the cold wind mixed with a certain bloody smell suddenly rushed out from behind the iron gate. Along with the fishy wind, there was the rubbing of iron cables and the dull scratching sound, the low roar... Some hungry and angry creature was imprisoned - or called captive - here.
The white-cloak friar walked in quietly, holding a torch.
Behind the black iron giant gate is a huge underground space, and seven iron chains as thick as buckets lock an ancient creature.
Huge shadows were cast on the rock wall, and the corpses of cattle, sheep and unknown animals were piled up, turning this place into a large slaughterhouse. In the middle of the slaughterhouse, stood a ferocious and majestic creature.
That's a...
Black Dragon!