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Ofiloch stood quietly on a hill, looking at Rowan City in the distance. In the forest behind him, 5,100 knights were resting.
After more than ten days of fighting with the 20,000 pursuing troops of the Ron Principality, he was already extremely familiar with the terrain within a hundred miles of Ron City. He has repelled pursuing troops from all walks of life more than ten times and killed more than 3,000 enemies. All told, more than a hundred lives ended in his own hands in this war, right? As a price, more than three hundred of the most elite Lionheart Knights and Golden Lion Knights who had been following him fell forever.
Ofiloch sighed. If Grand Duke Ron hadn't been greedy for life and left ten thousand of the most elite Feitian knights to guard the capital, he might have been on the road to escape in embarrassment now.
Since the war, under the ruthless tactics of Marshal Rocherio, except for a few well-defended large cities in the Principality of Roan, other small towns and villages have been reduced to ruins in the flames of war. The alliance's army seized the people's food rations, and drove a large number of refugees into the uncaptured large city of Rowan to use up the food stored in the city. Countless spies also took the opportunity to sneak in, setting fires, poisoning, spreading rumors and assassinating people, and endlessly. Don't use extreme measures.
The key to all this lies in yourself. The 50,000 elite troops of Ron Principality were tightly restrained around the royal capital, and they were following him around. Ofiloch shook his head, why do we have to use this tactic? Even if we win this war, we will only get a ruined country. If millions of people are displaced, can I really feel at ease in the future
He was worried when he felt a sudden pain on his finger, and an obsidian ring he had worn for many years broke into several pieces.
A cloud of white mist emerged and slowly condensed into a transparent ball of light.
Ofiloch's face slowly turned pale, and before he knew it, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't even notice it.
A holy knight in the ball of light is walking up the hill. When he turned around, Ofiloch felt a pain in his heart. It turned out to be Karajan! The Templar Knight suddenly appeared after a miracle, one of the three giants of the Doomsday Judgment Group! Why did the Doomsday Judgment Group appear here? They should be thousands of miles away! Why is Elesis's ring on him
Ofiloch almost didn't dare to think about it anymore. This ring allows her to notify herself in times of crisis and notify herself to save her!
As Karajan in the light ball walked into a teleportation magic circle, the light ball became dark. After a while, the light ball finally disappeared.
Ofiloch fell off his horse and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Why!
Elesis should be infallible in the Grand Duke's palace! The church will not search the Grand Duke's Palace under any circumstances! Even if there is an emergency, she still has an emergency means of escape - Demon General Artest! And I am well aware of Artest's terror!
Ofiloch reluctantly sat up, feeling cold all over his body.
"Sir! What's wrong with you!" A Knight of the Round Table noticed Ofiloch's strange behavior and ran over.
"I'm fine, you can go down." Ofiloke stood up slowly while holding on to the tree, slowly suppressing the chaotic fighting spirit in his body.
The Knight of the Round Table did not retreat, and the holy light flashed on his body, helping Ofiloch calm down.
Ofiloch forced himself to calm down, thought carefully for a while, and finally looked up. He looked beyond Ron City, past several military fortresses, past tens of thousands of Ron troops, and looked at the city of Lille thousands of miles away.
Suddenly, the gates of Ron City opened wide, and groups of knights galloped out, formed a square formation outside the city, and began to set up camps at important intersections. With their magnificent military appearance and high efficiency, it is obvious at a glance that they are the most elite Feitian Knights in the Principality of Ron!
Marshal Rochelio's strange strategy, the Duke of Ron's timely dispatch of the Feitian Knights, the sudden appearance of the Doomsday Judgment Group, and the sudden accident of Elesis, Ofiloch faintly felt that there seemed to be an invisible connection behind these things. , and all conspiracies point to Elesis, his favorite!
But the person behind these conspiracies... He didn't dare to think about it any further.
"Charlie!"
"What are your orders, my lord?" the Knight of the Round Table replied.
"Among the Knights of the Round Table, you have the best military strategy. From now on, you will lead the Knights of the Lionheart and the Knights of the Golden Lion. You must bring them back to the principality alive!"
"Then Sir, you..."
Ofiloch sighed and must rush back to Lille as soon as possible. Now my mind is in a state of confusion and I am no longer fit to lead troops. "
Charlie was silent for a moment. The Duke of Ron seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly sent the Feitian Knights to guard our way back east. You are alone... Did something happen to Miss Elesis? "
Ofiloch sighed and didn't answer, got on his horse and said to Charlie: "We are all Templar Knights. I have made up my mind to leave everything behind now, but you still have a future and faith, so you don't have to go down this road of no return like me. It’s a long way! Don’t worry, I’m more flexible when I’m alone. There’s no way the Feitian Knights want to catch me!”
Ofiloch rode down the mountain, taking advantage of the cover of the terrain, and galloped diagonally in the direction of the Principality of Bavaria!
The Feitian Knights are worthy of being one of the top ten knights. The 10,000 knights are divided into several troops, sealing Ofiloch's way back east. To circumvent their control area, it may take an entire night's work.
Ofiloch sneered and dismounted far away from the military camp. He resolutely decided to pass directly through the military camp under the cover of night.
Night fell little by little.
In the Cathedral of Lille, Karajan was kneeling on the ground, suffering the silent anger of Augustus. Des and Charisma both knelt on the ground with him, hoping to spare his life from the wrath of Blood Angel Augustus.
There was a soft sound. The broken obsidian ring was thrown in front of Karajan. Augustus's voice was as cold as the cold wind blowing from the Millennium Cold Pond: "What else do you have to say! If you brought this ring back properly, how could you Let Ofiloch know about this? If he betrays the church in the end, do you know how much the loss will be?!"
Karajan fell to the ground and did not dare to say anything. Des saw Augustus subconsciously adjusting the short mustache on his lips and couldn't help but shudder. Whenever the leader of the Holy Knights and Blood Angel Augustus subconsciously does this action, it is when he cannot suppress the anger in his heart and wants to massacre.
But in order to save Karayang's life, Des no longer cared about that much, and said bravely: "Sir, we are all angels who came directly, and our potential and strength are at least not much worse than Ofiloch's. .”
"Fart!" Augustus suddenly shouted. He immediately realized his gaffe, sat back in his chair, and closed his eyes silently. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and said slowly: "Given time, Ofiloch will be the God of War in this space. As long as he is here, it is not impossible for the Church of Light to dominate the world within a hundred years. I am focused on I have been worried and planning for a long time, just to avoid provoking him to leave the church. But now, you trashes have ruined my big thing! With the three of you, if you can be as useful to the church as Ofiloch's ten One is considered good! You are short-sighted! Get out of here!"
The three giants of the Doomsday Judgment Group scurried away as if they were pardoned by the emperor.
Augustus walked into the back hall. Standing in front of the altar was a thin and withered figure. He was so thin that if the wind in the room was a little stronger, he would fall down.
Augustus lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing the old man, and said carefully: "Sir, Ofiloch should already know what happened here, maybe he is already on his way here. I have given instructions The Principality of Ron is trying its best to intercept it, but it may not be effective... If he rushes back and sees all this, I'm afraid he will never be able to change his mind."
The old man said slowly: "The Lord said that whoever comes will surely leave. Since it is time to come, let him come. Filling this world with the glory of God does not necessarily have to be done by your hands or mine. . Even without Ofiloch, we still have dozens of descending angels, one hundred thousand holy knights, hundreds of thousands of clergy, and tens of millions of believers. After I return to the embrace of the Lord, there will be young people who will perform the duties for me. Responsibility. When you return to heaven, there will be believers inspired by the Lord to continue your unfinished wish. Even if this glorious cause will be realized in a few hundred years, what are you afraid of? Why must this ideal be realized in your hands and mine? Where is the country? Augustus, you must remember that vanity is the most easily overlooked original sin."
Augustus said in a low voice: "Thank you for your teaching, sir." Then he slowly bowed and retreated.
Ofiloch quickly approached the camp of the Feitian Knights. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the military camp, and horns were blown continuously. The knights who had already entered the camp quickly put on their horses and rallied.
Ofiloch seemed to be aware of it. He looked back and saw knights galloping faintly on the hill where he came from. Ofiloch felt sour in his heart. If his traces were exposed in this place, there would be countless hard battles in the future. He secretly said: "Charlie, you bastard..."
However, orders kept coming from the commander's tent. Instead of pursuing them, the Feitian Knights increased their vigilance everywhere.
Ofiloch couldn't wait any longer. He lowered his body, almost gliding against the ground, and rushed towards the military camp like wind and lightning.
The knights on the hill were unmoved when they saw the Feitian Knights. After a while, they formed a neat queue, slowly went down the mountain, and pressed towards this side.
Amidst the long blast of the horn, the Feitian Knights finally opened the camp gate, and two thousand heavy cavalry and three thousand light cavalry came out of the camp. They lined up five miles in front of the camp, waiting for the Lion Heart Knight and the Golden Lion Knight.
Four thousand knights also galloped out of Ron City, obliquely outflanking the retreat of the Golden Lion Knights and the Lionheart Knights. Then ten thousand infantrymen also left the city and began to approach the battlefield.
The twelve Knights of the Round Table rode at the front of the queue, and behind them was the Lion's Tooth Camp headed by Kate.
The five thousand one hundred knights stood slowly.
The man is silent and the horse does not neigh.
Charlie looked around at the 20,000 enemy troops that seemed to be surrounded, and said to the knights of the Round Table around him: "The easiest way at the moment is to fight out of the Feitian Knights! Since they dare to fight with the same number of troops, today we will We want to crush their lair! But after this battle, we don’t know if we can meet again.”
Another knight of the Round Table said calmly: "Since we can't betray the church, we can still teach Ron's ignorant people a lesson for Sir Ofiloch. Even if we all return to the Lord's arms today, so what!"
Charlie nodded and said nothing more.
The three enemy armies slowly surrounded them and took up positions two miles away from the Lion Heart Knight and the Golden Lion Knight.
Charlie raised his gun high, and a steel forest appeared on the plain. As he pointed his war gun at the Feitian Knights, five thousand iron cavalry surged toward the Feitian Knights like a torrent of steel!
The sound of hooves was like thunder, but there was no sound of killing! Since everyone is willing to die, why should we shout
Roger woke up.
He only felt that there was pain everywhere in his body.
He tried to move his hands and feet, but he felt a sharp pain. He stopped moving and pretended to have fainted again, but slowly scanned the surroundings with his mental power. It wasn't until he was sure that no one of considerable strength was watching nearby that he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment.
This is a dark and damp dungeon, with an inch of sewage on the floor. Several huge rats were running around in the cell. Rogge looked at his hands and feet and saw four small iron chains as thick as chopsticks passed through his hands and feet respectively, and the wounds had begun to turn white. A collar engraved with magic symbols was placed around his neck. There were tiny barbs on the inside of the collar. Rogge felt that as long as his magic power was generated, it would flow out from these barbs piercing the flesh. An iron chain was connected to the collar, and the other end of the chain was fixed to the wall.
"What's going on? Doesn't Augustus still value himself a little? Why does he treat me like this? He clearly wants to turn me into a useless person!" Rogge was surprised.
Rogge tried to sit up slowly. He tried his best not to move his neck muscles and shouted: "Come here! Is there anyone?"
No one answered.
He tried to hit the cell wall with the iron chain again, and every hit was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat.
Half an hour later, someone came along the long corridor. A hoarse voice cursed: "What are you doing? Are you tired of living? Do you have to be hungry for ten days before you are happy?"
"Brother, for your convenience, I want to meet Bishop Hart of the church. I will definitely repay you." Rogge tried his best to smile charmingly.
"Where will the church's big shots meet you? They are all busy right now!"
"What are they busy with?" Rogge asked quickly.
The jailer is on alert, don't try to get anything out of me! "
Rogge thought for a while and immediately promised him a large sum of benefits, just to buy some information. The jailer was still hesitating, and Rogge promised him a place to hide the treasure. He also said: "If what I told is a lie, you can take an hour to go there and have a look, and you will know immediately. When you come back, Is there any way I can survive?"
The jailer thought that was true, so he revealed some information to Rogge. Although he actually knew very little, it still frightened Rogge.
According to the jailer, a very important ceremony will be held in the church at noon tomorrow. Everyone is currently very busy. Even if Rogge really knows Bishop Hart or even higher-level figures, they must not Time to take care of him. The jailer finally let Rogge feel at ease here, in the dungeon of the Lille City Prison, to stay for a long time. Judging from his twenty years of experience as a jailer, it seemed that it would take more than half a month before anyone would think about it. Get up and deal with Roger's matter.
Roger thanked the jailer profusely. The jailer said: "Don't be too busy thanking me. If you really take care of me, just don't coax me in the place where the treasure is hidden. I will change my shift soon, and I will go to receive your reward." "
Rogge said hurriedly: "You can go ahead, but if you can't find it, come back to me! I can't run away, can I?"
Seeing the jailer leaving, Rogge spat in a low voice. When you come back to me, it will be your end! Go to the power world and enjoy your wealth! "
He pondered for a while and concluded that tomorrow's noon ceremony was probably for Elesis. But now is not the time to worry about that. He quietly thought about how to get out of trouble. At present, there are many big figures from the church in the city, and it is too risky to summon the police. Besides, I guess I am already on the church's list, so it is better to play it safe.
The top priority is to regain some physical strength first.
He glanced around. After the jailer left, the rats came out of all the dank corners again, squeaking and crawling towards Rogge along the blood stains in the sewage on the ground. Some of the bold ones even Started biting his ankle.
Rogge smiled evilly, and a silver light flashed in his eyes. Dozens of mice were marked with thin blood arrows at the same time. The blood arrows slowly condensed into a bowl-sized blood ball in front of Rogge. The mouse's body shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a piece of dry fur covering the skeleton.
Rogge closed his eyes and remained still. The blood ball kept rolling and condensing, slowly turning into a drop of blood. This drop of blood was crystal clear and moist, and finally condensed into a small crystal.
Rogge opened his mouth and sucked in the red crystal. After a long time, there was finally a trace of blush on his pale face.
He tried to concentrate his mental power on the fingers of his right hand, and watched with satisfaction as his right hand was slowly covered with purple-black scales, and long, bright, sharp nails protruded from the fingertips. He grabbed the iron chain that passed through his left hand and pulled hard. The iron chain finally deformed a little.
Although he was sweating from the pain, Rogge still smiled proudly. It seemed that the person who imprisoned him really regarded him as an ordinary magician with no power. Choking, choking, Rogge tried more than ten times and finally broke the chain on his left hand. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
After an hour of work, Rogge finally took off the chains binding his limbs. The collar was much easier to deal with. Rogge used all his strength to twist the copper lock on it. He shook himself and finally stood up.
Rogge was leaning against the wall, quietly closing his eyes and concentrating. At this time, calmness and patience are the most important.
Rapid footsteps sounded in the corridor, Rogge smiled slightly, and he slowly fell down into the dirty water.
"Where is the treasure that I fucked your ancestors? If I don't let you shed a few layers of skin today, you really can't remember who I am!" The jailer's high-pitched curses echoed in the dungeon.
He yelled and cursed through the iron door, but did not open the door and come in. He stood outside the door with a bucket of boiling oil, scooped up a spoonful and poured it over Rogge, cursing: "I'll fry your skin!"
The hot oil turned around in the air, bypassed Rogge, and splashed all over the wall!
Rogge suddenly opened his eyes and smiled at him. The jailer was extremely frightened. Before he could shout, a blood arrow was marked between his eyebrows. He fell to the sky and quickly turned into a mummy. After Rogge swallowed the blood crystal, he said calmly: "It doesn't taste very good." He stood up, and the key carried by the jailer automatically flew into his hand. He immediately took off the jailer's clothes and put them on. After thinking about it, he put his own clothes on the mummy. He pierced the skin of the corpse and poured water from the ground into it. Seeing the body gradually getting fuller, he smiled evilly and turned around to leave the dungeon.
Maybe there was something big going on in the church, or maybe he felt that the dungeon was too safe, but Rogge easily got out of the dungeon.
At a side door, he opened the rusty lock and quietly left the prison.
The sky outside is already full of stars, and the moon has set in the west.
Groups of holy knights patrolled the streets, and the atmosphere was unexpectedly tense. Rogge hid in the darkness, getting closer to his goal little by little. He was very familiar with the terrain around the central square and had already chosen a hiding place.
Rogge came to the back of a small building. He looked up, jumped up lightly, and entered through the window on the second floor. As soon as he landed, he closed the window behind him.
"Who is it?" A voice sounded in the room, and then a strong man in pajamas came out to look at the candlestick. Rogge rushed up to him like a ghost, and before he screamed, he inserted his fingers into his throat.
Another small blood crystal formed. Rogge sneered and thought to himself, if this continues, he might be considered a vampire, right? Although he is sucking life force, his level is much higher than that of vampires.
A pretty young woman walked out of the room again. When she saw the mummy on the ground, she wanted to scream, but Rogge choked her! Rogge sensed that there was still life in the room, so he walked into a nearby bedroom and saw a little girl about ten years old sleeping soundly. The young woman struggled desperately, and Rogge smiled, then stepped forward and mentioned the little girl again.
It was getting brighter, and Roger looked out through the gap in the attic shutters, just in time to take in the entire central square. The little girl lay at his feet, tied tightly.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and the smell of food came up again. Rogge smiled with satisfaction. The panicked young woman placed a plate full of food in front of Rogge and couldn't help begging him to let her daughter go. Rogge said calmly, after today, I will naturally spare you. Now you sit here and don't make any sound. After that, he observed the situation in the entire square again.
A tall stone pillar has been erected in the center of the huge central square, and hundreds of holy knights are busy placing thick rosewood trees under the stone pillar according to certain patterns. A red-robed bishop commanded these knights, and he had to correct any mistake in the placement of the rosewood.
Looking at this towering stone pillar, Rogge's heart ached. This was the first time he saw the stake. Could it be that the church spent so much effort and effort to capture Elesis just to burn her to death
Rogge looked around and found that the entire central square had been arranged into a huge magic circle. There are holy knights stationed at the intersections entering the square, preventing anyone from approaching the square.
A high platform has been built on the west side of the square, and a high chair with scarlet velvet cushions and various ancient jewelry has just been placed on the high platform.
A group of senior light mages slowly walked into the square. They were exuding powerful holy power. The huge magic circle in the square gradually started to operate, and huge magic symbols began to shine one by one. A low hum sounded in the air.
Another group of cardinals entered the square. Their magic power was much more powerful than that of the previous group of mages. Rogge recognized that the leading cardinal was actually Burke. Rays of light continued to pour out from his body and merged into the magic array on the ground. The light was so powerful that it was far away from his peers.
The magic circle started to move at high speed, and the vibrations in the air gradually turned into chants.
A thin, dry old man wearing a high crown entered the square surrounded by many attendants and began to climb up to the high platform. He was so weak that Rogge couldn't believe it. He rested twice just by climbing to a high platform of more than ten meters.
"This is Pope Paul?" Rogge couldn't believe it. But seeing Augustus standing aside, he couldn't help but not believe it.
The Pope sat down on the throne, and the light of the magic circle in the square suddenly lit up. Amid the deafening chants, a huge pillar of light rose into the sky!
The milky white clouds focused crazily towards the light pillar, and thunder began to rumble in the sky. The clouds are gathering more and more, but the clouds are getting brighter and brighter, as if there is a sun hidden in the clouds! Countless points of light began to fall from the sky.
The residents of Lille City took to the streets one after another, and they were happy because two miracles happened in Lille City in a short period of time! Although this time it is far inferior to the scale last time. It's a pity that they were not allowed to approach the square and see the source of the miracle.
A proud figure caught Rogge's eyes, and he almost jumped.
Elesis had put on a black robe and was taken into the square by eight masked clergymen and tied to the stake.
Rogge stared at Elesis and tried his best to suppress his urge to rush out. Among the dozen or so cardinals standing in front of the Pope on the high platform, whoever came down would probably take care of themselves easily. For Elesis, he was not afraid of death, but if he had to die, that would be a different matter.
His nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms, and a stream of blood seeped out from his clenched fists.
The sleepy pope on the high platform was reminded by a cardinal and made a gesture to Augustus. Augustus immediately drew his sword, threw it off the platform, and plunged it deep into the ground. Dozens of light mages filed out, surrounded the burning pillar, and began to cast spells.
A long, loud, and orderly chant sounded, and light smoke began to rise from the thick red sandalwood.
Unless there would be a miracle, Rogge closed his eyes and did not want to look anymore. But haven’t miracles always been controlled by God
"stop!!"
This shout didn't seem loud, but it made the hearts of everyone present jump.
Rogge hurriedly looked towards where the sound came from. On the long street of the square leading directly to the west gate, a man and a horse were galloping towards him!
Ofiloch was covered in dust, and his horse was also covered in scars. He looked at the bound Elesis in the distance, a smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "Eni, don't be afraid! I'm back!" The gentle voice echoed in the ears of everyone in the square. .
Elesis opened her eyes and said softly: "Aoife, you shouldn't have come." Her iceberg-like face completely melted.
Augustus shouted coldly: "Ofiloch! Are you really going to do something blasphemous!? It's too late to turn back now! If you turn back, not only my position, but also the position of the Pope will be lost." Into someone else's hands?"
Ofiloch smiled and didn't answer. Golden flames were igniting all over him, his war gun pointed at the high platform, and his horse galloped!
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