The screeching, a screeching sound that could penetrate almost anyone's eardrums, spread out across the room, centered on Sheyer.
Before turning on the audio, Scheyer listened to the intimate reminder from the fire passer, and directly adjusted the external volume of the magic net to the maximum.
At this moment, the "Onomatopoeia" inscription attached to the magic net absorbed Sheier's magic power and completely released the audio.
The wailing of the banshee
The moment Sheier heard the first wave of voices, he understood where the harsh voice came from.
Only those banshees who have turned into undead can make such a terrifying sound.
The "golden finger" given to her by the fire passer quickly worked, and the cataclysmic wailing made the tentacles that bound Sheier's left wrist disappear instantly.
The first thing she did when she regained control of her left hand was to hold her ear.
it works! And the effect is outstanding!
The Spirit of Frost had stopped attacking, and Sheil saw the eight generals in the hall who were disguised as judges and fell to the ground with their heads covered.
There were extremely painful expressions on their faces, and the originally transformed appearance could not be maintained. With the gray mist, it became their original posture.
"No, that's not what I should have heard."
Among them, three judges have lost control and directly found a sharp dagger and pierced their eardrums, but it seemed to have no effect at all.
They still covered their foreheads and fell to the ground, their expressions gradually becoming distorted.
Although the wailing of the banshee is dangerous, the damage caused by humans in a short period of time cannot be so great.
Maybe these guys aren't human.
Sheier didn't want to think so much anymore, her heart was already filled with anger, whether it was the prince of the Land of Frost or her personal position.
What the Holy Land has done has reached the point where Sheil cannot forgive.
Anger made Sheiel directly raise the long sword in his hand, piercing the chest of a judge closest to her.
Blood spurted out of the judge's chest and stained on Sheier's blade.
After Sheyer pulled out the blade, the blue inscription surrounded her, and a large number of ice picks emerged in mid-air, stabbing another judge suddenly.
The Inquisitors, affected by the Banshee's wailing, also fell into a frenzy, but their resistance was completely incoherent, like the angry attack of a beast on the verge of death.
At the price of being scratched by the long sword on his left arm holding the sword, Sheier and the Spirit of Frost killed all the other five judges.
A large amount of blood splattered on the walls of the hall to form a terrifying picture, and Sheier's blade was pulled out from the chest of the seventh living judge again.
Hot blood was pumped from the fallen corpse and began to spread on the ground.
The eighth one is the judge disguised as Marshal Amter. He can still maintain the appearance of Marshal Amter. Since he is closest to the door, he is preparing to escape from here.
But the blood flowing on the ground turned into a deadly trap. When he stepped on the pool of blood, frost spread from the soles of his feet, and when the other party came back to his senses, it had become an ice sculpture.
And Sheier stepped on the corpse and slowly walked towards the priest who ran to the corner.
"Devil... you devil!" The priest looked at the blood-stained prince in horror.
"Your adjective is wrong." A large number of magical inscriptions appeared around Sheier again, and the temperature in the entire hall dropped again. "You should say, you despicable missionary."
Sheiel didn't give the other party too many opportunities to refute, and directly cast the magic of the Frost System to turn the priest into another ice sculpture.
After all this was done, Sheil took a few steps back, and his whole body lost all strength and fell to the ground.
The prince of the Land of Frost looked around.
The meeting hall of the fortress has long been covered with blood, and the strong smell of blood can be smelled from the walls and the ground.
This should have been the scene after the Kingdom of Frost was breached.
What should I do? This question appeared in Sheil's mind.
Those eight generals are equivalent to the rulers of the highest level of the fortress. Even if they have been replaced by the judges, the other generals of the fortress may have already died.
The entire fortress has long been ruled by the Holy Kingdom.
What's even worse is the country of Frostland. Sheil doesn't know how many great nobles of the Country of Frost have been replaced by those guys. What's even worse is that maybe even the king...
Everyone she knew in the Land of Frost no longer seemed to be trusted.
This thought rose in Sheier's heart, and just when the cold and helpless sense of despair invaded Sheier's heart, she suddenly saw the latest news from the person who spread the fire on the text message.
At this moment, Sheyle was so happy that she was about to cry. She didn't understand where this emotion came from. It was like walking in a blizzard that ran out of ammunition and exhausted her physical strength, and saw a light in the distance. the light of torches.
Sheier immediately clicked on the text message of the person who spread the fire.
"How did your friends react? Do they trust you?"
This news made Sheier not happy at all. Her left hand was injured. Even if the blood was temporarily stopped by freezing, she still couldn't move.
Sheier raised his right hand and gave the Fire Passer a reply.
"No, all my friends are judges in disguise..."
After she sent the message, she added an owl hugging her head and crying.
"… "
The person who spread the fire first replied with an ellipsis, and then replied with an expression of stroking the owl's forehead.
Shearer had never seen this emoji in the meme labeled "Owl."
"Maybe you can go and make some new friends."
"What if those new friends are also likely to be Inquisitors in disguise?" Shear asked.
"Uh... My words will kill them all. If I find one, I will kill one until all the judges disappear, or the kingdom of the holy religion is destroyed."
Sheier read the new message from the fire passer, and felt something throbbing in his heart.
She doesn't want to provoke a war with the Kingdom of the Holy Religion, but this time the Kingdom of the Holy Religion has really done something wrong. She will never allow those judges to appear on the land of the Kingdom of Frost again.
It can't be tolerated either... Since the guys in the kingdom of the holy religion don't know how to restrain themselves, the prince of the kingdom of frost must teach them a lesson in blood, instead of staying here alone and falling into despair.
"His Royal Highness Prince!"
At this moment, a voice came from outside the door. A strong man with a height of two meters pushed open the door. He was slightly shocked when he saw the scene in the conference room, but he smiled in surprise when he saw Sheier sitting in the hall.
"Marshal Amt? No..." Sheier played the "Goldfinger" sent by the fire passer again.
The other party just felt that the voice was very ugly, and after showing no symptoms of madness, Scheyer completely relaxed, this is the real Marshal Amter! He is not dead!
"His Royal Highness, I'm here to warn you that someone has betrayed in the fortress, and there may be demon spies in the fortress! I was imprisoned in the dungeon by a group of guys while I was resting, but they underestimated the physique of our southerners. "
Marshal Amter walked into the hall, looked at the meeting hall full of blood, and glanced at the ice sculpture not far away, an ice sculpture that looked exactly like himself.
"Marshal Amter, I regret to tell you that it wasn't the Demon Race that threw you into the dungeon, but the Holy Kingdom."
Sheier stood up and walked slowly to the position where the president of the fortress was supposed to sit. After a moment of silence, he sat there.
"Our country is not only threatened by demons, but also from the kingdom of holy religion."
"Land of the Holy Religion?"
Marshal Armt seemed to have seen something unusual from the statue and the corpse on the ground.
"Maybe, it's not the demons outside the fortress that we should really clean up now." Sheier clenched the hilt of the long sword in his hand, and his cheeks stained with blood were as cold as frost. "And The traitors in the country from the Holy Land."