Under the world, another six hundred court mages from the Gallic Empire were floating in the air on golden wheels shaped like wheels. wWw.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.CoMBeside each mage, there are three warriors wearing light armor. One of them is holding a sniper crossbow, one is holding a heavy sword and a light shield, and the other is holding a heavy tower shield, ready to protect those around him at any time. mage.
These golden wheels are magic flywheels invented by human magicians. As long as they are controlled by a mage, these flywheels can fly high into the sky with the help of the inlaid magic gems. The six hundred flywheels in front of me are more than six meters in diameter, and each flywheel is a flying combat platform.
Except for these high-ranking court mages, every high tower in the imperial capital is occupied by fully armed warriors. These warriors are all equipped with sniper crossbows. There are thousands of sniper crossbows on hundreds of high towers in the imperial capital. Even dozens of them are equipped with them. If the famous knights of heaven jointly attack, they will all be shot into sieves by sniper crossbows.
On the roof under the tower, large groups of soldiers wearing light armor were parading around with bows and arrows in hand. Those houses with flat roofs were okay, those with tiled roofs and sloping roofs had countless tiles broken by these soldiers, but the owners of the houses did not dare to raise any questions.
Large groups of wolf-like copper hats, dragoons and palace guards shuttled through the streets and alleys. Any unlucky guy who acted sneakily, didn't look very decent, didn't look like a good person, or smelled like a thief. Whenever they found him, he would be knocked to the ground with a stick and dragged directly into the prison cell of the police station where he would be tortured. Ask about the murder that just happened in front of the Fifth University.
A bloody case, indeed a bloody case!
On the street in front of the Fifth University, blood was sprinkled all over the floor. There was blood everywhere. The walls, roofs, and ground were covered with thick blood clots everywhere within sight. The blood spread along the street, part of it flowed into the sewer, and part of it flowed hundreds of meters along the street. There are several small alleys with poor drainage and their terrain is relatively low. Blood flowed out into several streets along these alleys, frightening the serious citizens on those streets into chaos.
The strong smell of blood filled the air. Standing in front of the Fifth University, St. Louis XIII felt as if he was soaked in a pool of blood, and every pore in his body was filled with a greasy feeling. This terrible smell reminded him of the end of the Hundred Years' War between the Mainland and Islands. Those foreign armies madly attacked the interior of the Gallic Empire and fought bloody battles.
At that time, a battle would often result in more than 100,000 casualties on both sides. On such a battlefield, Saint Louis XIII had smelled such a strong smell of blood. But now he is old. The empire has been at peace for thirty years. The old emperor has not even killed a chicken for many years. This strong smell of blood reminds him of many unpleasant things.
So the emperor's face was ugly. He stood at the gate of the Fifth University with his hands behind his back. He squinted at the meat patties stuck together on the ground.
The internal organs, bones, flesh and blood are all stuck together. Some of the meatloaf can barely be seen as human-shaped, but there are still some meatloaf... How to describe it? It's like the dumpling stuffing has been hit hard with a big hammer, and you can't even tell what it is!
In particular, the ground was sprinkled with powders such as lime, chili pepper, and pepper, and a boiling oil pan poured an unknown amount of boiling oil on it. This bloody battlefield was filled with black pepper steaks. Taste - "Damn it, it's still mature!"
The emperor cursed in his belly. I took out a handkerchief and covered my nose. The smell of this steak will give people nightmares! He had eaten and drank well recently, and hooked up with a few cute and innocent little girls in the Nancheng business district. He was in a great mood, and he didn't want to let such unappetizing things ruin his mood. . …,
What's even more unbearable is that on this bloody battlefield. There are also countless amounts of yellow soup and green water piled up!
At least hundreds of dung buckets were smashed into the battlefield. These dung buckets not only effectively weakened the combat effectiveness of the disciplinary knights, but also made the battlefield smoky and smelly. No battlefield in the world has such a terrible smell. This is simply a cesspool. Rather than a battlefield of killing.
The emperor had the urge to draw his sword and kill people, and his hand was on the hilt of the sword. But after frowning and taking a careful breath, the emperor forcibly suppressed this impulse. He forced a smile and turned to look at the tall, thin old man standing next to him.
Tall and thin, half a head taller than the emperor, but his shoulders are two inches narrower than the emperor. This old man has a handsome appearance, but his figure is too thin, as if he would fly away if the wind blows. He was wrapped in a red robe of swan gold velvet, and around his neck hung a golden chain. On the chain hung the emblem of the God of Punishment with a sword and scales.
The red robe, golden coat of arms, the triple crown worn on the old man's head, and the red gem the size of a baby's fist inlaid on the top of the triple crown, all showed the noble status of the old man.
The presiding chapel of the Holy Glory Cathedral, the cardinal red-robed Archbishop assigned by the Church to the Gallic Empire, is in charge of all the powers of the Archdiocese of the Gallic Empire. This skinny old man is the highest representative of the Church in the Gallic Empire. The agent through whom the will of the gods, especially the god of punishment, was carried out in the Gallic Empire.
Cardinal Red-robed Archbishop Tulu, a great magician at the pinnacle of heaven, was the only person in the Gallic Empire who could be on an equal footing with the emperor.
It's just that the emperor has secular imperial power, while Tulu has supreme divine power.
The emperor looked at the expressionless Tulu with a smile, and snorted with a smile: "You think, how should we solve this matter?"
The emperor's heart was filled with evil fire, but there was also a hint of unexplainable pleasure. If your church wants to arrest people, arrest them, and if you want to kill, kill them. The Inquisition's Inquisition has even replaced the functions of the Empire's local courts. Every time the Punishment Knights are dispatched, they don't give the Empire any face at all.
It's okay this time. You came to the Fifth University to arrest people again. It's okay this time. You suffered such a big loss. The emperor was really happy.
But it goes without saying that the place was in such a mess and the emperor was so angry. The University City was built by the emperor using war aid funds from various continental countries. It is the top priority of the empire, the source of power for the future development of the empire, and the hope for the future of the empire.
It’s okay if you teach people to arrest people here. I can pretend that I don’t know about this. If you arrest people and take them away, then I can treat them as if they are burned, boiled, stewed, roasted or minced to make dumplings. Don't know about this!
But you sent out two thousand disciplinary knights with great fanfare - these are all the disciplinary knights of the Holy Glory Cathedral! In addition, more than a thousand priests came to arrest a person, and actually started a fight with him! Just fight one fight, and you actually broke so many things in the university town!
Look at the two big pits in front of the Fifth University, look at the smashed courtyard walls, and look at the uprooted landscape trees on this street. This street has almost been destroyed! Even during the Hundred Years' War between the Mainland and the Islands, the aliens from the Five Dalian Islands were not able to break into Bureleli. What a good day, this place was destroyed by you!
The emperor let out a breath of resentment and sneered at Tulu: "The church should give me an explanation!"
Tulu turned his face and glanced at the emperor, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "The church will give you an explanation? Then who will give me an explanation? Eight hundred and ninety-five warriors who were extremely loyal to God were murdered. Six hundred and forty-three of the most pious priests were shamelessly murdered! The Gallic Empire must give me an explanation!"…,
A group of terrifying purple-gold divine power ripples spread out from Tulu's body, and the emperor who was caught off guard staggered back several steps. The emperor stepped on an unclean object that fell from the dung bucket. Feeling the greasy feeling on the bottom of his feet, the emperor's eyes turned red!
Pressing his trembling hand on the hilt of the sword, the emperor roared angrily: "Tulu, what do you want me to tell you from the Gallic Empire?"
Tulu looked at the furious emperor with cold eyes, his face unchanged at all: "For the death of more than a thousand loyal clergy, the Gallic Empire must give me an explanation. Why did this happen in the capital of the Gallic Empire? What happened? Why do some people dare to attack clergy in the core area of the Gallic Empire’s imperial capital? Is the Gallic Empire a den of pagans? Does the Gallic Empire intend to challenge the glory of the gods? "
The huge hat was slapped on his head, and the emperor was so angry that he was trembling all over, but he was speechless.
He stared at Tulu, and after a long time he gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want me to explain?"
Tulu stared at the emperor coldly, and said in a deep voice: "First, for the deceased clergy, their pensions will be borne by the Gallic Empire. Second, for the injured clergy, all their expenses will be borne by the Gallic Empire. .Third, Your Majesty must send a letter to the mainland and confess to the church for this murder!"
With a sonorous sound, Stain, who was standing behind the emperor, unsheathed half of his long sword.
But the emperor put his hand on Stann's hand and forced him to put the sword back.
With a sneer, the emperor stared at Tulu: "Oh? What else?"
Tulu narrowed his eyes: "The Gallic Empire must do its best to help us hunt down the culprit and capture Lin Qi alive!"
Stan was furious, and he finally couldn't help but jump up: "Lin Qi? A student from the Fifth University, what crime does he have?"
Tulu gave Stan a cold look and said lightly: "The secret medicine master he serves is a sinner of the Gods of God! He is the descendant of the Gods of God, so he must be arrested and brought to justice!"
Stan was about to jump, but the Emperor had already held him down.
The emperor's heart broke out in a cold sweat. The secret medicine master Lin Qi served was the successor of the God's Enlightenment. Which bastard leaked this news? If the emperor found him, he would chop his whole family into dumpling fillings, mix them with lime, chili powder and pepper, fry them in boiling oil and feed them to the dogs!
Bastard!