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The granite steps of the Temple of the Eternal Winter Palace have been stained red with blood, and the sweet and fishy smell in the air is a bit pungent.
There were many corpses lying on the ground, including those of the God's Punishment Army, some believers, some of their own people, and some sand people of the Mojin ethnic group. They died in various forms, most of which had burn marks on their bodies, with shattered limbs and internal organs everywhere. Farien knew that it was the impact and burning of the strong snow powder.
Every time he stepped up a step, he felt a sticky feeling under his feet. The will of the church judge army and believers to fight can be described as madness. In the face of many slaves strengthened by drugs, they still did not retreat. They used their flesh as a shield to entangle the enemy, just to get a fatal blow for their companions. Although the chance pill can make people full of strength and not afraid of pain, the heart, neck and head are still the key points, and Her Majesty does not have extra armor to arm these cheap slaves.
If it weren't for the snow powder, the battle situation might be really hard to say.
But we won... Farien's heart is burning like fire, we won after all! The flag of the Queen of Clear Water has been fluttering at the top of the city, and the most defensive stronghold of the Church has not been able to resist this wave of attacks. In this way, the Black Sail Fleet got rid of the dead end of being besieged in the corner of Greycastle, and did not have to be exhausted in the endless war of attrition with Tifeko.
The hall of the temple was also in a mess. The ground was full of shattered glass fragments and bloodstains, but he didn't care about it. He went straight to the high-spirited woman standing in the center of the hall, and knelt down on one knee. Go down, "Your Majesty, the four city gates have all fallen into the hands of Hei Fan, and the Yongdong King is yours."
"It's hard work, get up." Garcia put her hand in front of him.
Farien gently held the Queen's hand, gave a symbolic kiss on the back of the finger, and then stood up to the other side.
"Strange etiquette," Kabara said suddenly, "you didn't touch her hand at all, why do you look like this?"
The question was so abrupt that he couldn't help frowning, but the other party was the patriarch of the Sandstone Clan, so he didn't want to reprimand her for being rude in public, so he said coldly, "This is a common etiquette among nobles, which represents courtesy and respect. , it is rude to encounter it, and it is normal for you as a sandman to not understand."
"Really?" She raised her brows and pointed to her neck, "Obviously they are allies fighting together, and just after the battle is over, you have to put this kind of thing on me. The courtesy and respect of the mainlanders really makes me happy. People are confused."
Kabara's neck was surrounded by a ring of iron bars, with a bulge in the middle, which looked like an ornament at first glance, but Farien knew that there was a stone of punishment wrapped in it. Except for the special key, it is difficult to unlock the iron bars by other means, and the key is in the hands of Garcia. The opponent is a witch, so you must be cautious, but she does contribute a lot in battle. Without her command, those slaves with strong snow powder would not dare to rush to the strict line of defense formed by the believers. He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to respond.
"Okay, don't argue about such trivial matters," Garcia interrupted, "don't forget that our purpose here is compared to the vast land of survival, can't you even bear a single stone?"
"I just said it casually," Kabara shrugged, "I hope you will keep your promise."
"Of course, this is the basis of our cooperation," the Queen smiled slightly.
"What should Black Sail do next?" Farien asked.
"We'll talk about the next plan later. Now let's watch a good show." Garcia clapped her hands and instructed the guards, "Bring her up."
After a while, two armored guards walked into the temple with a woman with her hands tied behind her back.
She was about thirty years old, with an ordinary appearance, brown hair scattered on both sides of her cheeks, and she was wearing a golden church robe. This kind of exquisite workmanship and materials are usually only worn by the bishops of Hermes. At this moment, the gorgeous robes have been damaged in several places, and there are blood stains around them.
"This person is... the bishop?"
"That's right," Queen Bishui raised her lips, "I have already confirmed with the local nobles that she is one of the three major bishops of the church, Lord Heather." She turned her eyes to the other side, "Well, I am right. ?"
"..." Heather didn't answer, but Farien could see the deep sarcasm and disdain in her eyes.
Obviously, Garcia also felt this, she chuckled twice, "I also don't think you will surrender, so out of kindness, I will bring you to the temple, where I will send you back to the kingdom of God. You can slowly beg the gods for redemption, or you can beg me for forgiveness. I will cut off your fingers, limbs and facial features little by little, so that you can fully experience the pain and helplessness of the residents of Bishui Harbor.”
"Then what?" the bishop said unexpectedly, "I was crushed to powder by the army of the church? Or do you plan to drift on the sea for the rest of your life and never land?"
"You don't need to worry about this," Garcia motioned for his personal guards to start. "In contrast, the church's army is now attacking Wolf Heart City. Hermes is like an undefended city, which is more important than my destiny. It is much more important. I may not be able to set foot on the land of the new holy city, but it is still possible to raze the old holy city under the plateau. Easy to ignite and hard to put out. I took a whole boat with me this time."
The guard pulled out the dagger, approached the bishop who was pinned to the ground, and cut off two of her fingers cleanly.
Heather gritted her teeth and didn't let out a pained cry.
The Queen of Clear Water stepped on the main stairs of the hall and sat on the large throne, supporting her chin with her right hand, showing a very interested expression.
… Three fingers again, the opponent's left hand has now become a bare fleshy palm, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Heather's forehead.
"Do you have to do this?" Kabara shook her head. "If it wasn't to frighten the enemy or torture intelligence, such pure torture would be unnecessary."
"It's unnecessary?" Garcia laughed, "you should tell her that, do you know how the witches who fall into the church's hands will be treated by them? I guess you won't be interested to know. of."
"Hahaha..." At this moment, Heather, who lost ten fingers, suddenly laughed, "You don't understand the greatness of the church, nor how important everything the Holy City does. You are always accompanied by ignorance, But he is ignorant of the impending destruction! Hermes will let you see what it means to be a person who is truly against the church with real power. Apart from destruction, there is no second ending!"
"Really..." Garcia raised her legs and smiled, "Then I'll wait and see."
Until the Archbishop died, he did not cry out a single word for mercy. But to Farien's surprise, she did not call out the name of the gods, pinning her hopes on the gods' redemption. In the end, when Heather lost too much blood and was about to lose consciousness, her expression was terrifyingly indifferent, not like she was being punished, but rather like watching a farce that had nothing to do with her. Through those eyes, Farien seemed to see herself A doomed future.
This feeling made him feel inexplicably depressed, almost out of breath.
"Cut off her head and hang it at the door of the church," Garcia ordered after confirming the death of the bishop. Then she looked at Farien, "Then we can talk about the next step."
"Yes, Your Majesty," he suppressed the surging discomfort in his heart, "Are you planning to attack Hermes?"
"Yes, but not the whole army." She spread out a cowhide map that she carried with her, "Only the black sail fleet left a minimum number of sailors and some slaves in the east, and the fleet was guided westward along the river to the old town. Holy City. And we go directly south, cross the border of Eternal Winter, and the destination is Wolf Heart City."
"Wolf...heart?" Farien was stunned.
"I have reached an agreement with Wolf King Wolf," Garcia said bluntly. "If I can help him defeat the Church's attack, he will help me occupy the entire territory of Everwinter. In this way, if the Church does not withdraw its troops, the ship will be destroyed. The strong snow powder and Styx water loaded are enough to make the old holy city fall into a sea of fire. Unlike the new holy city, it is a city without walls, and without enough manpower, it is impossible to stop the attacks of slaves in all directions."
"If they retreat, Wolf Heart City can get a chance to breathe, and the two countries border on each other, and they can join hands to fight against the church in the future!"
"Indeed," the Queen of Clear Water nodded, "and we can also stand on our feet in the eternal winter." (..., Your support is my biggest motivation.)