What Ren Jianmo spoke was Mandarin with perfect pronunciation. Under normal circumstances, the fat pastor who had never learned Chinese could not understand it at all.
But to the fat pastor, the unfamiliar language spoken by Ren Jianmo entered his ears and immediately turned into clear sentences, as if someone was directly talking to his soul, with a powerful coercion that was hard to resist, not only He couldn't resist, couldn't lie, and made him feel sincere fear.
The fat priest trembled uncontrollably.
His whole body was dripping with cold sweat, his thighs trembled uncontrollably, and at the same time, there was a surge of heat in his thighs, and then a large pool of smelly liquid soaked the silk nightgown, flowing down his two legs, and soon on his feet A puddle formed on the edge.
Even when he was meeting with His Majesty the Pope, the fat priest had never experienced such a strong pressure that almost suffocated him.
Moreover, he had never felt the approach of death so clearly.
- I will die!
- I will die!
- I will die!
Tears welled up in the fat priest's eyes, blurring his vision.
Between the golden holy light and the hazy mist, the face of the handsome oriental man in front of him was gradually blurred.
—It's the devil!
—He is a devil!
As far as the fat priest's belief is concerned, at this moment he can only think of the most famous fallen angel who betrayed the Holy Lord.
Unexpectedly, Ren Jianmo smiled contemptuously as if he could hear what was going on in his heart.
"Compared to me, you are the devil."
He said sharply.
"Okay, stop wasting everyone's time and answer my question."
If possible, the fat priest would like to roll his eyes and just pass out.
But under the control of "God said there must be light", not only could he not control his body, but even his consciousness was firmly held in Ren Jianmo's hands.
The fat pastor could only tremble and cry while telling the whole story of the Eastern Expedition plan he knew.
Ren Jianmo asked a lot of questions.
Including the identity and arrangement of the generals and commanders of the Holy Court Army, the distribution of troops on each front and the composition of the army, as well as the current political situation in the western continent, the size and scope of the secular power of the Holy Court, and the number and arrangement of the defenders left behind, etc. Wait…
It's a pity that the fat pastor is just a low-level clergyman, and he is a poor scholar and dishonest believer. Apart from superficial information, he doesn't know all the core information.
Ren Jianmo didn't want to waste any more time when he had asked almost all the information that could be squeezed out of the fat priest's mouth.
With a twist of his wrist, the short knife transformed from "All Things Born" changed from backhand to forehand.
- It's over!
The fat pastor's eyes were wide open, tears streaming down his face, he stared at the blade in Ren Jianmo's hand, desperately trying to beg for mercy. However, his throat seemed to be stuck by a hard stone, and he couldn't even utter a word except for the loud guttural sound.
-Do not kill me!
-Do not kill me! Do not kill me!
— Please, don't kill me! Do not kill me!
He could only plead silently in his head.
The fat pastor was the second son of a certain baron's family, and he was regarded as the smartest child in the family. So he entered the local seminary when he was young, graduated five years later, and was assigned to a town in a neighboring country to serve as a pastor.
Once upon a time, he also devoutly believed in his Holy Lord.
But who doesn't like gold coins
During the ten years in charge of the church in the jurisdiction, the fat pastor learned to collect offerings from believers, sell indulgences, set the tax rate of the holy court without permission, and embezzle free people's land.
With the growing influence of the Holy Court on the Western Continent, even the royal families of various countries have to bend their knees under the glory of the Holy Lord, and the money in the hands of the fat priest is like snowballing more and more, and the status is gradually surpassing the local Aristocrats, officials and even mayors are honored for a year better than a year.
The fat priest has long forgotten the oath he made when he prostrated himself in front of the statue of the Holy Lord, and turned into a dragon entrenched in his territory, yearning for money and power more and more day by day.
At this moment, the holy war call from the Pope was sent to the entire Western Continent. Knights, mercenaries, and even the lord's private soldiers were all included in the call, and most of the clergy from all over the place were also called to the holy court, and were organized Join the army and become a chaplain or priest accompanying the army.
In the beginning, the fat pastor actually didn't want to travel across the ocean to participate in a dangerous war on a strange continent.
But when he actually set foot on the land of Xia Kingdom, he deeply sighed that this place really deserves to be the land of gold flow mentioned by the Holy Lord in the scriptures, with the most fertile soil, the most abundant products, and the greatest wealth in the world .
Jihad is so beautiful.
Whenever the fat pastor held a scripture and a cross and declared to kill the villagers in the name of suppressing heresy, he would deeply and sincerely praise his Holy Lord in his heart.
He was incorporated into the garrison and only needed to stay in the safe rear.
He can execute those heretics who are like pigs and dogs at will, occupy their property, eat delicious food, and enjoy beautiful women.
Here, he is God!
He is omnipotent, the Holy Lord who dominates everything!
…
With tears in his eyes, the fat priest saw a cold light flashing in the hands of the black-haired man whom he regarded as the incarnation of a devil. The blade was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, easily breaking through the barrier of holy light and stabbing at his chest.
In the severe pain, the fat priest's eyes widened.
The sharp object pierced his chest, and the bone-piercing chill was brought into his body by the blade, and then traveled to his limbs and bones with the blood.
Afterwards, Ren Jianmo turned and flicked his wrist, widened the wound enough to kill him quickly, and then gently withdrew back to retract the dagger.
The fat priest watched helplessly as bright red blood gushed out from the gap in his chest, like a fountain of blood, staining everything in his field of vision red.
— So, is this death
The body temperature flowed away with the blood, and at the same time when the vision was gradually shrouded in darkness, the fat priest fell on his back on the bed, dying, as if seeing the daytime scene again.
A chubby two-year-old boy squatted next to his mother's body, he didn't know how to escape, he just raised his head and cried helplessly.
… How did he do it then
… By the way, I frowned in disgust at that time, and pointed in the direction of the pagan kid, and then his attendant stepped forward in two steps, lifted the child upside down, threw it on the ground three times, and then Tore off a small golden longevity lock from the dead boy's neck, and handed it to him respectfully...
The fat priest's vision completely went dark.
…
Ren Jianmo retracted the dagger, turned and left the room.
When he opened the door, his sleeve brushed against the low cabinet by the door, and accidentally knocked something off.
Ren Damei looked down, and saw a long life lock the size of a fingernail lying on the floor, lit by a flickering candle, and a bright golden light flashed for an instant.
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Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo killed for an entire hour and a half, and finally cleaned up the entire camp before dawn.
Dong Jing, Uncle Zhong and Zhu Zi, who had been hiding outside the camp, waited anxiously while holding binoculars and staring in the direction of the garrison camp for a moment.
At first they were worried.
Although the three of them know that Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo are very strong, after all, there are only two of them, and sneaking into the camp is equivalent to one enemy against a hundred. If the enemy is alarmed, they will immediately be surrounded by dozens of times their own .
Moreover, on the way to escape, the master and servant of the Dong family had seen the inhuman methods of the Holy Court Army, and they were really afraid that the two of them would leave without returning if they were a little careless.
However, after the uneasy first hour passed, the three of them became calm when they saw that the military camp was still as calm as before.
So far, most of the people who should be killed have been killed, but the camp has not been bombed, which shows that Ji Xuan and Ren Jianmo are indeed more powerful than they guessed, so they can clean up quietly without disturbing anyone.
After another quarter of an hour, Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo opened the main gate of the camp fence and walked out.
Master and servant of the Dong family: "!!"
Second Young Master Dong stood up "shua", jumped out from behind the bushes where he was hiding, and greeted them.
"You, you..."
He stuttered, glanced at the barracks behind the two of them, swallowed his saliva, and continued:
"You killed them all...?"
"Ok."
Ji Thrush nodded, and calmly answered his question in a single-syllable word, understating it so lightly that it didn't look like they had cleared a military camp with two hundred people just now.
Dong Jing: "..."
He sniffed vigorously, not knowing if it was a psychological effect, the second young master of the Dong family seemed to smell a bloody smell mixed in the air.
"It's almost dawn."
Ji Thrush raised his chin towards the east:
"Let's continue on our way."
Dong's master and servant nodded repeatedly.
For some reason, at this moment, Dong Jing even had an inexplicable illusion, as if the Ksitigarbha King descended on the two of them at this moment, making both Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo feel a kind of cruelty but compassion The imposing manner, as if the real incarnation became the bodhisattva who vowed not to become a Buddha if the hell is not empty.
It was still ten minutes to six o'clock, and the sun had just risen.
The red morning sun can pass over the height of the hills to the east, coating the continuous mountain lines with a golden red border.
In the next second, a large group of black crows flapped their wings and flew up against the rising sun.
The scene of the crows dancing wildly at dawn was so abnormal that it immediately attracted everyone's attention.
These crows were bigger than the thrushes had seen before, so they should be ravens.
There were thirty to forty ravens in this group, they flew over a hill in the east at an extremely fast speed, and came straight towards the direction of Ji Thrush and his party. While flying, they opened their mouths , making a hoarse cry that was almost hysterical.
Almost in an instant, the group of crows flew above their heads, stopped moving forward, but lingered at a height of 20 to 30 meters, circling in circles and shouting loudly.
"Oops, this is coming for us!"
The second young master of the Dong family gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:
"It's a chaser!"