The Devil’s Cage

Chapter 1795: Bishop Simon took the stage

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On the horse, the old Marquis of Wharton couldn't help showing a smile on his face when he saw the guards belonging to the Temple of War.

Everything is as he expected.

Facing the 'outsiders', the 'Miss Calamity' may not pay attention to them when they have no immediate interests, but that's not the case for the 'God of War' known as 'Iron Blood'.

There is bound to be a reaction.

Even when confronting the 'Miss Calamity', it was the same.

Seeing that the guard team was obviously composed of the elite of the Temple of War, the old Marquis couldn't help but sighed.

He thought of his side.

Except for the Royal Guard, almost no team can reach this level.

As for the soldiers in the Fort Eitantino barracks

Even the strongest one will not be the opponent of the elite warriors of the temple in front of him.

Can't even resist a move.

They were born as civilians, and some things are preordained innately!

No, just no!

No matter how hard you try the day after tomorrow, it won't work!

On the contrary, those private armies of nobles are somewhat worth seeing.

However, except for some sergeants created by weird means, the rest are hard to resist such elites.

However, this is also a good thing.

At least, it's easier to deal with them.

For example…

Subconsciously, the old Marquis glanced at the convoy behind him.

"Originally we were able to stand in the same camp."

"pity… "

"You made the wrong choice."

The old Marquis, who was muttering to himself in his heart, gestured calmly to the surrounding royal guards. Immediately, the royal guards, who were originally guarding Sika and his party, changed sides and marched together.

Everything is done quietly.

But the situation has become completely different.

At this moment, the elite fighters of the Temple of War can face Sika and his party directly, instead of jumping over the royal guards.

Roger, who looked like a bear, was driving the carriage in which the messenger and the baroness were riding.

The young man watched this scene with a sneer in his eyes.

There is no need to panic about things that have been predicted for a long time.

When they set off, they knew what to face.

On the contrary, it was the attitude of the great noble just now that made the young man feel a sense of hypocrisy.

It is different from the former Viscount Sika.

Although the viscount is also a nobleman, he is very pure.

The established rules are also practiced, and there are never exceptions.

But the great noble just now revealed a sense of hypocrisy from the inside out.

This is not the first time that young people have seen this kind of nobility.

In fact, most of the nobles he had seen were like this.

Say one thing, do another thing.

The essence is still to be in a high position and enjoy it non-stop.

Any of their words and actions are to make themselves climb higher and faster.

As for stopping

No.

Desire is a bottomless abyss.

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.

Even more frightening is...

Around the abyss, there are still some inexplicable beings watching you quietly.

Young people don't want to be like that.

So, while silently reciting the title of 'Mist', he lightly knocked on the carriage behind him.

The sound is not loud, but the young man is sure that the messenger must be able to hear it.

leftover

Leave it to the Messenger.

If fighting, he will be the first to charge.

If talking, those brothers and sisters behind the team are more suitable than him.

Now

He just needs to be quiet and ready.

The change in his heart caused a slight change in Roget's breath.

A moment ago he looked like a lazy bear.

At this time, it is ready to go, ready to stand up.

Such a change caught the attention of the old Marquis.

But immediately, the old Marquis shook his head.

In a place as big as Xikaling, it is not inconceivable that there will be a relatively strong young man. On the contrary, it would be strange if there is no one.

"Unfortunately, one person can't change anything at all."

The old Marquis thought so firmly.

And the convoy is getting closer.

Eventually, it stopped.

Sika led a convoy and faced the elite of the Temple of War.

The royal guards had already stepped aside, and the civilians and businessmen who entered and exited the city gate stayed away even more, and some nobles with considerable status on the city wall were eagerly watching.

Cruel expectations appeared on the faces of each of them.

They expect blood to flow.

They expect dead bodies to lie all over the place.

They expect a bloody ball.

Anyway...

They weren't the ones who died, were they

Inside the carriage, the baroness instinctively prayed to that 'fog'.

She didn't know what she could do to help Simon at this time.

So, all that's left is to pray.

After nodding his head with a smile, the upper evil spirit opened the car door and went down.

It showed that warm smile to those who were traveling with it.

It took a step forward and slowly walked towards the elite of the Temple of War.

"Humans are the most contradictory creatures."

"They're cowardly."

"Yet brave."

"They were heroic."

"But killing again."

"They are merciful."

"But brutal."

"They have mercy."

"But selfish."

"They are admirable, but they are lonely and helpless for a long time. They have many advantages and disadvantages, but what is this?"

"They're human."

"They are like this. They need to grow. My Lord is willing to bear everything and watch them grow."

"Simon, bishop of 'Mist', has met all of you in the Temple of War God."

The upper evil spirit raised his hands together in front of his face, stretched out two fingers in one hand, and five fingers in the other hand, and after making up the number seven, he bowed slightly.

This number naturally has meaning.

It has not forgotten the nickname of its own boss: 2567.

Therefore, this etiquette is a metaphor for the nickname of its boss.

As for 6

Everyone saluting represents 6.

After all, the number 6 carries blessings in itself.

This is the knowledge it got from the boss. It always thinks it's amazing that an ordinary number has so many meanings.

What impresses me the most is 'shun'.

6 actually represents a blessing like success, it is difficult to understand, fortunately, it does not need to be understood, it just needs to be remembered.

Just like at this time, it thinks that it is very 6, and the rest of the people just call it 666, and it is about to start its performance.

The first appearance of Bishop Simon of 'The Mist'.

It wants this moment to be remembered like an epic.

Therefore, when faced with the elite fighters of the Temple of War who pulled out their long swords silently, it still smiled, without the slightest panic, let alone retreating a step.

Instead, it took a step forward.

"Killing cannot solve all problems."

It said so.

The voice is soft, but enough for everyone around to hear clearly.

And the warrior of the God of War Temple in front of him glanced at the commander, and after getting acquiescence, he stabbed the long sword in his hand into the chest of the upper evil spirit without hesitation.

puff!

The blade is sharp.

Cuts muscle, bone, like butter.

A sword went straight through, leaving only the hilt.

Behind him, blood sprayed and rolled down the soil.

The civilians and businessmen who have been watching here all exclaimed.

The nobles on the city wall showed a smile.

Started so soon

Very good!

This is the first one!

Soon it will be them!

The nobles on the city wall looked at Sika's convoy, expecting blood to flow into rivers.

Although such a wish was no different from that of the old Marquis, the old Marquis frowned slightly at this time, staring at the upper evil spirit, or to be more precise, the smile of the upper evil spirit.

That kind of smile is absolutely impossible for a dying person.

And the next moment, seeing the superior evil spirit holding the hand of the War God warrior and pulling out the long sword, the old Marquis frowned even tighter.

Is this an ability similar to immortality

As Aitantine's existence at almost the highest level, the old Marquis has seen too many secret arts.

Some are born with it.

Some come with practice.

Others were forged by strange means.

But no matter what it is, it is impossible to lift weights like a high-ranking evil spirit.

Even the rumored secret art of "Turning Shadows to the Moon", which is the most difficult to practice in the "Secret Order of Quiet Night", is difficult to achieve.

This secret technique also takes time.

Are there other mysteries in it

The old Marquis guessed.

Similarly, the young warrior with the sword was also guessing.

As the elite of the Temple of War God, this young warrior has already obtained the rank of deacon, and usually independently carried out the task of sweeping away "evil and strange". Therefore, after experiencing the initial surprise, he quickly calmed down.

Facing the action of the upper evil spirit holding his hand and returning the long sword to him again, the young warrior sneered again and again.

He has seen this method more than once when he was sweeping away the 'evil'.

There can be no panic.

Be calm!

Be calm!

Panic will only make you lose judgment.

And, the fear that comes with it is the worst.

Because, that will make your long sword 'rust' and 'dull'.

Therefore, the moment the upper evil spirit let go of his hand, the young warrior immediately waved the sword in his hand.

puff!

This time, it was no longer a straight stab.

Instead, chop!

A sword head.

The head fell to the ground.

The body also fell to the ground.

call!

The young warrior breathed a sigh of relief.

He has seen undead monsters before, and he knows their weaknesses very well.

The head is the most direct and obvious.

As long as it can be beheaded, basically it can be killed.

Without exception!

With a shake of the long sword in his hand.

After the blood has been shaken away, the young warrior will put his sword back into its sheath.

But the moment he turned the long sword upside down, the target whose body had been separated stood up intact.

His body was covered in blood and stains.

But the smile on the other side's face was still gentle.

Suddenly, there was an uproar around.

Whether it was the surrounding civilians, businessmen, or the nobles on the city wall, they all stared at this scene dumbfounded, and meaningless voices kept coming out of that big mouth.

If it is the first sword, they can still understand that the stab is missed.

But Xiaoshou's second sword, the person who should have died, stood up again, which made them a little incomprehensible.

Some civilians knelt down on the ground trembling.

The merchants summoned guards to stand in front of them.

After the nobles looked at each other in blank dismay, they once again looked at the young warrior who retreated in horror.

As if he noticed the gazes around him, the horror on the young warrior's face quickly turned into shame, and he was annoyed why he had to back away.

Especially, under the gaze of so many people.

What a shame!

The young man's breathing became short and heavy.

He flipped his wrist, and the long sword in his hand slashed out again.

Once again, the high-ranking evil spirit was decapitated.

Moreover, this time, the young man didn't stop after he took his head. He repeatedly swung his sword at the flying head, and then the body that fell to the ground.

After a while, the corpse of the upper evil spirit had already become a pool of flesh and blood.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Continuous and extremely fast sword strikes, even this well-trained young warrior was a bit overwhelmed.

He began to gasp for breath.

The faces of the people who witnessed this scene turned pale.

Some people even retched.

On the contrary, the nobles became excited.

Their faces were rosy, their breathing was rapid, and their hands and feet were trembling, as if they were about to dance at any time.

But immediately, they were like ducks whose necks were strangled. The excitement in their bodies dissipated, leaving only horror.

Because, in a warm white light, the upper evil spirit reappeared.

Not only did it appear, but it was as clean as new.

The dirt on my body before is gone.

All she has is the robes that highlight the holiness in the white radiance, and the gentle expression makes people yearn for it even more.

This is how most people feel.

But it did not include the young soldier who was gasping for breath.

He stared blankly at the superior evil spirit.

Or to be more precise, looking at the gentle expression of the upper evil spirit.

The gentleness has not changed from the beginning to the end.

eyes, smile.

Even when facing him, the person who had almost torn him into pieces, nothing changed, it was as if he was looking at his family, brothers and sisters.

"Are you OK?"

The upper evil spirit asked softly.

This sentence hit the young man's heart like a thunderbolt.

The eyes of the young soldier whose chest was heaving uncontrollably became confused at this moment.

Is the opponent an enemy

Yes.

But why did he treat me tenderly when I hurt him

Is such a person an enemy

Doubts can't help but appear in the bottom of the young man's heart.

"Gino!"

A shout rang in my ears.

The young soldier looked in the direction of the voice. It was his captain, the leader of the trip.

This middle-aged man, who was usually extremely serious, became even more serious at this time, his face looked like a hard rock.

"Sword out!"

The captain of the young man shouted in a low voice.

"team leader… "

"Sword out!"

The young man subconsciously wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the captain.

Suddenly, the young man became overwhelmed.

He didn't know what to do.

And at this time, the high-ranking evil spirit walked in front of the young man, he raised his hand, held the opponent's hand, let the opponent's hand hold the long sword, and then...

skimmed its neck.

puff!

The head fell to the ground again.

The hands holding the young man also softened, and the body fell to the ground again.

The young man was completely stunned.

He looked at the corpse in front of him, and the hand holding the long sword couldn't help trembling.

clang.

The long sword fell to the ground.