quicksilver blood

Chapter 297
With the disappearance of the vision in the sky, the dozens of streams of light and Tyre's incarnation also disappeared at the same time.

However, this does not mean that the catastrophe of the wizards is over.

After the gods personally shot and killed the wizards to pieces, the protagonists of this war-the Templars finally made their debut.

Unlike those wizards with disheveled clothes and wounds all over their bodies, the Templars wore armor with magical powers, silver daggers hanging from their waists, and sharp spears that shone with cold light in their hands. A large holy emblem is painted on the back.

They laughed loudly, shouted and advanced quickly in the city, killing all the enemies that stood in front of them.

Behead them with swords, sear them with flames, smash them to a pulp with mighty fists of steel.

There are no innocents in a wizard's city.Just living here is a sin.

"Go to hell!"

"Heretics! There is no pardon for your crime!"

They shouted loudly, their tone full of joy.

The Templars are the sword of God, the shield of God, and the embodiment of divine power.Unlike military priests such as apologists, Templars don't have to abide by those weird rules, and they don't even need to pray, and they can still receive a lot of money every month.

The meaning of their existence is to kill heretics, and the value of their existence is to kill for God.

After all, this is an age without demons—they only have humans to kill.

But of all the fights in the past, none was more enjoyable.They don't even need to detect whether the other party is evil or not, and they don't need to judge the degree of injury to be caused to the other party - the gods have already ordered that the wizard will be removed from the human race.

Wizards would enjoy no legal protection, and killing a wizard was a lesser crime than hunting a lord's hare.At the same time, their heads can be exchanged for great achievements or actual money.

I repeat, it doesn't get any better than this.

The heretics everywhere have lost their ability to fight under the miracle, and all they have to do is make up for the knife.The few wizards who can still resist will be completely overwhelmed by the Templars who are several times or even ten times their number.

The spear in the hands of a young Templar was already heavy with four corpses on it.Just as he was leaning against the wall and thinking about how to get the corpse off the spear, he suddenly heard a faint gasp coming from his side.

At his feet, a white and slender left hand struggled out from the collapsed ruins.Stepping on his metal boots, he walked over and asked kindly, "Do you need help?"

"Aum, thank you so much!"

A sweet and weak girl's voice came from under the ruins: "I've been crushed by this damn stone for hours... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Without hesitation, the Templar took out the silver sword at his waist and nailed the girl's left hand to the ground, then he easily lifted the stone and let the moonlight shine in. .

"First... sir?"

"I'm here, miss," the young templar showed a satisfied and happy smile after seeing the girl's appearance, "You should thank your god Aum well, that guy made my spear temporarily useless Fayong... but fortunately, I still have a long spear here that can pierce you."

And not far from here, a Templar knight who was over half a century old got into a ruin with a nervous expression - he could recognize that this place seemed to be a warehouse or something.

He carefully picked out relatively intact things.He didn't smash it all with a heavy spear like his younger and aggressive colleagues.

He knows very well that these things can be sold for a lot of money outside the White Tower.He is very clear.The White Tower is about to be destroyed, and the prices of these things will only increase and not decrease.

His second daughter is about to get married, and his fourth child is about to be born.He also needs to hire a new tutor, and send some money to Father Gartleyka, let him take care of his little Tom in the seminary, and buy armor, a long sword and a pony for him ...which again is not a small expense.Those pitiful allowances alone are not enough to maintain the life of his knight lord.

But he also knew that his behavior at this time was undoubtedly not allowed by discipline.In case of being found out, it is very likely that the skin on his body will be stripped off - that would be miserable.

Just as he was frantically picking out some bottles and jars that he didn't understand, maybe because he accidentally shattered a crystal too loudly, an old wizard with a head full of blood whimpered not far away. wake up.The old wizard couldn't help being horrified when he saw the middle-aged templar, but because his throat was filled with blood, he failed to cast spells three times in a row.

Only then did the Templar react.Because of the lack of space, he couldn't stand up or draw his sword, so he just knelt on the ground like a dog and ran over, grabbed the old wizard's throat with his thick hands that took off his steel gloves, and covered him. Q.

But he immediately felt the old wizard's body tense and began to struggle, and that old body was much stronger than he imagined.

He had no choice but to use his body to hold down the old wizard's lungs, fumbled around with a crystal bottle and stuffed it into the old wizard's mouth to prevent him from yelling, and then freed up one hand, punching and punching Hit him on the temple, until the old wizard's resistance gradually weakened, he broke the old wizard's neck with rough benzene.

The middle-aged Templar was panting heavily and nervously, careful not to make any movement so as not to call his colleagues over.After his breathing calmed down slightly, he used the cloth torn from the old wizard's robe as a burden, wrapped the relatively complete things in several layers, and then hid them in the cracks of the armor.

Things like this are happening everywhere in the White Tower.The noble wizards of the past are now worse than the cheapest livestock, and the remaining books and experimental records are burned, and only a few things survive-most of which are various potions.

In the inner ring, a girl in a black robe appeared in the ruins of the second tower at some point, but no one could see her.

Under her body is a huge coffin.In an area around the coffin, miraculously, no dust remained, thus leaving a clean area.

The girl's too long bangs covered half of her face, and her long black hair hung from the huge coffin more than two meters high to the clean ground.Her legs were gracefully crossed, her left leg was on top of her right leg, and she sat on a huge obsidian coffin like this, watching everything that happened in the White Tower indifferently through the wall.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly lost interest, lowered her head, and stared intently at the coffin.

She stroked the obsidian coffin with her hands, stroked it back and forth a few times, and then put her hands directly through the coffin lid, and gently covered the cheeks of the deceased who was soaked in mercury.

"I saw it... I saw it, and I was really happy."

She whispered, her soft voice echoing in the deserted basement.

"Come back then, my boy."

"As you wish, my mentor."

A muffled sound came from the coffin soaked in mercury.

(End of this chapter)