I Am Louis XIV

In such chaos, it is impossible for those mobs who have not received any training and will not obey orders to understand or understand what happened. Of course, the threat of the Black Death to them is greater than that of arrows. The menace of arrows and swords, but the monster that should only appear in the intimidation of priests is greater than the threat of the Black Death, just like some strong bandits who are not afraid of sharp blades, but because of a drooling mouth It's just that in the dark corridor, the people behind can't see what happened in front at all, all the people are crowded inside, the torches also fall to the ground and then go out, those monsters are even stronger in the dark It was eating happily——then suddenly there was a burst of silvery white light, people cheered with weeping, and a monk came out proudly, holding a long arrow like a big cross, on which not only the black and smelly smell of a monster The stains also contained the bright red blood of human beings—after all, in such a crowded place, it was impossible to avoid innocent people from beheading demons.

But at this time, no one cares whether the monks also hurt the pious believers. After all, according to the church, all people who suffered from the Black Death are guilty of sin, and the survivors will only be thankful that they did not fall. People under the sword, they desperately retreated to both sides of the corridor to make way for the monks—"Look," General Schumberger in the main building of the castle couldn't help saying, "Even I am surprised... …Deliberately casting the plague, this is something that even the demons in hell cannot do, and even if they are in high positions, they are still mortals, don’t they fear the blow that will fall on their heads at any time?”

"You can't say that," Amon said with a smile: "The rotten bracelet was originally one of the thirteen holy artifacts of the blood race. It would be nonsense to say that the devil in hell hadn't used it, but it was really It is used to attack those believers, shake their confidence or take their lives. At least as far as I know, Nofiler, who was in charge of it, has used it several times to threaten the church or attack other clans— —Ah, don’t look at me like that, it’s mainly because the secret party is very concerned about this. Although we can hunt as we like in the plague-spreading cities, human beings are like cattle and sheep to human beings. Of course we regard human beings as Food is regarded as a toy, but we also care about the fruits in the pasture area, hoping that they will grow fat, and the plague that will cause a large number of deaths is not our usual method.”

General Schaumberg paused, he didn't expect this blood race to speak so frankly... these crazy things, his throat twitched uncomfortably, in fact, as a Protestant, he had a great deal of respect for the Church His vision was not as good as those church lambs, but it was beyond his imagination to discuss things peacefully in a small room with one, no, many vampires.

The Duke of Orleans was silent, his face frosty, and he still held a trace of expectation before he became angry-after all, he did not have another soul, just like Queen Mother Anne, he was a devout man, and now whether it was his prince brother , or the Church of Rome had exposed too much to him—it was just that even if he didn't want to believe it, the appearance of a monk who could defeat monsters was already conclusive evidence.

Everyone knows that when the Black Death was spreading, all the priests and bishops of the church could and could do for the people was to hold a mass of repentance and prayer. But people will inevitably fall at the feet of the church when the crisis comes—the priests of the church often say that only pain and danger can strengthen a person's faith. This is not just for those ascetic monks, so in In history, when famines, plagues and wars prevailed, the power of the church would also become stronger, which is an indisputable fact.

But in terms of dealing with and containing the plague, I mean, the more practical parts, like finding the sick, locking down houses, burning and discarding corpses, etc., are presided over by the king's officials, Dr. Beak Executed by hired civilians, priests and gentlemen will never appear in places that may bring them danger, unless they have other plans. Before, the Duke has heard that there are priests among the refugees. The point is already suspicious enough, and now there are still monks and knights with extraordinary power here-it can only be said that the church also thought of it, and King Louis XIV would use those dark powers for the Duke of Orleans.

"Can you keep them all here?" The Duke of Orleans looked down from the window, the monks had already stepped out of the corridor, the holy white light kept lighting up in the darkness, and the mob followed them as if The youtai people watching Moses, their emotions were stirred up again, even more enthusiastic than before—"Six monks," Amon said: "Twelve knights, the Roman Church is quite generous this time," because The relationship between the monks of the Inquisition and the Church of Rome has never been so harmonious, so the Church of Rome has always been stingy with the extraordinary power in its hands, "But they probably know Theoderic, but they don't know that I will also be here." The prince of Zmich continued, indeed, his relationship with the king still stays with the Prince of Condé in most people’s minds——Prince Concey was able to set off the second Fronde riot, and with this prince he reconciled him. Several other heartfelt servants brought out the great ties of the Château de Vincennes.

"So," Amon slowly lowered the curtain that had been raised with a gap: "Half you, half me?"

Theodric glanced at him, "I don't know if I should believe you or not."

"You should believe me, Theo," Amon said, "I like little Louis very much. If he loses his most beloved brother, he will be very sad."

"Then don't play games," Theoderic said slowly.

Amon let out a hoarse laugh. When he pulled out a doll from under the cloak, none of the humans present could react—the colorfully decorated, clown-like doll fell directly on the Duke of Orleans and then bit his neck violently. When Schumberger suddenly pulled out the short spear, it had completed its mission and fell back to its master. With a spell, its body lengthened suddenly, The color changed, and he became the second Duke of Orleans in full view.

The real Duke of Orleans pressed the wound on his neck and looked at the non-existent mirror. The "Duke of Orleans" smiled at him, showing his sharp teeth. The heart of the former was beating violently. When Brother Wang was assassinated in Dunkirk, he was in Paris. Later, although he heard that Brother Wang set up a puppet in Dunkirk, the Queen Mother and the bishop strictly forbade him to leave. Paris, so he hasn't been able to see it with his own eyes.

"Just in case." Amon said, "Control it well." Theodric said that his slender cane, which is the sacred object of the Vanjo family, can trigger extraordinary power in creatures or humans His spiritual staff lightly tapped on the wall, and it turned into black mist, gushing out of the room through the gap in the window. Amon shook his head, and the servant beside him pulled up a black cloak to cover the puppet—the puppet could not turn into black mist or bats together with the vampires, and two vampires from Zmixi followed him swiftly. He ran out quickly, and General Schaumberg grabbed the pistol, gritted his teeth, and followed. A few seconds later, he returned to the room: "They went to the side door."

Then he gasped uncomfortably. He was not French before, and he was not a high-ranking official in Austria, so he knew these things later than the Duke or the other marshals, and the impact on him tonight was even greater. , even he knew that now is not the time to pay attention to beliefs or dark creatures... But Philip saw his hidden fear and smiled reassuringly: "It's good to think of them as another kind of mercenary."

"I wish I could think so," Schumberger said self-deprecatingly. Although he was called a general, he was also a mercenary. "What shall we do now? Your Highness?"

"Wait," said the duke, "the next battle is not something we can intervene in." He leaned forward and blew out the candle on the desk, and the room was suddenly dark. In the darkness, the Duke of Orleans held the The short gun, unlike General Schaumberg, he held the short gun, not for aiming at the enemy, but for aiming at himself, if this battle is won by the church, or if those dark creatures have other plans, Then he must kill himself first, even if self-termination of his life will make him sink in purgatory for tens of thousands of years, he must do so, he cannot be a bargaining chip used by others to blackmail or slander the king.

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The priests here were only one step away from successfully expelling those monsters. Before the black mist or bats fell on the crowd and caused greater panic, they could even glimpse the lights streaming from the windows of the main building. But in such a gap of one hundred steps, they fell short because of the appearance of real vampires. The priest in charge was Ballas' favorite student. Once he realized this, he left the people behind him without hesitation. —Anyway, these are sinners who are not pious enough to suffer from serious diseases. They pass over their heads and rush directly to a group of people who are leaving the main building.

The "Duke of Orleans" transformed from Amon's puppet has light-colored long hair and a black cloak. He is surrounded by officials and knights. He meets the priests. The priests smile. Of course they cannot correct the king. , but everyone here can prove to them that there are dark creatures crawling out of this castle-this castle with the protection of the Virgin should have been as pure and indestructible as any holy place, and the appearance of these monsters can only prove There must be someone colluding with the devil here. They may not be able to directly judge a blood prince (referring to a person who has the right to inherit the throne), but they can shake the foundation of the monarchy, just like the riots ten years ago, let the arrogant Louis XIV suffer the pain of a blasphemous sin.

This made them lose their due caution. When they were hunting others, they didn't realize that they had fallen into the trap. When the priest at the head rushed forward frantically and grabbed the neck of the Duke of Orleans covered in the collar of snow-white lace , that noble head turned one hundred and eighty degrees and bit his throat.

Amon showed a horrible look, of course not because of this scene, but because the puppet still used the face of the Duke of Orleans, and the tools of Orleans and Louis are still very similar in some places. This posture is extremely weird, and naturally it has nothing to do with elegance. While complaining, he restored the puppet to its original shape, and then took the puppet, which was only one palm high, from the neck of the priest who could not close his eyes. "Why," he asked affectionately, "your teacher Didn't I mention this to you? I thought it was your homework?"

Ballas did say that, after all, the blood race is one of the well-known dark creatures, and the thirteen holy artifacts are even more famous, but shouldn't the puppet belong to Prince Zmich? And as a member of the Devil Party, even if the prince of Zimixi and Prince Fanzhuo are not in a life-and-death relationship, at least they are two people who hate each other, and the insider has also said that the prince of Zimixi once helped the king's enemy Kong Prince Dai, why is he here...

The last thought was suddenly cut off, Amon straightened his body, ignored the puppet's Kaka objection, stuffed it into his pocket, and pressed its head to prevent it from coming out. Speaking of which, he once wanted to leave it for The king, but was resolutely rejected by Louis, which is a bit unfair. Why can the kitten stay with the king? It's no cuter than a puppet...

"Your Highness?" A Tsmihi asked eagerly, and then Amon looked at the crowd. After the monk lost his leader, he seemed to have lost the courage to fight. "The church must be poisonous," Amon muttered. If it were a referee, they would definitely fight them to the death, but as long as they went to Rome and became vassals of the church, these originally strong and determined people would slowly lose their original brilliance like pearls, and they even wanted to Want to escape: "It's too disappointing," Amon said, "Well, you can do whatever you want today!"

His answer made Zmihi's people shout excitedly.

A Vatican was confronting a monk, but saw his opponent's face showing panic, and then flashed in front of his eyes, the monk had been thrown to the ground, his silver cross sword had penetrated the vampire's waist and abdomen, and the wound was swollen. It sizzled, expanded obviously, and emitted terrible black smoke, but the vampire didn't seem to notice it at all, just bent down, ripped open the opponent's throat and sucked his hot blood, more powerful than ordinary people The blood poured into the vampire's throat, filling his missing body - one side of the wound was charred and shrunk like a slow-burning paper, while the other side was wriggling and growing like a breeding colony, it was like a different kind of competition ——Just look at the end... Oh, it was the vampire of Zmixi who won the final victory. Before the monk became a hollow body, his wounds were finally fully healed.

"Madman." Said the Vanjo tribe, he looked back and found that almost all the surroundings were occupied by the cheerful Zmixi tribe.

Sorry, the computer crashed once today, and I just recovered it now. I will add another chapter tomorrow to express my apologies.