Lord of Glory

The big demon with black smoke all over his body flew to the cliff. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and cursed unhappily: "Human, keep your body safe. Otherwise, the contract you and I signed will be invalid!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the big demon's body immediately shrunk rapidly, the horns on his head disappeared, the scales on his body, his tail, and his huge wings disappeared. Only a man with long hair was left, falling weakly and falling into the jungle. If you look closely, you will see that this man is handsome and somewhat heroic. If it weren't for the bloody pupils that made his face look a little ferocious, he would be considered a handsome man. It is really unimaginable that such a cold-blooded masked Blood-red Blade could be so handsome!

Reluctantly, he sat up from the ground and threw the blood-red blade away from the tree hole next to him. A black stone slab the size of a dinner plate was safely placed inside. If Morris were here, he would see at a glance that this is a heretical and evil thing that can communicate with the abyss and summon demons. Black Gate! The very tired Blood Red Blade picked up the Black Gate and stuffed it into his chest. He glanced back complicatedly at the vaguely missing branch of the Free Masons. The former snorted and walked away with difficulty.

At this time in the association, Morris looked blankly at the executive officer who collapsed in front of him. The fleshy bodies of these executives have shrunk, like mummies dried by the scorching sun. Not even a trace of blood was left. Morris looked around in a daze at the three remaining executives. He sighed helplessly. He understood, very clearly. The price for summoning divine punishment is the flesh and blood and lives of all those who participate in the prayer. The more lives there are, the greater the power of divine punishment.

For a moment, some of Morris's beliefs were shaken: "It is called one of the most important magical arts of the Holy See, divine punishment. The price is to extract the flesh and blood of living people! What is the difference between this kind of magic and the evil and dark undead magic? the difference?"

However, this waver was only for a moment before Morris firmly abandoned it: "How can the dirty and evil undead magic be compared with the divine magic of the Holy See? They are different from the undead magic. Those who sacrifice for this can obtain salvation. , returning to the embrace of God. It should be a good thing." The devout Maurice laughed. According to the teachings of the Holy See, suicide is not allowed to return to the embrace of the Lord. Instead, it is an exception because of the sacrifice of others, and it is a supreme honor.

Morris, who had a smile on his face, was just about to pray for his dead subordinates when his ears suddenly moved slightly, and with a stern expression, he immediately turned his head and shouted towards the castle: "Who is it! Come out!" As soon as the words fell, the castle's The door was pushed open, and three groups of people came out with various weapons in their hands and some trembling students of the Free Masons' Union. Morris' sharp eyes immediately noticed a mage wearing a cloak and holding a wand. The ring on his hand clearly showed that he was born in Harlit. The magician of the Tower Forest!

There were also some people wearing Warcraft leather armor and light iron armor. Holding a slender rapier engraved with runes. This costume is the fire and sword walking between the mage and the swordsman. The Brotherhood of Magic Swordsmen! The most conspicuous among them were a group of huge, savage men wearing tattered leather armor and ferocious armor, holding giant axes and hammers.

With such a special body shape, Morris immediately knew that this was a barbarian who had been at war with the black orcs in the north all year round! Affiliated to the barbarians' current Ruluk dynasty! Awakening with powerful physical power and bloodline as the basis for walking on the continent.

And these three groups of people deliberately avoided the two men standing in the middle, strolling around. One of them was wearing a gorgeous robe, and his every move was elegant. His long, shiny black hair was shawl, making him look even more refined. This should be a big noble. But Morris couldn't see what force he belonged to and what power he had.

Compared with another person, it makes people feel less human. Dazzling blond hair, simple robes, and no weapons on his body. Just like an ordinary person. But this is what Morris is most worried about. People who can make themselves unable to see the slightest origin are obviously beyond their own knowledge. Human beings are always innately afraid of the unknown.

Morris looked at the two people in the middle with fear, and said with caution on his face: "Hurlite, Forest of Towers. Brotherhood of Fire and Sword. Guards of the Ruluk Dynasty. What are you people doing here? !" The tall barbarian leader, who was five and three inches thick, shook his huge armor, swung the huge ax in his hand, glared at the bull's eye and shouted loudly: "Does this need to be said? You fanatic believers must have come here for that scroll. Let’s go. We, the Luluk Dynasty, will not give up our treasures to you!”

Morris stood up cautiously and backed away slightly. The situation was now unfavorable. Not only was he injured, but most of his executioners were also killed or injured. If you really want to fight, you won't be able to escape death. So he considered his tone and said: "There is no reason. Although you all know the secret of thousands of years ago. But after so many years, it is not that there is no doubt that the scroll is here. Although this branch has been taken seriously for a while, but You have searched inside and out countless times, but you can't even find the shadow of the scroll. Why are you all dispatched this time, thousands of years later?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a magic swordsman holding a flashing sword slightly adjusted the skewed enchanted armor. His gloomy and sharp eyes stared at Morris's face, and said sarcastically: "Fanatical believer, You, the Holy See, don’t act stupid. Don’t think that you alone have the faith of the prophet, and that all the major forces have a copy.”

"The prophet's letter?! Where did you get it from?" Morris's pupils immediately shrank, a little unbelievable. He clearly remembered that in the Vatican's archives, all the people related to the Prophet's Letter had been burned on the stake for heresy, and no one was left alive.

At this time, the black-robed mage who had been silent suddenly stood up, raising the top-notch wand blessed with forty sequence runes in his hand slightly, and said sarcastically: "Dark Sky, Eye of Night Close your eyes. The sky and earth are dark. The blasphemy is reopened, and the legendary treasure is once again bathed in the morning sunlight, but is silent in the flames."

As soon as he said these words, the shock in Morris's eyes disappeared instantly, but what he got in exchange was a cold heart. The words spoken by the mage of the Tower Forest are exactly a prophecy recorded in the Prophet's Letter. Obviously, everyone in the Holy See was deceived by that prophet. The precious prophet's letter has been leaked out and has been appropriated by major forces. They are all secretly waiting for the arrival of the Eye of Night, which is the lunar eclipse.

"Then how do you confirm it! It doesn't necessarily refer to the lunar eclipse last month, but it may be the one in the future! If not, wouldn't your trip have been in vain?" Morris immediately asked, but was stopped by the magic swordsman Retort: ​​"So, it's just us little minions who are here, and the real bosses haven't left yet. That's why the Holy See only sent you, the CEO of the Judicial Hall."