Release that Witch

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The granite steps of the Yongdu Wangdu Temple have been stained with blood, and the sweetness of the air is so pungent.

There are many dead bodies lying on the ground, there are gods, there are believers, there are people, there are also Mojin sand people. They are all dead, most of them have burnt marks, broken limbs and internal organs are everywhere. Farion knew that it was the impact and burning of the dead snow powder.

Every time he steps on a step, he feels a sticky feeling at his feet. The will of the church and the believers can be described as crazy. In the face of the many slaves who have been strengthened by drugs, they still do not retreat. They use the flesh as a shield to entangle the enemy, just to fight for a fatal blow to their companions. Although the opportunity pills can make people full of strength and fear of pain, the heart, neck and head are still the key points, and the Queen has no extra armor to arm these cheap slaves.

If there is no snow powder, the battle may not be really good.

But we won... Farion’s heart is like a fire, and we are winning! The flag of the Queen of the Waters has been flying in the city, and the strongest defense of the church has not been able to resist this attack. As a result, the Black Sail fleet got rid of the stagnation of the corner of the Grey Fort, and did not have to be exhausted in a little bit of exhaustion with Tiefco's endless war of attrition.

The hall of the temple was also a mess. The ground was full of shattered glass fragments and bloodstains, but he didn't care about it. He went straight to the woman standing in the middle of the hall, flying in front of him, kneeling on one knee. Go on, "Your Majesty, the four gates have all fallen into the hands of the black sail, Yongdong Wang is yours."

"Work hard, get up." Garcia handed his hand to him.

Farion gently held the Queen's hand, a symbolic kiss on the back of the finger, and then got up and stood on the side of the other side.

"Weird etiquette," Kabbah said on the side of the cold, "You didn't touch her hand at all, why did you want this look?"

The problem was so abrupt that he could not help but frown, but the other is the patriarch of the sandstone clan. He is also not good at publicly blaming her for being rude. He has to say coldly: "This is a common etiquette between nobles, representing courtesy and respect. It’s rude to meet it. It’s normal for you to understand the sand people.”

"Is it?" She raised her eyebrows and pointed at her neck. "It is obviously an ally of allies. Just after the end of the battle, I will put this kind of thing on me. The courtesy and respect of the mainland people really makes it People are puzzled."

Kaba's neck was surrounded by a circle of iron bars, which bulged in the middle, and it looked like an ornament, but Farion knew that there was a stone of gods. In addition to the special key, it is difficult to unlock the iron bars by other means, and the key is in the hands of Garcia. The other party is a witch, naturally she should be cautious, but she does have a lot of effort in the battle. Without her command, the slaves with strong snow powder are afraid to rush to the strict defense formed by the believers. He opened his mouth but didn't know how to refute it.

"Well, don't argue for this little thing," Garcia interrupted. "Don't forget that our purpose here is more than a vast place to live. Can you not bear a stone?"

“I just said it casually,” Kabbah shrugged. “I hope you can deliver on your promise.”

"Of course, this is the basis of our cooperation," the Queen smiled.

"What should I do next to the black sail?" Fareen asked.

"The next step is to say later, let us see the show first." Garcia clap his hands and tell the pro-guard, "Bring her up."

In a short while, two armored guards pressed a woman who was tied with both hands into the temple.

She was about thirty years old, her appearance was ordinary, and her brown hair was scattered on both sides of her cheeks, wearing golden church robes. This kind of exquisite workmanship and material-style clothing is generally only worn by the bishop of Hermes. At this moment, there are several broken pieces on the gorgeous robes, and the surrounding area is stained with blood.

"This person is... Bishop?"

“Yes,” said Miss Bishui, who raised her lips. “I have already confirmed it to the local nobility. She is one of the three bishops of the church, Heather.” She turned her eyes to each other. “How, I’m right. ?"

"..." Heather did not answer, but Farion could see deep ridicule and disdain from her eyes.

Apparently, Garcia also felt this. She chuckled twice. "I also think that you will not surrender. So in the kindness, I will take you to the temple and send you back to the Kingdom of God. You can slowly plead with the redemption of the gods, or you can ask me for forgiveness. I will cut your fingers, limbs and facial features a little bit, so that you can fully experience the pain and helplessness of the people of Bishui Port."

"And then?" The bishop unexpectedly said, "Is the army of the church crushed into powder? Or is it going to drift over the sea forever, never to land?"

"You don't have to worry about this," Garcia gestured to the guards. "In contrast, the church's army is now attacking the city of Wolfheart. Hermes is like an undefended city, which is more than my destiny. It’s more important to come. I may not be able to set foot on the land of the new holy city, but I can still do it by ruining the old holy city under the plateau. You should have heard of the water of the river in the southern tip of the gray fort. It is easy to ignite and it is difficult to put out. I have brought a whole boat this time."

The pro-guard pulled out the dagger and approached the bishop who was pressed to the ground, and cut her **** cleanly.

Heather bit his teeth and didn't make a cry.

The Queen of the Waters stepped onto the main staircase of the hall, sat on the wide throne, and supported the chin with his right hand, revealing a cheerful expression.

...and three fingers, at this time the other's left hand has turned into a bare pulp, and Heather's big sweat on his forehead.

"Do you have to do this?" Kabbah shook his head. "If it is not to shock the enemy or torture the intelligence, such pure torture is unnecessary."

“No need?” Garcia laughed. “You should tell her this, do you know what the witches who are in the church will be treated like them? I guess you will not be interested in knowing. of."

"Ha ha ha..." At this moment, Heather, who lost his fingers, suddenly laughed. "You don't understand the greatness of the church, and you don't understand how important the Holy City is. You are always with fools. But I don’t know about the coming destruction! Hermes will let you see what is the real power and the right person of the church, except for destruction, there is no second ending!"

"Yes..." Garcia raised her legs and smiled. "Then I will wait and see."

Until the Archbishop died, he did not utter a word for mercy. But what surprised Fryen was that she did not shout the name of God and sent her to the redemption of the gods. In the end, when Heather lost too much blood and was about to lose consciousness, his expression was cold and terrible. It was not like being punished. Instead, he was watching a farce that had nothing to do with her. Through the eyes, Faryon seemed to see himself. The future that has been destined.

This feeling made him feel inexplicably depressed, almost unable to breathe.

"Cut her first grade and hang it at the door of the church," Garcia said after confirming the death of the bishop. Then she looked at Faryon. "Next we can talk about the next step."

"Yes, Your Majesty," he forced the discomfort in his heart. "Are you going to attack Hermes?"

"Yes, but not the whole army." She spread out a map of the leather she carried with me. "On the Black Sail fleet, only a small number of sailors and some Eastern slaves were left. The fleet was steered along the river to the old. Holy City. And we go straight south, cross the Yongdong border, and the destination is the Wolf Heart City."

"Wolf...heart?" Farinen groaned.

"I reached an agreement with Wolf King Wolf," Garcia said bluntly. "If he can help him defeat the attack of the church, he will help me to occupy the whole winter. So if the church does not withdraw the army, on board. The loaded snow powder and the Styx water are enough to make the old holy city into a sea of ​​fire and a new holy city. It is a city without walls. It is impossible to stop enough slaves to attack the slaves in all directions."

"If they retreat, Wolf City will be able to breathe, and the two countries will be bordered, and they can join hands in confronting the church in the future!"

"It is true," the Queen of Waters nodded. "And we can stand on the heels in the winter." (To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.)