In the morning of the next day, the Cathedral of the Holy Court of Tyrol, the Chamber of the Heavenly Father's Chamber.

Sitting on the armchair of the Pope’s throne at the top of the long table, the throat bone played with the candlestick in the shape of the cross in his hand, not paying attention to the talking clergy around him.

"Jacob Cardinal is here!"

A joyous cry, as if injecting a shot of stimulus to all the believers, everyone's eyes were cast toward the entrance of the hall, waiting for the appearance of the principal.

Bishop Jacob, wearing the red robe of the Holy Order with a haggard face, led a team of knights into the main hall, and saw the throat bone sitting in the position of the pope, he was obviously taken aback for a while.

"Get up! You heretics! How dare you desecrate the Holy See of the Patriarch?!"

Several knights of the Holy See drew their swords, roaring loudly, and trying to rush towards the throat bone.

Bishop Jacob with a hooked nose stretched out his hand with a sullen face to stop the actions of the knights, and said coldly to the throat bone: "Mr. Katili, you are from the south, and you may not be respectful of the heavenly Father’s holy order. Understand, that position belongs to the Pope, and you should not get involved."

The throat bone smiled.

He stood up, patted the dust on the chair with his hand, and said relaxedly: "Sorry, the first time I came to this place, I really didn't understand your "rules"..."

Jacob breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the throat bone willing to leave his seat.

Walking to the cardinal's rank, Jacob nodded slightly to his throat bone, indicating that the other party could sit opposite him.

The throat bone sat down, looked at Jacob's tired face, and asked pretendingly: "Master Bishop, you seem to have not enough rest."

Jacob Gan laughed twice: "Business is busy."

The throat bone took out a small silver file from his arms, and while slowly trimming his nails, he asked casually, "I heard that the frontline warfare is unfavorable?"

Jacob gritted his teeth and said: "Our army has the three major advantages of faith, morale and terrain. How can it be disadvantageous for war?"

The throat bone tapped the small file on the table: "Then how did I hear that there have been soldiers fleeing back to the city in the past few days? There are even rumors that Heshmond, known as the Lion of the Father, also fought. Dead battlefield?"

"The rumors... are all rumors." Jacob wiped the sweat from his forehead: "There have been some soldiers returning to Tyrol City recently, but those are all normal military moves."

The throat bone looked at Jacob with a meaningful cry.

Just when Jacob was uneasy, his throat suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "In this way, it seems that there is no need for me to come here this time. I'll go back and wait for your good news..."

Seeing that his throat bone was about to leave, Jacob hurriedly got up and shouted: "Wait...wait a minute!"

The throat bone turned his head and asked suspiciously: "What? Is there anything else?"

Jacob gasped and said, "Weapons, we need more weapons."

"My Master Bishop, are you kidding me? I have provided you with all the armed configuration of the entire Imperial Legion. You still feel that it is not enough now?"

Jacob's nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and his body trembled slightly with struggle and shame.

"I admit... Heavenly Father's Holy Army encountered a little...a small setback when it faced the group of monsters."

Jacob's words made the throat bone grin.

The throat bone walked back to his seat, raised his legs on the table, pointed at each other with a file, and said: "At this time, is there any need to conceal and deceive?"

Jacob lowered his head, his face uncertain.

Throat bone tilted his head and smiled: "We have a common enemy. Only by telling me the truth can I continue to fulfill my duties as an ally."

Jacob sighed heavily: "The Sacred Army lost more than half, the organization of the three knights no longer exists, and the commander-in-chief Bromo Hershmond is missing. The enemy has more than 20,000 troops and has passed through the Western Regions. The forest will be able to approach Tyrol City as soon as tomorrow morning."

"If I remember correctly, your number of soldiers can be much larger than them."

"But those are monsters! Like fake monsters!" Jacob cried out in a gaffe: "The infinite orcs, the werewolves who act like wind, the wizards who use sorcery, and the group that only exists. The beast in the horrible rumors!"

Jacob grabbed his hair and buried his face in his chest: "I originally thought, what kind of abnormality, what kind of monsters, but they are all vague records in ancient books...Unexpectedly, I didn't expect everything to be true. real……"

The throat bone stared at everyone present, and almost all church personnel showed a look of fear and anxiety.

Turning his gaze back to Jacob's body, the throat bone said, "In addition to those muskets and artillery, I also brought a weapon from the south this time."

Jacob raised his head with an expression on his face, as if a drowning man had seen a raft that saved his life.

"Because this weapon is too lethal, it has been banned within the empire..."

Every word spit out from the throat bone made Jacob's eyes brighter.

"It can inspire all the power of life and turn an ordinary human into the most terrifying combat weapon. Do you want to see?"

Jacob hesitated: "You mean, this weapon will kill the user?"

"Yes, but it can also take away a hundred lives of enemies at the same time." The throat bone leaned close to Jacob, showing an amiable, harmless expression: "A pretty cost-effective exchange, isn't it?"

Jacob looked at the priests in the main hall and asked in a low voice, "Which one of you will try?"

The clergymen of the church looked at each other, and each of them showed fear on their faces, and stepped back one after another.

Jacob murmured secretly, then winked at the captain of the Cavaliers behind him.

Soon, the church knights lined up, caught ten unlucky ghosts from the crowd, and brought them to Jacob and Throatbone.

Looking at the "volunteer" who was escorted to the front, the throat bone took out a strange worm egg that looked like a black date nucleus from his arms.

A young church deacon assistant at the age of sixteen or seventeen found something faintly squirming in the black thing, and quickly yelled, "My lord, please let me go!"

Jacob stood up and shouted angrily: "You are all servants of the Father, and being able to offer everything to God is the glory of your humble and small lives! It is the joyous gospel from heaven!"

The throat bone stuffed the eggs one by one into the victim's mouth, and then smiled to see them like lunatics, desperately picking their throats and scratching their chests.

There seemed to be thousands of small knives cutting muscles in the body, which was a kind of pain that was hard to describe with pen and ink.

A victim who kept twitching on the ground uttered a heartbreaking scream while grabbing the ankle of a church knight and struggling to say, "Please...Kill me..."

"Let go of your hand! You...!"

The knight hadn't finished speaking, but he was shocked and screamed by the shocking scene in front of him.

The victim lying on the ground raised his neck, and his bloodshot eyes suddenly burst open. Two black parasites with thick arms came out of the eye sockets and kept twisting in the air.

Immediately afterwards, his body was like rotten flesh covered with maggots, and countless black parasites bit through the skin and emerged from his body.

In a blink of an eye, the ten victims became monsters full of parasites. They were like living corpses, losing the ability to speak and think, leaving only the desire for the flesh and blood of the living.

"This is the devil! This is the devil in hell!" The knights were so scared that they stepped back and shouted: "O Almighty Lord! Please descend the holy relic! Guide our souls!"

However, in this Heavenly Father's temple, the prayers of the knights fell to the ground, and no miracle happened.

Facing the undead monster approaching step by step, a knight finally summoned the courage, waved the long sword in his hand, and slashed at the enemy in front of him.

With a dull sound of bone breaking, the knight's long sword slashed deep into the monster's head.

After only a moment of joy, the hope in the knight's eyes was fleeting, and the monster with its broken head swept over the former, and the parasite like a tide flooded the opponent in an instant.

In the harsh gnawing and screaming of flesh and blood, the remaining knights began to retreat.

A knight holding a flail swung his weapon towards the monster's chest, hoping to distance the two.

The black parasite was splashed around by the huge hammer, and some sap and debris splashed on the attacker's face. The knight wiped the back of his hand at random, but was horrified to find that these black parasite debris had actually penetrated his eyeball from the corner of his eye.

A black worm egg the size of a grain of rice continued to swim in the knight's eyeballs, and after a few seconds it grew to the size of a tadpole. After a few more seconds, the parasite went directly into his brain.

Abandoning the flail in his hand, the knight knelt on the ground with his head screamed in pain, blood constantly flowing from the corners of his mouth and nose.

Soon, the black adult insect that emerged from the gap in the helmet indicated that the victim had completely turned into an undead monster.

This battle... This slaughter lasted only three minutes.

Blood and black worms are everywhere in the hall of the Father.

Bishop Jacob, the only survivor, sat slumped on the ground, his lower body already soaked in urine.

He looked at this hell-like scene in front of him, and the whole person was so scared that he was incoherent and incoherent.

The throat bone slowly walked in front of him, squatted down and smiled and said, "My lord, are you satisfied?"

"The devil! The black devil!" Jacob yelled hysterically, covering his eyes with his hands, "Stay away from me! My soul belongs to the Lord!"

The throat bone shrugged and said, "Open your eyes and see, you are safe."

Jacob trembled and looked forward. The undead monsters cruising in the hall, like headless flies that lost their targets, were wandering around without showing any desire to attack.

The throat bone said: "Although this weapon is dangerous, there are methods to control it. As long as you don't mess around, everything will be safe."

Jacob with a pale face shook his head and shouted, "This is not a weapon at all! This is a curse! It is a plague! It is the greatest blasphemy against the Lord!"

The throat bone smiled and said, "When the sun rises tomorrow, the army under the Holy King will occupy this Heavenly Father’s courtyard under our feet. At that time, the **** you believe in will be defined as a heresy~www.mtlnovel .com~Everything about him will be completely erased, and his name will be swept into a corner of history, and will be forgotten forever."

Jacob was stunned.

Thinking of the enemy army coming tomorrow, there was a slight wave of tremor in his heart.

The throat bone patted Jacob's face and motioned him to look forward: "Did you see the chair that belongs to the Pope?"

Jacob nodded mechanically.

"Soon, that chair will belong to the king you hate the most..." The voice of the throat bone was as sharp as from hell: "He will release all the prisoners you previously held and overthrow all the laws you have made. . On that day, how do you think you will end up?"

Jacob's body stiffened, and his pupils were filled with horror because he had foreseen the tragic fate of the future.

After a while, Jacob slowly said in a dry and hoarse voice: "Whether it is a sword or a bow and arrow, as long as it can destroy the evil, it is the righteous weapon bestowed by God."