Screaming, the whistling sound that almost penetrated the eardrum of anyone was centered on Sheyle and spread throughout the room.

Before opening this audio, Sheyer listened to the intimate prompts from the people who passed the fire, and directly adjusted the volume of the magic net to the maximum.

At this moment, the inscription on the syllabary in the magic net captured the magic of Sheyle and completely released the audio.

The sorrow of the banshee?

When Shear heard the first wave of sound, he realized that the harsh sound came from there.

Only those banshees who turned into undead can make such a terrible sound.

The ‘golden finger’ given to her by the fire-fighting person soon played a role, and the catastrophic sorrow made the tentacles that bound Sheer’s left wrist disappear instantly.

The first thing she got control of her left hand again was holding her ear.

it works! And the effect of the group!

The Frost Spirit has stopped the attack, and Sheyle saw the eight generals disguised by the judges in the hall slamming their heads on the ground.

Their faces were extremely painful, and the appearance of the original change could not be maintained, and the gray fog became their original posture.

"No, this is not the voice I should hear."

Three of the judges have lost control and directly found a sharp dagger piercing their own eardrum, but it seems that there is no effect at all.

They still held their foreheads down on the ground, and their expressions gradually became distorted.

The mourning of the banshee is dangerous, but the damage caused by human beings in a short period of time is not likely to be so great.

Maybe these guys are not human.

Shear has not wanted to think so much, her heart has long been filled with anger, whether it is the prince of the country of frost, or her personal position.

What the Church of the Holy Spirit has done has reached the point where Sheyer cannot forgive.

The anger allowed Sheyle to lift the sword in his hand directly, running through the chest of a judge who was closest to her.

Blood sprang from the judge's chest and was stained on Shear's blade.

After Sheyle pulled out the blade, the blue inscription was wrapped around her, and a large number of ice cones emerged in midair, slamming into another judge.

The judges who were affected by the banquet of the banshee also fell into violent anger, but their resistance was completely unruly, just like the angry attack when the beast died.

Shearer killed the other five judges with the Frost Spirit at the cost of his sword's left arm being scratched by a long sword.

A large amount of blood swayed on the walls of the hall to form a horrible picture, and Sheyle's blade was once again pulled out from the chest of the seventh living judge.

The hot blood pumped from the body that fell to the ground and began to spread on the ground.

The eighth is the judge who disguised as Marshal Armstrong. He can still maintain the appearance of Marshal Amt, who is preparing to flee because he is closest to the door.

But the blood flowing on the ground turned into a fatal trap. When he stepped on the blood of the beach, the frost began to spread from his soles, and when the other person returned, he became an ice sculpture.

And Shearer walked slowly toward the priest who ran to the corner.

"Devil... you demon!" The priest looked terrified at the prince who was covered in blood.

"Your adjective is wrong." There was a lot of magical inscriptions on the side of Shel, and the temperature in the entire hall dropped again. "You should say that your despicable missionary is right."

Shear did not give the other party a chance to refute too much, and directly applied the magic of the frost system to turn the priest into another ice sculpture.

After doing all this, Sheyle stepped back a few steps, and the whole person lost his strength and fell to the ground.

The prince of this frosty country looked around.

The conference hall of the Barrier Fortress has long been covered with blood, and both the wall and the ground can smell a strong **** smell.

This should be the scenery that will only be seen after the frosty country has been broken.

What should I do? This question appeared in Sheer's mind.

The eight generals were the rulers of the highest ranks of the fortress, even if they had been replaced by the judges, and the other generals of the fortress would have already died.

The entire fortress has long been ruled by the kingdom of the Holy Father.

Even worse, the country of the Frost Country, Shear does not know how many of the great aristocrats of the Frost Country have been replaced by those guys. What is even worse is that even the King...

All the people she knows in the country of frost and frost seem to be no longer credible.

The idea rose in the heart of Shel, and when the sense of despair of coldness and helplessness encroached on Shear's heart, she suddenly saw the latest news from the people on the newsletter.

At this moment, Sheyle was so happy that she was about to cry. She didn't understand where the move came from, just like walking in a blizzard and smashing the grain. After being exhausted, she saw the light shining in the distance. The light of the torch.

Shear immediately opened the newsletter of the fire-fighting person.

‘How is your friend reflecting? Do they believe in you? ’

This news made Sheel happy too. Her left hand was already injured. Even if she stopped the blood with a frozen method, she could still not move.

Sheyle raised his right hand and gave the fireman a reply.

‘No, my friends are all disguised by the judge...’

After giving this message, Sheyer added an expression of an owl holding his head and crying.

‘...’

The person who passed the fire first replied with an ellipsis and replied with an expression that touched the forehead of the owl.

Shel has never seen this expression in the expression pack labeled ‘Owl’.

‘Maybe you can make some new friends. ’

‘If those new friends are also likely to be disguised by the judges? Asked Shel.

‘Oh... my words will kill them all, and one will kill one until the judges all disappear, or destroy the holy world. ’

Shear read the new news from the people who passed the fire and felt that something was in his heart.

She did not want to provoke a war with the kingdom of the sacraments, but this time the state of the sacrament was really wrong, and she would never allow those judges to reappear in the land of the frosty country.

It can't be tolerated... Since the guys in the kingdom of the sacred religion don't know how to converge, the prince of the country of frost and frost, Shayle, must give them a lesson of blood, instead of staying alone and desperate.

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

Just then there was a sound coming from outside the door. A two-meter-high man pushed the door open. He saw the scene in the conference room slightly shocked, but saw a surprise smile after seeing Shear in the hall.

"Marshal Armstrong? No..." Sheyle once again played the 'Golden Finger' sent by a person who passed the fire.

The other party just thought that this voice was very ugly, and did not reveal the symptoms of madness, Sheier only completely relaxed, this is really Marshal Amt! He is not dead!

"His Royal Highness, I am here to warn you that there is a rebellion in the fortress. There may be a spoiler in the fortress! I was locked in a dungeon by a group of guys during the break, but they looked down on the physique of our southerners. ”

Marshal Amt went into the hall, looked at the **** conference hall, and looked at the ice sculptures not far away, an ice sculpture exactly like his own appearance.

"Marshal Ammute, I am sorry to tell you that it is not the Mozu who throws you into the dungeon, but the country of the Holy Father."

Sheyle stood up and walked slowly to the position where the president of the fortress should sit. After a moment of silence, he sat in that position.

"The threat to our country is not only the Mozu, but also the threat from the Holy Land."

"The kingdom of the sacrament?"

Marshal Amt seems to have seen the anomaly of things from the statue and the body on the ground.

"Maybe, what we really should really clear now is not the Mozu outside the fortress." Sheyle clasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the cheeks stained with blood were as cold as the frost. It is a traitor from the country of the Holy Father."