The mayor was sitting alone, with lights in the room and gold coins on the table.

The rain outside the window is getting louder and crackling. Several dazzling lightning flashed across, illuminating a tree above, a few figures hanged, floating.

Another lightning illuminates a person's face. That was the hotel owner Ritten.

Baron Sarrant

At the same time, the priests, lords, and representatives of the soldiers of the temple were also gathered.

Pastor, sit down in their seats. Warrior representatives, the servants stand on the left and right, only the knights have seats. There is no place for them.

Several mages are also waiting.

They are waiting for the convener, Bishop Chunpong and Hababa.

For a moment, Bishop Kamrongpa in a white robe and Haboba appeared in the temple.

Bishop Kamrongpa looked around.

"There is unfortunate news to announce to you that we sent Pastor Hanbo who went to Simon Township to teach, and the most devout believer Lidun Martyr."

"Simon Town is the miracle of our Lord, and it must be our natural territory, but such a thing is undoubtedly our shame."

"Lord Haboba, I beg you on behalf of the church to punish those heretics."

"Bishop Kamrongpa, your request is God's command. I will do everything in my power to eliminate heresy and spread the glory of the God of Luomeng." Haboba bowed solemnly, receiving orders, and his eyes were bright.

From autumn to winter, from winter to spring, the number of people led by Baron Sarante has exceeded 700. In the past six months, two more villages have been conquered and led into the glory of God.

"Then, tomorrow morning, send troops!"

At noon, the army arrived at Simon's Town at noon. The crowd looked down on the hills.

Simon Town has fortifications.

Although these fortifications are very rough and rough, they are neat and tidy.

The wall was made of bricks, and piles of diagonally inserted wooden piles made the wall stronger.

Pointed towards the wall. Hababa said: "This wall is not bad!"

"Yes. Lord Lord. The defense of this town is not bad. There are also militiamen. When it is critical, hundreds of militiamen can be mobilized to fight," said Pastor Fibbit.

"Don't worry, under the guidance of God. We can destroy all enemies, Johnson, what do you say?"

At this time, Johnson was wearing leather armour and was tall, leading the cavalry to follow him. Hearing the lord speaking, he politely replied: "Your wish is my command."

Hababa nodded with great satisfaction: "Then, according to the original plan, I will open the door and the cavalry will attack. The priest will heal."

The priest is basically only two to three levels now. Such a priest has almost no effect on direct combat, but it can be treated.

"Yes, lord!"

With a command, hundreds of rides, like the flood, went straight down, halfway through, and the guards of the town noticed and quickly sounded the alarm. And began to pull the suspension bridge.

The alarm sounded, and the town was in chaos. As soon as the militiamen threw their jobs, they had to go back and bring their weapons.

Haboba was unmoved and prepared for fireball.

Although it is difficult to control a spell while riding, he only needs one fireball.

The suspension bridge made a sound, slowly lifting, slowly stood up, and the cavalry charged to 100 meters

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The militiamen in the town were rejoicing that as long as the suspension bridge was lifted, the city wall was enough to intercept the cavalry. After a while, the militia who picked up the weapons would arrive.

At this moment, the sound of "boom" rose to half of the suspension bridge and exploded violently. With a loud bang, it fell down.

"Kill in!" Hababa called. But he was pulling the horse's head.

The Johnson behind raised his long sword, staggered directly with Haboba, and hit the suspension bridge with one end.

Blood spurting. The two militiamen were immediately beheaded with long swords. For a time, the militiamen on the opposite side staggered and rolled over.

"Slay in!" One of the cavalry behind, one after another, penetrated the city wall.

"Everyone who dares to stand and beheaded." Johnson said sharply.

War is war, full of killing, blood and death.

At this time Johnson. Has rushed up. The two militiamen who had just turned from the street spattered blood almost in an instant, but the next moment. A stout man threw himself up.

"Boom!" A loud noise from the metal clash. Johnson's horse screamed and took a step back.

"The Town Guard Captain Secky?" Johnson immediately remembered the intelligence. The long sword in his palm was almost released just now, and the tiger's mouth was bloody.

Saki wore leather armor, but he held a huge stick, similar to the mace. He didn't speak, and he thumped towards Johnson.

Tousen also spurred his horse and flew up, suddenly. The battle is going on.

However, Sage suddenly "falled his head and made a beast-like grunt," Johnson looked down his eyes, only to see a black hole sprayed with plasma suddenly appear on his chest.

The man stood for a few seconds, with a bang, fell to the ground.

"Johnson, don't get entangled, don't let the militia organize." It is the men who give orders ... Only, his year finger Bu Huai has a magical fire and no leather armor, and he will die in one blow.

Johnson responded: "Yes, Master!"

It was a pity to take a look at the captain of the militia. Lead the cavalry and continue to kill.

In fact, if the militia are all concentrated, you can still fight, but up to now, the militia have not been concentrated. Dozens of militiamen sporadically took out their weapons from their houses. The only result was that they were beheaded by the cavalry.

A flame burst. Thick smoke billowed.

Hababa shouted: "Quick, suppress the town. Don't let the fire burn the town."

Bishop Kamrongpa had nowhere else to go. He came under the tree in the center of the town. There were several people hanging on the tree, hanging on the rope swaying. Their expressions were distorted and painful. Obviously, they had suffered a lot during their lifetime. Torture.

"You all died for God, and you will find rest in God's heaven." Bishop Kamrongpa said silently in prayer, waving his hand. Naturally someone went up and cut the rope.

At this time, someone hit the water and did not care about the blood stains and urine odor of the corpse. That was the inevitable thing for the hanged people, and they were cleaned one by one.

Someone took out the white cloth and spread it on the ground. Bishop Kamrongpa personally placed the corpses on it.

The specially prepared holy water began to sprinkle on the body, and the priest chanted a psalm praising God in a low voice.

Even after cleaning. But there are still rotting and foul corpses. After being wiped with holy water, the skin even healed.

After praying, Bishop Kamrongpa is said to have received the will. As long as he is a believer, regardless of the rich and poor in his lifetime, he will receive such blessings during the baptism of death. This is also the main task of the pastor.

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"They died for God and will receive double blessings," Bishop Kamrongpa said, taking out an ointment and applying it to the body. At this time, the skin on the surface of the corpse even turned red, and the tongue that spit out shrank back. Several people are just like falling asleep.

At this time, the killing in the town gradually subsided.

"Bishop Kamrongpa, the mayor who killed our devout believers, and sacrifices were brought." Johnson personally led the team. A bunch of people were crying. He was driven under the tree.

Bishop Kamrongpa was expressionless: "My Lord is the **** of nature and discipline, and the believers who hurt my Lord will be punished, killed, and killed all of them, right in front of the martyrs."

"Yes, lord!"

"No, I am the priest of Sudarin, the priest of the goddess Hepharan, you will be punished by the goddess ..." Sudarin priest cried, and the next moment, the long sword fell, the head flew out, blood splashed.

Dozens of people were beheaded on the spot, but Bishop Kamrongpa was expressionless. He asked: "Are there any deaths for our soldiers?"

"Adult. Yes, seven were killed.

"They also died for God, and we have to bless them."

At this moment, there was a lot of noise in the town, and many townsmen were driven out. They have become captives. Under the order of the conquerors, they will leave this town and go to strange territory.

All wealth is searched, and the wealth of a town is not trivial.

"Lord Baron Sarrant, Temple

In front of the Romon statue, a holy light appeared from the altar, and several souls showered in it.

Under the shower of holy light, the darkened and twisted parts of the originally gray soul gradually unfolded and turned into a ray of light. Of course, each soul received a different degree. Several souls just received a basic restoration. There are several souls, but they are as pure as crystal.

This is the soul of the devout.

The pastor left behind could see these and smiled.

In this world, in fact, most of the gods are not true gods. Being able to get this treatment has already shown the generosity and power of God Luo Meng, and some godliness. It will even devour the soul directly. To increase strength.

As a priest, many people actually know that the attribution of the soul is not that good.

Those divine lives have condensed a vortex of faith. To accumulate and expand divinity, not only draws on faith to refine, there are many divine lives. Even devouring the believer's soul directly to extract divinity ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ This is almost an instinct. Only by accumulating enough divinity can the fire be ignited and become a real immortal.

The priest can actually see that many of the gods of this world have darkness, cruelty, blood, and evil in their glory, which is to enjoy the blood sacrifice. The inevitable result of directly devouring the souls of believers.

Therefore, in this world, the relationship between God and pastor can only be said to be fear and trade, it is difficult to talk about true piety.

Of course, the true **** is different, but even if there is a foreign true god, due to the special nature of this mist plane, it is impossible to directly connect the soul to the kingdom of God.

Only every once in a while, messengers are sent to pick them up.

In front of him, the holy light on the altar was clear and innocent, without any sin, and with a natural fragrance. Deep and endless.

This caused the priest to bow his head deeply and offered piety to God.

"My Lord is a real god, not those evil gods. It is certain that such a **** is worthy of our follow." (To be continued)