Chapter 628
"Master count, what are you going to do?!"
In a pitch-black street, an old nobleman with a gray beard in the Scarlet Blood Castle looked indignantly standing In front of Charlotte, he was impassioned and righteous; behind him was a group of trembling with fear nobles, shiver coldly hugged.
Holding the torch, the fully armed city defense team turned the street lights transparently, like daylight, but still could not make them feel the slightest warmth in this midsummer season; on the contrary, only bone-like gangrene Ice cold.
"What am I going to do?"
Charlotte Torino, with his head up and chest erect, has erected sword eyebrows, and his eyes are swept across the faces of everyone present, with a stern expression. The almost sacred and inviolable majesty made the old nobleman who was still quite confident could not help lowering his head and dared not look directly into her eyes.
"It seems that my steward did not make things clear...Charles, this is your dereliction of duty!"
"Extremely sorry, count." The red blood on his back Fort Steward bowed and saluted, and then coldly looked towards the old nobleman: "But I remember clearly below, I told you the whole thing in detail; of course, I don't mind telling you again in front of count. Again."
"In the name of Charlotte Torino of the Scarlet Blood Castle, we have received reliable information proving that there is a group of people in the Scarlet Blood Castle who believe in the heresy of Evil God in the name of the'Byrne Tradition' The Order—and just now, these heretics even brazenly raided the Byrne Cathedral. At this moment, the Knights of the count’s court are pursuing them with all their strength!"
"In order to defend the orthodoxy of the Holy Cross Church, even more so For the stability and tranquility of the Scarlet Blood Castle, we will severely investigate any of the Scarlet Blood Castle aristocrats who have colluded with these heretics, or even get involved; however, we have found that we will severely punish them!"
Zhenzhen Shengsheng The words of Charlotte echoed over the street, and Charlotte, standing with a sword, looked increasingly cold, staring at the old nobleman standing in front of her:
"Are there any questions, sir?"
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"Question? No...no, this is simply slander!"
The old nobleman with gnashing teeth is shaking all over, as if he will faint at any time: "All the nobles of the Scarlet Blood Castle are He is your most loyal minister! The Torino family... would you doubt the loyalty of the Knights under your command?!"
"Of course not!"
Female count without the slightest Hesitation's assertion made his eyes sharper: "But the Torino family also has to defend the faith of the empire, the faith of the people, and any heresy that threatens the church must be destroyed immediately, without mercy!"
"I heard some rumors...Tell me, sir; are you and your family colluding with these heretical gangs, or your family also getting involved?"
"Nonsense, It’s pure nonsense!"
The old nobleman quickly denied it, shaking his body as if he was swaying: "We are all your most loyal servants, and the most steadfast Guardian and followers of the Holy Cross. ; Never abandon your beliefs and believe in a heretical Evil God!"
"Very good, it seems that you really did not live up to the Torino family's trust in you." Charlotte said coldly. The corners of the mouth were raised, and there was a hint of complacency in his smile:
"Have you heard, Charles? The courtiers of the Torino family are the most steadfast followers of the Holy Cross. There is absolutely no heresy—you can check it out, and be sure to clarify those unnecessary rumors. You are still innocent! "
"Wait—! "
Without waiting for Steward’s answer, the old nobleman who lost one's head out of fear quickly stopped him; standing tremblingly in front of the female count, she almost couldn't even speak clearly:
"Although, although we are all the strongest believers of the Holy Cross, we are also Byrne people; the legend of Brunhild is well-known in the Scarlet Blood Castle and throughout Byrne, even more so. …Is part of our precious tradition! If you use this reason to track down, I'm afraid..."
"Shut up! "
Charlotte burst out suddenly, and the cold sword edge suddenly fell, as if knocking on the heart of an old nobleman!
"You people...The Torino family treats you very well ; But what about you, how do you give back to the Torino family? ! "
"Where were you when Gaspar took advantage of my absence to seize power?" Where were you when vampire was rampaging the Scarlet Blood Fort? ! "
"And when the heretical cults raided the cathedral, burned the holy church, and stepped on the majesty of the Scarlet Blood Castle, what were you doing? ! "
"And now, my Knights are fighting to defend the majesty of the Scarlet Blood Castle...so don't tell me any truth or tradition-anyone who dares to betray the Torino family, go to hell Is your only way out! Charles! "
"Yes! "Steward stood up immediately.
"Start!"
"As you bid!"
The female count of swift and decisive raised the sword edge in her hand , Resting directly on the shoulders of the dumbfounded old nobleman.
At this moment, Charlotte Torino has already detached herself from her image in Charles’s eyes, and is no longer just the simple "count" The appellation of "is like Goddess ……
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There is a loud explosion, but the end is Silent—even the shrine that should have collapsed is intact, and there is no trace of cracks on the floor and the top of the head.
But at the moment the black hair wizard raised his head , But suddenly his eyes widened, and it took nearly half a minute to realize what had just happened.
The seal of the cathedral was completely cracked!
The seal was carved in the altar. The "silent" rune is the only power that can be used to suppress the void-within its range, all non-material existence will be completely wiped out; even the bright silver and dragon teeth in Loren's hands are in This shrine is nothing more than ordinary long spears and daggers.
Therefore, it is reasonable to say that the entire shrine should be in ruins at the moment rune was destroyed... anyway, It’s also impossible to be as intact as before.
In other words...
Brownhild...just the response of the void power that spread out the moment she was released, just It is enough to restore the destroyed altar to its original state in an instant!
The icy cold touch flows from the back, making the black hair wizard shiver all over...It is like a tide, indescribable. Fear.
When Loren lifts the head again, the altar in front of him has changed a little bit—up ahead of his eyes, it is a huge statue of the Holy Cross.
The statue is too huge, almost like a stone tablet standing up ahead of the altar.
On the stone tablet is a woman with white wings and black hair.
The waterfall-like black hair conceals her slender figure, and her head is drooping in her chest; the huge wings are almost twice as large as her body, and her arms are stretched to the left and right. Open.
Under the long dark hair, the look is so beautiful that it can be suffocating... Maybe it’s too one-sided, maybe it’s because of the hair. From the bottom of his heart, there was an indescribable fear. At this moment, Loren really couldn't think of a second word that could be described.
The black hair wizard keeps his eyes on, and even forgets what he is going to do; his mind that is almost stagnant in thinking is telling himself that what he sees in front of him is a True God.
The magnificent breastplate fits her body, the bare arms and shoulders are white and delicate; the straight legs of a pair of slender are outlined under the battle skirt, and the armor and iron are completely attached. The boots are wrapped in...the armor beyond imagination, as if it can only exist in imagination and Myths and Legends.
Yes, as described in the legend of Byrne... Brunhild, this is a genuine Martial Goddess.
Riding a black steed, galloping above the dome; brandishing a lance and a big sword, sheltering all the bloody Knights;
Invincible, invincible, Where the cavalry has stepped on is the territory she conquered;
At this moment, she is tightly tied to the statue of the Holy Cross behind her!
The joints of the hands, the legs, and the slender neck are all bound by heavy chains, so tight as to cut her body-like a suffering Saintess, undergoing a thousand years Nor will it end, the never-ending punishment.
In the cold air, I suddenly wanted to hear a low and very familiar voice:
"Loren ·Torino...
You must be right about this pair The scene is very familiar, right?"