Riding and Slashing

Roland didn't mind that Li Ang used himself as a bait, on the contrary, he quite agreed with this informant behavior: "It is indeed what the Dawn Knights should do here to eliminate heresy, and I don't mind if they can get rid of Egreme. considered rebellious by them."

"But I think...they might turn around and run away when they see Egreme..."

Leonard spread his hands, expressing his distrust of his former group.

"Since I can make the Filtsweans and the Fallen desperate, I can naturally make the Knights of the Dawn and Egrem fight to the death."

Li Ang curled his lips: "I told them that Roland is in Lion Lake City - after entering Lion Lake City, I will see how they run... However, before the arrival of the Knights of Dawn, I have to hold Egreme first... ..."

"My lord, I think it's best for you to stay away from Egreme...if people with evil intentions are indeed attracted to it."

Lisa Dilan said something quietly.

Li Ang looked left and right, everyone looked at Li Ang, and nodded vigorously together.

"Okay, I admit... I have a lot of evil thoughts in my heart, and I guess it's really not suitable to get close to that big eyeball..."

The lord sighed, and he really didn't have much confidence in his character: "Then, who will do this job?"

This time, everyone turned their heads in unison and looked at Sir Roland at the same time.

Obviously, everyone has little confidence in their own character, and they all feel that only paladins like Roland will not be affected in any way.

"Actually, I also have evil thoughts..."

Roland felt a little uncomfortable being stared at: "I peeked at a girl taking a shower when I was young, and I still miss it to this day... However, I am really willing to try my best to hold Egreme back."

"Hey, this is not an evil thought... Then you will have to work hard, Sir Roland, just lure Egreme to the east of Lion Lake City. You must not fight it. If necessary, let Wei Wei in the city King Diss, please do more... If you are in danger, let your arrows go, and Lisa Dilan and I will follow you."

The biggest evil thought in his life was just peeking at the girl taking a bath, so it seemed that only Roland was suitable for this job, but Li Ang explained it a little worriedly, he was worried that Roland would not be able to help but fight with Big Eyeball.

"Master Li Ang, if you don't fight with Egrem, how can you lead him to the east?"

Irano, who had been silent all this time, asked a question.

"use this……"

Li Ang felt two iron lumps from his lower back.

That's a grenade.

Jointly produced by Maixiang International and Noldo Enchanting Workshop, it is made by local methods and handmade...

Although the airtightness has not been solved, the lethality is really hard to describe. It is estimated that the effect of blowing up the fallen is not good... But the sound and light effects are excellent, and the movement is full. It is definitely to seduce and scare those non-human beings who have never seen the world. must-have product.

…………

in the afternoon.

The sun is shining brightly, the trees are green and the grass is green, the sky is blue like a mirror, and the years are quiet.

But Oldswood is not good at all.

This short half-day, for a person who has been suffering, probably seems to have gone through half a century.

Oswood wanted to die quickly at this time, no matter what method he used to die, as long as he died quickly.

This was probably the least demanding wish he had ever made in his life.

Moreover, during this half day, he had made this wish to all the gods he knew.

But this wish, he couldn't realize it, because he couldn't move at this moment, he couldn't even move his eyes.

The devourer's big eyeballs seem to be able to convey a kind of coercion, suppressing him all the time, making him feel like a vegetative person who is conscious.

I can't move my whole body, but I feel extremely clear, and I won't faint due to the severe pain.

Egrem the Devourer probably really likes Osswood - it has been carefully grooming Osswood all afternoon.

On a small wooden altar, very carefully cared for.

Osswood was being played around like a dilapidated rag doll.

Great fear and pain accompanied him all the time, but he couldn't pass out and couldn't move.

His body has been shaved so that there is not a single hair on his body, and some fine parts have been removed to the side.

Those parts that were removed included the scalp, eyelids, ears, nose, tongue, the first knuckles of all fingers and toes, and certain important parts for the reproduction of the family.

But Egrim never turned him into the Fallen.

It looked like it was going to eat Oswood - otherwise it wouldn't be so clean.

After all, that kind of treatment is usually only reserved for pigs.

At this time, Egreme was tearing off the outer layer of skin for Oswood—it was being torn very carefully, as if he was afraid of killing him with too much force, so he was peeling off the skin little by little.

Oswood was already unable to make a sound at this time. Before that, he had been howling for four hours, and he had already lost his energy.

But Egreme has been taking care of his body carefully, without stopping.

Oswood's eyes were already full of ashes. He probably wanted to close them, but people without eyelids couldn't do this. He could only watch helplessly as the skin on his body was torn off piece by piece. Just throw it on the ground.

It wasn't until it was getting late and the moon was high that Agram peeled off the last bit of skin from Oswood's body, and it finally stopped.

It seems to be very satisfied with its masterpiece - Oswood is still alive, and his whole body is clean, just showing the bright red dermis, but not much blood.

A piece of freshest flesh, a most evil soul, enshrined by a most powerful priest.

The perfect offering.

"...Come on, my love, use this sinful soul to leave the abyss, conquer this continent with me, and kill the gatekeeper who exiled us!"

Egrem stared at the moon in the sky and murmured.

Then it began to say a mysterious incantation.

The incantation sounded loudly, and a hard-shell book on the altar was automatically opened following the incantation, and thick black mist like ink gushed out from the opened pages, gradually covering Egrem and the people who were taken care of. 'Clean' Osswood.

The strange sound of incantations surrounded a large number of fallen people around the altar, crowded shoulder to shoulder, but none of the fallen people entered the range of the black mist, as if they were both afraid and longing for the black mist.

Endless and distant howling sounds came from the black mist, as if coming from afar, getting closer.

"Boom! Boom... Boom... Boom! Boom Boom..."

At this moment, continuous loud noises came, and the terrifying noises accompanied by strong firelight made the night extremely noisy.

The fallen who were densely packed near the altar were blown away in a large area.

The hard-shell book with black fog on the altar was also blown away by the strong shock wave caused by the explosion.

A loud howl resounded across the field, the pages of the book were blown shut, and the black mist was blown away.

Egrem emerged from the scattered black mist. It seemed to be stunned for a moment, then turned its head, and its two gray and white eyeballs revealed a sinister and dangerous look.

Then, it opened its mouth wide: "Howl!"

Obviously, it was an angry roar.

It seemed that its rituals, which had been busy from noon to midnight, were interrupted by this series of bombings.

Thirty meters away, Ilanor was riding a light Jatum horse—only these Jatum horses had been trained in explosions. Seeing Egram appear, she was also taken aback.

She was holding a grenade with an ignited fuse in her hand, and beside her was an elite team selected by Roland, consisting of dozens of people with better riding skills.

"Aigrem! It's actually here! Teacher, retreat!"

Ilano reacted fairly quickly, raised his hand and threw the grenade over, and then turned around and ran with the people, calling Roland while running.

"That's the Code of Heresy!"

Roland suddenly exclaimed, and then rushed to the hard-shell book that was blown away.

That was only ten meters to the side of Egrem.

Egrem also noticed Roland who was charging towards it. It stretched out its claws and pulled out the ax that had been stuck on the side of the altar.

But at this moment, a dark thing had already flown in front of it.

The Devourer was indeed extremely skilled and reflexive. He split the grenade flying towards it with an axe. His movements were extremely agile, and the ax blade even had an afterimage.

It was the visual residue caused by the extremely fast swing of the axe.

"Boom...hum..."

The grenade exploded on contact with the axe.

Science can indeed be regarded as a kind of magic... If you cut a bomb with a knife and an axe, the consequences will naturally be more serious.

Even though Aigrem was not human, he was still blown up and fell into the crowd of fallen people.

When the thick smoke dissipated, Egreme stood up again. Most of its body was blown black, and only one and a half of its eyeballs remained—a piece of broken iron was embedded in its right eye, which seemed to be Part of its exposed eyeball had been cut off.

But this kind of eye injury, which can make ordinary people lose most of their combat power, seems nothing to Egrem. It just roared again, and then rode on its demonic horse to chase east.

Because at this time, Egrem could only see the backs of dozens of fast horses fleeing...

Sir Roland, his mentor and his apprentice, had already run back for a while.

In fact, the two of them didn't know that Aigrem was here.

It was night, and Egrim was shrouded in black mist again. Roland and Irano didn't see it at all, but saw a large group of fallen people gathered together.

Irano felt that she should try throwing some grenades first to see if she could lure these fallen ones away—she was not sure if the grenades would be effective.

The effect of the grenade was really good, she succeeded, and they didn't just lure away the group of fallen people, most of the fallen people around followed Egreme to chase them - as long as they had legs, they were running.

"Irano... you bring the heresy code to Lord Li Ang, and I will lure them away!"

Roland glanced back on his horse, threw the book to Ilano, and then took out the grenade in his arms—the grenade he was carrying hadn't been used yet, but the one Ilano was carrying was almost used up.

Ilano took the book, drove the horse to speed up, and went south alone through a small hill in front of him.

Roland, on the other hand, led twenty or thirty people straight forward, and headed east with Agram and countless fallen ones behind him.

……

On the altar, Oswood was still lying there, his big eyeballs without eyelids were exposed, but he could still see a dull expression.

His chest was still heaving, and he still hadn't turned into the Fallen or anything - the ritual was interrupted, he escaped.

But not dying doesn't mean you can live...

And probably worse than death.

All the Fallen who could move had left, leaving only Oswood—or a piece of flesh.

He twitched.

This 'man' who had been skinned and cut off almost all the external parts that could be cut off gradually moved his fingers as Egrem left.

Egrim's suppression on him disappeared, and he was already able to move.

But it was only able to lie down and move around, unable to walk, and could not even get up.

He was left with only one arm, all fingers had lost the first knuckles with nail caps, his feet were gone, and he had no epidermis all over his body.The lower body was already bald, blood covered the altar, and he was extremely weak.

He knows what happened to him, and he can see what he looks like now. The endless pain has been with him from the beginning to the end, and even penetrated into his soul.

However, he has not been in a coma, and the body's self-protection reaction has not taken effect.

Egrim made him experience the deepest despair and pain, just as he had ever inflicted on others.

Moreover, he also 'saw' other scenes in the black mist...

It was an endless abyss, a vaguely gloomy place, he didn't know what was inside, but he could feel extreme fear and oppression—almost the same as when he was facing Egrim.

While being tortured, Osswood wanted to die, and wanted to die as soon as possible.

But now, after Aigrem left, he didn't want to die anymore—it's always like this, the desire to die is only temporary, and after a while, he will return to the full desire to live.

Only now, he discovered a deeper despair.

His legs and right arm had been blown to shreds—at least five grenades landed on the edge of the altar, mostly around him.

Oswood is not Egrem, only one hand and two feet were shattered, but the chest and abdomen were not injured, so he was lucky.

However, due to the pain of being cut alive, Oswood didn't realize until now that his right arm and soles of his feet had been stuck to the altar, rotten into mud.

He could move, but he couldn't.

Without feet, without fingers, he couldn't even roll over or crawl.

Suddenly, he saw a light in the distance, as if someone was coming with a torch.

"……Help……"

Osswood shouted the word almost with the last of his strength.

"I seem to hear something... It seems that someone is calling for help?"

This is Lisa Dilan's voice.

He led the Noldor guards to follow Roland and his disciples all the time, and Li Ang also led the cavalry to the east to support them at any time.

Now that the fallen ones have been lured away, after avoiding the swarm of fallen ones, Risadilan is going to check to see if there are any fallen ones here, repair the wounded ones, and then follow up to meet Roland.

The Noldor Killer with excellent hearing heard the movement keenly.

"……Help……"

The faint voice came again.

Soon a host of the Noldor surrounded the small altar.

"According to Sir Roland's description of the heresy, it seems to be a sacrifice of the heretic's supplicant...Is he still alive? It's unbelievable..."

Lisa Dilan looked at the lump of meat on the altar.

"Give him a good time...it might as well be dead."

A Noldor ranger was a little impatient.

All the Noldor did not know that this was Osswood—it is impossible for anyone to know a piece of meat, and besides, the Noldor did not know Osswood at all.

"Tell me your name...we'll give you a good burial."

Lisa Dilan accepted the suggestion of his subordinates, and he also felt that it was the most merciful way to give this piece of meat a good time.

"I...Frey's...Orswood..."

The lump of meat made a weak voice intermittently: "...help me...I don't want to die...I have...a lot of money..."

"Oswood?"

Lisa Dilan was stunned for a moment, then smirked: "Okay, don't let him die, stop the bleeding!"