Bright Era

Outside the city, on the high hills, in the tallest tower of Dun Erke Cathedral, Archbishop Du Wen sat calmly on a large chair covered with red velvet, squinting at Dun Erke, which was full of flames. Several bishops in red robes stood respectfully beside him, hooking their waists slightly, not daring to make any noise.

After an unknown period of time, a middle-aged man wearing a black priest's robe walked up slowly and bowed to Du Wen respectfully.

"Master Templar, the riot in Dunelker is getting worse. We feel the evil aura, and creatures from the abyss are making trouble in it. Several mid- to senior generals in Dunelker's Cedar Legion have been attacked, and they have all been deposed. Lost all the cultivation base."

Du Wen squinted his eyes and gently stroked a fist-sized pale golden crystal bead in his arms. He said softly: "Then, let the riots continue. We only need to ensure that the evil will not invade the church. This is enough."

With a cold smile, Du Wen narrowed his eyes.

"The Cedar Legion has almost become the private legion of the little purple-eyed guy, and his henchmen are up and down. If this is the case, those evil creatures in the abyss, whatever they want to do, let them go. It's done. If the Cedar Legion is destroyed, it is the will of the gods. If they can survive tonight, we will fight evil again, because this is the sacred duty given to us by the gods!"

The cardinals all laughed gloomily. They don’t like the red-haired and purple-eyed guy who holds the power of the three northern provinces of the Gaul Empire, the boy named Arthur, behind him is the Temple of Retribution, and the bishops of Dunelker Cathedral, they either Born in the Temple of Dawn, or from the Pope's Chamber, Du Wen is the chief chapel of the church adjudication office, and they have always been wrong with the Temple of Retribution.

Even if 100,000 people in the Cedar Legion are dead, what does it have to do with them?

Du Wen was right. If the Cedar Legion were annihilated, it would prove that the creatures of the abyss are so powerful and evil. The more powerful and evil the creature of the abyss, the more credit will be gained when Dunelker Cathedral sends him to the torture frame! It would be best if the abyssal creature would carve Duner by half, that would be ideal!

When the citizens of Dunelker who are in despair see the church's reinforcements coming from heaven to disperse evil for them, they should immediately plunge into the arms of the gods? Every year their incense money will increase a lot, right? Those lovely Dunerke girls, will they also rush into the warm and generous chests of the messengers of the gods more enthusiastically?

The highest-ranking bishops of Dunelker Cathedral stood on the tower like this, quietly watching the evil raging in Dunelker.

Arda put Lillian, who had fainted, into the room carefully. Those fallen souls who had fallen into madness continued to flood into his body, his strength was rapidly increasing, and his physical fitness was greatly improved. Lillian groaned loudly and fainted because of his powerful dash in just a few minutes. Helpless Alda could only give up this wonderful enjoyment, and stood alone on the terrace naked.

There are dead people everywhere, and the air is filled with strong mental fluctuations from manic souls.

For ordinary people, they can't feel this kind of mental fluctuation. Even if they feel it, they will only passively fall into crazy epilepsy, and it will not benefit them. But for soul mage who practice soul secret arts, these extremely strong spiritual fluctuations are the best food for their souls.

Arda stretched out his arms and stood on the terrace, and the frenzied mental fluctuations that enveloped Dunerker were constantly being sucked into his body. Those dead souls, as long as their souls have even the slightest negative emotions of sex, killing, greed, and madness, these souls will be sucked into Alda's body and quickly become part of Alda's soul.

Those depraved negative soul powers are a sweet feast for demons. Alda's muscles were trembling, and his body was already full of strength. He faintly felt that as long as he wanted, he could break through to the holy realm!

But breaking through the holy realm under the nose of Dunelker Cathedral?

Alda hasn't been so arrogant yet!

Using the secret technique inherited in the blood of the Moon Demon clan, Arda stored the soul power that he could not transform in time in his curved horns and fleshy wings. When he gets to a safe place, he will release these powers and let himself step into the holy realm.

This is the horror of the soul mage, as long as they create a soul commotion of more than 100,000 people, their power will be rapidly improved. That's why the soul **** cult has evolved into the street-crossing rats that everyone in the western mainland shouts and beats, because they too like to beat all kinds of war riots, too like to cause people to fall, and too like to stir up trouble and set off a **** storm.

Arda was breathing deeply, the fallen soul, the manic spirit fluctuations, and the strong **** aura, all of which turned into black-red light with lavender aura and continuously injected into his body from the void. But there was fire in all directions, and there was a strong murderous intent tumbling everywhere, and Arda's act of extracting fallen souls was never noticed.

The clergy of Dunelker Cathedral felt the existence of evil, but they could not find the root of evil. On this night, Arda can enjoy his gluttonous feast and store his powerful soul power.

"Really... It's so delicious! It's a pity that the little guy Bilibili is not there, otherwise I will eat the soul, and he will eat the hearts of these guys. This is called waste utilization, and it is not wasted at all! If there is a blood If the demon is there, then even the blood of these guys will not be wasted. The blood of so many powerful fighters can make a blood demon break into the holy realm, right?"

"Of course, I have to say it again. If there is a succubus, even these guys will not be wasted!"

"It's amazing. Every part of the human body, flesh, blood, essence, and soul, is the best tonic for our demons! Even their ashes, those underworld demons can use their ashes to perform evil sacrifices to enhance their strength! Feces, human beings are full of treasures!"

Scratching his head hard, Alda showed a look of disgust: "Well, I admit that I was wrong! Even human feces, those worms... **** disgusting, sordid demons, Human feces are their paradise for cultivating larvae! Therefore, humans are really an extremely useful creature, and the value of humans to us is equivalent to the value of pigs to humans!"

Standing on the terrace and publishing a philosophical essay on human values, Alda breathed deeply, enjoying the powerful force that was constantly surging in the air. The light of the stars gently shone on him, washing his body, purifying his soul, and causing his body and soul to undergo a wonderful transformation.

A layer of dead skin slowly slipped from the surface of Alda's body, and his newborn skin became extraordinarily delicate and white, just like a baby's skin.

Enzo didn't have the leisure and leisure of Alda. He took Vic and the Six Musketeers in blood, and under the cover of the rioting crowd, he shuttled through the streets of Dunelker. He wants to find those who wantonly framed and humiliated him and his brothers one by one over the years, and he wants these guys to pay the price! The first thing he needs to find is the head of logistics of the Cedar Corps!

That **** fat-eared asshole, he even swallowed the pensions of war-dead soldiers! Even if Enzo let go of anyone, he would not let go of this guy who made money. He must die, he must be punished.

On weekdays, Vic deliberately collected information from the senior generals of the Cedar Legion. He took Enzo through the streets and lanes and quickly came to an intricate house near the center of Dunelker. This small three-story building with a small floor area, but extremely delicate and stylish, is a comfortable nest for the head of the Cedar Corps logistics to raise his mistress.

In this comfortable nest, the fat chief of the logistics department has a long-term fixed mistress, and occasionally several Dun Erke ladies come and go here. The Chief Fatty has mastered the food, clothing, housing, transportation and other matters related to money for the 100,000 people of the Cedar Corps. Every year, he has millions of golden coins flowing in his hands. This is for many people in Dunelker. It is full of attraction, so those ladies are also happy to exchange their delicate bodies for a few high orders from the Fat Chief.

Bringing a group of red-eyed soldiers to the outside of the house, Enzo yelled loudly: "A group of timid sailors hid in this house! Charge in, kill them, and avenge Colonel Bert. Revenge for my brothers!"

The army soldiers who had been fascinated by the medicine uttered the weird scream of "Ao Ao". Dozens of warriors armed with heavy axes took down the gate and a large section of the wall in one charge. Thousands of soldiers roared in and rushed in, raising the murder weapon and attacking all the ununiformed people in the house.

Fat Chief Gada had just violently exercised twice with his charming little lover, and both of them fell asleep faintly.

The killing sound shook the sky outside, but Gada didn't hear any movement outside. It wasn't until Enzo rushed into his bedroom with a large group of wolves and tigers that Gada jumped up in horror. He waved his hands blankly and watched the vicious group of soldiers scream meaninglessly.

Then the sword fell like rain, and Enzo slammed Gada's face with a sullen face.

"Gada, do you remember? How much money have you deducted from my brother's life over the years?"

Vic's dagger pierced deeply into Gada's heart, and the weapon of the Six Musketeers in the blood also pierced into Gada's body with terrible hatred.

Rebellion soldiers swept through the entire mansion, Enzo and Vic quickly scoured the most valuable part of the mansion, and then quickly led the rebellion soldiers to the next target. This time they had to deal with the major general of the staff of the Cedar Corps who made various plans of action. It was this guy who made a plan to die again and again, sending Enzo and others into desperation time and time again.

Today this night will be very long and many people will die.

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