I Am Louis XIV

   Chapter 159 Black Death (8)

In such chaos, it is impossible for the mob, who have not received any training and will not obey orders, to understand or understand what is going on. Of course, the Black Death posed a greater threat to them than arrows. The threat of arrows and swords, but the kind of monster that should only appear in the intimidation of priests is greater than the threat of the Black Death, just like some strong gangsters are not afraid of sharp blades, but because of a drooling mouth It's just that in the dark corridor, the people behind can't see what's going on in front of them, all the people are crowded inside, the torches also fall to the ground and then go out, in the dark those monsters are even worse. It was a delightful feast—and then suddenly there was a silvery white light, people cheered with weeping, and a monk came out, holding a long arrow like a big cross, not only with the black stench of monsters on it. , and also has the blood of human beings - after all, in such a crowded place, it is impossible to avoid innocent people and kill demons.

But at this time, no one would care whether the monks also hurt the devout believers. After all, according to the church, all those who suffered from the Black Death are guilty, and the survivors will only be glad that they did not fall. The people under the sword, they desperately retreated to both sides of the corridor to make way for the monks - "Look," General Seemberg in the main building of the castle couldn't help but say: "Even me, I would be surprised... intentional. Casting a plague is something that even the demons in **** can't do, and even if they are in high positions, they are still mortals, aren't they afraid of the blow that will fall on their heads at any time?"

"You can't say that," Amon said with a smile: "The rot bracelet was originally one of the thirteen holy artifacts of the blood race. To say that the devil in **** has never used it would be nonsense, but it was really nonsense at that time. It is used to attack those believers, shake their confidence or take their lives, at least as far as I know, the Nophele who originally helmed it has used it several times to threaten the church or attack other clans— Ah, don't look at me like that, it's mainly the secret party that cares about this. Although we can hunt as much as we want in cities where plagues are spreading, humans are like cattle and sheep to us. We certainly treat humans as food. , as a toy, but we also care about the fruit in the pastoral area, hoping that they will grow fat, and the plague that will cause mass death is not our usual method."

General Schumberg froze for a moment. He didn't expect this vampire to speak so frankly... These crazy things, his throat wriggled uncomfortably. In fact, as a Protestant, he was very concerned about the church. The longing is not as good as those of the lambs of the church, but it is beyond his imagination to discuss things peacefully in a small room with one, no, many vampires.

The Duke of Orleans was silent and his face was frosty. Before he was angry, he still had a subtle expectation - after all, he did not have another soul. Like the Queen Mother Anne, he was a devout, and now whether it is his royal brother, Or the Roman Church had exposed too many things before him - but even if he didn't want to believe it, the presence of a monk who could defeat the monsters was already a solid proof.

Everyone knows that when the Black Death was spreading, the only thing the priests and bishops of the church could do for people was to hold a mass of repentance and prayer. Although people today must scoff at it, at that time, But people are bound to fall at the feet of the church when a crisis comes. The priests of the church often say that only pain and danger can strengthen a person's faith. This is not just for those ascetic monks, so in history. It is an indisputable fact that when famines, plagues and wars are rampant, the power of the church will also become stronger.

But when it comes to dealing with and containing the plague, I mean, the more real parts, like finding sick people, blocking houses, burning and dumping dead bodies, etc., are all presided over by the king's officials, the beak doctor. Execution, done by hired civilians, the priests will never appear in places that may bring them danger, unless they have other plans. Before, the Duke has heard that there are priests among the refugees. The point is already suspicious enough that there are still monks and knights with extraordinary powers here - it can only be said that the church also thought of that, for the Duke of Orleans, King Louis XIV will use those powers in the dark.

"Can you leave them all here?" The Duke of Orleans looked down from the window. The monks had stepped out of the corridor. The holy white light in the darkness was constantly lit, and the mob followed them, as if following With the youtai people of Moses, their emotions were stirred up again, even more intensely than before - "six monks," Amon said: "twelve knights, the Church of Rome is quite generous this time," because the religious The relationship between the monks of the Inquisition and the Roman church has never been so harmonious, so the Roman church has always been very stingy with the extraordinary power in its hands, "but they probably know Theoderic, but they don't know that I will be here too." The Prince of Michy went on to say that, indeed, his relationship with the king remained in most people's minds with Prince Condé—the Prince of Concey who was able to start a second slinger riot, with whom the prince would put him and several others together. A heartfelt servant brought out Wansen Castle with a great deal.

   "Then," Amon slowly lowered the curtain that had been pulled up by a gap: "Half of you, half of me?"

  Theodoric glanced at him, "I don't know if I should trust you."

   "You should trust me, Theo," Amon said, "I like little Louis very much. If he loses his most beloved brother, he will be very sad."

   "Then don't play games," Theoderic said slowly.

Amon let out a hoarse laugh. When he pulled out a doll from under the cloak, none of the humans present could react - the colorfully decorated, clown-like doll landed directly on the Duke of Orleans On the neck, and then snapped at his neck, when Schumberg suddenly pulled out the pistol, it had completed its mission and fell back to the owner, with a spell, its body suddenly elongated and changed color. , became the second Duke of Orleans in full view.

   The real Duke of Orleans pressed the wound on his neck and looked at the mirror that did not exist. The "Duke of Orleans" smiled at him, showing sharp teeth. The former's heart was beating violently. When the king was assassinated in Dunkirk, he was in Paris. Later, although I heard that the king had set up a puppet in Dunkirk, the queen mother and the bishop strictly forbade him to leave. Paris, so he couldn't see it with his own eyes either.

"Just in case," said Amon, "keep it under control." Theodoric said that his slender cane, the sacred relic of the Vandra family, could induce extraordinary powers in creatures or humans His spiritual staff, lightly tapped on the wall, turned into a black mist, pouring out of the room from the gap in the window. Amon shook his head, and the servant beside him pulled up a black cloak and covered the golem - the golem couldn't turn into a black mist or a bat with the vampire, and two Zmish vampires followed him quickly After running out, General Schumberg grabbed the short spear and followed with gritted teeth. After a few seconds, he returned to the room: "They went to the side door."

Then he sighed uncomfortably. He was not French before, and he was not an important minister when he was in Austria, so he knew about these things later than the Duke or other marshals, and the impact on him tonight was even greater. , even if he knew that now is not the time to pay attention to faith or dark creatures... But Philip saw his hidden fear and smiled reassuringly: "Just think of them as another kind of mercenary."

   "I wish I thought so," said Schumberg, self-deprecatingly. Although he was called a general, he was also a mercenary. "What do we do now? Your Highness?"

"Wait," said the Duke. "This is not a battle we can intervene in." He leaned forward and blew out the candle on the desk. The room was suddenly dark. In the darkness, the Duke of Orleans took hold of the The short spear, unlike General Schumberg, he holds the short spear, not to aim at the enemy, but to aim at himself, if this battle is the victory of the church, or if those dark creatures have any other intentions, Then he will kill himself first, even if self-termination of his life will make him sink in purgatory for tens of thousands of years, he must do so, and he must not become a bargaining chip used by others to blackmail or slander the king.

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The priests here are just one step away from successfully expelling those monsters, and they can even glimpse the lights streaming from the windows of the main building before the black fog or bats fall in the crowd, causing even greater panic. But in such a gap of a hundred steps, they fell short because of the appearance of the real vampires. The priest headed was the proud disciple of Barras. As soon as he realized this, he left the people behind him without hesitation. —Anyway, these were sinners who were not religious enough and thus suffered from serious diseases. They passed over their heads and rushed directly to a group of people who were leaving the main building.

The "Duke of Orleans" transformed from Amon's golem has long light hair and a black cloak. He is surrounded by officials and knights. He meets the priests on a narrow path. The priests smile. Of course, they can't correct the king. , but everyone here can prove to them that dark creatures have crawled out of this castle - this castle with the protection of the Virgin should be as pure and indestructible as any holy place, and the appearance of these monsters can only prove that here Someone must have colluded with the devil. They may not be able to directly judge a blood prince (referring to the person who has the right to inherit the throne), but they can shake the foundation of the monarchy, just like the riot ten years ago, and let the arrogant Louis XIV well. suffer the pain of a blasphemous sin.

This made them lose their due caution. When they hunted others, they didn't realize that they had fallen into a snare. When the leading priest rushed over frantically and caught the neck of the Duke of Orleans shrouded in the snow-white lace collar , the noble head turned a hundred and eighty degrees and bit his throat.

Amon showed a terrible look, of course not because of this scene, but because the golem still used the face of the Duke of Orleans. Orleans tools and Louis still have some similarities. This posture is extremely weird, and naturally it has nothing to do with elegance. While complaining, he restored the golem to its original state, and then took off the palm-high golem from the neck of the priest who couldn't close his eyes. "Why," he asked affectionately, "Your teacher Didn't I mention this to you? I thought this was your homework?"

  Barras did say that, after all, the blood race is one of the well-known dark creatures, and the Thirteen Holy Artifacts are even more famous, but shouldn’t the golem belong to Prince Zmish? As a member of the Demon Party, even if the Prince of Zmich is not in a life-and-death relationship with Prince Vanderbilt, at least they both hate each other, and insiders have also said that Prince Zmich once helped the king's enemy Kong On behalf of the prince, why is he here...

The last thoughts were suddenly cut off. Amon straightened his body, ignoring the objection of the golem, and stuffed it into his pocket, pressing its head to keep it from coming out. Speaking of which, he once wanted to leave it to him. The king, but was firmly rejected by Louis, which is a bit unfair, why can that cat boy stay with the king? It's no cuter than a golem...

"His Royal Highness?" A Zmish man asked anxiously, and then Amon looked at the crowd. After losing the leader, the monk seemed to have lost the courage to fight. "The church must be poisonous," Amon muttered. If it was the Inquisition, they would definitely fight them to the death, but as long as they go to Rome and become vassals of the church, these originally strong and determined people will slowly lose their original brilliance like pearls. To run away: "It's so disappointing," Amon said, "Well, you can do whatever you want today!"

   His answer caused Zmish's clan to shout excitedly.

A Fan Zhuo was confronting a monk, but he saw his opponent's face showing horror, and then a flash in front of his eyes, the monk had been thrown to the ground, his silver cross sword had penetrated the vampire's waist and abdomen, and the wound was bruising. The rustling sound, obviously expanding, and emitting terrifying black smoke, but the vampire didn't seem to notice it at all, just bent down and ripped open the other's throat to **** his hot blood, more powerful than mortals The blood poured into the vampire's throat, filling his missing body—the wound was scorched black and shrinking like slowly burning paper, while the other side was squirming and growing like a colony of bacteria, it was like an alternative competition— Just look at the end... oh, it was Zmish's vampire who triumphed in the end, his wounds finally fully healed before the monk became a shriveled husk.

   "Mad," said the Vandra tribe. He looked back and found that almost all the surrounding areas were occupied by the cheerful Tsmish tribe.

   Sorry, the computer crashed once today, and it is only restored now. I will add another chapter tomorrow to apologize.

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