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The granite steps of the Yongdong Imperial Capital Sanctuary had been stained red with blood, and the sweet smell in the air was a little pungent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There were many corpses lying on the ground—some of the Divine Punishment Army, some of the Cultists, some of their own people, and some of the Mojin Sandpeople. They died in a variety of ways, most of them with scorched marks on their bodies, and broken limbs and internal organs scattered everywhere. Farion knew that it was death from the impact and incineration of the blazing snow powder.

Every time he stepped on a step, he felt a slimy feeling under his feet. The will to fight of the Inquisitors and the faithful can be described as madness, and they still do not flinch in the face of the many slaves strengthened by the drug, and use their flesh as a shield to entangle the enemy to the death, just to give their companions the opportunity to stab the fatal blow - although the pill can make people full of strength and not afraid of pain, but the heart, neck and head are still the vital points, and Her Majesty has no extra armor to arm these cheap slaves.

If it weren't for the snow powder, the battle situation might be really difficult to say.

But we won...... Farryn's heart is burning like fire, we have won after all! The banner of the Queen of the Blue Water has fluttered at the head of the city, and the Church's toughest stronghold has not been able to withstand this wave of attacks. In this way, the Blacksail Fleet was freed from the deadlock of being besieged in the corner of the Grey Keep, and did not have to be exhausted little by little in the endless war of attrition with Tifeko.

The temple hall was also in a mess, the ground was full of shattered glass shards and blood stains, but he didn't care about this, he walked straight to the woman standing in the center of the hall, looking radiant, and knelt down on one knee, "Your Majesty, the four city gates have all fallen into the hands of Black Sail, and the King of Eternal Winter is yours." ”

"It's hard work, get up. Garcia held her hand in front of him.

Farrion gently took the Queen's hand, kissed it symbolically on the back of his fingers, and then stood up and stood at the other's side.

"Strange etiquette," said Kabala on the side, "why did you put on this appearance when you didn't touch her hand at all?"

This question was so abrupt that he couldn't help frowning, but the other party was the patriarch of the Sandstone Clan, and he couldn't reprimand her rudely in public, so he had to say coldly: "This is a common etiquette among nobles, representing politeness and respect, and it is rude to encounter it, and it is normal for you to not understand it as a sand people." ”

"Really?" she raised her eyebrows, pointing to her neck, "Obviously they are allies who fight together, and they have just finished the battle, so they want to put this kind of thing on me, the politeness and respect of the mainlanders are really incomprehensible." ”

Cabala had a ring of iron around her neck, bulging in the middle, which at first glance looked like an ornament, but Farion knew that it contained a stone of divine punishment. Except for the special key, it was difficult to untie the iron bar, and the key was in Garcia's hands. The other party is a witch, so naturally she should be cautious, but she does contribute a lot in battle, and without her commanding skills, those slaves with fierce snow powder would not dare to rush into the tight defense formed by the believers. He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute it.

"Well, don't argue over such a trifle," interrupted Garcia, "and don't forget what we're here for—can't you stand even a stone compared to the vastness of the land of existence?"

"I'm just saying casually," Kabala shrugged, "I hope you'll make good on your promise." ”

"Of course, this is the basis of our cooperation," the queen smiled slightly.

"What's next for Blacksail?" asked Farion.

"I'll talk about that later, but let's watch a good show for now. Garcia clapped her hands and instructed her guard, "Bring her up." ”

A moment later, two armored guards pressed a woman with her hands tied behind her back into the temple.

She was about thirty years old, with an ordinary appearance, brown hair scattered on the sides of her cheeks, and a golden church robe. This delicately made and elaborate garment is usually worn only by the bishop of Hermes, and at this moment, the ornate robe is torn in several places, and there are stains of blood on the periphery.

"Who is this man...... Bishop?"

"That's right," the Queen of the Blue Water curled the corners of her mouth, "I've checked with the local nobles to confirm that she is one of the three bishops of the Church, Lord Heather." She looked at the other person, "Well, I'm right, right?"

"......" Heather didn't answer, but Farion could see the mockery and disdain in her eyes.

Apparently, Garcia also felt this, and she chuckled twice, "I also don't think you will surrender, so in the heart of mercy, I bring you to the temple and send you back to the kingdom of God here." You can slowly beg the gods for salvation, or you can beg me for forgiveness. I will cut off your fingers, limbs, and facial features little by little, so that you can fully experience the pain and helplessness of the people of the Blue Water Harbor. ”

"And then?" said the bishop unexpectedly, "to be crushed to powder by the army of the Church, or do you plan to drift on the sea for the rest of your life and never come to shore?"

"You don't have to worry about that," Garcia motioned for his guards to move, "In contrast, the Church's army is now attacking Wolfheart, and Hermes is like an undefended city, which is much more important than my fate. I may not be able to set foot on the land of the new holy city, but I can still do it by razing the old holy city under the plateau to ruins. You've probably heard of the Styx water at the southernmost corner of the Grey Keep, which is extremely easy to ignite and difficult to extinguish. I've got a whole boat with me this time. ”

The guard drew his dagger, approached the bishop who was pressed to the ground, and cleanly cut off two of her fingers.

Heather gritted her teeth and didn't let out a cry of pain.

The Queen of the Blue Water stepped up the main staircase of the hall and sat on the wide throne, supporting her chin with her right hand with an expression of interest.

...... Three fingers again, and at this time, the other party's left hand had turned into a bare palm, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Heather's forehead.

"Do you have to do this?" Cabala shook her head, "If it weren't for the intimidation of the enemy or the torture of information, such pure torture would be unnecessary. ”

"Needless?" Garcia laughed, "you ought to tell her that, to know what to do to the witches who fall into the hands of the Church?" I guess you wouldn't be interested in knowing. ”

"Hahaha......" At this moment, Heather, who had lost ten fingers, suddenly burst out laughing, "You don't understand the greatness of the Church at all, and you don't understand how important everything the Holy City does. You are always in the company of ignorance, but you are ignorant of the impending destruction! Hermes will show you what true power is—that those who oppose the Church have no second outcome except destruction!"

"Yes......" Garcia said with a smile as she crossed her legs, "I'll see." ”

Until the archbishop died, he did not shout a word of begging for mercy. But to Farryn's surprise, she did not call out God's name in the hope of God's salvation. At the end, when Heather was about to lose consciousness due to excessive blood loss, her expression was terrifyingly cold, not like she was being punished, but as if she was watching a farce that had nothing to do with her—through those eyes, Farion seemed to see the future she had already destined.

This feeling made him feel inexplicably depressed, almost out of breath.

"Chop off her head and hang it at the door of the church," Garcia commanded, after confirming the bishop's death. Then she looked at Farryn, "Now we can talk about what's next." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty," he suppressed the discomfort that churned in his heart, "are you going to attack Hermes?"

"That's right, but not the whole army. She unfolded a cowhide map she had with her, "The Black Sail fleet left only a minimum number of sailors and some slaves from the East, and steered the fleet west along the river to the Old Holy City. And we headed straight south, across the Eternal Winter border, and our destination was Wolfheart City. ”

"Wolf...... Heart?" Farrion was stunned.

"I have made a deal with Wolf King," Garcia said bluntly, "and if I can help him thwart the Church's attack, he will help me take over all of Eternal Winter." In this way, if the Church did not withdraw its army, the ships would be loaded with scorching snow powder and Styx water enough to set the old holy city on fire—unlike the new holy city, it was a city without walls, and without gathering enough men, it would be impossible to stop the slaves from attacking from all directions. ”

"If they retreat, Wolfheart City will have a chance to breathe, and the two countries share a border, and they can join forces against the Church in the future!"

"That's true," the Queen of the Blue Water nodded, "and we can stand our ground in Eternal Winter." (To be continued.) )