It was not clear why the Grand Master had given this order, but after a little hesitation, Dillepo removed the mask from his face and turned to his men out of a knight's loyalty to the Templar Order.

Questioning one's lord is the greatest shame of being a knight!Dillepo was ashamed of his hesitation.

"Bang!" the sound of the visor and helmet colliding with each other made a beautiful sound unique to the war of soldiers.

"My lord is above!" Dillepo drew his sword at his waist and rode his horse to lead his men towards the surrounding tents.

He was ordered to kill the nobles who did not wear the Black Cross, not necessarily all of them, but only what he saw.

Why he did this, to form a grudge against the greatest power in the principality, he did not know, and he did not need to know.

On the battlefield, he is a soldier and only needs to carry out orders.

As for how to distinguish the difference between a noble nobleman and an ordinary person, it is also very simple. First, the armor on the nobleman's body is gorgeously dressed, second, the nobleman's armor generally has his own family coat of arms, what if the nobleman does not come out of the tent, there is also a way, third, the nobleman's tent also has a family coat of arms.

The badge that was originally intended to highlight his identity became an item for his own death at such a moment.

"It's the Templars!" a group of soldiers, awakened by the commotion, rushed to the site of the attack on a pot-bellied nobleman, but just as they were halfway there, they suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves behind them.

Red cross-stitch on the robe. The shield held in the left hand is also a red cross, and the back is draped in a cross linen trench coat. There is no doubt that such an obvious outfit must be the group of Knights Templar. What does the red cross symbolize? Maybe blood?!

Although their group of soldiers were all nobles' attendants. But in front of the knights of the Templar Order, their status is a little inferior, and the knight is a real person with status, even if it is only the lowest level of the nobility.

"Master, let's get out of the way. The squire said to the arrogant nobleman next to him.

His arrogance does not come from his own strength, but from the blood of the same color as ordinary people, but it is called noble.

"Hmm. No matter how dissatisfied this nobleman was, he actually wanted to make way for a group of martial artists, but after seeing the menacing group of knights, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Even though he knew that they weren't for him, he didn't know why he always felt a sense of trembling.

"Tsk......" Dillepo looked at the nobleman who had retreated and spat disdainfully.

This hapless fellow is his first prey, and perhaps the beginning of the feast tonight.

"Pick up the ......" Dilpo slowly picked up the spear in his hand, and then lowered the tip of the rifle slightly and aimed it at the group of people in the group.

The knights behind Dilepo followed his example and pointed their spears at the group, each with a hint of amusement in their eyes. It's like the feeling of a lion on the prairie looking at its prey.

"Hey !!" saw the actions of Dillepo and the other Knights of the Templars, and the pot-bellied nobleman was obviously taken aback.

"What are you doing like this?" shouted the nobleman in the crowd. His voice was a little sharp, as if he was being pinched, and the sound he made was uncomfortable.

"My lord, we are carrying out orders," Dillepo's playful voice rang out. Beneath the visor, there was a hint of evil in Dilpeau's eyes.

"Put down your spears quickly, do you want to kill the nobleman?" said the nobleman, though his heart trembled. But the crowd of soldiers around him gave him some peace of mind.

Would this knight dare to attack the nobles in such a daze, at least he did not think that Dillepo would have the courage to do such a thing.

"Yes, my lord!!" said Dillepoult's voice at a high pitch. The strength of the riding spear in his hand increased.

"Charge!" Dilrepo ordered the knight behind him.

"Charge!!"

"Charge!!"

"What do you want? bastard! put it down!!" the nobles were visibly flustered, were the knights all crazy, or were the Knights Templars crazy?

"Poof!!! a mounted spear with enhanced piercing ability after moving at high speed, without any hindrance, directly penetrated the chest of the soldiers guarding the nobles.

The power of the high-speed charge even allowed the rifle to penetrate the head of the spear. He plunged deep into it, and even his ribs and kidneys were disturbed.

The half-drooping, half-connected bones were exposed to the air in this way, and the blood vessels that were still flowing one second ago poured the blood flowing in the body into the air at this moment.

"Ah!!" has always been pampered and has experienced the baptism of war, and even now he is full of enthusiasm to move towards the riots, just to be able to show his loyalty in front of Aimo, and he will not be hurt by everyone anyway......

But he didn't think that the damage on the battlefield would not come from the enemy's sword, but from the dark arrow of his own people.

As the popping sound continued, the accompanying rifles continued to be inserted into the soldiers' chests, and although the soldiers tried to resist, this resistance was undoubtedly in vain. How many units in this camp could rival the Templars, who had undergone a military education since childhood?

Even if they were lucky enough to avoid the piercing of the first lance, the second lance that followed them would send them to heaven.

"You...... You guys...... I am a nobleman! It is illegal to kill a nobleman!!" It is only when something threatens one's interests or life that people suddenly remember the role of the law.

"Indeed, you are a noble nobleman. Dillepo groaned.

"Yes, yes, I am your ......," the nobleman saw that things might turn for the better, and stressed loudly with joy on his face, and when he was about to tempt him with benefits, he suddenly felt a little cold in his heart.

"That's right. You're a nobleman, but we're soldiers!!" Dillepo slowly pulled out the sword that had been inserted in the nobleman's chest. The gushing blood stained the coat of the mount beneath him.

"Keep going!" the squad of the Knights Templar, having completed a killing, continued to gallop through the camp. Tonight is destined to be a night without rest. Even though the stars in the sky have been buried by the wind and sand, the sword shadow of the sword light flashes in the camp. Then the chaos caused by the attackers, a massacre of the old nobles in the camp is in full swing.

"You must be confused, my uncle. Alphonse slowly walked into Aimo, who was tied up and lying on the ground.

"Woo woo woo ............" Aimo had a ball of sackcloth stuffed in his mouth, and although he tried desperately to make a sound and attract the attention of outsiders, it was completely ineffective.

"What do you want to say, Lord Count?" Alphonse slowly crouched down, looking at Aimo with an ant-like look.

"Woo woo............" But the answer was still Aimo's unclear whining.

Alphonse, who had been squatting on the ground, propped his knees with his hands. Gently propped himself up.

"I know what you're trying to say!" Alphonse's eyes widened as if he had come to realization.

"You must be trying to tell why I suddenly appeared in your tent and tied you up, right?" said Elmo and nodded fiercely when he heard Alphonse say this.

"Then I'll sue you............" Alphonse tilted his head slightly and squinted at Aimo.

"Because ah......"

"Bang!!" Alphonse kicked Amor in the face without warning, and Amor felt a sharp pain in his face, and Alphonse's hard boots made a cold and merciless contact with his face. He felt as if his lips were covered in a viscous and fishy liquid, and his eyes were starting to blur a little.

"Wooh!!h The sharp pain on his face made his whole body break out in a cold sweat of pain.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to eradicate you, I'm going to turn your life into death!" Alphonse squatted down again. Aimo, who looked at the roll on the ground like the humblest of creatures, stretched out his hand.

"Woo~~!!!" Aimo felt a sharp pain in his head, and his proud cool red hair was being grabbed by Alphonse in his hands.

Alphonse grabbed Elmo by the hair and pulled his head up, raising it to the same height as his own face.

Because Aimo was lying flat on the ground. His hair was pulled up and dragged in the air, so this pain can be imagined.

Aimo was at eye level with Alphonse. They looked at each other. Aimo noticed that Alphonse's eyes, which were usually a little sluggish. Now it has become as sharp as a dagger, revealing a bloody aura.

"Woo-woo............" Aimo's mouth whined like a dying beggar. He wanted to pray that the young man in front of him would spare him. Let go of yourself as a courtier, this vassal.

"Hey............ Alphonse let out a creepy laugh as he looked into Elmo's terrified eyes.

He slowly pulled out the dagger he pinned to his waist and pressed it against Elmo's lower eyelid.

The restless Amor suddenly fell silent, his pupils slowly contracting, and he looked at the dagger against his eyelid with fear.

Although Aimo's face was mixed with the filth of blood and dirt, it did not hinder his feeling for the cold dagger in the slightest.

"Do you know what I'm trying to do?" Alphonse said in a gentle tone.

His Excellency the Earl wanted to shake his head, but when he saw the tip of the dagger, which was less than half a centimeter from his eyeball, he still did not make a move to shake his head or nod his head. For if he made the slightest movement of his own, no matter how small, he believed that the dagger would cut through his eyeball like a piece of paper.

"So you don't know, you scold me to sue you......" Alphonse smiled evilly.

!!!!!!!!!!The dagger against Elmo's eyelid slammed upward, piercing the eyeball and sending out pools of red liquid.

"Woo woo............!!!!!!!!! what that feels like. Aimo couldn't describe it, he only felt a sharp pain in his eyes. The moment the sharp pain came, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

The sight of his right eye suddenly lost its light, and streams of blood were pouring out of his eyeball, which had been broken with a large hole. A lot of tears also flowed all over his face, a sore pain came from his nose involuntarily, and the filthy snot spurted out suddenly. Blood, sweat, tears, and snot from his right eye mixed with his somewhat handsome face. When he was young, Aimo was recognized as a beautiful man in the principality, and now......

"Oops...... It's dirty. Alphonse let go of his grip on Aimo's hair and stood up.

Her hair was suddenly let go, and Elmo's face was twisted by the pain and fell straight to the ground.

As he fell to the ground, Aimo continued to writhe frantically, rubbing the ground with his empty right eye socket, hoping to numb the wound with the frantic rubbing, but it was obvious. It's stupid, he's just adding to his own pain.

"Hey.................." Alphonse let out an uncomfortable laugh at Elmo.

There are times in this constant laughter, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes excited, sometimes desolate......

He kicked Aimo again with his hard black boots, and then stomped them on the back of Aimo's head.

"It's not enough, it's not enough. Not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough. Not enough, not enough, not enough. It's not enough, it's not enough........................" Alphonse repeated words that were difficult for others to understand. While driving back and forth on the back of Aimo's head with his boots, Aimo's blood-soaked face and eyeballs made painful contact with the ground.

The blood on Aimo's face continued to rub against the ground as Alphonse's boots drove back and forth. The punctured eyeball was hanging out. But now it was slowly crushed and crushed on the ground, mixed with a large pile of filthy liquid seeping into the ground.

".................." Sebas stood quietly on the sidelines, watching this rare scene.

In order to prevent the sound from coming out of the tent, Sebas deliberately made a small magic array to isolate the sound.

In this case, no matter how terrible the screams of the people in the tent were, it would not be possible to get out, and of course, the current Aimo could only be covered and whining at best.

Alphonse was now insane, and an indescribable pleasure came over him as he saw his once-formidable rival fall under him and groan. The more gloomy Aimo's face became, the more excited he felt, perhaps only the pain of the enemy could give him pleasure. "Isn't that going to work?, Lord Count, I'm looking forward to your screaming!!" Alphonse lifted his foot and kicked Amor again, who was squirming on the ground with pain.

"Ahhh!!!h

Heart-rending screams rang out in the tent, and if it weren't for the effect of the soundproof magic array, such screams would definitely spread throughout the barracks. However, the soldiers on duty outside the tent did not notice the abnormal movement in it, and had to admire the sound insulation magic cast by Sebas for being very effective, and the sound world inside the tent was completely isolated from the sound world outside the tent.

"Scream!!Keep screaming!!Hurry!!I can't help but continue to listen to your screams!!" Alphonse's eyes were red, and he usually looked a little weak, but at this moment, his body burst out with amazing strength.

"Ah!!h The pain made him regret why he had just spit out the sackcloth in his mouth, and if he had bitten the sackcloth, the pain might have decreased.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

The pain of shattering the eyeball in the eye socket, the pain of being kicked by a hard boot, the pain of being stepped on and rubbing against the ground on the face, the pain of having the bridge of the nose broken, the pain of being defeated by the humiliation of being defeated by the idiot I used to think of............

"Good!!good!!!" Alphonse smiled wickedly and madly at the corners of Alphonse's mouth as he looked at Aimo rolling like maggots on the ground.

Alphonse stretched his arms outstretched. He closed his eyes and listened to Aimo's screams, and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face. This look is as fanatical as the believers who are said to have listened to the preaching of the Son. He slowly walked to the corner of the tent and picked up one of Elmo's favorite swords.

The sword is one hundred and twenty centimeters long. It's a slender and sharp sword, but now it's going to be used against its owner, which is really not funny at all.

"Whew!" Alphonse drew his ornate sword and walked towards Elfon step by step, ready to do something more comfortable for him, but Elfon, who was rolling on the ground with his eyes closed, did not see Alphonse's actions. If he saw it, Aimo's screams would definitely be even louder.

"Bang!!!" Alphonse, who came to Aimo's side, found that Aimo still hadn't found himself, so he slapped Aimo's cheek with his sword, and the sound of steel and flesh colliding was so pleasant. The blood-stained cheeks gave the sword a layer of red marks attached to it.

After feeling the burning pain on his face, Aimo finally found the person standing in front of him with a long sword, this young man used to be so small in his eyes, except for his identity and incomparable beauty, there was nothing for Aimo to be jealous of, but now, this young man actually controlled his own life and death.

"No............ No, you're going to ...... Do...... Do...... What?" Aimo said in a staccato voice, screaming again from the pain in his body.

Look at Aimo's face as his skin peels off from rubbing against the ground. Alphonse looked disgusted, he liked to torture his enemies, but he didn't like imperfections. The red flesh was completely exposed to the air without the cover of skin. A fishy smell emanated from above. There was not a single intact skin on Aimo's face, muscles and blood were smeared everywhere on his face, on the bridge of his nose. even revealed the eerie miserable white bones.

"What am I going to do?!Guess!!ahh!!hh With that, Alphonse paced lightly behind Aimo.

The young king held his sword aloft and pointed it at Aimo's ankle. Hit it hard.

"Ah!!!!!h

Alphonse had a weak physique and much less strength than people of his age, so the sword did not cut off Aimo's ankle entirely, but only deeply embedded it in Aimo's ankle bone.

This pain is far more painful than cutting off the ankle in its entirety, which is cut in half from the middle upwards, and the nerves that carry the pain dutifully carry out the unbearable pain.

"Cut ......" Alphonse's face still showed a fanatical attitude, and he was not annoyed by not cutting off Aimo's ankle this time, but the curvature of his mouth rose more and more.

"Looks like I need to work up, Sebas. Alphonse glanced his head behind his shoulders and looked at Sebas with wicked eyes.

"If that's what you're thinking, I'll help you, Your Majesty. Sebas looked at Alphonse with interest. What he loves most is watching people go crazy, which is one of his greatest pleasures, and Alphonse is in a good condition that satisfies him well.

"Ah!!!h

He looked down, and the nerves in his brain collapsed again because they couldn't bear the stimulation. He saw Alphonse holding his sword, slowly sawing it at his ankle, little by little, just like those who cut down trees with saws. Alphonse's sword had turned into a saw, his ankles had turned into trees, and the blood that was constantly spilling out was a flurry of sawdust.

"Click. With a click, Elmo's ankle was sawed off by Alphonse, like a tree cut down in the forest.

"Kill...... Ahh!......hh Kill me!!!!" The blood and tears in Aimo's eyes couldn't help but flow out, and his face was mixed with a pile of filth.

"Oh, Sebas, he said I should kill him, what do you say?" Alphonse ignored Aimo and turned his head to look at Sebas.

"Feel free to do so, Your Majesty. Sebas bowed slightly, giving a perfect smile. (To be continued......)