The Beyonder of Xingyue Gensokyo Chapter 1413

"Heretical magician, you have no escape."

The leading knight leader was probably in his thirties, and unlike those potbellied clergymen, these Templar knights were well-trained and resolute men. Compared with the black sheep among the clergy, most of these knights were Devout and brave believers.

Leonardo really wanted to say that he was just a magician, not worthy of the name of a magician. Luo Zhen’s education for him was the education policy of Xingyue World, so that he could clearly understand the gap between a magician and a magician. All magicians were called magicians, and he had just got used to it.

Secretly complaining, Leonardo didn't say a word, he was trying his best to recover his strength, even if he knew the hope was slim, he would never give up any hope of life.

This is also the result of his ten years of experience.

The templar knights surrounded Leonardo in a circle, and they approached Leonardo slowly. The methods of the magicians were too weird, and they didn't want to meet him because of their own carelessness when they had already won the victory. God.

Leonardo tried his best to find the gap, looking for the hope of survival, but looking at the densely packed knights in front of him, he finally had to smile wryly, silently preparing the magic trick, and decided to pull a few backs before he died.

When the knights were less than ten meters away from him, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly came, "...I'm really sorry, Yu's disciple can only be killed by Yu himself, and no one else has the right to decide his life and death .”

Leonardo was overjoyed, he looked up abruptly, and saw Luo Zhen who was wearing a pure white dress, standing leisurely on the top of the boulder.

"teacher!"

He shouted excitedly, with some guilt in his voice, it was the shame that he had not completed the task of the teacher.

Hearing the strange voice, the Templars raised their heads. Only at this time did they realize that Luo Zhen, who was standing at the peak at some time, the leader of the Templars shrank his pupils and blurted out: " ...The King of the Red Moon?!"

Luo Zhen's appearance has been exposed for a long time, and his appearance has been spread among the middle and upper levels of the church. The head of the Knights once saw a portrait of Luo Zhen.

"If you see your 'God', tell it, and one day Yu will kill it himself."

The God in Luo Zhen's words is naturally the king of demons. Without waiting for the anger of the knights who have been blasphemed, the pupil of his left eye shrank, and the next moment it suddenly bloomed, and the jet-black flames of destruction descended from the sky, and there was a miserable cry The cry sounded, it was the common wailing of the body and soul!

The shiny armor is like frost and snow that meets the sun, and it turns into water in an instant. The knight's long sword blessed with mysterious blessings, the body that has been sprinkled with holy water, and even the ground under the feet are also under this flame reduced to ashes.

One after another, the knights were shrouded in black flames and turned into piles of residue.

The Knights Templar, which made Leonardo helpless, was killed by Rozen's eyes in a single encounter.

However, the souls of these people have died, and I am afraid that they have no chance to meet their 'God'.

With a light leap, he jumped down from the top of the boulder. Rozen stood in front of Leonardo, looking at him calmly.

Leonardo lowered his head in shame and didn't dare to look at Luo Zhen. Facing this teacher who taught him the mystery, like a reborn parent, he was afraid and yearning like a child.

"You did a good job, Yu Zhi's disciple. You have completed this task, so starting today, you can become Yu's official disciple."

Luo Zhen's words made Leonardo stunned. He raised his head blankly and said inarticulately: "...Old, teacher... I, didn't I fail? I didn't help Dracula defeat the church. ..."

"Are you questioning my decision?"

"The disciple dare not!"

Lowering his head deeply in panic, Leonardo was humble.

"If the church can be wiped out so easily by you, then they were wiped out a long time ago... Yu asked you to help Dracula not to let you help him defeat the church, but to make him fall into despair."

Luo Zhen's tone was deep, and those cold words were like the cold wind blowing from the deepest part of hell, making Leonardo shiver.

"With your help, he is full of vigor and ambition, and now when he falls from the clouds to the depths of the earth, what else is there in his heart other than despair?"

Leonardo remained silent. He didn't know how Dracula provoked his teacher and was treated like this. He had worked with Dracula for ten years only because of Rozen's order, so for the future of that comrade-in-arms He didn't care, now that he had become a formal disciple of his teacher, that was what Leonardo was most happy about now.

Chapter 0117 Singing the Gospel in Hell

Withered vines, old trees and crows, maybe Dracula doesn't understand this poem from the East, but now he must understand the artistic conception.

"Don't try to be lazy, go quickly!"

'Snapped! '

There was a crisp sound of the whip hitting the body, and Dracula only felt his back stiffen first, followed by the burning pain that was transmitted to the brain through the bloodstain.

In the battle in the Valley of Despair, his last loyal troops were slaughtered. After Dracula beheaded an unknown number of Templars, he was exhausted and was about to commit suicide, but he was killed by a member of the Templars. The Grand Duke of Romania, who had traveled across the continent of Europe for the past ten years, became a prisoner.

Dracula resented himself very much, resented himself for being greedy and killed more lackeys of those churches, and fell to the fact that he could not live and die with his sincere subordinates, but was shamefully captured alive.

His hands and feet were tied with heavy chains, his clothes were ragged, his body was dirty, his hair was scattered like straw on his shoulders, his face was full of beards, his lips were dry and his body was covered with deep blood stains. But even so, even though he was already hungry and thirsty and was about to die at any time, he still insisted on telling these lackeys of the church with his last arrogance that he, Count Dracula, would never give in.

Walking all the way from the valley to his last cemetery, his nostrils were full of stench. It was the vicious smell of corpses that had not been buried for several days. Beside Dracula, carloads of corpses followed him. They are his sincere subordinates. Naturally, those who rebel against the church will not be respected. Their corpses will be exposed to the scorching sun together with Dracula, without any salvation.

Along with Dracula, there were countless subjects who once belonged to him. Their faces were dull, and the wealth they had accumulated was plundered by the church. Some of them were farmers, some were carpenters, some were adults, and some were children. Most people have never really fought against the church head-on, but as Dracula's subjects, these pagan churches are not prepared to let go.

The strength of the church was fully demonstrated in the battle with Dracula. The Ottoman Empire and the Holy Roman Empire, which had been eccentric to the church, were also silent at this time, and even sent their own troops to help the church capture Dracula's subjects and subordinates. The country is very good at adapting to the wind, and when the church is strong, it will never give birth to the slightest thought of resistance.

Dracula walked very fast, even if he hadn't eaten for a few days and only survived with a few sips of water, he didn't complain, didn't pray for a rest, but even so, the proud little boy with a long whip in his hand People still beat him from time to time, as if he felt indescribably excited to be able to abuse the once aloof Romanian Grand Duke in this way.

The sky at dusk was blood red, and the crows on the withered branches were neighing mournfully. Cries and pleadings came from time to time, but all the sounds stopped abruptly.

This is a large plain, the church's final execution ground for Dracula. On this plain, countless corpses were pierced by spears from throat to spine, standing horizontally on the plain like skewers of meat.

This is the origin of Dracula's other title, the Impaler. He always strung them up in a string and stood in an open space for people to watch in the face of his enemies, to warn those enemies who have unreasonable ideas about his country.

It's just that now the church is giving back to him in the same way, stringing his subjects on this plain like this. From time to time, civilians are brought here, and there are screams every moment. Pieces of corpses and rivers of blood under their feet made these lambs of gods more cruel than the demons in hell.

"...Don't look at it, you will be one of them soon."

The little man with the whip smiled slyly, but then he looked flattering as a Templar was walking towards him.

"Give him to me."

"Yes, yes, Lord Knight!"

Hastily handed the iron chain in his hand to the knight, and the templar gave Dracula a cold look, "...Let's go, our Lord Earl."

Like pulling a dog, the knight tightened the iron chain around Dracula's neck, and while Dracula staggered, he stepped on the sticky dead river under his feet and was brought to the dirty At the execution platform.

A cardinal wearing a red uniform stood there holding his nose. He glanced at the countless dead bodies around him in disgust, and urged the knights to push Dracula to the guillotine...

Taking out the official document already written by His Majesty the Pope, the cardinal slowly announced Dracula's crimes. As for what he said, Dracula, who was almost unconscious, did not hear clearly at all.

"Heretic Dracula, at the end of your life, is there anything else you want to say? Do you want to repent like God now? The merciful Lord will definitely accept your repentance and let you enter after you finish serving your sentence in hell. Heaven."

Dracula, who was already unconscious, finally heard the last words of the cardinal. He showed a mocking smile, licked the dry and cracked corners of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: "...repentance? No , there is only one thing I will do, and that is to curse God, I will curse you in hell, curse you, curse that hypocritical God!!!”

As if returning to the light, Dracula used the last flame of life to issue a curse of hatred.

The face of the cardinal who was originally disgusted changed. He didn't dare to let Draculado speak, but shouted loudly: "...do it!"

The axeman who had been prepared a long time ago raised the blunt big knife and swung it down suddenly!

Dracula didn't close his eyes, he stared wide-eyed and looked ahead, trying to keep the last picture of this world in his mind.