Shaman from Afar

"Master Earl, what are you doing?"

In the dark street, a red-blooded old nobleman with a white beard and white beard stood angrily in front of Charlotte, and he was generously excited with a righteous expression; behind him was a group of trembling nobles, trembling and hugging. .

Holding a torch, the heavily-armed city defense team turned the lights on the street transparent, like daylight, but they still couldn't make them feel the slightest warmth in this midsummer season; on the contrary, only the icy cold of the bones.

"What should I do?"

The bristled Charlotte Turin sword raised his eyebrows, his eyes glanced over the faces of all the people present, and his stern expression gave people an almost sacred and inviolable majesty, which made the original noble old nobleman could not bear it. Looking down, she dared not look directly at her eyes.

"It seems that my housekeeper did not make things clear ... Charles, this is your dereliction of duty!"

"I'm terribly sorry, Count." The butler of the Red Blood Castle with his hands bowed to salute, and then looked at the old noble coldly: "But I remember clearly below, I told you the whole thing in detail; of course, I do n’t mind telling you all again in front of the count. "

"In the name of Charlotte Turin, Earl of the Red Blood Castle, we have received reliable information to prove that there is a group of heretics in the Red Blood Castle who believe in the evil gods in the name of the" Byan tradition "-and just now, these The heretics even stormed Bayern Cathedral, and at this moment the court knights of the count were trying their best to clear them! "

"In order to defend the Orthodoxy of the Holy Cross Church, but also for the stability and tranquility of the Red Blood Fort, we will severely trace any Red Blood Fort nobles who colluded with or even participated in these heretic believers; "

Vibrant words echoed over the street, and Charlotte, who stood by the sword, looked colder, staring at the old nobleman standing in front of her:

"Any questions, sir?"

"Question? No ... no, it's slandering!"

The old noble clenching his teeth shivered all over him, as if he would faint at any time: "All the nobles of the Red Blood Castle are your most loyal and loyal courtiers! The Turin family ... will they doubt the loyalty of the knights?

"of course not!"

The countess asserted without hesitation, but his eyes were sharper: "But the Turin family must also defend the empire's faith, the people's faith, and any heresy that threatens the church must be destroyed immediately and never be merciless!"

"I heard some rumors ... tell me, sir; are you and your family colluding with these heretics, or is your family also involved?"

"A nonsense, pure nonsense!"

The old nobleman quickly denied that he was shaking like a pendulum: "We are all your most loyal servants, and the most steadfast guardians and followers of the Holy Cross; we will never abandon our faith and believe in one. Heretic Evil God! "

"Very good, it seems that you have lived up to the trust of the Turin family." Charlotte raised his mouth coldly, with a smile of triumph in his smile:

"Have you heard, Charles? The courtiers of the Turin family are the most determined followers of the Holy Cross. There can never be any heresy-you must clarify those unnecessary rumors despite the investigation, and you are still innocent! "

"and many more--!"

Without waiting for the housekeeper to answer, the panicked old nobleman quickly stopped him; standing in front of the countess tremblingly, he could not even speak clearly:

"Although, although we are all the most steadfast believers in Holy Cross, we are also Bayerns; the legend of Brunnhilde is in Red Blood Castle, it is a household name throughout Bayern, and even more ... it is us A precious part of tradition! If you use this reason to trace, I am afraid ... "

"shut up!"

Charlotte burst into shock, and the cold blade suddenly fell down, as if knocked on the heart of the old nobility!

"You people ... The Turin family treats you well; but you, how do you return to the Turin family ?!"

"Where were you while Gaspar was taking advantage of me when I was not seizing power? Where were you when the vampire was rampaging the Red Blood Castle ?!"

"And when the heretics raided the cathedral, burned the sacred sanctuary, and stepped the majesty of the Red Blood Fort underfoot, what are you doing ?!"

"And now, my knights are fighting to defend the majesty of the Red Blood Castle ... so do n’t tell me any truth or traditions-anyone who dares to betray the Turin family, **** is your only way out! Charles! ! "

"In!" The butler stood up immediately.

"Do it!"

"Observe!"

The Countess, who was resolutely popular, raised the blade in his hand and placed it directly on the shoulder of the stunned old nobleman.

Charlotte Turin at this moment has already surpassed her own image in Charles's eyes, and it is no longer just the simple name "Count" can represent, just like a goddess ...

……………………………………

The loud blasting sound ended silently—even the altar, which was supposed to collapse, was intact, and no trace of cracks could be seen on the floor and the top of the head.

But the moment the dark-haired wizard raised his head, his eyes widened suddenly, and it took almost half a minute to realize what had just happened.

The seal of the cathedral was completely cracked!

The "silent" rune carved into the altar is the only power that can be used to suppress the void-within its scope, all non-physical existence will be completely wiped out; even in the hands of Loren Bright silver and dragon teeth are nothing more than ordinary spears and daggers in this altar.

Therefore, it is reasonable to say that at the moment when the rune was destroyed, the entire altar should be ruined ... Anyway, it cannot be as intact as it is.

in other words……

Brunnhilde ... The reaction of the power of the void that spread from the moment she was released was enough to restore the destroyed altar to its original state in an instant!

The cold, biting touch flowed from the back, leaving the black-haired wizard trembling ... It was like a tide, with inexplicable fear.

By the time Loren raised his head again, the altar in front of him had changed a bit-in front of his eyes, there was a huge statue of the Holy Cross.

The statue is too large, almost a stone standing in front of the altar.

Above the stele is a black-haired woman with white wings.

The black hair like a waterfall covers her slender figure, and the drooping head is buried in the chest; the huge wings are almost twice her body, and her arms are spread to the left and right.

Under the long black hair, it is so beautiful that it can be suffocating ... it may be too one-sided to say this, maybe because of the inexplicable fear from the heart, at this moment, Loren really ca n’t think of the second Descriptive words.

The dark-haired wizard kept his eye on him, and even forgot what he was about to do; his almost stagnant mind was telling himself what he saw in front of him was a true god.

The gorgeous breastplate fits her body, her bare arms and shoulders are white and delicate; a pair of slender and straight legs are outlined under the battle skirt, wrapped in completely tight armor and iron boots ... that is beyond imagination Armor seems to exist only in imagination and mythology.

That's right, as described in the legend of Byrne ... Brunnhilde, this is a real Valkyrie.

Riding a black horse, galloping on the dome; wielding a lance and a sword, sheltering all the **** knights;

Attacking all the way ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Invincible, the place that Tieqi has stepped on is the territory conquered by her;

At this moment, she was tightly bound to the Holy Cross statue behind her!

The joints of both hands, legs, and the slender neck are bound by heavy chains, tight as if to twist her body-just like the crucifix, it is going to endure for thousands of years and will never end. Endless penalties.

In the cold air, I suddenly wanted to sound a deep and familiar voice:

"Loren Turin ...

You must be very familiar with this scene? "...

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