Tyrant Code

A day after Aldrich Finn released a poor priest.

early morning.The cold winter wind blows the dead trees to whimper, a few sparse stars hang on the blue-gray skyline, and the skylight shrouds the surrounding scenery in gray tones.

While patrolling along the river bank, legionnaires discovered the body of a man.

His hands and feet were tied behind him, and he was curled up. His skin was dark and lifeless. His facial features were swollen with water and a large blood stain in his throat made it difficult to identify the appearance of the corpse, but the soldiers of the legion still It was soon discovered that this person was one of the poor priests released yesterday.

The tragedy of his death made the sergeants who saw this scene feel a little shuddering.

It's not that they haven't seen dead people on the battlefield, but they seldom see such a hideous death face: the eyes of the corpse are turned upside down, revealing only a miserable white area, the muscles on the face are twisted due to pain, and the corners of the lips are slightly twitching. Smiling... Looking at the remains of the corpse, he seemed to have just died, but judging by the degree of corruption of his body, it seemed that he had been dead for at least a day or two.

All in all, very suspicious.

The sergeants reported the situation to Casal Moran.Kasar's first reaction was to increase vigilance, and asked the sergeants not to draw water from that river, but asked the soldiers to walk a longer distance to fetch water from the mountains farther upstream.

He met yesterday's new bishop, Aldrich Finn, in the military tent where he was discussing tactics.

The old man was still dressed in a black robe, giving people the same feeling as yesterday.The only thing that can be said is that, perhaps after a night of recuperation, the old man's eyes look more energetic, which is completely different from the dazed chaos of the same age-he is simply radiant.But the radiance is not incomprehensible.Aldrich has survived to this age and finally sat on the bishop's position. He is also prosperous in his old age and has encountered the second spring of his life. It would be strange if he has been depressed all the time.

"Good morning, Your Excellency." Aldrich greeted him proactively.

"...Actually, here, it's more appropriate for you to call me Legion Commander." Kasar narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

"Haha, then the Legion Commander. However, there is no difference. Everyone in the world knows that this land will soon be owned by the Moran family." Aldrich waved his hand boldly, "Isn't it a matter of time?"

"This territory was awarded to Gordo by His Majesty the King, not to my family." Kasar turned around and replied, the long sword with him made a dull sound with the changes in his body movements.His burly but slender figure, as well as those glacier-like eyes, are invisible to release a sense of oppression to the people around him.

Aldrich Finn subconsciously evaded the opponent's sharp edge, but only held a string of wooden rosary beads in his hand, continued to look like a saint, and smiled quietly.

"Our soldiers found a dead body on the river bank this morning. It is the sheep you 'relegated to the flock' yesterday." Kasar said in a deep voice, "Do you have any thoughts on this? It seems that you borrowed The plan to convert the flock with the Gospel is not going so well."

The priest who died was obviously executed by his furious companions and then thrown into the river.

Aldrich smiled slightly, and said as a matter of course:

"The ones who can be influenced by the Gospel can only be people, not the real flock. If they cannot accept the Holy Lord's inculcation... that just means that they are not qualified to be human. As for the young man who died yesterday, it is just An indispensable martyr."

Casar: "So you don't plan to continue selecting prisoners for probation?"

Aldrich: "I don't plan to. This kind of thing is enough once. Even if the Holy Lord comes in person, the mercy that can be given is limited, let alone I am just a mortal."

Casal: "...Then when do you plan to go back home?" The subtext is why are you here, you can't be on vacation, right?

Aldrich Finn smiled mysteriously, bowed, and said, "I will bless you and your legion here. I hope the Holy Lord can hear my pious request and bring you good luck." .”

Cassar disagrees.

This old guy is the Pope's old department, and it would be good if he didn't curse the entire army of the Legion behind his back.

What Casar Moran did not expect was that riots broke out within the rebel army that day.

Across the river bank, the entire legion could see the smoke rising from the castle, as if something was on fire.But the confusion and noise seemed to last only a moment, and soon they could no longer observe other traces.However, this moment of turmoil is also good news for the Legion, indicating that the time for them to launch a surprise attack is coming soon.

Soon, several more bodies were thrown out of the fence on the other side of the river.This time, their death was even more tragic, as if they had fought fiercely before they died.

After listening to his subordinate's report, Casal looked thoughtfully at Aldrich who was consoling the sergeant in the distance - of course Aldrich did not come empty-handed this time, he brought the sergeant A lot of food and fine wine, claiming that these foods can be eaten now, and the fine wine is reserved for the moment when they celebrate their victory-it has to be said that the people who are mixed up in the Holy See talk and do things in the same way, on the surface Can't find anything wrong with it.

Casal did not expect that after Aldrich came, the rebels on the other side of the river seemed to really start to panic.But is their confusion really due to the "gospel" that Aldridge spread to the crowd?

At the same time, the rebels are experiencing a nightmare in the Doron family's castle.

"Adaoli, my child..."

A woman in a silk petticoat with her hair hanging loose holds her almost silent child in her arms.

It was a little girl with blond curly hair, she looked only four or five years old, her eyes were closed tightly, her face was icy blue-gray, her teeth were clenched tightly, her bare calf twitched from time to time, and she looked like she would be ready to go to bed at any time. Passed away.

The blond man sitting by the bed was dressed in armor, and his face, which was a little like the little girl's, was full of anger.

"What the hell is going on-"

The medical officer crouching by the bed glanced at the little girl's face, and shook his head cautiously: "I can't tell what kind of disease it is..."

At the same time, someone knocked on the door of the room. A manservant, in a panic, forgot etiquette, and stood at the door and cried out in grief: "My lord! Mr. Jacques is dead in prison!"

There was a momentary blankness on the face of the man called the lord.

But before he could react, the little girl on the bed opened her eyes suddenly as if she heard this sentence.

Her mother held her in her arms, and was secretly pleasantly surprised, when she saw her little daughter grab a candle holder and throw it at her——

"Ah! Adorie!"

The flames rushed to the woman's neck, and hot wax slid down the skin.But the woman didn't have time to deal with the injuries on her body, so she lifted the shawl she had gathered at the end of the bed and covered her daughter's body to prevent her daughter from being burned by the dancing sparks.

"Yina!" The blond lord hurriedly extinguished the burning flames on the floor, and the medical officer went to get the burn ointment to treat his wife's injuries, and he himself restrained his daughter, who was still moving around with a layer of fabric on her head, on the bed. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "What the hell is going on!"

"My lord, the news of Mr. Jacques' death has spread throughout the territory, and everyone is very disturbed... There are a few priests demanding a thorough investigation of the cause of Mr. Jacques' death. They are gathering in the hall now, and they are about to rush in!" People are still urging.

"What is the cause of Jacques' death! Jacques is my best friend, would I still kill him? It is obvious that he suddenly went crazy and frightened my Adorie!" The lord roared at the people outside the door, and Picking up something and throwing it at the door, the male servant standing outside finally didn't dare to knock on the door anymore.

The little daughter in the lord's arms was still struggling, roaring like a small animal from time to time, trying to break free from the shackles on her body with her hands and feet.The lord pressed her into his arms, and stretched out his hands to caress her back. Usually, he would do this to soothe his noisy daughter: "Adao Li...shh. Don't be afraid, father is here , Mother has not left you, we are all by your side. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

Adaoli stopped struggling for a moment.

The lord breathed a sigh of relief, and lifted the cloth on his daughter's head with trembling hands, only to find that her eyes were silent, as if she hadn't heard what he said just now.

The girl suddenly took a deep breath, and her thin chest bulged due to the breath.She squeezed her throat and made a shrill sound similar to a howl.

"He chose me..."

"I'm a part of him..."

"Must, offer more souls..."

Immediately, her cold gaze was projected on the medical officer who was lying on one side.While the lord wasn't paying attention, she crawled to the cabinet next to the bed with all her hands and feet, took out a handful of sewing needles from nowhere, and then ruthlessly inserted them into the medical officer's eyeballs. her cheek, and she was indifferent.

"Adaoli—!"

The blond lord let out a mournful roar.

how so?He completely gave up hope, and ordered people to use a soft cloth to twist into ropes, and tie up Adao Li's limbs, including her mouth, otherwise, even if there was only one mouth left, the girl would persevere in torturing her. people around her.

When did it all start?

. . . that the priest was released from the other side of the river to begin!

It's an infection, it's a curse, it's black magic!Unexpectedly, in order to suppress the rebels, the legion of the empire would use such disgraceful means to exterminate them!

Rather than perish like this, he might as well——!