Invade the white dove

Julius knew that Sotiria had successfully created a "natural disaster".

Now, he only needs to find an opportunity to cut the rope according to the plan, and push those young people to the safe place that Sotiria set in advance...

"My lord, the side hall suddenly caught fire. The wooden structure of the tower was burned, and the tilt was too severe, and it was about to be smashed..."

Sean screamed and ran in. Before he finished speaking, everyone heard a loud bang above their heads, like a giant fell to the side, smashed the side hall, and caused a wave of heat.

Several square stone pillars closest to the side hall were affected by this and collapsed one after another.The unsupported vault roared and smashed to the ground, and the huge impact caused more colonnades to shake.

"Run!" Julius ordered decisively.

Sean rushed out first.

The "prisoners" screamed and ran towards the door, but the hands of more than 100 people were all tied to a rope. In the chaos, some people fell from time to time, and countless feet stepped on the faces and hands of those who fell to the ground. On, soon their groans will no longer be heard.

The living dragged the dead along.

From the altar to the main entrance, there is only a short 50 meters, but more than half of the people have fallen.

Yulis followed at the end of the team, urging them to escape quickly, but after hearing his voice, a woman suddenly called the team to stop.

"The running dog of the mad king." Madame Madeleine, the proprietress of the tavern, suddenly shouted, "My fellow citizens, if what awaits us is death, instead of being scolded by the foolish people at the stake, why not let the running dog of the mad king go today?" Die with us in this filthy fire!"

"kill……"

"kill him!"

"Kill the lackey of the Mad King, kill his minions!"

The dying people seemed to be aroused by Madeleine's words for the last time, so they stopped at the same time, turned around, and pressed in the direction of Julis.

In order to create a mysterious and depressing atmosphere in the Devil's Hall, many red and black tulles were wrapped around the middle hall, and wool carpets even covered the entire floor.

It is precisely because of these flammable materials that the fire spread faster than the collapse of the hall.

The heat wave licked his back, burned his hair, and the collapsed stone pillars rumbled in his ears, and the Aushen believers who looked at death as if they were at home surrounded Julis tightly step by step.

But in the blink of an eye, he had nowhere to escape.

Julius saw fanaticism in their eyes.It was the same look he had seen in the auditorium of the Colosseum.

They waved their arms, their faces flushed.

Their eyes are wide open, the whites of their eyes are bloodshot, their nostrils are dilated, and they breathe heavily.Flying saliva rushed out of their gaping mouths together with hoarse shouts.

Lie Yan licked their faces, and it was hard to tell whether they had turned into devils, or the devils had turned into humans.

"Aren't you dying!" Julius roared angrily.

"Mortals are mortal!" Madeleine shouted loudly, "Kill you, die here, we deserve to die!"

The crowd roared and screamed, countless hands pushed Julis, and the huge force wrapped him around him, pushing him into the sea of ​​flames behind him.

Seeing that the situation was out of control, Julius could only summon the sword of contract in his heart.

The sword, like their pact, connects Yulis and Sotiria.So when he swung the Rusty Sword, Sotiria must have sensed that there was danger here.

The scarlet light split the heat, shattered the flames, and severed the strings that held the prisoners together.

The crowd also seemed to be intimidated by the impenetrable sword light, shrinking back and not daring to go forward.

Julius was holding the rusty sword. His fiery red hair was curled and scorched by the flames. Seeing that it was about to burn his body, he frowned slightly, clutching the end of his hair with his left hand, and raised his right arm lightly. Flourishing and falling.

"Don't you run away, poor maggots, the flames of hell can't wait to tear your souls apart." He laughed flamboyantly in the fire.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, God of God, God of Light, it brings fire to mankind, why should we be afraid of flames? In the white flame of God of God, we will have eternal life. And he! Will struggle in hell! "

Someone yelled hysterically.

After being stunned for a moment, the crowd bluffed by Julius started roaring again.

Yea, the stake used to execute witches only scares away the hypocrites who fear the flames of hell.

Yes, that white, brilliant, all-cleansing flame,

——That is the most powerful power of Aoshen!

The believers seemed ashamed and regretful of their hesitation just now, and then they pushed and cursed harder, pressing on the lackeys of the Mad King.

Yulis finally found out that the believers had made up their minds to perish together, but damn it, in such chaos, he couldn't push the selected people to the "safe spot" reserved by Sotiria at all.

"Sotilia, help me." He could only call out in his heart.

"Anytime, anywhere." A familiar voice rang in my ears.

Yulis let out a low cry, stepped on the stone behind him with his toes, and his body drew a parabola in mid-air as if ejected from a trebuchet.

"Sabol, catch me!" Before landing, he stretched his body like a white dove.

A gentle coolness wrapped him tightly.

Sotiria wrapped his arms around his waist, quickly looked him from head to toe with his eyes, nodded in satisfaction, and put his lips next to Julius's ear: "No injury, very good."

The moment they made eye contact, Julius had already told him what Sotiria needed to do next.He wrapped his arms around Sotilia's neck, and with a posture that seemed very intimate to outsiders, he once again confirmed the positions of several young people who had wavered before but had regained their firmness.

"They don't really die, do they?"

"I won't lie to you." Sotiria replied.

The next moment, his eyes glowed with gray-blue light, and the thick black shadows continued to condense, finally condensing into a pair of bat-like wings behind him.

"You hurt my lover." The tone of the "devil" was cold, and even the roaring flames in the middle hall were suppressed by the coldness, "Then they all go to hell!"

Sotiria spread his left hand.

The eight youths mentioned by Julis immediately clutched their necks in pain.Their faces were like pig livers, their veins were bursting, and their bodies seemed to be pinched from the ground by an invisible hand, slowly rising into the air.

Sotiria watched them like flies in a cesspit.He waved his palm casually, and the figures of the eight young men suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

In the next moment, there was a sound of "boom", and the east wall of the middle hall was dug out by a huge force. In the dust and flames, only the blood stains on the wall could be seen.

Sotiria smiled lowly, as if he was picking his next prey, but at this moment Julius stopped him: "Don't kill them all, and leave a few for His Majesty to deal with."

With this "demon" present, the flames died down in an instant, and Sean and the other two guards were finally able to rush in to rescue the chief they did not need to be rescued.

However, when they saw the future captain of the guard being comforted by the tall demon Lord, Sean and his subordinates immediately knew how redundant they were.

But anyway, Sean thought, that fiend with the frosty face and fire-breathing eyes was a good match for their handsome and dangerous leader.

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Plan B is to create chaos, trick Kyle with "fake death", and finally let the eight youths go.It is impossible for Ulis to save everyone, so Kyle will have doubts about his loyalty and strength.So we can only make such a play.As for why you choose a wavering believer instead of a firm-willed believer, it will be explained below