Chapter 147

Some people have never considered the inner thoughts of others, simply think that they are the center of the world and do everything right without reflecting on their mistakes.

That's Nancy Peters, the bishop of the temple of power.

He always thinks about himself, the temple of power, and forgets the disgusting things he has done.

"The temple of power, a force that has been suppressed for decades, can't wait to show its power?" modrian looked at the white haired old man who fell to the ground at the gate of the residence and hurried away. His exquisite and luxurious robe was stained with a lot of dust and finally showed his indifference.

Theocracy!

Sorry, Valoran doesn't need it. He has many heroes, but he doesn't want to believe in the so-called gods.

Power and immortality.

"The former guy who wanted to give me strength and eternal life has been killed by me, so I don't want the glory of the gods."

After the battle of the devil in the abyss, modrian has collected a lot of information about the abyss and the gods. In the past, he didn't have enough strength to care about the secrets of karadimos.

Now he is exposed to more relevant things, so he has to search for relevant information, and simply has some gains.

"Temple, a group of crazy believers who believe in the so-called gods, I don't understand why you eat me like this?" modrian whispered. He hated the strong appearance of the temple of power. The most important thing was the slightest murderous intention exposed before Nancy Peters left, but he was clearly aware of it.

It seems that the silence of this period has made some people slowly forget the reputation forged by the Knights of the Knox empire with killing and blood.

Friends come with good wine, jackals come with shotguns.

The northern part of the kingdom will see the red double-edged axe flag flying in the blue sky again!

"Gregory, I'll arrange the shadow flow disciples to cooperate with you. I hope I can receive your good news before I leave." modry quietly overlooks the colorful town of irvindale, with red ripples in his brown pupils.

However, in his conversation with Nancy, he still had some gains, speculation about some internal news of the kingdom.

Has the dark tide of Wangdu flowed here? It seems to be sweeping the whole stoke kingdom.

All he had to do was clean up the rear. He hated the feeling of being spied on.

"Yes, Lord." Gregory restrained his mood, and his resolute face showed a trace of killing intention. The blood of the noxans was silent for a period of time, and it was time to release the desire to fight in his lower body.

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On December 20, 1458, the town of irvindale ushered in a black cleaning operation in the early morning.

Heavy cavalry in Dark Armor mixed with some blood red cavalry settled at the main street entrance of the town, and raided some gentlemen's houses, hidden buildings and mercenary sites respectively.

The broken door wall and harsh scream gathered together and cut through the noisy and prosperous sky.

Most believers resolutely give up their faith in the face of these famous intruders. After all, compared with life, ethereal faith is not enough to make them feel safe.

As for the rebels, of course.

Unfortunately, in the face of the Knox soldiers, those fanatical believers turned into stiff bodies, and even the carved lifelike statue of the God of power was completely destroyed.

The gaze of the God of power!? It seems that believers have no intention to help in the face of these disasters.

The faint smell of blood floated over the town. Everyone carefully watched the group of black heavy cavalry running back and forth for fear of being contaminated with right and wrong.

They also heard some relevant gossip. Baron modrian, the owner of the Valoran collar, officially issued an order to prohibit any residents of the Valoran collar from believing in the God of power.

"Gollum... Is this what you call the noxas heavy cavalry?" Horace swallowed his saliva and looked at the bloody cavalry releasing life energy ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the rebels.

"Of course, it's these guys, heavy cavalry composed of extraordinary knights." Congreve heard the man's inquiry, and his hangover face flushed.

The ale in the tavern is really exciting. After a night's sleep, he can still feel the pain in his mind, but it doesn't prevent him from remembering the picture.

In his mind, such a picture was always engraved: a blood red heavy cavalry with no more than 20 people boldly rushed to the noble coalition, setting off bursts of terrible killings.

"Extraordinary Knight!?" Horace's eyes twinkled with confusion. Even the kings of stoke Kingdom rarely saw such terrible heavy cavalry, but in this bitter Northern Territory.

Immediately, he remembered some rumors that the news of defeating the ace legion, the iron thorn heavy cavalry, seemed to be true.

"Valoran collar, what kind of secret is there in this rising territory?" Horace whispered, subconsciously clenching his fists.

When he woke up after a hangover in the tavern, he found that the shackles that once shackled him to break through had been loosened. Perhaps after working hard for a period of time, his strength would step into another level.

This is just the effect of a glass of ale!

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Click!

The white jade Scepter suddenly smashed the teapot on the luxurious table, and the hot boiled water flowed along the table legs on the soft red carpet.

"Mo... De... Li... An, deceive people too much!" Nancy Peters gasped, her hypocritical smile had long disappeared, and her red eyes raised a touch of anger.

Hoo Hoo Hoo!

Nancy Peters breathed deeply and calmed his excitement. He should have expected everything when he left the garrison official residence, but the humiliation of being thrown out of the door made him lose his cool head.

"How about the loss?"

"Under the Bishop's crown, almost all our strongholds in the town of ewendell have been cleared," said a shivering priest.

"Some missionaries who had no time to leave and believers who resisted a little were killed by those barbaric momentum, and many statues of the Father God were destroyed."

Boom!

The red carpet burst and bits of fluff fluttered, covering the room.

"Damn it, blasphemer, you will pay the price." Nancy, holding a white jade scepter, pounded the carpet with a touch of golden life energy, cleaning up the flying wool.

"Where's your highness Chapman? Send someone to find him. I need to make some arrangements."

"Yes, under the Bishop's crown." the pale priest carefully withdrew from the room and gently closed the door.

Nancy walked a few steps forward and stood in front of the windowsill. It was a three story building. He could easily see the booming town of irwendell. Then he looked towards the renwal mountains.

"Such a prosperous and potential Valoran leader, my power temple is bound to be obtained. This is also the best gift for the return of the temple."

"Just a real baron. Who gave you the confidence to refuse us?"

"Knight Chief, ha ha, I don't know how many people there are in ewendell Town, but I haven't killed the power temple."

"You will regret what you did today, modrian!"

Murderous words echoed in the room. Nancy suddenly looked up. The gentleness on her old face had long disappeared, leaving only a trace of ferocity and terror.