Chapter 15

The sky is gloomy.

The rain fell on the dark ground, and then splashed with a dark red light, just like the cold rain to the sky, but turned into a fire rain when splashed.

The corpse wrappings were everywhere. The wild animals of the ladies of the night tour were lying on the ground tamely. Their heads fell not far away, and blood flowed out of their cavities - the ground was full of blood, but ordinary people might not see it. The blood is very thick, beach by beach can not be washed away by the rainstorm, only toward the spread of irregular outline.

As for the big man with the hammer

Alas, the process of his disintegration is too short and simple. If you are willing to pick up the soil and distinguish it carefully, maybe you can find some bone debris?

This level of cruelty is rare even in the dark world.

Half human and half bird, Mrs. pomfret flapped her wings to escape from the terrible dark rain, but as soon as she flapped her wings, a graceful voice rang out in her ear.

"Madame, are you not with them?"

A gentle wind swept Mrs. ponfler's cheek, and the next moment her head fell out of mid air.

The last friar in black shivered and looked at the devil standing in the dark. Forgetting that he had betrayed his faith, he lit a cross on his chest: "impossible, you You are... "

"Shh."

The devil put his long, pale index finger to his lips and resumed his smiling look. But the friar in black would rather be judged by those of the Holy See than see him confirm his words.

"Be careful, friar. It's not time to say that name. "

The friar in black groaned and turned to ashes.

"I'm sorry, time is limited. I'll have to ask you to sleep under the ground."

The devil bowed to the wreckage.

A little scarlet fluttered down from the air.

"Ah."

The devil raised his head, and his mood suddenly turned bad again.

"These damned fellows, they nearly destroyed my rose!"

He put the red rose in his chest, perhaps just as he had just sent Mrs. ponfler on the road, it fell off. The devil stretched out a pale hand and caught the rose petals falling from the sky.

The petals are scarlet, as if soaked out of blood.

The devil gently pinched the petal and put it into his mouth. The rose turned into real blood in his mouth This is the drop of blood from his Majesty's fingertips at that time. It turned into a rose on the devil's clothes. The devil sighed.

He snapped his fingers.

The black fierce fire burned up quietly in the rain, and burned all the corpses on the ground.

The devil turned and looked in the direction of the king's departure.

He loves such a stormy night.

This is a good time for all the blood, all the cruelty, all the betrayal and death.

"Now." "My dear sire, please let me pick up your beautiful soul," he said

Since it is to meet his dear majesty, then naturally there should be a show worthy of your Majesty's noble status. This makes the devil a bit embarrassed He didn't care much about these things. He got too many things by dishonorable means, but he didn't use them very much. After thinking for a moment, the devil clapped his hands.

A lake of sulfur fire appeared on the ground.

The rain fell into the boiling lake of fire and filled with a vast expanse of white air. The lake of fire rolled up, the magma splashed down on the surrounding land, and the land soon blackened There's something slowly rising from the inside.

It's a carriage.

Deep hiss, pulling the carriage is shrouded in the fog of nightmare. After the nightmares came out of the lake of fire, the lake full of sulfur gradually shrank.

In the end, there was only one carriage left on the ground, which only the most insane patients could imagine.

Moriran, do not know what fierce animal's spine constitutes the carriage's four corner pillars. The exquisite skeleton wings of bats and sickle weasels lay out the magnificent carriage wall in a wonderful way. The slender skeleton of Teng snake coiled around the car window. The blue fire cloth in the holes of those snake skulls was like a little blue rose. There are four huge skeletons embedded in the middle of the wheels of the carriage. There are bright magma in the empty eyes of the skeletons. Tears flow down, but the feeling of the skeletons is clearly smiling.

This white bone carriage is very strange and terrible, but it also shows the most evil artistic beauty.

The nightmares hissed low, as if accusing the devil of forgetting them for too long.

The devil is lazy most of the time, hundreds of years have passed since he last called this white bone carriage.

"This is to meet your majesty. Be decent, little ones

The devil protested.

The devil looked at the carriage for a while and walked around it. He reached out and brushed those ferocious and beautiful bones, so the leafless rose branches and vines wrapped around the bones. On the thorn, scarlet roses bloom.The devil was finally satisfied with the carriage.

He drove the white bone carriage into the dark rain.

The skull turns with the wheel, and the sulfur under the skull's eyes drips down, twists away in the dark, and then gradually dissipates.

Nightmare pulls the white bone carriage through the swamp where a battle has just happened.

One by one, the souls in black armor rose from the swamp. Mori's skull on the wheel opened his mandible, and those souls were sucked in like smoke. When there was no soul to swallow, the skull's jaw collided with its jaw, making a chilling sound.

Like joy, like discontent.

"All right, all right."

The devil placated lightly.

"The prologue will open, and you will have more food."

Cried the owl.

………………

The wind stopped, but the rain continued as if it would never stop.

The king and his knights march in the rain.

Despite successfully luring the Grundy cavalry into the swamp, the king paid the price - his faithful vows left only six knights. Except for the king, everyone else was more or less wounded.

The state of the group was terrible.

The heavy rain at the end of September came at a bad time. It was as cold as snow, but it was very powerful.

Torrential rain on the body, even if there is armor, it will still flow down from the cracks, making people feel that they are actually immersed in the ice. In the battle, the intense sports meeting teaches people to forget the ice cold temporarily. But at the end of the battle, the cold became more and more deadly under fatigue.

The Knights of the oath were blue lipped with cold, not to mention the king who had no armor.

The king's silver hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his face. His face was horribly pale, but his lips were abnormally red and almost demonic.

The king pressed his lips tightly and said nothing more.

The oath Knights thought that he was angry at tonight's assassination, but only he knew what his situation was He had to hold the reins tightly and use the stirrups so that he would not fall off the horse. The storm was cold, and he was cold and hot, and his headache was like a tarsal maggot.

If they don't get to a warm place to have a rest as soon as possible, I'm afraid they won't come to a good end.

In this age, disease is a more formidable enemy than the Grundy cavalry. A cold rain, a high temperature, will easily take a person's life.

A young knight of the oath took the role of a scout, walking a little ahead. However, on such a rainy night, he could not be too far away from the king. He could only pray for God's blessing for the purpose of reconnaissance.

Lord, they can't stand another attack.

Suddenly, the oath Knight saw a warm fire in front of him.

With a sudden surprise, he reined in the reins and crossed his sword.

But soon, the young knight of the oath was a little relieved.

Because of the rainstorm, the light of the torch is wobbly, not big, and only vaguely reflects the general shadow. A lonely knight was riding in the rain. His hair stood out in the fire.

The oath Knight recognized him.

It was the master of TRU, Baron Hearn, with brilliant golden hair.

The oath Knight drove the horse forward cautiously, and the sword still kept a vigilant attitude: "for the glory of the rose?"

"For the glory of the rose."

Replied the blond Baron sheen, humbled and decent on horseback.

"The rainstorm came suddenly. I'm worried about the damage to your majesty and ministers. I've come to meet them."

The oath knight was relieved.

At your Majesty's command, the negotiating missions went directly to SelN, from where they left for the palace. It's normal that tru Castle doesn't know what just happened. And as long as a noble with a brain to climb up, seeing such a heavy rain tonight, he would go out of the city to offer his love to the king.

"That's good."

Said the oath knight. He was shot in the shoulder by a heavy cavalry, and saw the fragments of bone armor embedded in the flesh. At this time, he could hardly hold on.

"Your Majesty is ahead."

The swordman put down his sword without warning. He was panting with exhaustion.

The golden Baron straightened up with a faint smile.

It's raining hard.

Baron Hearn thought of the day when the king came, the most beautiful rose cultivated by the most luxurious and dreamy palace The rose that brought death and death to Legrand.

He laughs, the rose will always wither, only Legrand eternal.

The oath Knight turned and saw the king and other knights in sight. He showed a happy smile and waved to them.

The king raised his eyes and the next moment his face changed.

"Get out of the way!"He cried.

As the oath Knight waved, Baron Hearn raised his hand high and waved down.

More than a dozen bowmen leaped from the withered grass.