Chapter 640
In the early hours of the morning, the sky of the Scarlet Blood Castle was overhanging at night, and the dawn that tore the darkness could not be seen on the eastern horizon.
Or to say...this moment is the darkest moment of the day.
The cathedral’s fire still shows no signs of ending, and even intensified, from the original several places completely into a fire sea, covering the entire cathedral and surrounding houses.
Charlotte Torino, standing with a sword, silently stared at the burning cathedral in front of her eyes, as if she wanted to deepen the scene in her eyes and engrave it in the deepest part of her soul.
As the lord of the Scarlet Blood Fort, he sat and watched the Byrne Cathedral being captured and destroyed by the heretical cult... This stain that had never happened to Torino patriarch in the past, but appeared on his body.
What kind of face is lost?
How will the Knights of Byrne evaluate themselves, and how will the descendants of the Torino family in a hundred years' time evaluate themselves?
Clenching the hilt of the sword in his hand, the complexion pale Charlotte is deeply exhaled.
"count......" Behind Charlotte, Charles walked forward in a hurry, with unconcealable exhaustion under his eyes: "It's getting late now. You should return to the palace first. ......"
"How's the situation?" Charlotte, with raised eyebrows, is still as majestic as before, but the same tired voice is also a little emboldened: "The priest and the nuns of the cathedral are all set up. Already?"
"Most of them were temporarily placed in the Scarlet Blood Castle Palace, and a few injured were asked to find a place nearby for temporary training." Charles at a moderate pace replied, slightly sighed:
"As for the rest, I have to wait for the cathedral fire to weaken slightly before trying to find a way and dispatching people to search and rescue."
Charlotte is slightly nodded, but she also understands what Charles said. "Search and rescue" is just a euphemism for "collecting dead bodies"-after a surprise attack and a fire, the probability of someone surviving in the entire cathedral is absolutely minimal; even if there is, I am afraid that I have already figured out a way to self in such a desperate situation. It's broken.
"What about Archbishop, has anyone found Archbishop?"
"Archbishop...There was a priest who claimed to have heard Lord Archbishop praying at the altar before he escaped." Charles slightly nodded:" Right now, I’m afraid I’ve already returned to the embrace of the Holy Cross."
Charlotte was nodded, and didn’t say anything-don’t even think about it. When the matter is over, the Torino family will face fly into a Holy Cross Church of rage out of humiliation is the most severe criticism.
Of course, compared with the problems she is facing right now, the church's condemnation can only be classified as trivial, trivial matters, which are only issues to be considered later.
"Then he...Loren Torino, is there any news about him?" The female count groaned, her eyes evasive.
"Sorry, but according to the information I have received, Lord Loren is probably still in the cathedral." Red Blood Castle Steward opened the mouth and said euphemistically: "As for the current situation... it should be unclear. "
Life and death are unknown...
The female count who heard this reply tried to calm her expression as much as possible, pretending to open the mouth and said indifferently: "Is that about What else do I need to know about the situation of the Scarlet Blood Fort?"
"The city is not stable right now; although several Scarlet Blood Forts who participated in the heretical cults and treason have been eliminated as much as possible Nobles, but there are still a lot of a fish that escaped the net; I’m afraid they’ve already..."
At this moment, a loud shout and footsteps came from behind the female count, and the end of the street was already You can see dozens of silhouettes waving arms and torch, dancing and running wildly.
They wore different styles of armor. The weapons in their hands were almost myriad except torch. They even included kitchen knives in the kitchen and the rake and plow flail of the farmers.
This group of people has a flustered pace and a messy formation. Except for the dozens of people in the front who are considered "tidy in line", almost all of them can barely keep up; it makes people wonder if there is a torch. And a few old swallow-tail flags, can they still run from one end of the street to this end?
Looking at the posture of this group of people, even the recruited peasants in the countryside of Scarlet Blood Castle are more like an army than them.
"They... are they in a riot?" Charlotte made no secret of the contempt in the corner of her eyes, with an expression like looking at a group of ants: "Preparing to overthrow me with the opportunity of martial law in the city wall. The evil Crimson Blood Castle count?"
"I'm afraid so, Master Count." The gray-eyed boy on the side drew out his swords, and also showed a sneered sneer: "What are you going to do with them?"
"Do you need to ask?"
Charlotte coldly snorted: "Charles, you lead someone in charge of the cathedral's search and rescue work——Loren Torino, I am living, then must see the person, if you die to see the corpse, you have to find this guy anyway, and bring him to me in a box if you burn it to ashes!"
"As for these bullies and criminals... Yi Chi The blood castle count is deadly, in the name of Torino, don’t leave one!"
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The flames dissipated and only gunpowder remained. .
Brynhild lowered his head silently...The dragon teeth shattered the gorgeous armor and penetrated her body from the lower abdomen, and the blood-stained white silver spear pointed out from the back.
The slender body was trembling slightly, and she slowly raised her eyebrows; the star sword in her left hand was stuck on the shoulder of the black hair wizard, and the spiral long that should have penetrated Loren's body. Spear, but at the last moment he avoided the vital point.
It depends on a little "Hovering Spell".
The frowned brows showed her pain at the moment, but Brunhild’s face didn’t show much struggling, and she felt relieved that she was finally relaxed; as if...No, this is exactly what she was doing. Looking forward to the ending.
"Loren Torino, congratulations...for passing this trial that belongs to you." Brunnhild spoke slowly, his voice extremely gentle.
"In fact, if you want to, you still have a chance to kill me." The black hair wizard laughed at himself and couldn't help coughing up blood: "I don't think a little'Hovering Spell', it's true It can deflect the edge of Martial Goddess."
"This is not important, the important thing is that you defeated me from the front...dignified." Brunhild whispered: "Worthy of... destiny The shackled person."
"Don't praise me so much, I will be proud." Loren relieved, shrugged indifferently: "Martial Goddess' personal praise...should not be easily obtained by ordinary people?"
Dumbfounded slightly, Brunnhild suddenly smiled:
"You...actually are not Roland's descendants, are you?"
Loren There was a sudden tremor.
"You and him are completely two kinds of people-although there are similarities, there is almost nothing really the same; that is a true self-centered, always saying some strange things , I always feel that I am different from others, and I should be the protagonist of a Legendary story."
"Yes, that guy is a genuine fool, but he is someone who can’t help but want to protect him. Believe his idiot."
The black hair wizard's emotions were a bit complicated, and his throat twitched: "I'm sorry...I lied to you."
"Why should I apologize?" Lunhild lightly said with a smile: "Smart little fellow...you noticed it from the very beginning, right?"
After a little hesitation, Loren was still nodded.
Yes, he found... Martial Goddess, who seemed invincible in front of him, had already lost most of its power. Just maintaining her two weapons would have done everything possible, and it was basically impossible to maintain. Long-term frontal high-intensity combat.
So the face that seems mortal is her most vulnerable side.
"Smart, sensible, calm, unmoved by the things in front of you, but able to stick to your heart... You are the kind of person who is completely opposite to Roland. Maybe he can't do things, you There will be a chance to do it, maybe." Brunhild with a soft look sighed softly:
"Go stronger, become stronger than we used to be, and then break our destiny. Right... I'm very sorry, but I can only help you here."
"The next way, you and your friends are going to go... I hope we will have It's a little different."
Loren solemnly nodded, staring at the standing and dead Dame in front of him.
"Take care, and..." Brunhild stared at him, his eyes suddenly become more solemn:
"Be sure, beware of Asriel!"
This is the last sentence of "Martial Goddess" Brunhild, a close friend of Roland, "Martial Goddess" in this world.