Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo - Chapter 1413
Chapter 1413
“Here’s magician, you have no way to escape.”
The leader of the knight chief is probably in his thirties. Unlike the potbellied clergy, these Templar knights are rigorously trained and determined people. Compared with the black sheep among clergy, most of these knights are Devout and brave believer.
Leonardo wanted to say that he was just a magician, and he should not be the name of a magician. Luo Zhen’s education for him is the education policy of the Moon World, so that he clearly knows that the gap between a magician and a magician is just this world. All magicians are called magicians, and he can only get used to them.
Secretly vomiting, Leonardo didn’t say a word. He was recovering his strength as much as possible. Even if he knew that hope was slim, he would never give up any hope of life.
This is also the result of his ten years of experience.
The Templars surrounded into a circle. They approached Leonardo slowly and slowly. The magicians’ methods were too weird. They didn’t want to see if they had already won. God.
Leonardo tried hard to find the gap and the hope of survival, but looking at the dense knights in front of him, he finally had a wry smile, silently preparing for the magic, and decided to pull a few backs before he died.
Just when the knights were less than ten meters away from him, a cold and indifferent voice suddenly came, “…I’m really sorry, Yu’s disciple can only be killed by Yu himself, and no one else has the right to decide his life or death. .”
Leonardo smiled, he suddenly looked up, and saw Luo Zhen who was wearing a pure white dress and standing leisurely on the top of the boulder.
“teacher!”
He shouted excitedly, with a little guilt in his voice, that was the shame that he had not completed the teacher’s task.
Hearing an unfamiliar voice, the Templar knights raised their heads. It was only then that they discovered that Luo Zhen, who did not know when he was standing at the peak, and the head of the Templar Knights shrank his pupils and blurted out: ” …The King of the Red Moon?!”
Luo Zhen, whose appearance has been exposed for a long time, has spread in the middle and upper classes of the church. This knight leader once saw a portrait of Luo Zhen.
“If you see your’God,’ just tell it, and one day you will kill it yourself.”
The **** in Luo Zhen’s words is naturally the king of demons. Don’t wait for the anger of the knights who have been blasphemed against the gods. His left eye pupil shrinks, the next moment it bursts out suddenly, and the dark flames of destruction descend from the sky, with a terrible cry The cry sounded, that is the common wailing of body and soul!
The bright armor is like frost and snow when it meets the sun. It instantly turns into water. The knight’s sword blessed with mysterious blessings, the body that has been showered with holy water, and even the ground under your feet is under this flame. Turned to ashes.
One knight after another was shrouded in black flames and turned into piles of debris.
The Knights Templar that made Leonardo helpless was killed by Luo Zhen’s eyes as soon as he met him.
However, the souls of these people are also dead, and I am afraid there is no chance to see their “God”.
With a light leap, he jumped from the top of the boulder, and Luo Zhen stood in front of Leonardo, looking at him calmly.
Leonardo lowered his head in shame and didn’t dare to look at Luo Zhen. Facing the teacher who taught him mystery and was like a new parent, he was afraid and yearning like a child.
“Good job, Yu Zhi disciple, you have completed this task, so starting today, you can become Yu’s official disciple.”
Ronald’s words made Leonardo startled. He raised his head blankly, and said slurredly: “…Old, teacher…I, didn’t I fail? I didn’t help Dracula defeat the church. …”
“Are you questioning my decision?”
“The disciples dare not!”
Panicked and bowed his head deeply, Leonardo was humble.
“If the church can be wiped out so easily by you, then they were wiped out a long time ago… I asked you not to help Dracula to help him defeat the church, but to make him fall into despair.”
Luo Zhen’s tone was deep, and the cold words were like a cold wind blowing from the deepest part of hell, causing Leonardo to shiver.
“With your help, he is energetic and ambitious, and when he falls from the clouds into the depths of the earth, what is in his heart besides despair?”
Leonardo was silent. He didn’t know how Dracula provokes his teacher, so he should be treated like this. He worked with Dracula for ten years only because of Luo Zhen’s order, so he was concerned about the future of that comrade-in-arms. He didn’t care, now that he became an official disciple of the teacher is what Leonardo is most happy about now.
Chapter 0117 – Singing the Gospel in Hell
Withered vines, old trees and faint crows, maybe Dracula did not understand this poem from the East, but now he must understand the artistic conception.
“Don’t be lazy, hurry up!”
‘Snapped! ’
There was a sound of a crisp whip hitting his flesh, and Dracula felt that his back was stiff at first, and the fiery pain was transmitted to his brain through the bloodstain.
In the battle in the valley of despair, his last heartfelt troops were slaughtered. After Dracula killed unknown number of Templars, he was exhausted and was about to commit suicide, but he was killed by a certain member of the Templars. Stopped by the commander, the Romanian Grand Duke, who had crossed the Europa continent for the past ten years, became a prisoner.
Dracula resented himself very much, resenting why he had to be greedy to kill the running dogs of those churches more, so that he could not coexist and die with his sincere subordinates, but was caught alive in shame.
His hands and feet are tied with heavy chains, his clothes are ragged, his body is dirty, his hair is scattered on his shoulders like straws, his face is full of beards, his lips are dry and his body is covered with blood marks on the bones. But even so, even if he was hungry and thirsty dying at any time, he still persisted, using his last pride to tell the running dogs of these churches that he would never succumb to Count Dracula.
Walking all the way from the valley to his last cemetery, the nasal cavity is full of foul smell, that is the vicious smell of the dead body that has not been buried for a few days. By Dracula’s side, a cart of corpses followed him forward. It is his sincere subordinates. These people who resist the church will naturally not be respected. Their bodies will be exposed to the scorching sun with Dracula, without any salvation.
With Dracula being rushed to the execution ground, there are countless subjects who once belonged to him. Their faces were dull. The wealth they had accumulated was looted by the church. Some of them were farmers, some were carpenters, some were adults, and some were children. Most people have never actually fought the church head-on, but as Dracula’s subjects, these pagan churches are not going to let it go.
The strength of the church was vividly demonstrated in the battle with Dracula. The Ottoman Empire and the Holy Roman Empire, which had been against the church, were silent at this time. They even sent their own troops to help the church capture Dracula’s subjects and subordinates. The country meets the wind and the rudder. When the church is strong, it will never give birth to a little resistance.
Dracula left quickly. Even if he didn’t eat for a few days and survived by just a few sips of water, he didn’t complain, and he didn’t pray for a rest. But even so, the triumphant young man with a whip in his hand People still beat him from time to time, as if being able to abuse the former Romanian Grand Duke in this way made him feel unexplainably excited.
The evening sky was blood-red, and the crows on the withered branches neighed sorrowfully, and cries and pleadings came from time to time, but all the voices came to an abrupt end.
This is a large plain, the last execution ground of the church against Dracula. In this plain, countless corpses were pierced by spears from the throat to the spine, standing on the plain like skewers of meat.
This is the origin of Dracula’s other title, Duke Piercing. When facing enemies, he always strung them in a string and stood in an open space for people to watch, to warn those enemies who had misconceptions about his country.
It’s just that now the church is still doing the same with the other way, and stringing his subjects on this plain like this. From time to time, civilians are brought here, and there are screams coming from every moment. The corpse of the film and the river composed of blood under the feet make these lambs of gods appear crueler than the demons in hell.
“…Don’t look at it, you will be one of them soon.”
The villain holding the whip smiled sullenly, but then he was flattering, because a Templar knight was walking towards him.
“Give him to me.”
“Yes, yes, Lord Knight!”
Hastily handed the iron chain in his hand to the knight, the Templar glanced at Dracula coldly, “…let’s go, our Lord Earl.”
As if pulling a dog, the knight tightened the chain around Dracula’s neck. In Dracula’s staggering, he stepped on the sticky dead river under his feet and was taken to the filthy one. Punishment platform.
A cardinal in a red uniform was standing there with his nose covered. He glanced in disgust at the countless dead bodies around him, urging the knights to press Dracula on the guillotine…
Taking out the official document that had been written under the pope’s crown, the cardinal slowly announced Dracula’s guilt. As for what he said, Dracula, who was almost unconscious, did not hear clearly.
“Here Dracula, at the end of your life, is there anything else you want to say? Do you want to confess like God now, the merciful Lord will definitely accept your confession, and let you enter after you finish serving your sentence in **** heaven.”
Dracula, who was already confused, finally heard the last words of the cardinal. He showed a mocking smile, licked the corners of his dry and cracked mouth, and said in a hoarse voice: “…confession? No? , There is only one thing I will do, and that is to curse God. I will curse you in hell, curse you, and curse the hypocritical God!!!”
As if returning to the light, Dracula used the last fire of his life to issue a curse of hatred.
The expression of the cardinal, who was already disgusted, changed. He didn’t dare to ask Dracula to say, but shouted: “…Do it!”
The sword and axe who had been prepared on the side raised the big knife that was not sharp and swung it down!
Dracula did not close his eyes. He stared at the front with his eyes widened, trying to keep the last picture of the world in his mind.