Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 954 936. The remaining species are dead

The Pope Witch's words were tactful and polite, but this could not hide the malice and sarcasm in them.

"For the safety of Shadow Sun, please ask Princess Youershika to move."

The teeth under Smona's golden mask were almost broken.

What do you mean by 'moving'? They just want to imprison this Irushil's last divine bloodline!

Small, who had an explosive personality and was cruel because of his career as an executioner, could hardly suppress his anger at that moment.

Carrying the hammer is about to rush upward.

But all impulsive behaviors came to an abrupt end when the Pope Witch showed her a strand of pale hair.

"Please stop."

A soft and erratic baby voice came from the mansion guarded by Smoke and the Silver Knights.

Princess Youershika, wearing a white gauze dress with a white pink tail peeking out from the bottom of her fluffy skirt, walked out slowly.

She stared at the strand of white hair on the Pope Witch's hand.

That was Gwendelin, her brother's white hair!

Sinners actually dare to harm gods!

Although Youershika's expression did not change much due to her personality, the disbelieving look in her eyes still showed that she had never thought of this possibility.

"I"

The half-dragon girl's hands were clasped together nervously in front of her chest. After pondering for a moment, it seemed that he finally mustered up the courage and overcame his fear.

"I'll go with you!"

"Princess Youershika!"

Smo, who had served the Gods since the early days of the Age of Fire, almost forgot the etiquette of tens of thousands of years at this moment and directly stopped You'ershika.

But the half-dragon girl lowered her head and shook her head.

"In everything, my brother's safety comes first. I will make a request. If you want to imprison me, you must promise to ensure my brother's safety."

Smoke gasped with excitement, and the rise and fall of his chest was clearly visible even under the plump armor.

"But what if they break their promise?"

"Broken promise?"

The half-dragon girl looked at Smo next to her in confusion, as if she couldn't understand the meaning of the word.

Smoke sighed helplessly. As the current God King, Gwendelin was not as brave and powerful as King Gwen in his memory, or the eldest son of God, but he could still be called diligent.

But currently, it seems that he is a little too protective of his little sister.

"They just keep their word! Princess! They are traitors to begin with. They can even do things such as criticizing religion and going against God. Do you still expect them to keep their promises?!"

Youershika opened her mouth slightly for a moment and was a little speechless.

But then, she pursed her lips again and shook her head.

"But... there's nothing we can do. Knight Smoke."

The half-dragon girl turned to look at the executioner with a sledgehammer beside her. Her pure and confused eyes had a determination of 'no choice but to do it'.

"Brother is in their hands."

The innocent protoss girl who was protected by her brother choked Smo with just one sentence.

[Shadow Sun] Gwendelin, this is the key to making those apostates unscrupulous and allowing Pope Sullivan to ask for everything they want.

The youngest son of the Sun King, the leader of the God Clan and the Lord of Irushil. In this end of fire, he is the second pillar that continues the fire ritual.

All these titles and what they represent are so important.

So important that it almost represents the hope for the continuation of the world!

The opponent took advantage of the sudden illness of [Shadow Sun] and the outbreak of moonworms to take Gwendelin into their hands. From that moment on, they had actually won.

Small finally determined something he had been unwilling to admit in his heart.

The inexperienced Princess Youershika tore up the small expectations that Smo had deliberately maintained in her heart.

At this moment, this powerful knight of the gods who could hold a hammer the size of a water tank and smash it down to destroy half a square in the city of God felt a breath of air escape from his chest. Even this hammer that had been used for tens of thousands of years The hammer seems a bit heavy.

After the formation of the undead knights besieging the mansion, the Pope Witch took back the strand of hair taken from the sleeping god.

Next to the Pope Witch, Archbishop Louis, who was thin and short but still wearing a strict and luxurious archbishop's robe and a high crown, swallowed vaguely.

His eyes finally turned back until he could no longer see the strand of hair from the Pope Witch's hand.

"ah."

The twisted and cruel voice of the Pope Witch chuckled softly.

Archbishop Louis's uncontrollable appetite was too conspicuous.

"Does this lock of hair make you feel hungry, Archbishop? It seems that the ordinary moon nobles in Irushil City can no longer satisfy your appetite?"

"No, no, no, God's flesh and blood is the master's food."

Archbishop Louis, whose eyes were already glowing red, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"The nobles of the moon are already delicious. We are the guardians of the master in the process of devouring the gods, and we are not villains who are greedy for food."

As Lewis said this, the scepter in his hand condensed another fireball and flew towards the mansion.

"But the master is already a little anxious. He urgently wants to know from the Pope when exactly he can start eating?"

One of the original archbishops of the Netherworld Church spoke in a tone that was half serious and half joking.

"Master has been patient for too long, especially when the Shadow Sun is not far away from him but can't eat. To be honest, my colleague McDonald is taking food from his mouth now, and he is a little hungry and thin. ”

"It's not far, it's not far," the Pope Witch said with the same smile.

Her twisted mind was happy just to hear something cruel and tragic.

"As long as the Dark Moon Sword Knights cannot be mobilized, then there is no need to worry. Maybe it can be launched today."

"Ah!" Louis was overjoyed that he finally got an accurate answer. At the same time, he looked across the formation of soldiers with eager expectant eyes towards Youershika standing in front of the mansion.

"So ignorant, so delicious."

He drooled uncontrollably and quickly wiped it with the sleeves of his archbishop's robe.

"Looks like today is a really good day."

Just as Archbishop Louis and the Pope Witch expected.

The half-dragon girl, who appears to have armed forces but actually has no trump card or ability to fight, can only do what they say in the end.

One of them had his faith eroded by the darkness, and the other had his mind twisted by the flames of sin.

Looking at the pure and ignorant bloodline of the Gods, they were like a deer that strayed into the darkness. They were clearly timid but held on to their bravery. Wanting to maintain the dignity of the Gods, they walked out of the mansion's defense line and walked towards them.

Beneath that higher-than-average appearance, the small steps he took might be the last fear Youershika could show.

The Pope's Witch and Archbishop Louis had no intention of urging.

They enjoyed the fear radiating from each other and it felt delicious.

"She thought that as long as she walked out, her brother would be safe and sound."

The Pope Witch smiled sinisterly in a low voice.

Beside her, Archbishop Louis was licking the saliva from the corner of his mouth and kept repeating in a low voice, "Good days, good days."

They both knew what was coming.

This ignorant half-dragon girl will make demands on the condition of her own sacrifice.

And they will accept all these demands, and will not even shirk them, because none of these demands will be realized at all.

Chivalry, practice what you preach. Haha!

The gods who are addicted to the past might as well drown in the illusion of the past.

Now that the fire is about to go out, not only the rules of the world are collapsing, but the rules of mankind are also collapsing.

They looked at the half-dragon girl's timidity and bravery, one step at a time, two steps at a time.

Immediately, the time is coming when this girl will be deceived and deceived by them and eat a lot of food!

Archbishop Louis only felt that the corners of his mouth were drooling even more.

Although he knew that for the sake of safety, the Dark Moon Pope would most likely not give up the body of the descendant of the God Clan until Gwendelin was completely eaten by his master.

But he couldn't help it.

The longer one follows Eldridge, the more his shadowy powers and cannibalistic ideals influence those who follow him.

So much so that Lewis, who was still somewhat sane at first, is now full of thoughts about eating and eating.

But just as the Pope Witch was immersed in the pleasure of inflicting pain, the Archbishop fantasized about eating the descendants of God.

The sound of horse hooves trampling on the stone pavement faintly sounded from the distance.

The saliva at the corner of Lewis's mouth suddenly stopped instinctively.

The sound made him feel eerily familiar.

It's ridiculous to say that a person entrusts his faith to the deep and usually practices his master's cannibalism philosophy, "while eating, feel the trembling of life."

Such a person actually has the ability to feel creepy.

But indeed, Louis could not help but think of that day in his mind now.

The day when the master just woke up and they were kicked out of the deep church in the base camp!

On that day, there was also the sound of horse hooves trampling on the ground.

But how is this possible?

Louis felt like he was hearing something.

The Deep Church and the Cold Valley are far apart, and the route in between becomes dangerous because the fire is about to go out.

How could that person?

"Stab it!"

An explosion of thunder piercing the air suddenly resounded throughout the square where the two sides were confronting each other!

The azure blue electric light from a natural phenomenon flashed past Lewis with its forked thunder patterns.

Before he could finish the word 'maybe' in his mind, he felt a lightness in his body.

The whole person's vision flew to the sky.

As the perspective rotated, he saw a body that had no head, no crown, and was wearing the archbishop's gorgeous robes, suddenly collapsed.

The aftertaste of that creepy feeling even remained in Lewis's mind, but his head had already flown away from his body.

In the end, he only vaguely heard a sentence passing by him.

"I've already seen that it's you remnants. Why am I still there to deal with the situation?"