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The granite steps of the Yongdong royal temple have been stained with blood, and the sweetness in the air is somewhat pungent.

There were many corpses lying on the ground—those who were chastened by God, those who were religious, and there were their own people, and there were the Mojin Sands.They died in different ways, most of them had charred marks, and broken limbs and internal organs fell everywhere.Farion knew it was due to the impact and burning of fierce snow powder.

Every time he stepped on the steps, he would feel a slimy feeling under his feet.The will to fight of the Church's judgment of the army and believers can be described as crazy, in the face of the many slaves reinforced by drugs, still unrelenting, using the body as a shield to haunt the enemy, in order to fight for the opportunity of a fatal blow for the companions - although the pill can make people full of strength, not afraid of injury, but the heart, neck and head is still the key, the Queen's Majesty has no extra armor to arm these cheap slaves.

If there is no snow powder, the war may not be said.

But we won...Farren’s heart was burning like fire, and we won!The Queen of Bishui's flag has flown over the city, and the church's strongest defensive stronghold has not been able to resist this wave of attacks.In this way, the Black Sail fleet got rid of the deadness that was besieged in the corner of the Grey Fort, and did not have to be exhausted a little bit in the endless war of attrition with Tifeko.

There was also a disaring place in the hall of the temple, and the earth was full of broken glass fragments and blood, but he did not care about these, and went straight to the woman who stood in the middle of the hall, and fell on her knees, "Your Majesty, all the four gates have fallen into the hands of black sails, and the king of Yongwin is yours."

“It’s hard, get up.”Garcia handed her hand to him.

Farion gently took the Queen's hand, kissed symbolically on the back of her finger, and then got up and stood on the other side.

"Strange etiquette," said Kabarid, coldly speaking, "you have not touched her hand at all, why do you want to put on this look?"

This problem is so abrupt that he can't help but frown, but the other party is the patriarch of the sandstone clan, he is not good to publicly rebuke her impertinence, had to say coldly: "This is a common etiquette between the nobles, on behalf of courtesy and respect, encountered is disrespectful, as a sand people you can not understand and very normal."

“Is it?”She picked up her eyebrows and pointed to her neck, "Obviously, an ally in the fight together, just finished the battle, to put this kind of thing on me, the courtesy and respect of the mainland people is really inexplicable."

There was a ring of iron around the neck of Kaba, and the middle of the bulge looked like an ornament at first glance, but Farion knew that it was wrapped in a stone of divine punishment.In addition to the special key, it is difficult to untie the iron bars by other means, and the key is in the hands of Garcia.The other party is a witch, naturally to be treated with caution, but she does contribute a lot in battle, and without her instructions, those slaves with fierce snow powder are afraid to rush to the strict line of defense formed by the believers.He opened his mouth, but did not know how to argue.

"Well, don't argue about such little things," interrupted Garcia; "don't you forget the purpose for which we came here--you can't bear a stone than the vast land of existence?"

"I'm just saying it casually," Kaba shrugged, "and I hope you can keep your promise."

“Of course, this is the basis of our cooperation,” the Queen smiled.

“What about the next black sail?”Farion asked.

"The next step is to say it later, so let's see the show first."Garcia clapping her hands and told the guard, "Bring her."

Soon, two armored defenders pressed a woman with her hands tied behind her back and walked into the temple.

She was about thirty years old, and was an ordinary-looking, brown-haired cluttered on either side of her cheek, wearing a golden church robe.This exquisite workmanship, exquisite materials and exquisite standard clothing is generally only the bishop of Helmes can wear, at this moment, there are several damage on the gorgeous robe, there are still stained with blood.

“Is that... the bishop?”

"Yes," said Queen Bishui, lifting her mouth, "I have found the local nobles to confirm that she is one of the three archbishops of the Church, Hercules Heather."She turned her eyes to each other, “Well, I’m right?”

Heather didn’t answer, but Farion could see the thick sarcasm and disdain in her eyes.

Obviously, Garcia felt this, and she laughed twice, "I also think you will not surrender, so with the idea of kindness, I brought you into the temple here to send you back to the kingdom of God."You can slowly beg God’s salvation or you can beg me for forgiveness.I will cut off your fingers, limbs and facial features a little bit, so that you can fully experience the pain and helplessness of the people of the port of Bishui.”

“And then what?”The female bishop unexpectedly said, "Was the army of the church crushed into powder?"Or are you going to spend your whole life at sea and never land?”

"You don't have to worry about that," Garcia said, "in contrast to the church's army, which is now attacking Wolves, and Hermes is like an undefended city, which is much more important than my fate."I may not be able to set foot on the land of the new holy city, but it is still possible to annihilate the old holy city under the plateau as a ruin.You should have heard of the Stygian water at the far south corner of the Grey Fort, which is very easy to light and difficult to extinguish.I took a whole boat with me this time."

The guard pulled out the dagger, approached the bishop who was pressed to the ground, and cut off her two fingers cleanly.

Heather gritted her teeth without uttering a cry.

The Queen of Bishui stepped on the main ladder of the hall, sat on the large throne, and held her chin with her right hand, showing a funny expression.

Three fingers, at this time, the other's left hand has become a bare palm, Heather's forehead appeared with bean-sized sweat beads.

“Do you have to do that?”Kabajah shook his head, “This pure torture is unnecessary if it is not intended to deter the enemy or torture information.”

“Not necessary?”Garcia laughed, "You should tell her right, do you know how the witches who fall into the hands of the church will be treated by them?"I guess you wouldn't be interested in knowing."

“Haha...” Just then Heather, who had lost ten fingers, burst out laughing, “you don’t understand the greatness of the church, and you don’t understand how important everything that is done in the Holy City.”You are always with foolishness, but you do not know the coming destruction.Helmes will show you what is the real power—and the one who fights against the church has no second end except destruction.”

"Yes," said Garcia, lifting her legs and smiling. "I'll see."

Until the death of the archbishop, he did not utter a word of forgiveness.But to Farion’s surprise, she didn’t call out the name of God and hoped for God’s salvation.In the end, when Heather was about to lose consciousness because of his excessive blood loss, his expression was terrible, unlike being punished, but like watching a farce unrelated to her - through those eyes, Farion seemed to see the future he had already decided.

This feeling made him feel inexplicably depressed and almost breathless.

“Cut off her head and hang her at the church door,” Gasia commanded after confirming the death of the bishop.She then looked to Farion, "Next we can talk about the next step."

"Yes, sire," he pressed under the pressure of the surging discomfort, "are you going to attack Helmes?"

"Yes, but not the whole army."She spread out a map of the cowhide that carried it with her, “Leave only the smallest number of sailors and some of the Eastern slaves on the Black Sail fleet, and steered the fleet westward along the river to the Old Holy City.”And we go straight south, across the Yongwinter border, and the destination is Wolfheart City.”

“The wolf, the heart?”Fain was stupored.

“I made a deal with Wolfe King,” Garcia said bluntly, “and if it helps him to defeat the Church’s attack, he will help me occupy the whole country of the winter.”In this way, if the Church does not withdraw its army, the ship's ferdible snow powder and Stygian waters are enough to plunge the old holy city into a sea of fire — unlike the New Holy City, which is a city without walls, and without gathering enough manpower, it is impossible to stop the attacks of the slaves from all directions.”

“If they retreat, Wolfheart City will get a respite, and the two countries will border each other, and they will be able to fight the church together in the future!”

"Certainly," said the Queen of the blues, "and we can stand on our feet in eternal winter."(Unfinished.)