Chapter 685: Annihilation

The holy city of Hermes, the underground shrine.

Teflon has not had a good night's sleep for more than two months.

As long as he closes his eyes, the tragic wailing of Archbishop El will echo in his ears. She was dragged back by the Judgment Army. The enemy's weapon shattered her abdominal cavity, and her intestines turned into a pot of porridge. Even if all kinds of herbs were used, they could not stop the deterioration of the wound. After struggling for two days, she died in excruciating pain.

After Solly Dahl led the vanguard army to suffer a head-on blow, Teflon had doubts about the strength of Graycastle. He repeatedly asked Mayne to think twice, and he should try his best to find out the details of this group of troops before doing it. Intend. But Mayne was unmoved at all, insisting on asking the main force to immediately launch an attack on the defense line of Graycastle at the foot of Cold Wind Ridge.

He knew that the church might pay a lot of price, but he didn't expect the price to be so heavy.

What was even more unexpected was that the most elite force of the church, the unstoppable God's Punishment Army, was actually defeated.

When this Arabian Nights-like news came, Teflon spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the top of Tongtian Tower.

However, the unbelievable thing is far more than this one.

None of the pure returned, and His Majesty Mayne was nowhere to be found. It wasn't until he gritted his teeth and led a group of people to forcibly break into the secret organ that he learned an incredible news from the guard of the organ.

Mayne was not the successor that O'Brien wanted at all. The one who took over the scepter and crown was Zero the Pure.

The Holy City suddenly lost even the Pope.

The only thing Teflon can do is to keep this news underground forever - the group of people he brought have all joined the Privy Temple, and he has also become the interim pope.

For the next month, Teflon spent all his time maintaining order in the holy city and looking through the secret history of the library.

And the secrets of witch hunting, the creation of the God's Punishment Army, the origin of the church, and the disintegration of the witch empire were also revealed little by little before his eyes.

The old bishop felt his worldview had been upended.

Even if he exhausted all his guesses, he never imagined that the church was actually built by witches.

And even the Witch Empire, which spread all over the barren land, failed to stop the devil's attack. Be it the God's Punishment Army or the Magic Stone Seal, they are all just products left by the exiled witches.

In the tossing and turning in the middle of the night, Teflon's spirit was quickly drained. It seemed like two years had passed in just two months. The slowness of the lamp drying up.

But he knew he couldn't stop, and if he fell, the church would really be over.

A large number of trial warriors were selected from the reserve team. The new archbishop and the lost middle-level believers completed the appointment and dismissal as quickly as possible, coupled with the call to live and die with the Holy City, the precarious situation was temporarily stabilized.

However, Teflon knew that this was just an appearance, the loss of the God's Punishment Army could not be replenished quickly, and the combat effectiveness of the young reserve warriors was far from that of the older generation. If it was in peacetime, he would still have the opportunity to slowly make up for it, but now that the evil moon has arrived, he can't stop the evil beast's attack, and everything is out of the question.

It is no longer possible to rely solely on the strength of the church. He must gather the noble forces of Wolfheart and Eternal Winter, just like the past four kingdoms united to defend the Hermes line of defense.

It is not easy to make those nobles who apparently joined the church obey their orders. Teveron can even imagine that when the news of the church's defeat spreads to Wolfheart and Eternal Winter, the nobles who still hold territories and knights in their hands will Jump out to fight him again. Therefore, when most of the Graycastle army withdrew from the Northland, he sent out the last hundred or so God's Punishment Army who stayed in the Holy City together with the envoy group, as a means to force the nobles to obey orders.

Both the old and new holy cities are now in an unprecedented weakness.

All the old bishop can do now is to pray that the envoys can bring reinforcements back to Hermes before the evil beasts start a large-scale attack.

Rubbing the sore corners of his eyes, Teflon closed the ancient book that recorded the transformation ceremony of the God's Punishment Army, and planned to make himself a cup of winter flowers. When the tea relieved his headache, there was suddenly the sound of hacking and killing outside the temple.

He was so startled that his hands trembled, and the teacup fell to the ground, breaking into pieces immediately.

How could there be an intruder here?

He walked to the window and looked down, only to see a group of figures swaying in the dim light of the divine stone prism, and they kept approaching the secret hall.

Their speed was astonishingly fast, and the guards they fought with were almost knocked down. The armor seemed useless in front of their sharp blades, and the gray-white steps were covered with blood splattered everywhere. In the blink of an eye, the enemy had advanced to the gate of the palace.

"My lord, the Privy Palace is under attack, please leave quickly!" The door of the library was slammed open, and a chief guard walked in anxiously, followed by ten God's Punishment Warriors. Is the Pope's personal protector.

"How the hell did they get in here?" Teflon yelled hoarsely.

There are only two roads leading to the ground. One has to use a cage to descend, and the other has to pass through the hidden fortress of the old holy city. Even the Graycastle army cannot suddenly occupy the old and new holy cities without anyone noticing. , unless they all grow wings!

The head of the guard looked very ugly, "The enemy appeared from the depths of the cave, my lord, please follow me immediately, before it is too late."

"The cave...deep?" Teflon asked incredulously, except for large and small round holes, isn't there anything there?

With great shock and perplexity, he followed the head of the guards all the way down the secret passage inside the wall, and arrived at the bottom of the temple in a short while.

"There is no one guarding the hanging cage. It is probably not safe anymore. I will escort you to the passage of the old holy city. Please take someone back to the Privy Temple as soon as possible." The chief guard said, pushing away the hidden place. The movable stone door in the corner.

As soon as Teflon stepped out of the secret passage, his heart sank instantly.

There were more than a dozen enemies standing with their swords, as if they had known for a long time that this was the exit of the secret path.

"I thought I would never have the chance to set foot in the Holy City again. I didn't expect that the descendants who inherited the will of the Meteor Queen would be nothing more than that." A man stepped forward. He was wearing a strangely shaped armor, like many pieces of metal superimposed on each other. It was pieced together, and faintly blue blood could be seen on the mottled blade.

But when Teflon noticed his face, he felt his blood froze instantly.

He had seen the man's face.

Ellington, the presiding judge of the advance army of the Sixth Regiment, participated in the transformation ceremony of the God's Punishment Army three years ago. Before leaving, this brave and fearless warrior even said goodbye to himself.

An indescribable chill ran down the old bishop's spine and penetrated into his mind. The strange fear made him almost unable to control his tongue.

"You, you... What kind of monster are you...?".

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