Chapter 457 7.111 The Chuanhuo Gang Is in Action (1)

Chapter 457 111 The Fire Transmission Gang is in Action (1)

The frost giants standing outside the castle did not attack the city immediately.

The days of fighting on the French land had completely awakened their fighting instincts stored deep in their memories. Especially in the wetlands outside Paris, where rich spiritual energy was floating, the frost giants stuffed almost all the creatures born in this swamp into their mouths.

Their originally exhausted spiritual energy has been mostly restored under the nourishment of the unicorn's blood.

"Avalanche Oran" took Alfred off his shoulder. Then, he and hundreds of adult frost giants behind him stood in a wedge shape, forming a huge triangle.

Oran stood alone at the front of the wedge formation. He made the familiar move again - raising his left hand and reaching it into the sky.

But this time, no frost spears condensed in their palms.

Hundreds of frost giants behind him raised their left hands at the same time. A light blue mist rose from their palms. This condensed blue mist rushed straight into the sky, and when it touched the clouds, it quickly formed a group of lead-black clouds.

The warm afternoon sunshine was quickly dispelled, and as the lead-gray dark clouds covered the sky, large groups of sticky snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

July was the height of summer in the Duchy of France, and the people in the city were wearing thin silk. The heavy snow in this season was a strange phenomenon they had never seen before.

What was even more terrifying was that the heavy snow falling from the sky was getting denser and denser. With the help of the strong wind, it was rapidly evolving into the "white hair wind" in the Slavic people's mouth.

The light blue psychic ripples were hidden in the snowflakes and spread out to cover the surface of the city wall, and immediately condensed into huge ice cones several meters long on it. This was a sign that the temperature was quickly taken away.

The dark world was mixed with wind and snow, and the Golden Scale Guards on the city wall could not see what was happening 3 meters away in front of them. The flying dragons fell back to the ground one after another. In the snowstorm, they were also blind, and their random fire spraying might even accidentally hurt friendly troops on the city wall.

With their ears pricked up, they could only hear the heavy footsteps getting closer and closer in front of them.

When the defenders were about to raise their weapons when several high-speed flying ice spears suddenly appeared in the snowstorm, the deep blue face of the frost giant appeared in front of them.

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"All brothers and sisters! Today, we are facing a disaster of annihilation!"

"In the 'Lorraine Region' and 'Brittany Region' occupied by the mob, all the cities have been destroyed! Duke Earl and Duke Lanser have all died in battle, and no residents in the province have survived!"

"To escape from this disaster, I need all of you to take up your weapons! Go to the city wall to defend!"

On the street, a holy bishop monk wearing a monk's robe and holding a spiked chain in his hand was beating gongs and drums. The heavy snow hit his face. Although he was wearing thin clothes, he still tried his best to shout to the residents on the street.

"If you don't have a sword, pick up a kitchen knife!"

"If you don't have a kitchen knife, any iron tool, even a wooden stick or a fishing rod will do!"

"Everyone listen to me! This time, we will not hide women and children in the underground palace like we did more than a hundred years ago to resist the Arab attack.

It's useless!

If the city is broken and the demonic mob rushes into the city, all of us will die!

Remember, everyone!"

The monks who were beating the gongs and drums gradually went away, and the women who were rummaging through boxes and putting on thick cotton jackets walked out of their homes one after another.

"Oh my God, I didn't know our neighbors hated us so much?"

"Yeah, why is that?"

"If we hadn't sold them the food produced in France, they might still be living a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood! These barbarians are all ungrateful!"

"Haha, instead of complaining, you might as well think about where to run away! Listen to me, the residence of the Solonis family is not far from us. I heard that 'Diamond Flower' Dulang has many enemies. He usually raises a lot of private armies in his house, and even has alchemists from the Tang Dynasty in the East!"

"Really? What are you hesitating about?! Hurry up and call the children, let's take refuge together."

"Don't listen to the words of those crusaders and stupidly climb up the city wall! I heard that the giants are very powerful, and even the fire-breathing dragons may not be able to resist them."

As they walked and nagging, groups of women pulled their children past the window quickly.

Bishop Francis reached out and pulled the curtains, then ran into the basement of this low-key house.

In the basement sat seven members of the Fire Transmission Gang of different skin colors and races.

Sitting at the head of the seat was naturally the "Fire Transmission Bishop" Microa. Although the Fire Transmission Temple in Paris had been closed down by the torture monks at this time, the escape skills of everyone in the Fire Transmission Gang were outrageously excellent.

For someone like Microa who always has five clones all over the world, if you want to kill her, you need to kill all the mirror images at the same time.

This is almost an impossible task.

"My lord, the plan succeeded! In the Conqueror's Fortress, although I don't know where His Highness the Pretender sent Alfred, it is obvious that his judgment is correct!"

"Paris is already in chaos. When the elderly and children need to take up weapons and walk up to the city wall, it means that the day of breaking the city is almost at hand."

"Our chance has come!"

Everyone present nodded in agreement. Although their skin color was different from that of the international community, this group of people could be said to be the core backbone following Microa.

When the Big Sparrow died, the other members of the Fire Transmission Gang in Paris had been severely corrupted by the "Firefly Swarm" led by the "Mushi Master".

Only these few people around him could still gain Microa's trust.

This, of course, also included Bishop Francis who returned to Paris.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. It was with the intelligence he provided a month ago that Microa was able to easily win Alfred's trust.

"Bishop Francis, are you really ready to betray the Holy Light?"

The old bishop was silent for a moment, and finally nodded vigorously.

To be honest, he was a "doubter" with a good background. If this mysterious saint could show his holiness like the "Fire Transmission Master", even if he could only solve the sufferings of the believers once, he would definitely be willing to submit to him.

But this mysterious saint has never appeared.

As for every sermon, he opened his arms in the Lindisfar Monastery and affectionately told the believers the holy gospel that the Holy Lord Christ had given him in his ears. But in fact, since he joined the church, he had never heard the gods say even a word to him.

Even though he stumbled into the Sequence 7 of the "Holy Light Path", he was very suspicious whether the Lord in the sky was drunk when he gave him power.

Healing and saving people is not what Bishop Francis is good at.

At this time, his status and position are far from that of the bishop in the Lindisfar Monastery. He no longer has to be like a barefoot doctor, ready to release holy light spells at any time to solve the disease problems of the surrounding villagers.

What the old bishop needs now is the ability to protect himself and fight.

"I've thought about it, Bishop, I think Zoroastrianism is my ultimate way out!"

On the street above, the shouts of residents continued to come. Microa knew that they had to speed up.

"The 6th sequence of the Fire King - Phoenix, Embers, Enchanted, Witch, Balrog, Fire Knight. Eliminating the Witch requires that the Chosen One must be a woman, which you cannot achieve. Have you decided which of the other 5 sequence paths to choose?"

"If you are not familiar with the Chosen Ones of my cult, I can give you a brief introduction."

"The Phoenix Path combines offense and defense, and is the most powerful, but the spiritual energy consumed for upgrading is extremely large. Unless you are a gifted person who will be poured with a lot of resources by the Pope, I do not recommend choosing this upgrade path as the beginning of the sequence."

"The Embers are immortal, even if their whole body is cut off, as long as the remaining head is brought back by their companions, they can still survive. Frankly speaking, I do not recommend this sequence path, because it is generally reserved for the dead men in the gang."

"It can sometimes be very troublesome to transport the dead men out of the territory of the hostile country, but it will be much easier to save only one head." Seeing the puzzled look of Archbishop Francis, a middle-aged lady in her forties beside him smiled and said to him.

From the outside, this person looks kind and benevolent, just like the proprietress of a bakery on the corner. I really don't know what kind of extraordinary ability she has behind the scenes to be accepted by Microa as a fire thief.

"The possessed person is a fire magician with pure mana, and can also use some fire illusion tricks."

"The Flame Demon is the path of advancement I practiced, which can transform the body into pure elements. Although the power of the elemental body is limited, it is immune to all poisons, has a strong recovery ability, and can use most of the secret spells in the world.

High-sequencers can also create mirror clones and exist in multiple locations at the same time."

"As for the last Fire Knight, this is necessary to enter the main army of my empire, the 'Fire Knight Corps'. The Chosen Ones under the Fire Knight Path can connect with the 'Fire Horse'. This is a magical beast whose whole body is transformed by pure magic energy, and it also comes from ancient times."

The noise above his head became more and more intense, and Priest Francis knew that he didn't have much time to delay now.

"I've decided."

"I choose the path of enchantment."