Warhammer Throne

Archbishop Vicma immediately turned around, only to find that there was nothing in his eyes, nothing behind him.

Everything is still so quiet.

"...Demon, can it already affect this place?" Archbishop Vekema hesitated for a while.

According to common sense, no one can sneak into the underground of the Saint Skeleton Hall, and regardless of the powerful divine suppression here, it is impossible for anyone to break in silently with the hundreds of guards guarding it outside.

But thinking of what happened today, there were cultists in the scorpion hall of the Church of Justice, and they even dared to whisper in his ear, saying that he is a heresy.

Some people have reached the point of being unscrupulous and bold!

Archbishop Vikmar carefully searched the room and found that there was indeed no one in the room. He hesitated for a while, thinking that he might have hallucinations. After all, today he suddenly discovered that chaos believers could appear in the cathedral, and his body improved. Alertness is understandable.

The archbishop continued to read the classics.

Vicma has always been very critical of the performance of many pastors and regional bishops of the Justice Church.

Because many priests and bishops are more willing to participate in the noble court politics and raise large amounts of donations than normal clergymen who guide their faith and expel chaos and the threat of vampires.

The doctrines of the **** of justice are "justice has no distinction between high and low" and "justice requires a price."

This is a good doctrine, but in human history, there has never been a lack of clergy who maliciously twisted the doctrine of gods and worked for themselves.

Many priests always like to separate believers from deities. They advocate that "belief must have channels", that is, mortals cannot directly believe in deities, but through the church to believe in deities, and then enjoy the believers' money and status.

Vekma has been committed to combating these corrupt clergy, but the archbishop's heart also knows that everyone has aspirations. In addition to faith, people also need to fill their stomachs. Real living saints rarely exist, even if they are holy grail knights. We also want to eat good wine and meat, so what Vicma has to do is to punish and suppress, not to kill with a stick. As for the small amount of loss in transportation, there are occasional bishops in some areas who pay three-thousandths of money. At five-thousandths of a visit, the archbishop can only leave it alone.

Luther Hus is a young and pious fighting pastor. This pastor has discovered many shortcomings in the Church of Justice. He directly made many suggestions to the Council of the Holy See. Archbishop Vekema attaches great importance to it. He wants to The pastor transferred to Brunswick, consulted face to face, and corrected some bad policies.

In the corner of two rooms far away from here, Ryan shook his head indifferently: "Sneak attack is unlikely. The two of us can't get Archbishop Vekema within a short time. We can neither kill him by surprise nor make peace. He fights, this will make us into a desperate situation!"

Just when Vicma turned the book, Ryan and Tiger Lisboa wanted to knock the archbishop unconscious through a sneak attack. There is a carriage of the Holy Spirit in the Church of the Skeleton, and Vicma's command scepter and his ring can release the gods. Operate, activate the carriage, and take them out.

The sanctuary powerhouse is the sanctuary powerhouse. He is too alert. Ryan just released a little bit of murderous aura from a place 30 meters away, and the archbishop immediately instinctively warned.

"Sneak attack is impossible. We need to change our mind." Ryan thought for a while and whispered: "Your Excellency Vicma won't read those books for too long. He should be aware of the taboo books that are contaminated by chaos for a long time. There is no benefit."

"For humans, one and a half hours is the most. If the archbishop is not stupid, he won't stay for too long." Targris prepared a super-powerful spell in his hand, and he carefully let the power of the spell dissipate to avoid people. find.

The magical magic spell, magic net seal, this magic can completely imprison some powerful beings, and completely stop his time. The eighth ring and spells below the eighth ring cannot be used in the hall of the sacred. The original plan of the two people was Ryan In a sneak attack, Targris was imprisoned, and then Ryan knocked Vicma stunned again.

As a result, the plan failed, and Victor was too alert.

"In that case...Tegris, let's go over." Ryan rolled his eyes, and he showed a beastly smile: "Let's go to Vikmar's bedroom."

The two cautiously came to the bedroom of Archbishop Vekema. The bedroom was very simple. On the wooden table was a cup of cold coffee, Luther-Huss recipe and half-eaten black bread.

Targris leaned on Lilith’s Moon Staff, and he looked at the environment: “It’s impossible to hide in the closet or under the bed. You think your Excellency Vicma would be so stupid that someone was lying in ambush in the bedroom. Did you fall asleep in time?"

Ryan stretched out an index finger and shook it from side to side. He pointed to the coffee: "The God of Justice hates believers for wasting food."

"Poisoned?" Targris was expressionless.

"It's not poisoning, but medicine." Ryan took out a small paper bag from the space ring. Inside the paper bag was some white powdery crystals: "This medicine is not poisonous, it will only make people drowsy, and the silver needle cannot detect it. from."

Ryan folded a corner of the small paper bag and poured some powder into the coffee.

"Shushasha~"

There was finally a smile on Targris's face: "Is this Olica for you?"

"How do you know?" Ryan was a little strange.

"Dark elves are best at playing this kind of tricks... and the Korundia family..." The two hid outside: "You have to learn to be fortunate, Ryan, if she doesn't really be your maid, she can always You are poisoned to death."

They sat behind a coffin in a corridor, and Ryan smiled: "I never need to be strong."

"It has nothing to do with whether you use strong or not. The dark elves don't care whether you use strong or not. It doesn't matter if you succeed. For elves, there is no concept of chastity." Targris said to Ryan: "The dark elves enjoy the process, after enjoying it. In revenge, some dark elves will cut the man’s as a collection, just because you let her experience the feeling of happiness."

"..." Ryan felt a bit noisy in the cool breeze in the underground buildings today.

"Is there not such a concept at all for elves? You can go out and mess around after you get married?" They had to wait for a while, and he happened to chat with Targris.

"...That's because you think too much. For high elves, these are not taboos only when they don’t have a fixed partner. If a fixed partner is chosen, even after marriage, the elves are very clean and self-conscious and serious, like My brother Tyrion, since he became a partner with Ella Ruili, he has rarely been sensual outside. "Tegris knew that Ryan wanted to be crooked again, so he tried to whitewash his brother.

"No, I heard Lilith say that the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen are husband and wife." Ryan murmured.

"That is, yes, the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen are legally married." Targris was speechless: "But the Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen have to give birth to the next Eternal Queen, and then they can separate and search for each other. Partner."

"So... the next eternal queen will be born of Finnuba and Ella Ruili?" Ryan continued to vomit. The fairy in the lake had told him about these things.

"Um..." Targris was in a dilemma, speechless.

All Austrian Suan people know that the next Eternal Queen is Tyrion and Elarili’s children, and has nothing to do with Finnuba. The Phoenix King and the Eternal Queen have not even had a day in the same room.

Regardless of whether he admits it or not, he has violated the words previously emphasized by Ryan, and the Supreme Master simply kept silent.

Ryan smiled, and he didn't ask any more questions. There were some things that didn't need to be thoroughly questioned. He understood Targris, the Supreme Master helped him a lot, and he wanted to save Targris some face.

An hour later, Archbishop Vekema ended up browsing the taboo books and returned to his bedroom. He picked up the cold coffee, sniffed it, and checked it with a silver needle. After confirming that there was no problem, he said "tons, tons, tons". He drank the ground, gnawed a few bites of brown bread, and corrected the documents in his bedroom.

Ryan motioned to Targris to continue to wait patiently.

After another half an hour, the snoring sounded, and Archbishop Vicma finally fell asleep on the table.

The time has come!

"Quick! This medicine has a very poor effect on the sanctuary powerhouse! Up to an hour! We must find a way to get out quickly!"

"go!"

Targris and Ryan lifted Archbishop Vekmar from the table.

The two hurriedly framed the archbishop's body and ran up all the way: "Quick, quick!"

Vicma's body was very heavy, and the various magical objects and jewelry on his clothes weighed more than two hundred kilograms. In order to make the movement as small as possible, Ryan simply carried the archbishop back up.

After a frantic run, they ran out of the basement, and a golden carriage was placed inside the Church of the Wreck. Ryan hugged the archbishop’s body and put it on the carriage. Targris pressed Vicma’s ring on it. To the carriage of the carriage.

Driven by the divine power contained in the ring, the carriage started and called out. Ryan and Targris breathed a sigh of relief when they saw it. They sat on one side, squeezing the fainted archbishop to the right, leaning against the carriage window. s position.

"Drive!" Ryan gently waved the reins and motioned for the horses to go out. The four tall horses recognized Ryan was not their master, but because both Ryan and Targris exuded a very comfortable atmosphere for the animals, they still Decided to be obedient.

The carriage slowly drove out of the sacred skeletal church.

Outside the sacred church, there are brightly lit, hundreds of dervishes and more than one hundred paladins, and more than two hundred combat priests are patrolling nearby. Seeing the archbishop’s carriage driving out of the sacred church, these clergy stopped their hands. Regarding the matter, I pay respect to Archbishop Vicma: "I pay my respects to you, Victor is crowned!"

"Charlemagne bless us!"

"For my lord!"

The curtain on the window of the car opened a corner, and Archbishop Vicma closed his eyes tightly, as if he was thinking deeply. He did not wave his hand as usual, but nodded deeply.

The guards are very strange. Even though Archbishop Vekmar is usually very serious, he is not silent?

The window curtains were lowered again, and the archbishop’s unpredictability made the guards secretly startled, wondering if something went wrong with them, causing the archbishop to be in a bad mood?

Due to a heresy, the current Cathedral of the Church of Justice has five steps and one post, three steps and one post. Ryan secretly looked through the gap in the car curtain, and his heart almost touched his throat. The entire church of the sacred remains nearby. Crowded with demon hunters and guards! If this is exposed, even he and Targris will not be able to escape successfully!

Once they were discovered what they had done, what the two of them had to face was almost a dead end!

The wheels of the wagon were turning round and round, Ryan's forehead was already sweating, and Targris's hand holding the staff was also slightly white.

Fortunately, there were not many accidents along the way, and the carriage drove out smoothly.

The entrance of the Church of Justice is not far away! As long as they get out of the gate of the Church of Justice, they can easily escape! The horses remember the location of the Skeleton Hall, and they will send the Victor back to the Skeleton Hall.

Five hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

Just when there was still twenty meters away from the gate, a sudden change occurred! A bishop of the red-clothed district led several war priests and witchers to stop the carriage: "Under the crown of Vicma, I am very sorry to disturb you, but we have something for you to judge."

The carriage curtain opened and Archbishop Vicma's face appeared in front of the cardinal. He still closed his eyes, his long mustache and face looked very serious, and the archbishop nodded slowly. Looks like he intends to listen to reports from his subordinates.

"His Majesty the Emperor was shocked when he heard the news of the presence of Chaos Cultists in the cathedral. His Excellency Ludwig, the banner officer, has led an army to the fallen aristocracy’s castle to counter the rebellion. The emperor sent people to ask us whether the Church of Justice Can a team of paladins and some demon hunters be sent to help Ludwig?" the cardinal asked loudly.

Inside the car curtain, Archbishop Vekema still closed his eyes tightly. He kept nodding his head without giving any instructions.

"Under the crown of Vicma, can you send paladins and demon hunters?" Seeing the archbishop just nodded, with an ambiguous attitude, the cardinal asked anxiously: "Under the crown of my archbishop, please have a decreed clear statement! Emperor! The special envoy is waiting for your decision."

Vicma just nodded.

At this time, the guards and the demon hunters in the hall felt that something was wrong, and the cardinal was even more strange. He began to slowly approach, trying to touch the door of the carriage: "My archbishop? What happened, What's the matter? Please speak?"

Oops! ! !

Inside the carriage, Ryan was still nodding while holding Archbishop Vekmar's neck, seeing the guards gradually gathering, his heart beating at a rate of 180 per minute!

What to do? What to do? What to do? ? ? ! ! !

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