Blood of Mercury

With the disappearance of the vision in the sky, the dozens of streams of light and Tyre's incarnation also disappeared at the same time.

However, this does not mean that the calamity of the wizards is over.

After the gods personally took action and killed the wizards, the protagonists of this war, the Templars, finally made their debut.

Unlike those wizards who were messy and covered in wounds, the Templars wore armor with divine magic, with silver short swords hanging around their waists, and sharp spears shimmering with cold light in their hands. On the back is a large holy emblem.

They laughed loudly and hurriedly advanced through the city, killing all the enemies who stood in their way.

Decapitate their heads with swords, sear them with flames, and smash them to mashed flesh with giant fists of steel.

There are no innocents in the wizard's city. Just living here is a sin.

"Go to hell!"

"Here! Your sins are unforgivable!"

They shouted loudly, with joy in their voices.

The Templars are the sword of God, the shield of God, the embodiment of divine might. Unlike priests with military positions such as apologists, the Templars didn't have to follow those strange rules or even pray, and they were paid a lot of money every month.

The meaning of their existence is to kill heretics, and the value of their existence is to kill for God.

After all, this is an age without demons - they only have humans to kill.

But of all the battles in the past, none have been more enjoyable than this one. They don't even need to detect whether the other party is evil, and they don't need to judge the degree of injury to the other party - the gods have already ordered that the wizard will be removed from the human beings.

Wizards will enjoy no legal protection, and killing a wizard is less of a crime than hunting a lord's hare. At the same time, their heads can be exchanged for a lot of merit or actual money.

Again, nothing is better than this.

The heretics all over the ground have lost their ability to fight under the miracle, and all they have to do is to make up for it. The few wizards who can resist will be completely overwhelmed by the Templars who are several times or even ten times their number.

The spear in the hands of a young Templar had become heavy with four corpses strung on it. Just when he was leaning against the wall and thinking about how to shove the corpse off the spear, he suddenly heard a faint sound of **.

Right at his feet, a white and slender left hand struggled out from the collapsed ruins. He walked over with his metal boots and asked cheerfully, "Need help?"

"Aum is here, thank you so much!"

A beautiful and weak girl's voice came from under the ruins: "I've been crushed by this **** stone for hours... uhhhhhhhhh!"

Without hesitation, the Templar took out the silver sword from his waist and pinned the girl's left hand to the ground. Then he easily lifted the stone and let the moonlight pour in. .

"First... sir?"

"I'm here, ma'am," the young Templar gave a satisfied and happy smile after seeing the girl's face. "You should thank your Aum God, that guy made my spear temporarily useless... But luckily, I still have a spear here that can pierce you."

And not far from here, there was a Templar Knight over fifty years old who got into a ruin with a nervous expression-he could recognize that it seemed to be a warehouse or something.

He carefully selected relatively intact things. He doesn't smash all of these things with a heavy spear like his young, radical colleagues.

He is very clear. Outside the White Tower, these things can sell for a lot of money. He is very clear. The White Tower is about to be destroyed, and the prices of these things will only go up and not go down.

His second daughter is about to get married, and his fourth child is about to be born. He needed a new governess, and some money for Father Gatreka to take care of his little Tom at the seminary, and for little Tom's armor and sword and foal ...that's another small expense. Those poor stipends alone were not enough to keep his knightly lord alive.

But he also knows that his behavior at this time is undoubtedly not allowed by discipline. If he were found, he would probably have to strip off his body—that would be miserable.

Just when he was scrambling to pick some bottles and jars that he didn't understand, maybe the sound of a crystal-like smashing was too loud before. An old wizard with a **** head groaned and woke up not far away. The old wizard was horrified when he saw the middle-aged Templar, but because his throat was filled with blood, he failed to cast the spell three times in a row.

At this time, the Templar knight reacted. Because of the lack of space, he couldn't stand up or draw his sword, so he just knelt on the ground and rushed over like a dog, grabbing the old wizard's throat with his thick hands that had taken off the steel gloves and covering him Q.

But he immediately felt that the old wizard's body tightened and began to struggle, and the old body was much stronger than he imagined.

He had no choice but to press his body against the old wizard's lungs, groping around and stuffing a crystal bottle into the old wizard's mouth to prevent him from shouting, and then freed up a hand. Punch after punch hit his sun ** until the old wizard's resistance gradually weakened, and he broke the old wizard's neck with a thick benzene method.

The middle-aged Templar slapped heavily and nervously, careful not to make any movement so as not to summon his colleagues. After ** has calmed down a bit. He just used the cloth torn from the old wizard's robe as a burden, wrapped the relatively complete things in several layers, and then hid them in the cracks of the armor.

This kind of thing is happening everywhere in the whole White Tower. The noble wizards of the past were now inferior to the meanest of domestic animals, and the remnants of books and experimental records were burned, and only a few things survived—most of which were potions of various kinds.

In the inner ring, a girl in a black robe appeared in the ruins of the second tower at some point. But no one could see her.

Under her is a huge coffin. In an area around the coffin, there is wonderfully no dust left here~www.wuxiaspot.com~ thus leaving a clean area.

The girl's long bangs covered half of her face, and her long black hair hung down from the huge coffin more than two meters high to the clean ground. Her legs were elegantly folded, her left leg was on top and her right was below, sitting on a huge obsidian coffin like this, watching indifferently what happened in the White Tower through the wall.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly lost interest, lowered her head, and stared at the coffin intently.

She stroked the obsidian coffin with her hands, stroking it back and forth a few times, and then went directly through the coffin lid with her hands, and lightly covered the cheeks of the deceased immersed in mercury.

"I see... I see it, and I'm really happy."

She murmured, her soft voice echoing in the empty basement.

"Then come back, my child."

"As you wish, my mentor."

A dull voice came from the mercury-soaked coffin. (To be continued.)