Blood tax

Chapter 573 Temple Massacre
Griffith looked at the spellcasters in front of him with a hint of smile, and the sword edge made of lightning slowly slid out of the dark scabbard.

Gentlemen, please take the lead.

"He's going to take action!" As soon as he said it, Osidis's wand shot a dark beam at the flag captain. The latter just raised his hand and swiped it, and the black light hit the bloody gauntlet and bounced away.

"Teleport!"

Yasol Yahan activated his stance, and all spellcasters present turned into light mist and disappeared in front of the army. The next moment, they had reached the top of the steps of the temple and were behind the arcane-blessed door.

"Seal the temple," Councilor Yasol Yahan ordered. He walked vigorously and said to Osidis with confidence. "Calling all extraordinary wizards, we will let mortals see the true power."

Osidis touched the ground with his wand, and powerful auras came one after another.

After the death of the Elven Archon Ferreras Villanoy and the Chief Wizard of Odessa Avignon, the two seats of the 12 members of the Arcane Council were taken over by Athol Ahan and Osidis. Although the two sequence five wizards have not yet surpassed the rank of demigod, their strength and reputation are extraordinary.

The two people are in charge of the Arcane Temple on a daily basis.

The mage tower is the wizard's most powerful weapon! It is located on the ground where spiritual energy meets. It is constructed of solid boulders. Magic spells and traps are prefabricated in the tower. Once the enemy invades, they will be exposed to ubiquitous surveillance. The wizard himself can do whatever he wants through secret passages and teleportation. of movement.

The Arcane Temple is the magical territory of hundreds of wizards here! Also present were Lord Medwin, Lord Corleone, and Lord Samilon, who were also powerful Sequence 5 spellcasters. In this crisis-ridden moment, many magical dignitaries seek refuge here. Here, they can even challenge the gods!

The strongest defense, energy and mobility!
However, the demigods of other paths have their own churches and sanctuaries, and the powerful extraordinarys and extraordinarys under their command slipped away as soon as they saw the army.

Griffith, in the name of the Dictator, accused the spellcasters of being responsible for the loss of control of the Legion, the Potion, and the Children of Prophecy.

The door was locked behind the great magicians.

"The shields of the Temple are impenetrable," Yasol Ahan reassured everyone, "Let their efforts be in vain! We activate the Final Solution and bring destruction to these madmen!"

He spoke impassionedly, and the wizards responded with bursts of cheers and applause.

There was a rumble outside. It sounded like an army cannon being fired, the loud bang of the shells hitting the temple barrier. The temple's protective shield activated, providing some relief.

But a member of the Arcane Parliament named Milovan Neville grabbed his robe and shouted heartbreakingly: "Quickly ask the Senate for help, contact Canaan, you must seek the intervention of the elves immediately !”

Yasol Yahan pulled back his robe and dragged the panicked councilor to the ground: "Shut up, you coward."

"It's useless!" Milovan Neville lay on the ground, hugging the committee member's legs and shouted louder, "Don't you know what happened? We were abandoned! There is no way to stop the dictator's knights here."

At this moment, a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami suddenly came from outside the wall: "Go forward——!"

The sound echoed throughout the city, causing everyone in the entire temple to immediately become silent. Then the ground seemed to tremble faintly, and accompanied by the sound of cannons, there was the rhythm of thousands of pairs of boots stepping on the marble. The resonance caused by the regular steps was accompanied by a ferocious blood that made people extremely uncomfortable.

Is it safe here?
The men and women hiding here gathered in small groups and whispered. Among them were several senators and many parliamentarians, as well as more distinguished and wealthy upper class people who had just fled from the mob in Bayeran City and took refuge here. According to the news from the Senate, the dictator had clearly promised to eliminate the vulgar and lowly Muggles for them and take back all their mansions, land and industries.

The daughters of Count Larmore are engaged to the commander-in-chief of the dictatorship. She is also a witch, but why is Griffith de Ravenel so ignorant! ?
Priests and demon hunters, as well as extraordinary people from other channels, all fled.

"Lord Athor Ahan," Osidis whispered to his colleagues, "the Larmore family, and many others, are not here."

"..."

Shadows and fears surged from every corner inside the temple, whispering of unspeakable natural enemies.

At this time, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"Look what that is!"

A tiny glowing dot appeared on the impenetrable door, smaller than a child's finger.

The rare metal that made the gate turned warm!
This small spot of light gradually turned into a light red color of coagulated blood, and then turned into the color of blood.

The temple doors burned like lava.

"They are destroying the gate! This thing can't be stopped!" A wizard screamed heartbreakingly, "I have heard a long time ago that the dictator's knights are actually extraordinary beings of the spellbreaker path, and they are war knights. !”

This taboo title stung the nobles present, and then they saw a spear!
The blade, soaked like a cold spring, penetrated the metal, dyeing the entire hall with a layer of crystal purple brilliance. The burning metal began to flow, and the arc of psychic light gradually lengthened, emerging from the darkness. Then, the red fire burst, and the door was pushed by strong arms and opened back.

Lost words and ominous atmosphere were released. The crystals that illuminated the temple were overloaded together, bursting into crackling arcs, and then extinguished together.

The wizards stared into the darkness, dumbfounded.

"What should we do..." Osidis shouted repeatedly, "What should we do!?"

The eloquent Yasol Ahan has lost the power of speech. He suddenly saw a straight bolt of lightning hovering in the darkness. The lightning was so abnormal that it was hard to figure out why it stayed there. The electric light illuminated the black robe, heavy armor and gauntlets, and under the dark helmet was a sight like a blood moon. Scarlet light extended along the lightning.

The holy sword hummed like thunder and lightning thrown by the gods.

"Hoo, ho—"

The dull sound seemed to echo in the heart of the caster, and an invisible hand grasped the throat. Suddenly, the black shadow flashed past, and an extraordinary wizard who was closer to the door found himself flying up, but his body was still half-kneeling on the ground.

"Ah, ah——!"

The wizards screamed heart-breakingly like driven ducks by the pond, and many resisted. They waved their wands to fight back, but the weapons in their hands snapped in two in the blink of an eye.

Spellcasting interference! silence!
The monster in the shadow rolled over like mowing grass, and the wizard who dared to block him was chopped into two pieces in the blink of an eye.

The casters seemed to have returned to the ancient era where only fragments of words were spread, recalling the horror imprinted in the depths of their souls.

"Don't run, fight him!" Lord Medwin, Lord Corleone and Lord Samilon got closer, shouting to their companions to resist, "Use the form of mythical creatures!" The blade in Griffith's hand The low moan resonated with the golden flames of the spear in Erza's hand. The extraordinary wizard who faced them was also fighting to the death!
Medwin transformed into a solid earth element, Corleone summoned a black cloud-like army of wronged souls, and Samiron transformed into a ball of liquid metal covered with spikes. The powerful magic in the temple is their backing. In just a few seconds, the two committee members can set off a wild wave of psychic energy!

Samilon ejected dense spikes, tearing the air, and stabbed with a shrill roar.

Erza held the holy spear in her hand and raised it sideways. The dense thrusts were chopped into pieces by the spear blade and dispersed in the wind. Griffith passed by and slashed at the liquid metal ball with his sword.

"Ah, this!"

The liquid metal disappeared under Po Jun's annihilation force. Samilon's mythical creature form was annihilated by this blow and turned into splashing water and foam.

Just when he was about to turn into fluid again and escape, Griffith had already grabbed his arm. The right hand that was supposed to turn into metallic liquid was unable to change, and was locked and twisted by the gauntlet.

The slender arm broke with a snap, and the broken bones pierced the muscles and skin and exposed them to the air.

"what--!!!"

The extraordinary wizard let out a heart-breaking scream from the depths of his soul. Before it could escape his mouth, Erza's spear penetrated his forehead and lifted off most of his skull.

Medwin scared everyone stupid. There were gunshots all around.

The 10th Army rushed in, and dense gunfire rang out one after another. The white mist from the primer was filling the air, and clouds of blood mist were exploding everywhere!
The Grand Republican Army of Verona began to massacre the wizards in the temple. The light of the shield flashed rapidly in the crowd. The first batch of wizards who were shot touched the place where they were shot. Blood from their mouths and noses flowed into their mouths. Then, incomparable pain came, and they fell to the ground rolling and howling miserably.

"shooting!"

The soldiers in the front row retreated, and the musketeers in the second row raised their guns and pulled the triggers ruthlessly against the resisting and fleeing crowds.

The deafening volley of gunfire sounded loudly again, and another stream of blood mist rose. Those who were shot first looked at the soldiers in shock, then showed expressions of disbelief, and finally fell to the ground and cried desperately.

"shooting!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The pungent smoke of gunpowder spread through the cold and biting air. The smoke filled the air, and the smell of blood began to spread everywhere.

"what!"

The crowd finally reacted. They screamed and fled in all directions with a loud bang, scattering like birds and beasts.

"go ahead--!"

The officers and soldiers of the 10th Army lined up forward. Their military boots made a neat sound when they stepped on the blood and corpses. The soldiers in the front attacked, and those in the back stabbed the corpses of the casters who were still hanging in silence with their bayonets.

Amidst the screams one after another, Griffith turned into a bolt of thunder and swung his sword to slash left and right among Corleone's innocent souls. Fused with other mysterious souls, it bit him like a piranha, but it couldn't bite away the heavy armor and bloody light!

"Thunder's Fury" bursts out in the slash. The power of thunder surrounded the light-containing sword, creating a chain of lightning that jumped among the clouds of innocent souls.

Griffith was swinging on the spot at a high speed. The last bolt of lightning was still jumping on the enemies who were crowded around him, and the next bolt had already burst out from the sword.

Hanguang gathered sharp sword energy, and the invisible wind pressure cut through the black shadow and fog between swings.

His slashes also carried a storm-like cyclone, and the enemies that were not split by the sword edge were swept past, falling in all directions like weeds under the strong wind. The unconscious souls were restrained by lightning and blood, and fell into confusion, surprise and panic. If they had not lost their hearts and souls, they would have fled away at this time.

Griffith waved the holy sword, spinning and moving continuously, and the sparkling sword light spread destruction in all directions. With him as the center, streaks of thunder blossomed with bloody petals, spreading all over the sky.

Corleone was terrified. He turned around and fled into a secret room, trying to hide in the closet. The wizards who ran in with him competed with each other for the small door of the wardrobe, everyone wanted to be the first to hide in. Erza kicked open the door, looked at the lost extraordinary wizard, put her index finger on her lips, and then, unexpectedly, winked at them.

The shouts of death outside were getting closer and closer, and countless neat footsteps rushed up the stairs, followed by intense bursts of gunfire and screams.

Corleone's body trembled violently. The wizards beside him all had pale faces, feeling that the end of the world was coming.

"Have mercy!

"kindness!"

This begging for mercy was not enough, Corleone shouted: "Ah, ah! Lord Valkyrie, the Valkyrie of Bjelan! I am willing to be your dog!"

After hearing this, another wizard rushed forward and kissed the ground in front of Erza's boots.

They raised their hands and begged for mercy. Until a group of soldiers rushed in, stood in front of them, and pointed their guns at the spellcaster with his hands raised.

"No!"

Erza retreated, and wizards fell to the ground amid the deafening roar of volleys of gunfire. The infantry rushed forward with bayonets in hand, the creepy sound of bayonets piercing flesh, the cries and groans before death, and the screams from every corner of the temple intertwined.

Regardless of his dignity, Corleone got into the closet. A grenadier strode up and poured a string of grenades through the crack in the door.

"boom--!"

The extraordinary wizard who broke through the shield fell to the ground. The soldiers gathered around, raised their bayonets and stabbed randomly.

More than a dozen bayonets were thrust in and pulled out, thrust in and pulled out again, bringing out pieces of blood mist and flesh.

The howling went from high to low, then slowly fell to silence.

(End of this chapter)