Heart of the Castle

Chapter 225 For the Glory of the Sky God
"But how to light the fire?" Reverend Fallon said in a heavy voice.

"I think, or we can let those werewolfs do this?" Babrupa rolled his eyes and said in a low voice.

"You can't do this. They are our allies now, and we can't harm them." Li Wei said seriously, seeing that Babrupa was about to refute, he added: "Even if it's only temporarily."

"Then you cling to your code of chivalry! Young master Levi!" Babrupa said angrily.

"It's true that they all have dog heads, but none of them are fools." Captain Els reminded: "And if you trick them into lighting the smoking powder, the other werewolves will definitely not give up. If there is no trace of the accuser, I am afraid that we will have to fight in front of the tower gate first."

"Leave the ignition to me." A voice came from Priest Storm's team, and then Priest Speck pushed away his astonished companions and walked out with a solemn expression. "Master Faron, I have used up all my divine energy today, and I can't help you in the next battle, so let me light the fire."

"Brother Speck, do you know what this means?" Pastor Fallon asked with a gloomy expression, frowning his eyebrows.

"I am very clear that I will give my life for North Aura, for the Temple of Storms, and even more for the reputation of the one who is in charge of the thunder." Pastor Speck replied calmly, with a calm smile on his dusty and sweaty face . "This thing has been prepared since the day I shaved off the top of my head."

"Brother Speck..." Hearing these words, the Priests of Storm all showed expressions of respect, even the always majestic Priest Fallon was no exception. "On behalf of His Excellency Archbishop Feilheim and the people of North Orla, I pay tribute to your sacrifice." Pastor Faron took off his hood and said solemnly.

Li Wei suddenly stepped forward and said, "No, without sacrificing anyone, I can use the fireball technique to ignite those smoking potions."

"Your mana should be reserved for more critical times, Knight Levi." Priest Speck said, "The dead man entrenched in this tower is definitely not easy to deal with. Without the power of divine magic, I can only exert normal magic power." The combat effectiveness of soldiers is a burden even if you follow up, and your fireball technique may be the key to victory or defeat."

"Wait a minute..." Li Wei wanted to continue persuading, but Pastor Speck closed his eyes, tilted his head back and said, "Please don't stop me from getting the honor of dedicating myself to my Lord Tomica, otherwise I will His soul will never rest in peace."

This sentence was already a very serious accusation when the pastor uttered it. Li Wei could only shut his mouth and silently looked at Pastor Speck.

For the next period of time, no one was interested in speaking.The priests of the storm gathered around the priest of Speck, singing in a low voice the hymns dedicated to the martyred saints, other than that, there was only the monotonous sound of digging in front of the tower ruins.Wilps used his long sword as an iron pick, and with the help of the flame fighting spirit, he dug up the rock-hard frozen soil under the two gates bit by bit. Every time a bit was dug out, Captain Els behind him used His massive shield pushed the frozen ground aside.

"It's done, Babrupa, let's load the fuming powder now." Wilps straightened up and said in a dull voice.Babrupa also lost the courage to chatter because of the dignified atmosphere. He came to the gate of the tower with all the smoking medicine packets in his hands, and then carefully placed these paper packets in Wilps' digging. Inside the hole that came out.

"I'm done pretending...you can... light the fire." Babrupa never knew that it was so difficult to say these words. He stood up and took a few steps back in a daze like a sleepwalking patient.

Pastor Fallon took out a torch rich in turpentine from his luggage, and then took out a flint to light the fire, but his hands were shaking constantly, and he couldn't strike a spark several times in a row, let alone light the torch.

Pastor Speck quietly stretched out his hands, holding the trembling palm of Pastor Fallon. "Lord Faron," his voice was soft but powerful, "if you can go back alive, remember to tell the Archbishop about Speck's achievements. Now, please let me walk this final path of glory by myself."

As he spoke, Priest Speck took the flint and dagger from Faron's hand, tapped lightly, and bright sparks splashed onto the torch, and the flammable turpentine smoked immediately, and Speck tapped the flint again , more sparks fell, and then he brought the torch to his mouth and blew lightly, and the flames suddenly sprang up.

"Brothers, I'll go first, see you before the throne of the God of the Sky!" Pastor Speck smiled and walked towards the gate of the tower.

"Sing together, the song of thunder. Tomica, you are the master of the sky..." Pastor Faron's chanting was trembling and a little out of tune, but it was full of a sacred feeling.

"Split the golden thunder in the darkness..." The storm priests lowered their heads in response, their hoods fluttering up and down in the evening wind.

"Your divine power is mighty, shocking the eyes of darkness..." Pastor Speck hummed softly, and his steps forward became faster and faster, each step becoming more determined.

"Not for us, not for us, martyr saint... You must add glory to the name of our Lord Tomika!"

The chorus of the priests of the storm reached a climax here. In this sacred hymn, Priest Speck strode to the gate of the high tower, holding the torch in both hands, and sent it deep into the smoke chamber. inside the hole.

There was an earth-shattering bang, and a red-hot fireball rose slowly, piercing the dense night.The scorching air waves rolled in, carrying the choking smell of gunpowder smoke.The storm priests were blown to one side, coughing and backing away; the Stiba chief jumped off the snakeskin early and hid behind the heavy scaled body; With the radiance of fighting spirit, he managed to stabilize his pace.

However, among these people, Priest Fallon, who was still very weak due to the attack of the wraith, did not retreat. He let the scorching air waves lift his cloak, beard and hair, and stood there with his arms open, as if he could embrace The heroic spirit of Priest Speck!
The smoke cleared, and the two gates of the ruins of the tower were crumbling. The lower half of one of the gates had cracked, and only a few twisted iron bars still hooked some broken pieces of wood. The other gate was slightly better, but it was also cracked. Many gaps.

"Everyone, Pastor Speck has opened the way for us, and now it's our turn to bleed and sacrifice!" Levi felt a heat surge in his eyes, and his vision blurred. He raised his hand and gently waved away the blood in front of him. Tears, holding up the knight sword, pointed towards the dark door of the tower. "Destroy the dead, for North Orla!"

"For the one who controls the thunder!" "For the destruction of the swamp!" "In honor of the heroic spirit of Brother Speck!" Shouts rang out one after another, some deep and powerful, some hoarse, some awe-inspiring, and these shouts merged into an unstoppable stream The torrent crashed into the gloomy and dark doorway of the tower ruins!

(End of this chapter)