What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

In this way, after a brief commotion, silence was restored in the magnificent hall.

Under the threat of death, everyone squatted on the ground with their heads in panic.

Seeing that the situation has basically calmed down.

The cult leader finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As if regaining his confidence, he said to me again in a threatening tone:

"Woman, if you let the vice-bishop now...I can still consider letting you leave with your brother."

As he said, he motioned to his men to hold down the poor noble young man and let him kneel on the ground.

"Unless...you don't care about him at all!"

As he said, the executioner once again took out the hot red iron from the brazier and waved it in front of the young nobleman.

And the poor young man also looked at me with tears in his eyes, pleading.

But I am still indifferent.

Shaking his head, he said in a completely indifferent tone:

"I think you might have misunderstood... that person is not my brother, and I have nothing to do with him. So you can do whatever you want to him, I don't care..."

"Oh, really?"

The stupid leader obviously didn't believe my statement.

He said sinisterly:

"Since you don't care so much about his life and death...then I want someone to scald his tongue now, are you totally okay?"

Then, he motioned to his men to open the young man's mouth again.

"Whatever, as long as you want." I shrugged indifferently, then raised the blade slightly, and moved the blade to the position of Vice Bishop Bassen's finger. "As long as you don't mind, I will cut off Vice Bishop's Little finger, then everything is good!"

"you dare!"

The leader of the believer changed his face.

"I dare!"

And I raised the blade again and fell heavily again!

Click--

The sharp blade of the Elf Sword effortlessly cut off the withered fingers of the Deputy Bishop Bassen.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Accompanied by a terrifying scream and splashing blood.

The adult vice-bishop's fingers flew out in an arc, whirled slightly in the air and landed on the ground, and gently rolled down to the feet of the leader of the church.

As for the vice-bishop who lost his pinky finger, he immediately recovered from his coma in pain, struggling like a corpse, trying to stand up.

I have no sympathy for such scumbags.

He just lifted his foot without any psychological obstacles and kicked it on the back of the vice-bishop.Forcing him to lie on the ground again, unable to get up.

"If you dare to look up, I'll cut your head!"

I pointed the tip of my sword at the back of Vice-Bishop Bassen, and sternly warned.

The skinny old monkey shivered suddenly, and didn't dare to struggle any more.Even the atmosphere didn't dare to lay on the ground with one more sound, enduring the pain as much as possible, moaning quietly.

"you you....."

Seeing me so unscrupulously cut off the finger of the vice-bishop, the head of the church paled with anger.

He pointed to my face for a long time without being able to say a complete sentence, and his body was shaking violently, looking extremely ugly.

"Master Bishop...you...are you okay?"

It seems that by virtue of his class in rebooting religion, he cannot bear the guilt of being injured by the vice-bishop.

And I said coldly:

"Now you know the form, right?"

105. The Great Broken Restriction Education (6)

The leader of the cultist stared at me, his lips pale in anger.

But looking at the Jian Feng pointed at the vice-bishop's heart, he finally chose to compromise.

"Let go of the Vice-Bishop... everything can be discussed..."

I looked at the crowds around me being watched by the rebooters.

It is best if these unrelated personnel can leave first.At that time, I can concentrate on dealing with these rebooters.

Otherwise, paying attention to the safety of so many people all the time would be too constrained.It's hard for me to handle anyone who is taken hostage by rebooters as a threat.

But if they directly ask rebooters to release hostages, they probably won't agree.

Still have to find a way.

Besides, even if it is to clear the battlefield, I still need some helpers.

After all... I'm not going to let these shameless bastards and thugs go so easily.

They must pay the price.

Just like last time, they learned a deep and painful lesson.

No... even more "cruel" than last time.

Because only in this way can these gangsters no longer have the intention of doing evil.

As for what to do.....

Thinking of this, I looked around.

When I glanced at the pile of wooden boxes with iron panties, I quickly had an idea.

With... it's as good as last time...

Just in the details, some changes are needed.

After thinking about my plan in my heart, I said loudly:

"Let go of him? Of course," I shook the tip of the sword, and I continued, "As long as you zoom in on these people in the hall and leave, I will let him go immediately."

"impossible!"

The leader of the cultists categorically rejected Dao, then gritted his teeth:

"Unless you let go of the Bishop first!"

The expected answer.

"How do I know if you will regret it?"

I shrugged and continued as planned:

"How about this.... We each step back..."

I raised my sword and pointed in the direction of the guests.

"You let the women and children go first, and I will return your vice-bishop to you? How?"

After that, in order to increase the tension in the hearts of the rebooters, I lifted my foot and stomped hard on the calf of the vice-bishop.

"what--"

The skinny old cudgel suddenly screamed, raised his head hard, struggling to stretch out his uninjured right hand, crying and waving to the leader of the believer:

"Promise him! Promise him quickly! Whatever he says! Quickly—"

"Vice.... Vice-Bishop..."

Seeing his immediate boss begging to himself in such a miserable manner, the leader of the followers couldn't help but change his expression, his expression was no longer as firm as before, but hesitated and wavered.

Taking this opportunity, I increased the strength on my feet, stepped on the arch of the vice-bishop, and twisted it a full circle.

"Ahhhhh-"

The old bastard screamed again.

"My lord vice bishop!" The leader of the church was shocked and angry. He pointed at me and shouted, "I won't let you go!"

But at this moment, the scream of the vice-bishop came again.

"Quick—Quick—for Heavenly Father’s sake, promise him! Quick!!!"

Looking at the face of Deputy Bishop Basson that was distorted into pig liver color because of pain.The leader of the believer never dared to hesitate anymore.

With beads of sweat on his forehead, he instructed the subordinates beside him in a trembling tone:

"Let them go... Let all the women and children leave here! Hurry up!"

Hearing the commander's command, the believers on the side were sluggish for a while.

But looking at the miserable Vice Bishop Bassen in front of them, they finally started to act with solemn expressions, and preached in all directions:

"Pull out all the women and children and let them go!"

The rebooting believers who were dividing the crowd started to act immediately, pulling the children and women in the crowd and walking outside.

The hall fell into chaos again, and some messy crying sounded from all sides.Some women and children were unwilling to leave their companions and relatives, so they clashed with rebooters.Others have heard clearly that the people I talked with the leader of the believers chose to leave obediently, and quickly followed the religious believers who were in charge of receiving them and left the hall.

"Now... you can let go of the Bishop, right?"

The leader of the believer is very ugly.

"Wait... I must make sure that they all left the building safely." Then, I pointed to the glass window directly opposite, "At least wait until I see them all out of the courtyard."

"can!"

The leader of the believer almost squeezed these two words out of his teeth.

He took off the green cap on his head, almost torn the cloth and held it tightly in his hand, revealing a bright bald head.Then he threw the soft cap hard on the ground and stomped hard.

"Fuck ass!"

Looking at the shining big bald head, I suddenly wanted to laugh, so I said to him in a relaxed tone:

"Don't be so impatient... Mr. Wu Ke, there is nothing wrong with that hat."

"Of course!" "Wu Ke" looked at me with murderous eyes, and shouted sharply, "but you deserve to die!"

"To each other." I said with a smile, "I think Brother Wu Ke is the same with you!"

"Huh!" The fierce light in the big bald head's eyes, he stretched out his fingers and pointed at me, "I warn you, woman. If you want to do any tricks later... I will do it even if I try my best today. You are broken into pieces!"

"Swear in the name of Heavenly Father, I will do that!"

"Tsk tusk tusk... be careful, all the stars are flying out!"

I shook my head in disgust.

"Brother Wu Ke, don't worry...I am always very trustworthy. I always say that if you kill your whole family, you will kill your whole family... Never break your promise."

Looking out the window, I saw that most of the guests were already gone.

I moved my foot away, and picked up Alternate Bishop Bassen from behind.He threw his firewood-like body to the big bald head.

"Here...return it to you, your vice-bishop..."

"Master Bishop!" The big bald head hurriedly stepped forward, hugged the skinny Vice Bishop, and then hurriedly backed away.

Some rebooters holding swords quickly surrounded me and surrounded me.

"Master Bassen! Are you okay?"

The big bald head supported Deputy Bishop Bassen, and asked with concern.

"Ahem..."

The vice-bishop coughed hard, with a trace of blood sticking out from the corner of his mouth. He reluctantly stretched out his right finger towards me, and said in a voice like a gossamer:

"Don't.... Leave me... Hurry... Kill him.... Smash him into pieces! Uh... Cough cough cough..."