It is said to be a reconnaissance, but in fact it is just a wandering area full of video and eyeballs. In the city, there is basically only a two-story building with a herringbone pointed roof, which makes Marceau very troubled by the upcoming reconnaissance plan - how to play this? The sharp roof may be to prevent invaders from using the house.

This kind of big city must have sewers, and the size of sewers is definitely not small. It is something that Marceau can think of, and others can think of it. Along the way, Marceau has basically never seen a sewer wellhead that can be used. There is only a small hole in the roadside with rainwater, and a metal mesh cover is also covered with. When the cat walked, it was stepped on two or three places and found that bells were hanging under their covers. When they touched, it would cause a sound due to shaking. This sound was nothing during the day, but if it sounded on a calm night, it was simply telling the whole block that there were thieves coming.

Marceau did not give up and discussed with Yang for a while. He decided to sit on a bench and pretend to be tired and rested. Using the girl as a cover, Marceau first used the charming animal (charmanimal) to manipulate a mouse, and then released a shared body (sharehusk) on its body. Then Yang released a featherfall scroll for the mouse.

So the mouse drilled into the grid. As soon as the mouse landed, it immediately triggered a trap. After an electric spark, the cat found that the spell of sharing vision with the mouse was interrupted.

"Damn it, the mouse is dead..." Marceau explained the situation to Yang, and Yang shook his head helplessly.

The sewer was not safe, and it seemed that the guardians of Sakalam would not let go of any dead corners. This made the cat very hurt and rested on the bench with Yang for a while. The cat decided to continue reconnaissance, so the two of them walked and turned a crossroads and saw the small square at the end of the street in the distance and the steeple sacred temple on the square.

"A sacred temple, let's go and see." Marceau immediately thought of the situation of going to see the sacred temple - Speaking of which, the evil god has been corruption and depravity of the city lord for fifty years. In the current situation of the integration of politics and religion in the state of Sakalam, how the city lord escaped the archbishops' sharp eyes has always been a problem that has troubled Marceau.

Although this is not the Anonymous Grand Church I saw outside the city yesterday, it seems to be a small church built by the neighborhood, at least this church can be used to confirm how profound the corruption and depravity in the city is.

"Hey, how could there be a preaching meeting today?"

As he approached the temple, Yang looked at the crowd lined up and said curiously.

As a believer of Payne, Marceau only participated in a single service in more than five years. He really knew very little about the party of preaching, such as pastors and believers. The only thing he heard was that preaching should be a ritual for pastors to strengthen the faith of believers. However, all this could not stop Marceau's curiosity: "Will there be a preaching meeting today?"

"No, I have seen many preaching meetings on Moen's side. My mentor told me that, including the Church of the Gods and the Anonymous Church, many preaching meetings in temples are held on weekends two days a week, but today is Wednesday. So I'm curious... Is it different for Sakalam to be in the same situation as Moen?" Yang said, while looking at the abortion and the priests who maintained order. After a while, the girl frowned: "Looking at the holy emblem decoration on the wall outside, it should be the temple of the Goddess of Wealth. I saw dwarfs, halflings, humans and several dwarves... No problem."

Hearing Yang's explanation, Marceau nodded - most of the faith populations of the Goddess of Wealth are humans, halflings and dwarfs, and of course dwarfs are indispensable. Among them, halflings, as an important faith group, have a large number of halflings and dwarfs in the priest group of the Goddess of Wealth. These guys are the most determined believers of the Goddess of Wealth.

Today's preaching scene included humans, halflings and gnome believers, as well as humans, halflings and gnome priests, although there were only scattered dwarves. However, these dwarves usually only appear further north, and they prefer to believe in their dwarves gods, and there was nothing that could make Marceau feel strange.

But Marceau's instinct kept telling himself not to approach this sacred temple, but Yang didn't think so. The little girl dragged her cat to the crowd. In front of the priests, Yang negotiated as a paladin: "I want to bring my friends to watch the preaching meeting of the Goddess of Wealth."

In fact, the Twin Mother Goddess of the Grassland Elves, who also have the wealth field, has a good relationship with this person. After all, peers are enemies, but as a believer of His God, the Goddess of Wealth will not keep the Grassland Elves out. For her, it is the most important thing to bring wealth. As for whether her own believers or His God believers bring wealth to her, it is actually not very important for her.

"Of course, please come in." A priest smiled and made way open the entrance. When passing by him, Marceau smelled a perfume, which was very light, but it still made the cat turn his attention to the Mogus Heights man. He had a distinctive red complexion and looked a little old, with a white hair on his temples. The priest robe on his body was a little white, but it was very clean. Moreover, Marceau noticed the scent bag around his waist and a beautifully crafted bracelet on his wrist. It was nothing, but the perfume smell made Marceau very puzzled.

Soon, on another pastor who walked out, Marceau smelled the perfume again, and the half-elf was dressed more delicately than the Highlander. His pastor's robe was embroidered with gold edges and a pair of gold earrings hung on his ears, which looked very delicate.

After seeing this, Marceau looked at several pastors and found that they had some gorgeous clothes. The cat even found a beautiful pastor with a wavy head with a lipstick on his mouth and a string of earrings on his ears.

"Yang, do you know that the priest of the Goddess of Wealth dressed up like this?" Marceau asked Yang.

Yang was stunned for a moment, then looked at the pastors: "I want to be the priest of the goddess of wealth, it should be very normal to show off wealth."

Well, Marceau found that the answer was too reasonable and he could not refute it. However, the cat's survival instinct had begun to warn the cat as far away as possible from the great church. But Yang dragged the cat into the chapel head-on. Fortunately, the girl finally agreed to find a corner seat at the plea of ​​the cat.

Just as she sat down, Marceau looked around uneasy. Everyone sitting was dressed in luxury. The cat noticed an old woman in the same row. The old man had a gold necklace as thick as Marceau's little finger on his neck, and the low-cut gift on her body was coupled with the drooping like falling into an abyss. This picture was so beautiful. Why don't mortals understand that the beauty she had dreamed of would one day become a chaotic thing that could not be seen directly.

When no one entered, Marceau noticed that someone walked up to the podium ahead. It was a bald man wearing a bishop's robe, which was different from the simple bishop's robe that Marceau had seen before. The robe on this guy can be described as jewel-like. What's more terrible is that as soon as this guy spoke on the stage, Marceau was flashed by the golden teeth in his mouth.

I'm so fucking, I'm worthy of being the shaking m under the goddess of wealth, and I'm really worthy of this belief.

"Welcome to the preaching meeting on Wednesday. Everyone, this city gives us business opportunities so that we can earn more gold coins. Thank you to the leader of Sakalam and his city." The first sentence of the big bald man made the cat frown. Is this a trick to do idol worship? But the big bald man said nothing wrong. If it weren't for the huge city of Sakalam, who would give them such huge business opportunities and markets?

"But now, those foreigners are coming! The grassland elves among them use their airship's unparalleled carrying capacity to bring a large amount of goods into the city! They are robbing our property!" The big bald man patted the podium hard, and then Marceau noticed that the old woman glanced at Yang, and the big bald man's angry voice sounded: "This is invasion! This is plunder! The grassland elves suppressed goods so much, these little things want to take away our wealth! Take away our market! They want to make us homeless! Let us become their slaves!"

The believers in the audience immediately roared with the big bald head and cursed all kinds of curses. Marceau could only shake his head. What is this guy saying? The flow of capital has always been so bloody. Since you dare to join the market, you should understand that there will be wins and loses. The market is a purgatory that can only live by one person who can't afford to lose.

"From now on, we must resist the goods and goods of the grassland elves! Don't let their spaceships berth! Don't let them hurt us!" The big bald man roared: "We must unite! We must unite! In the name of faith!"

"In the name of faith!"

Listening to these lunatics yelling there, Marceau shook his head, feeling that he was a waste of time, the cat got up and patted the girl on the shoulder with his hands: "Yang, let's go, here are just some lunatics."

"Yeah, just some lunatics." Yang stood up, Marceau and her walked to the old woman, who looked at the girl and the cat with a sharp look, "How did you get in?" she asked.

"My companion is the Paladin of the Anonymous. She brought me over to watch the ceremony. Unfortunately, there is nothing worth watching here." Marceau replied first, and then forced the old woman away and took Yang to leave, but the old woman stood up: "Look at this grassland elf! She brought her accomplices to this sacred venue!"

The sharp voice suppressed everyone's words from the beginning. Marceau turned around and looked at the old woman. She seemed not satisfied with such accusation, but screamed at Yang even more violently: "Look at what your tribe has done to us!? This is the city of the Sakalam people! You alien little prostitute! Is your tribe unable to satisfy you at all, it is just the big cat man who can satisfy you enough!"

"You!" Yang obviously didn't expect that the npc's mouth would be so dirty. The girl's face turned and blushed. Marceau turned around and hugged Yang behind her. The cold-looking cat faced the old woman without hesitation: "Let's find a mirror to see yourself, ma'am, the pair of disgusting things on your chest that were drooping to the point where he was already in contact with hell and that ugly and malicious face. Even your husband can't heat up to you now. It's so pitiful. I think he must have not had a bed with you for a long time. Every day he can only look at the girls on the street outside the window to feel that he is still alive."

The old woman obviously had never thought that the malice from the cat would be so 'strong'. She was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously pulled out the necklace from her chest and grabbed the pendant in her hand: "You alien cat man! The accomplice of the grassland elves! His Highness Sha Li will make you drowned in your own blood! No one can save you! The same goes for your pseudo-god!"

"Oh, I really can't stand this smelly old woman. Her mouth is smelly and hard." Marceau turned around and looked at Yang, first lowered her head and kissed the girl's forehead, then held up her face: "Dear, Yang. Come and detect evil, and then take a divine scolding, hurry up."

Yang subconsciously cast the detection of evil, so the whole church chapel was dyed red and black. Marceau smiled and pulled out a one-handed single-fire musket from Yang's waist and turned around and pushed it on the old woman's forehead: "Sorry, madam, you are right. I am really an accomplice of the grassland elves, and I personally like the grassland elves girls. I like their faces that will not age, the various delicacies they make, and the most important thing is their breasts that will never sag in no matter which model."

Speaking of this, Maso pulled the firing pin of the musket, and the cat vomited the malice that she could feel in her life at the old woman in front of her: "You have lost these beauty, and money cannot buy back the beauty you have lost, so go to hell, the evil god's lackey."

After passing through the gun chamber, the lead ball drilled the old woman's head. She beat her already ugly head beyond recognition. She turned around and shot the half-ling who was rushing up to crook her neck. Marceau pulled out the dagger from her waist with her left hand and cut the neck of another dwarf. The abandoned gun's right hand grabbed the dwarf who was covering her neck and blocked a lead ball.

"Kill that cat man!" the big bald man roared on the podium.

Then in the next second, a sacred rebuke swept the entire field. This level three magic is another weapon for the priest priests to fight against the evil camp. It can only be cast once a day, and the evil camp needs to pass a will identification of difficulty 18. The successful one has no effect, but the losers will be forcibly controlled and transformed. In the next battle, these losers will attack each other until they die or live to the end.

So the evil camp people who were originally rushing towards Marceau and wanted to tear the cat and the girl to tear the cat and the girl to pieces immediately began to attack each other. Marceau looked at the half-length who was holding the fire at him and was still loading, but was stabbed on the waist by the dwarf beside him. The latter was obviously not satisfied, so he pulled it out and stabbed it in several times.

But the murderer was not happy for long. When the dwarf pulled out the knife for the fifth time, a strong man behind him had already swung the dwarf's head with a sesame oil lamp he had taken from somewhere. This time the murderer became a victim, and half of the dwarf was flying in the air and fell to the ground without saying a word.

Of course, this kind of pleasure is not something to watch casually. Marceau pushed away the dwarf who had become a dead person, and let a sword of crutch swinging by an old human man. Then the dagger pulled out with his right hand stabbed into the latter's abdomen. The latter screamed and fell to the ground. Marceau reached out to pass the crutch sword and used the short knife he had handed over to stab him first before the fat uncle was stabbed by another human uncle.

Turning around, Marceau punched the old man in the eye, forcing the latter to let go of his hands holding the dagger to cover his face, then pulled out the dagger from the old man's abdomen, and with a wave of his left hand, he cut the old man's neck with a reversed dagger.

"Go to die! Cat man!" A dwarf rushed towards Marceau with empty hands. The cat cub stepped on it and turned it over and let the dwarf stab at him. The dagger in the cat cub's left hand penetrated the left hand holding the knife in the next second, pushing and pulling, while sacking the arm in front of him, lifting his leg and kicking the middle-aged woman to the ground. The latter struggled to raise his head, and the cat cub's rapidly enlarged boot sole became her last memory.

Kicking the fat woman's neck tilted, Marceau took a step back and dodged the short axe swing from the dwarf. The latter changed to swing. The cat shrank his belly and let the sharp axe coming from the horizontal. Then he grabbed the dwarf and turned to dodge the savage collision. At the same time, the dagger with his right hand blocked the flying knife, and the dagger with his right hand held the dagger of the half-ling, and twisted his wrist to cut the half-ling's wrist.

The half-ling who covered the wound wanted to struggle. Marceau had stretched out his left hand to hug the guy into his arms. At the same time, he stabbed the half-ling from behind into the back of the half-ling. He turned around and blocked the lead bullet shot from the musket in the hand of the dwarf who had sat up. He pushed away the dead body in his arms that could not be killed anymore. The cat stretched out his left hand to the dwarf. The next second, the flying claw turned the dwarf's head into a scattered fragment.

Continue to release the connecting cable between the flying claws and the arm guard, Marceau's right arm guard blocked the waving chair. While the chair turned into pieces, he grabbed the long hair of the female half-length with his right hand, pulled her to her side and wrapped it around her neck with a cable. Then, the cat tightened the cable saw a head breaking away from its owner soaring into the sky.

Before he could withdraw his hands, the two dwarfs grabbed Marceau's hands from left to right. The cat pulled and turned his left hand without hesitation, aiming the shot port of the sleeve arrow device at the female dwarf who was shocked because of the failure of the power confrontation. With a "puff" sound, the sleeve arrow popped out of the device penetrated the female dwarf's head.

Without any nostalgia, he pulled out the left hand from the female dwarf's hands. Marceau pulled out the short knife he had obtained from behind his waist, held it and split the male dwarf's head with it. He took out a beautifully decorated musket from the male dwarf's waist with his right hand, held it up and hugged the fire at the human who rushed towards him. He held the latter who found the firewood axe from somewhere to know where he did not expect that the target in front of him would suddenly use a foul flying prop, so he was directly lifted off by a lead bullet.

Marceau was not idle either. He turned around and sent a short knife with his left hand into the throat of the dwarf who wanted to sneak attack him. Then he caught the cat who had been chopping the firewood axe flying over because of his fall with his right hand and waved the weapon to cut off the left leg of the human in front of him, and then held up the axe and beheaded the human who fell to the ground. Then Marceau was knocked to the ground by the heavy blow from behind. At this time, Yang had already raised the short-bar shotgun and beat the half-length holding the folding chair into a blood gourd in just one shot.

Marceau grabbed the Book of Holy Words on the ground, which was unknown, and then stood up and ran towards Yang, using it to block the dagger that a human priest stabbed Yang. He had no time to care about the tip of the blade that penetrated the whole book was only a few centimeters from the tip of his nose. The cat grabbed the book hard and pulled it. He pulled the human priest to the ground, then kicked the wooden lamppost by the door with one kick. He grabbed the first half with both hands and stabbed it directly into the back of the priest.

Turning around, Marceau, who converted potential energy into kinetic energy, kicked the dwarf who was rushing towards him out of the Gothic floor-to-ceiling window, then threw down his hands and supported the sword that was slashing across the horizontally. The weapon divided a unlucky halfling into upper and lower halves, and the cat kicked the left foot at the eye socket of the left foot of the murderer. While kicking the strong man down, he cut a piece of broken wooden strip with nails on the landing point of the strong man's head with his right leg.

Getting up, Marceau raised his left hand to hold the wooden stick that was coming to his face with his arm guard, grabbed the broken wooden stick with his right hand and stabbed it into the murderer's chest. The human girl's chest was quite material, but unfortunately, her face had been twisted because of her unrighteous belief. The cat who pushed the corpse down saw a half-ling holding a fire at her.

The lead bullet rubbed across Marceau's face, and a cat with a wound on his cheek was nailed to the neck of the dwarf who was stabbing the half-hearted man on the ground with a wooden stick. Then he pulled out a flying axe from the flying axe bag behind his waist, and then threw the flying axe at the half-hearted man. The half-hearted man who was loading the bullet was directly hit by the flying axe. The perpetrator with blood sprayed fell on his back.

A dwarf took advantage of Marceau's flying axe and grabbed the cat directly. He threw the cat out of the window. The cat that had rolled on the grass for several rounds together and bounced its flying claws towards the window. After grabbing the opposite wall, the cat was immediately led back to the temple. The dwarf before did not expect the cat to come back so quickly. The dwarf who was beaten up a half-length person was hit by the cat's knee and hit the temple directly, and fell to the ground without a humming sound.

The half-length man with blood on his face pulled out the dagger on the back of the corpse beside him and stabbed Marceau. He grabbed the other party's left hand with his left hand, punched the half-length man's eye socket with his right hand, and directly punched a bead. Then the cat who won the power battle stabbed the weapon in the half-length man's chin.

Pushing away the corpse, Marceau grabbed the long braid of the dwarf girl who was about to sneak attack Yang with her left hand and pulled it back. When she raised her head, the stabbing blade in her right hand had already penetrated into the back of the dwarf girl's neck, and the front end of the stabbing blade penetrated directly from her neck.

Yang, who beat the dwarf under his feet with the handle of the gun, pointed the shotgun in his hand at Marceau. The cat immediately leaned down and heard a gunshot. Then he saw a half-length man with a hole on his face lying beside him. The person holding the short axe looked desperate.

Take out the short axe from this person, and Marceau raised his hand to the human who was holding a scimitar behind Yang, who wanted to slash the girl in half. Yang seemed to understand what the cat wanted to do, so he directly raised the shotgun to the top of his head and blocked the scimitar. At the same time, the short axe also killed the human skull, and while carrying a small piece of skull, it also made the brain fly all over the sky.

Turning around and elbowed the half-ling who attacked him with one elbow, Marceau pulled out the dagger from his shoulder with his left hand, turned around and inserted the dagger into the eye socket of the sneak attack eye, and used the half-ling to block a human's sneak attack axe, and the flying axe hit the half-ling's head.

Pushing away the half-ling who could no longer die, Marceau picked up the long sword and picked up the cat in his hand and rushed forward. He first divided a dwarf into two pieces with a sword with an axe handle, then slashed the human leg with a sword, then slashed it upwards, and directly chopped the human head that fell.

At this time, there were few living people in the temple. The roaring bald man had already strangled his companion to death at this time. When he got up, he saw that Marceau was still standing, and immediately picked up a metal candlestick from his side and rushed towards the cat.

At this time, Marceau had pushed away the zombie corpse that had failed in the power confrontation. Hearing the footsteps and a somewhat crazy roar, the cat waved to Yang. The girl who had loaded a single musket in her hand threw the one-handed musket over.

After reaching out to catch the musket, Marceau turned around and smiled at the big bald man, then a 11.47mm lead bullet penetrated from the front of the big bald man's skull. After crushing everything in Yantu, he opened the blocking head, allowing it to fly in the air with the brain flower and tissue.

The lifeless priest knelt in front of Marceau, took the candle from the big bald head, and turned sideways to let the corpse that was falling. The cat stabbed the candlestick on the half-kneel half-lingering priest beside him. The latter had just gotten up from a similar corpse that he had bitten to death until the brain-wrenching fatal blow directly turned his back.

The last living evil believer had fallen to the ground, and Marceau turned around and walked to Yang.

"Marceau, are we... alive?" Yang, who had loaded the ammunition, seemed to be a little suspicious.

"Yeah, your magic trick has helped a lot." After Marceau finished speaking, he took the shotgun from the girl's hand, used the short-barrel shotgun to flick the lever and turned around in the cat's hand, and finally pointed at a human sitting up from the pile of corpses.

When the latter saw the cat's movements, he immediately yelled and cursed Marceau: "You false god believer! I will curse you!"

"Your curse is the greatest praise to me. Thank you, Shalishi's lackey. Now I have the final say in the scene."

After saying that, Marceau pulled the trigger.

Seeing the last evil god believer fall to the ground and die, Marceau handed the shotgun to Yang's hand, then took the girl's hand and walked to the gate of the hall. The cat pushed open the wooden door and sighed as the abandoned debris everywhere on the streets.

"Masce, what are we going to do?" Yang asked behind him.

"I hope that Sakalam's city guard system is not completely ruined, obviously not a good idea. Let's change clothes quickly and leave here." Speaking of this, Marceau began to untie the belt of the tunic leather robe, and changed into a clean leather robe in every possible way. Then he looked at Yang - the girl couldn't handle the robe buckle behind her, so Marceau quickly solved all this for her, and then turned around and waited until Yang changed into a clean leather robe.
Chapter completed!