In the Temple Square, the war is filled with smoke and the battle is coming to an end.

The huge ice giant was like a huge sea embankment, blocking hundreds of temple guards who rushed over like a tide. The guards charged forward regardless of their own, waved weapons and slashed, poked, threw tinder oil, and pulled bows and led arrows.

Even every attack can only scratch its ice-blue horny skin.

But too many ants can kill the elephant.

The giant was covered in bruises and panting heavily, and his ruby-like eyes were dim.

The oak sticks had been broken into pieces after countless collisions.

It grabbed the stake that had been used to bind the shapeshift monster, danced into a death whirlwind, and there were constant terrifying loud noises in the air. Even the heavy armored knight who stepped within five meters of its body, even the horse-charging knight was instantly smashed into meat pie by absolute force.

The Temple Square flows into a river of blood.

...

The giant covers the rear, attracting most of the firepower.

The witch hunter team waved the pure white sword light all over the sky and moved forward quickly with the sound of slashing and slashing.

The enemy who stood in front of him seemed to have been cut down pieces of wheat.

They left behind the corpses of the squirrel party and the temple guards, stepped on the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and passed through the long road of death north of the square, and arrived at the main hall of the Temple of Eternal Fire.

"Swish-"

The sword blade breaks through the air.

The bald man and Visemimir dealt with two stubborn temple guards, one left and one right.

"Bang!"

Lambert, Oaks, Geralt, and Cohen, at the same time, the five fingers of his left hand outlined, and the surging magic power surged out of the blue spell, and the golden door was closed in front of him.

Crunch-

The door opens.

The burning brazier in the four corners illuminates the magnificent hall.

Among several pillars made of gold, a delicate red carpet leads to the high platform, a throne inlaid with the eternal fire emblem and a wall painted in red.

Archbishop Sellers stood among twenty temple guards with his cane.

The noble robe was covered with blood, and the wrinkled old face was no longer arrogant.

The beard trembled slightly and his eyes were frightened.

His expression was nervous and embarrassed.

He never expected such a day.

Just fifteen lowly mutants.

The armor was covered with flesh and blood, and covered with bruises. Under the stimulation of various magic potions, black blood vessels appeared on blood-red cheeks.

But such a team of people actually broke through hundreds of temple guards and five mages in the center of Novigri, the base camp of Eternal Fire.

Come to yourself.

This is a feat that humans cannot accomplish.

Even the ice giant played a huge role.

The combat power of the witch hunter is far beyond his expectations.

"Bang!"

Five young apprentices closed the golden door heavily.

After a bloody battle, their faces could no longer see a hint of youth, only cold murderous intent and firm eyes, and their temperament became much more mature.

Reso took the lead, and fifteen blood-filled witch hunters quickly approached the Archbishop.

The blood slipped on the armor made the carpet even more charmingly red.

The shapeshift monster Shapele followed the last, looking at his former boss with a very complicated look.

He never expected to escape from the stake and come to the Archbishop in the form of a victorious person.

I am extremely grateful that I am an ally with the witch hunter!

The faces of a group of guards were sweating like a fountain, the hands holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, and their hearts were praying.

Here comes.

These devils are here!

The gods are merciful to save your devout believers.

"Sellers, you stupid old widower!" Lambert shouted jokingly, with an uncontrollable anger in his tone, and gently wiped the blood from the sword with the white cloth on his body. "What did we say before? You must be peaceful and everyone is safe!"

"But you want no one to stay!"

"Then we have to help you!"

Suddenly, more than a dozen pairs of angry eyes turned to the old man in the center.

On the steps, Sellers' heart skipped a beat, his face turned red, his body was hunched, and his foam was stained with beard. "It's all... all misunderstandings. A group of people with ulterior motives are provoking discord behind their backs! Only when I was deceived by them will I misunderstand you all!"

The career of Eternal Fire has not been successful yet.

I can't die just like that!

Temporarily bow to these mutants and leave the green mountains there.

The Archbishop took a deep breath.

After you survive this crisis, you will make other plans.

"I swear to the great fire of eternity!" Cyrus raised his voice and raised his right hand tremblingly, "As long as you stop immediately and stop this meaningless killing."

"Everyone will know the truth, those elves!"

"Yes, those elves are the root of everything, the culprit!"

Should I be content?

The Archbishop who respects his identity and commands the fifty temples in the northern border bows to you.

Don't stop quickly!?

Lambert let out a disdainful chuckled, and his tired steps quietly stepped into the middle of the steps.

"Swear, don't mention your ridiculous oath to me! Who was the first to tear the oath just now? What you said is as smelly as fart!"

"But you can talk about it..." A light flashed in Seret's eyes, "Who colluded with you, united and tricked us into plotting against us?"

"Rionce!" Cyrus replied without thinking. Betraying a minion was not considered offending Master Weigofortz, and there was room for lingering.

"Who is behind Reines?"

The bald man asked, his voice was emotional,

"Bang, bang!"

A huge impact sounded outside the golden gate, and the iron birch that blocked the gate shook violently.

Cyrus' expression was shocked, and the reinforcements were here!

"I only know Reines..." he delayed, "this mage hated the demon hunter and made a suggestion to me for joining forces. I was blinded by him."

"The big mistake has not been made yet. Masters, it's not too late to stop now! After I explain it to the believers, Nothing will still be your home! And I promise that no one will disturb you...a great cause again!"

"Sorry, it's too late..." Weissemill shook his head and sighed.

From the moment of taking action, the ending was destined.

With so many eyes witnessing the witch hunter's killing, hundreds of temple guards fell under their swords.

The huge impact cannot be eliminated in a short period of time.

The witch hunter cannot pick himself up completely.

There is no doubt that the home will no longer be calm.

Swish-

In response.

All the witch hunters drew their swords at the same time, and their bodies flashed.

Puff puff puff!

The twenty guards who stood in front of Archbishop Sellers were flooded with sword light. Before they could react, they fell to the ground with blood in their necks and rolled down the high steps.

Kaiyan grabbed the Archbishop's hair and pressed him to the cold ground. His hunched body fell to the ground with indestructible resistance.

Kneeled toward a group of witch hunters.

"Repent, for the innocent who sacrificed in your wrong decision today."

"You win! Masters!" The Archbishop's face was filled with a grim red color, and he begged in a humiliating posture, "Let me go, you want to kill his priest in the face of eternal fire? This is an unforgettable act of despising God. If you cannot commit it, God will punish you."
To be continued...