Some people have never considered others' inner thoughts, simply think that they are the center of the world, everything they do is right, and do not reflect on their own mistakes.

Nancy Peters, this bishop of the Temple of Power.

He always considers himself, the temple of power, and thus forgets the disgusting things he has done.

"The Temple of Power, a force that has been suppressed for decades, can't wait to show its power?" Modrian looked at the white-haired old man who fell to the ground at the door of the mansion and hurriedly left. His exquisite and luxurious robe was stained with a lot of dust and a look of indifference that finally showed.

Theocracy!

Sorry, Valoran doesn't need it. He has many heroes, but he doesn't want to believe in the so-called gods.

Strength and eternal life.

"The former guy who wanted to give me strength and eternal life has been killed by me, so I don't like the glory of the gods."

After experiencing the battle of the Abyss Demons, Modrian has collected a lot of information about the abyss and the gods. He did not have enough strength before and did not have to care about the secrets of the Kaladimos continent.

Now, the more related things he comes into contact with, he has to search for relevant information, and he can gain something.

"Shenzhen, a group of crazy believers who believe in the so-called gods, I don't understand why you are so obsessed with me?" Modrian whispered. The strong appearance of the Temple of Power made him hate it. The most important thing was the trace of murderous intent exposed by Nancy Peters before leaving, which he clearly noticed.

It seems that this period of silence has slowly forgotten some people, and the reputation that the Noxus Empire cavalry once forged with killing and blood.

When friends come, they have good wine, and when jackals come, they have hunting rifles.

In the north of the kingdom, you will see the red-bottomed double-edged axe flag floating in the blue sky again!

"Gregory, I will arrange for the shadow wanderers to cooperate with you, hoping to receive good news from you before I leave." Modri ​​quietly looked at the colorful town of Irvingdale, with red ripples in his brown pupils.

However, in his conversation with Nancy, he still gained some gains and speculations about some domestic news.

Has the dark tide in the royal capital flowed here? It seems that it is about to sweep the entire Stoke Kingdom.

And all he had to do was clean the rear, and he hated the feeling of being spying on surveillance.

"Yes, Lord Lord." Gregory calmed down, and his firm face showed a hint of murderous intent. The Noxusians' passionate blood was silent for a while, and it was time to release the desire to fight in their bodies.

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On December 20, 1458, the town of Irvingdale ushered in a black cleaning operation in the early morning.

The heavy cavalry in black armor mixed with some blood-red cavalry entered the main street entrances of the town, and raided some gentlemen's residences, hidden buildings and mercenary garrisons.

Broken door walls and harsh screams gathered together, cutting through the noisy and bustling sky.

Most believers decisively give up their faith in the face of these fierce and invaders. After all, compared with life, the ethereal faith is not enough to make them feel safe.

As for those who resist, of course there are, too.

Unfortunately, facing the Noxus soldiers, the fanatical believers turned into stiff corpses, and even the carved lifelike statue of the God of Power was completely destroyed.

The God of Power's gaze!? It seems that when believers face these disasters, they have no intention of helping.

A faint smell of blood floated over the town, and everyone was careful to look at the group of black heavy cavalry running back and forth, fearing that they would get involved in right and wrong.

They also heard some relevant rumors that Baron Modrian, the master of Valoran, formally issued a decree to prohibit any residents of Valoran from believing in the God of Power.

"Guru...Is this what you call the Noxus heavy cavalry?" Horace swallowed, looking dumbfounded as the bloody cavalry that released the energy of life was ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the rebels.

"Of course, it's these guys, heavy cavalry composed of extraordinary knights." Kangriff's face turned red when he heard the guy's inquiry.

The ale in the tavern is really exciting. After a night of sleep, he can still feel the pain in his mind, but it does not prevent him from recalling the scenes of the past.

There was always a picture engraved in his mind: a blood-red heavy cavalry with no more than twenty people rushed towards the noble coalition, causing terrifying killings.

"Extraordinary Knight!" Horace's eyes flashed with confusion. Even in the king capital of the Stoke Kingdom, he rarely saw heavy cavalry with such terrible strength, but he saw it in this bitter and cold northern territory.

Immediately, he remembered some rumors that the news of defeating the Ace Legion - the Iron Thorn Heavy Cavalry seemed to be true.

"Waloran, what kind of secrets are there in this rising territory?" Horace whispered, subconsciously clenching his fists.

After waking up after a hangover in the tavern, he found that the shackles that had once shackled him through had loosened. Perhaps after working hard for a while, his strength would reach another level.

This is just the effect of a glass of ale!

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Click!

The white jade scepter suddenly smashed the teapot on the luxurious table, and the hot boiled water flowed along the table legs on the soft red carpet.

"Mo...Derry...An, it's too much!" Nancy Peters gasped, his hypocritical smile had long disappeared, and a hint of anger appeared in his red eyes.

Hu~hu~huhu!

Nancy Peters took deep breaths to calm his inner excitement. He should have expected everything when he left the garrison mansion, but the humiliation of being thrown out of the door made him lose his calm mind.

“How is the loss?”

"As the Bishop, almost all our strongholds in the town of Irvingdale have been cleared out," said a priest who was silent and trembling.

"Some missionaries who had no time to leave and the believers who resisted slightly were killed on the spot by those savage auras, and many of the statues of God the Father were destroyed."

Bang!

The red carpet exploded, and the fluff drifted, covering the room.

"Damn it, blasphemer, you will pay the price." Nancy held the white jade scepter and slapped the carpet hard. A golden life energy surged, cleaning up the floating fur.

"Where is His Highness Chapman? I need to make some arrangements when I send someone to find him."

"Yes, the Bishop's Crown." The pale priest carefully exited the room and gently closed the door.

Nancy walked forward a few steps and stood in front of the windowsill, a three-story building that he could easily see the booming town of Irvingdale, and then he looked in the direction of the Renwall Mountains.

"The Valoran leader, which is so prosperous and contains potential, is bound to win the Temple of Power, and this is also the best gift for the Temple's comeback."

"Just a baron with real power, who dares to reject us? Who gave you the confidence?"

"Captain Knight, haha, I don't know how many people there are in Irvingdale town, but I haven't killed the Temple of Power."

"You will definitely regret everything you did today, Modrian!"

The words full of murderous intent echoed in the room. Nancy suddenly looked up, and the gentleness on the old face had long disappeared, leaving only a trace of hideousness and terror.
Chapter completed!