Chapter 41 Start

In the temple square, the beacon smoke filled the air, and the battle was coming to an end.

The huge ice giant is like a giant embankment on the sea, blocking the hundreds of temple guards who are rushing in like a tide. lead arrows.

Even each attack can only scratch its icy blue horny skin.

But too many ants can kill an elephant.

Unconsciously, the giant was covered in bruises, panting heavily, and his ruby-like eyes dimmed.

The oak sticks had long since broken into pieces after numerous collisions.

It grabbed the stake that was used to bind the shape-shifting monster, danced into a whirlwind of death, and the air kept bursting with terrifying loud noises, and if it stepped within five meters of its body, even if the horse charged The heavy armored knight was instantly smashed into patties by absolute power.

The Temple Square was filled with blood.

...

The giants took cover in the rear, attracting most of the firepower.

The witcher team waved the pure white sword light in the sky and moved forward quickly with the sound of slashing.

The enemy standing in front of him fell like a cut down piece of wheat.

They dropped the corpses of the squirrel party and the temple guards, and walked across the mountain of corpses and blood, crossed the long road of death on the north side of the square, and arrived at the main hall of the Temple of Eternal Fire.

"Shh-"

The blade is broken.

The bald man and Vesemimir dealt with the two temple guards who were stubbornly resisting.

"boom!"

Lambert, Oakes, Geralt, Cohen, and the five fingers of the left hand outline at the same time, the surging magic power surges out from the blue spell, and the closed golden door in front of him is in the middle.

crunch--

Door open.

The flaming brazier with four corners illuminates the magnificent hall.

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

Archbishop Cyrus stood with a cane and stood under the protection of twenty temple guards.

The noble robes were stained with blood, and there was no arrogance on the wrinkled old face.

His beard quivered, his eyes frightened.

Nervous and embarrassed.

He never imagined that such a day would come.

Just fifteen lowly mutants.

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

But such a group of people actually smashed through the steel defense line of hundreds of temple guards and five mages in the center of Novigrad, the base camp of Eternal Fire.

Come to yourself.

This is simply a feat that cannot be accomplished by humans.

Even if the ice giant played a huge role.

The witcher's combat power has also far exceeded his expectations.

"boom!"

Five young apprentices slammed the golden door shut.

After a bloody baptism, they could no longer see a trace of greenness on their faces, only cold murderous intent and determined eyes, and their temperament suddenly matured a lot.

Leto took the lead, and fifteen blood-soaked witchers quickly approached the Archbishop.

The blood that slipped from the armor made the carpet even more coquettish.

Shapeshifter Chapelle followed at the end, looking at his former boss with extremely complicated eyes.

He never expected to escape from the stake and come before the Archbishop as a victor.

I am so fortunate to be allies with the witcher!

A group of guards had sweat on their faces, their sword-holding hands trembled uncontrollably, and their hearts prayed.

coming.

The devils are here!

Gods have mercy, save your devout believers.

"Cyrus, you stupid old widower!" Lambert shouted playfully, with an uncontrollable anger in his tone, while lightly wiping the blood from his sword with a white cloth on his body, "How did we say before? Come on, you want peace, everyone is safe and sound!"

"But you want none of them!"

"Then we have to fulfill you!"

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

On the top of the steps, Cyrus' heart skipped a beat, his face flushed red, his body was stooped, and the white foam was stained with a beard, "It's all... It's all a misunderstanding, a group of people with ulterior motives are behind their backs to sow discord! I fell for them. , will misunderstand the masters!"

The cause of Eternal Fire has not yet succeeded.

I can't just die!

Bow down to this group of mutants temporarily, leaving the green hills behind.

The Archbishop took a deep breath.

Wait until you get through this crisis and then make another plan.

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

"Everyone will know the truth, those elves!"

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

Should you be content?

Respected, the archbishop who leads the fifty temples in the north bows his head to you.

Don't give up soon! ?

Lambert let out a chuckle of disdain, and walked quietly up the middle of the steps with weary steps.

"Oath, don't mention your ridiculous oath to me! Who was the first to break the oath just now, and what he said was as stinky as fart!"

"However, you can talk about it..." Serrit's eyes flashed, "Who is it that colluded with you, joined forces, and plotted against us?"

"Riens!" Cyrus replied without hesitation, betraying a little scoundrel was not an offense to Master Wigfortes, and there was still room for him to linger.

"Where is the holiness behind Reins?"

the bald man asked, his voice emotionless,

"Bang, bang!"

Suddenly, a huge crash sounded outside the golden gate, and the iron birch wood blocking the gate shook violently.

Cyrus was shocked, the rescuers are here!

"I only know Riens..." he delayed. "This mage hated witchers, so he suggested to me to join forces. I didn't notice for a while and was deceived by him."

"The big mistake has not yet been made, masters, it is not too late to stop now! After I fully explain to the believers, Nuocheng will still be your home! And I promise that no one will disturb your...greatness cause!"

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

From the moment you start, the ending is already doomed.

With so many eyes witnessing the witcher's slaughter, hundreds of temple guards fell to their swords.

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

A witcher can't pick himself clean.

There is no doubt that the homeland will no longer be peaceful.

Swish-

as a response.

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

puff puff!

The twenty guards standing in front of Archbishop Cyrus were overwhelmed by the sword light. Before they could react, they fell to the ground with blood from their necks and rolled down the high steps.

Kaiyan grabbed the Archbishop's hair and pressed him to the icy ground, his hunched body kneeling on the ground unable to resist.

Kneeling in front of a group of witchers.

"Repent, for the innocents who died today in your wrong decision."

"You have won! Masters!" The archbishop's face was flushed with embarrassment, and he pleaded with humiliation, "Let me go, you want to kill his priest in front of the eternal fire? If you commit blasphemous deeds, and you cannot commit it, God will punish you.”

"god?"

The witchers were filled with rage.

God, is this to torture a group of honest people?

So disrespectful!

"Shut up!" Another bald man took a step forward and looked coldly at the high-ranking archbishop who declared far and wide, the old man he once admired, "Sellars, in the past, several sheriffs under your command have been in succession. Lost in money, beauty, and power, betraying eternal fire."

"You always say that they can't stand the temptation and their mentality is not religious enough." He hissed accusingly, "but you never reflect on yourself!"

"You never realized that you, the Archbishop of Eternal Fire, were devoured by desire many years ago!"

"You have been eroded by power, false honor, and title!"

"Going crazy! Do not compromise on means to achieve your goals!"

"Inverting black and white, slandering innocents."

"You so-called spreading the brilliance of eternal fire is just an excuse for self-satisfaction, and your actions have already stained the holy flame!"

The shapeshifter took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the golden fire emblem behind the throne.

"Your fate today is your own fault, this is the real divine punishment!"

"The gods are punishing you!"

The archbishop's thin body shuddered, and half of his face, which was close to the ground, turned white.

For decades, the unshakable will has been shaken for a moment.

Broken down, tears streaming down his face.

God's punishment?

how is this possible.

I, Cyrus, have spent my whole life spreading the glory of the eternal fire.

I gave up everything for it, not getting a wife, not having children, not even a single relative.

How can it punish me.

Impossible, impossible!

"Transformed bastard!"

Cyrus raised his head and let out a piercing scream.

The witchers exchanged glances and nodded in unison.

Without giving him another chance to speak, he swung a sword down the back of his neck.

Bloody light emerged, and a head with white hair and a twisted face rolled down the steps.

The Archbishop of Eternal Fire, Cyrus Cyrus Engelkaid Hemelfart maintained an expression of unwillingness and resentment on his face, but he was no longer breathing!

Leto reached out and touched it, and the head that rolled under his feet disappeared into his storage ring.

The headless corpse was quickly taken away.

The scene was perfect, and in the silent temple, apart from the Demon Hunter Alliance and the immortal flame witness, no third party knew that this guy had died.

Gigi looked surprised, and some couldn't understand his behavior.

"Lord Shapeshifter, what are you waiting for?" Leto said to him.

"What do you mean?" Gigi was at a loss for a moment.

"Boom!"

The door slammed harder.

"If one Cyrus dies, there will be more Cyrus. Can this disgusting guy sit on the throne of the archbishop again? Are you willing?" Vesemir asked, stroking his blood-stained beard.

"Why don't you guide the entire church, Novigrad, and even dozens of temples of eternal fire in the north? If you are an archbishop and you are under one god, no guards and believers will dare to question you. your identity!"

Lambert reassured him.

"You can make the rules and regulations of the eternal fire yourself!"

"Guide the church to the bright road!"

Disguised as a high archbishop?

The Shapeshifter shook his head, unable to believe his ears.

"Bang Bang!" The door seemed to be about to be smashed.

"Your Excellency Gigi, the opportunity to realize your ideals and aspirations is in front of you. If you miss this village, you won't have this store anymore!" Geralt patted him on the shoulder, "You still want to suffer so much and run away like a lost dog. ? Let prejudice and ignorance rule the entire city of Nuo?"

A pair of beast-like eyes looked at him expectantly.

The latter gritted his teeth.

The image of being tied to the stake and being splashed with dirty water came to mind again.

The fooled people yelled at him!

Full of blood and unwilling to cool down.

Only a helpless sigh remained.

Do not! This time, never back down!

The tall and straight figure suddenly flashed a blurred color light.

Among the witchers, the body of the second bald man shrank inward like moistened flour, squirming and changing——

After one breath.

Archbishop Cyrus reappeared in the temple, hunched over in bloodstained robes.

He looked at his withered palms, and his face was a little uncomfortable at first, then he took a deep breath and straightened the golden crown above his head with his hands.

His face became solemn.

A cool neck.

A sharp blade with a flickering cold light came up.

Serrit looked apologetic,

"Sorry, in order to improve persuasion, I have to temporarily wrong you!"

"But don't forget in the future, it's all the fault of that group of elves."

"Also, we will always be allies!"

The witcher and the Eternal Fire force were fighting for life and death before. If there is a sudden chat and laughter, as long as they are not blind, they can see the problem!

Then it will be wrong.

Foreshadowing for the future.

"Come on! End this mess!"

"boom!"

The door was knocked open...

Shouting, the temple guards wielding torches and swords poured in!

Immediately stunned and stiff.

It was even more shocking than witnessing the ice giant jumping into the sea to escape.

on a corpse.

The group of hateful witchers are holding the noble archbishop hostage and walking step by step.

...

In the side hall of the temple, another battlefield also came to an end.

Roy's eyes slowly swept across the four wizards on the opposite side.

Riens, Lydia, two mages of the Squirrel Party.

The atmosphere is tense.

Kill them all?

Do not.

Doing so will not help.

Wingford, the man behind the scenes, is still safe and sound.

As long as that guy lives for one day, he will be like a thorn in his back, and it will be difficult for him to live in peace.

Whether it's for Ciri or his unexpected daughter, Vigo can't be allowed to play tricks again!

What's more, his calculations have destroyed the homeland that the witcher finally built!

Unforgivable sin!

He wants to seize Wei Ge's roots, find this guy's base, solve the trouble once and for all, and "repay" the other party well.

"As long as I cooperate? You can give us a piece of land to build a kingdom of witchers?" Guversil stomped the ground like a cane, Roy wiped the blood from his forehead, and the lines on his face suddenly softened.

"As long as you are obedient, you will be captured," Lins said with a smile in his eyes, "I will take you to see Lord Wei Ge immediately, and then you will explain the whereabouts of the child."

"Master Wei Ge is the most generous in the entire northern region. Believe me, serving him is more worthwhile than serving any king!"

"Dude, hurry up." Reins glanced at the center of the square from the corner of his eye.

The ice giant at the end of the strong arrow broke through the defense line and jumped into the vast ocean under the temple island!

The temple guards rushed into the main hall of the temple aggressively.

"If you go any further, your compatriots will be all dead!"

Roy hesitated.

"What are you hesitating for? Drop the sword!" He stared at the witcher's face, and the knife in his hand gently gestured between Gawain Chapelle's neck. "Kneel down to show submission."

Lydia was expressionless.

And the two Squirrel Party mages looked happy.

kneel down?

Roy suddenly shook his head and smiled, his eyes staring at the mage,

"Rins, you made a mistake... I never accept threats!"

"Whoosh-"

The bowstring vibrates!

The four did not see his movements at all.

A squirrel mage was carried backwards by the arrow, hit the wall of the side hall, collapsed to the ground, and a large hole was cut in his chest.

The witcher's shape broke through the space rift and appeared in front of the corpse.

A scarlet light erupted.

The second mage was instantly drowned by the blood that drilled out of the void.

Swah——

Guvihir volleyed into the air.

The big head is thrown away!

Lydia blasted lightning at the witcher's palm, the electricity sizzling and ploughing across the ground.

But only hit a piece of air.

The witcher's shape follows the arrows.

fly to her.

Boo!

Arrows shatter magic shields.

The sword is in the air.

Swah——

One arm fluttered in the air.

The severed sorceress groaned, and a green light gushed out from her slender body before disappearing into the air.

Reins dropped Gawain Samsa, whose throat was wiped, and a pillar of fire roared out of his hands and flew towards Roy beside the pillar.

Hissing flames scorched the air and the ground.

The witcher's ghostly body reappeared beside the dying shapeshifter, turning the blade.

The hemp rope and anti-magic shackles were all broken.

The blood of the ancients is boiling!

The power of time poured out of Roy's body, covering the collector who was still breathing.

"Shh-"

The broken large arteries and blood vessels between the necks were visibly restored to their original appearance.

"Roy, what happened just now?"

The collector sat up instantly, rubbing his intact neck, and his narrow eyes looked at the witcher in shock.

He clearly remembered that when Lins wiped his throat, he would soon lose consciousness and fall into darkness forever.

How come you are alive again? !

Two exclamations resounded in the air!

"Hide, man, and explain later!"

Roy said softly, drawing complex gestures with his left hand, raising it above his head, and propping up an eggshell-like Heliofa shield with black light flowing, blocking the two fireballs flying in the air.

Mind a move.

An ice element drilled out of a purple-red sphere and stood in front of Gao Wen, protecting him like a shield.

swoosh—

The arrow pierced the air.

The witcher flashed with lightning and flint to the spot where the fireball had just been ignited.

Inhale.

Roaring at the void.

Voss—

The power of the earth's bones travels through the plane, and the vast sound waves are washed away.

The entire side hall trembled like an earthquake.

A groan.

Reins, like a bird with broken wings, was yelled out of invisibility and fell from the air.

The seven holes were bleeding, and there seemed to be a thousand knives stabbing in the brain at the same time, dizzy and painful.

The bones all over his body were shattered, and he couldn't use his strength.

He was held up.

The steel sword drew a bloodstain against his neck.

The witcher's icy voice exploded in his ears.

"Now, Reins, return the original words, I'll give you a choice..." Roy looked around, trying his best to search for another female mage with a broken hand wearing an illusion mask.

However, the air was cold and clear, and there was not even a trace of blood on the ground.

She seems to have run away?

"Contact your master Wigfords immediately, I want to have a good chat with him!"