Alien Knights

The Papal State, the capital city of Tyro, late at night.

On the square of the church garrison camp, soldiers of the church army carefully transported boxes of heavy ordnance from dozens of carriages with the help of torches lit all around.

The clergymen of the Heavenly Father's Church pried open the cover of the wooden box, looked at the muskets and lead bullets wrapped in oiled paper, looked at each other with serious expressions, and were speechless for a long time.

Standing on the bell tower at the top of the Taylor Cathedral, two mysterious men in gray robes looked at the busy crowd in the distant military camp with different expressions.

One of the grey-robed men, who sounded quite old, said in a low voice: "Twenty-seven hundred Imperial military rifles of the Merial type, forty open-mouthed tortoise-style shotguns for field battles, and fifteen for siege. Lion-style heavy mortars, and countless gunpowder bombs, gas bombs, incendiary bombs..."

The younger gray-robed man said maliciously: "Looking at the servants who used to serve God, pinning their only hope on the weapons of the devil, as a former believer of God, how do you feel... Miles?"

The old man named Meris slowly pulled back the hood of his robe with trembling fingers, revealing an extremely pale face.

His cloudy eyes were full of confusion and pain: "God will not forgive this practice."

The young man took out a nail clipper from his robe, lightly sharpened the bone spurs on his nails, and said with a smile: "The day I went to meet the cardinal, you really should go with me, see Look at the faces of those people in the church, how despicable and sad it is."

Myris turned his face sideways and stared at the young man's face: "Katili...no, throat...Why do you want to hand over the weapons of the empire to these hypocrites?"

The young man with a "Katili" face, but known as the throat bone, squinted at Miles: "Isn't the answer obvious? Let the church and Muxi City go to war to disturb this stagnant water."

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Myris raised the volume: "Intuition tells me that things are not as simple as you said, and you must still be planning something!"

Throat Bone lifted the hood with his fingers, revealing a harmless smile: "Planning? The church has fallen so far, what else do I need to plan?"

Meris grabbed the arm of the larynx, and a look of tension and fear flashed in his eyes: "You and I both know! Even with these weapons, the Church is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of Muxi City! Therefore, this battle has not yet begun. Before, the church had already lost!"

"Give so many weapons to someone who is sure to lose, what are you going to do?!"

Throatbone brushed away Miles' hand displeased, and shook his arms: "Mind your own business, Miles. As we have always said, you help me perfect the preparation of the Necromancer, and I provide Necessary experimental equipment and raw materials to help you revive your son Marcos."

Miles was taken aback, and put down his stiff hand weakly, and murmured, "Marcos..."

"Marcos's necromantic successor form has slowly reached the point where he can't support it. His consciousness is slowly slackening, and his flesh and blood are gradually beginning to rot." Throatbone played with the nail clippers in his hand and said with a chuckle: "It won't be long before he will turn into a fetid, maggot-covered garbage and die completely."

"The only one who can save him now is the tyrant."

Throatbone turned around and stared into Miles' eyes: "I have given you all the books Theodore collected, as well as the notes he had made, and you have read them all. In the notes, the sage Sutherland who died for thousands of years can be resurrected by the tyrant, let alone your thinning son?"

"Moreover, over the years, we have secretly opened a tunnel under the Supha Mountains. We have also secretly collected samples of the tyrant's raw materials stored in the Presbyterian Church, and successfully transported them to our laboratory."

"Right now, everything is ready for technology, materials, and manpower." Throat Bone took a step closer to Miles: "What are you still hesitating about? Don't you want to save your son's life? Don't you just want to save your son's life?" Are you willing to watch him turn into a pool of rotten meat?"

"I..." Myris' facial features twisted into a ball in pain: "I will go to hell."

Throat suddenly burst into laughter: "Hell? If the tyrant's necromancy succeeds, I...we will become the gods of this world, and heaven and hell will eventually be trampled under our feet!"

Throat Bone rolled up his sleeves, and peeled off the piece of purple and blue flesh on his arm that Miles grabbed from the bone little by little.

Throwing this piece of flesh full of corpse spots on the ground, the throat bone looked at the dots of blue light rising from the dense white bones, and said in a bone-chilling voice: "Everything the church has done to me, I will do it a thousand times. Repay them twice! Not only their lives, their property, but also their honor, their beliefs, and their souls, I will bring them to destruction and sinking!"

Accompanied by the gloomy words, the throat bone shape frantically stretched his fingers towards his face, tearing at his face like tearing off a film.

Chin, cheeks, nose, ears, lips...

Blood accompanies fascia, skin sticks to nerves, and is torn off by sharp nails one after another, revealing that nightmarish face of flesh and bones.

He brought his face close to Milis's eyes, his larynx raised his throat, and his protruding eyeballs were bloodshot: "Open your eyes and look at me! This is what you and I are! God, the church, the Bible, and even this The world is no longer related to you and me! We represent a new form of existence and the rise of a new species! We will eventually replace all living beings and establish a new era!"

Looking at the horror close at hand, Miles shook his head helplessly and said: "Sometimes I think you are an out-and-out lunatic, but when I look back at the road I have traveled, I find that I have already been infected by madness... ..."

The jawbone is wide open, the muscles on the face are shaking constantly, and the words are full of joy: "The progress of civilization, the evolution of the times, madness is the source of all this! Only with madness can we abandon thinking The shackles of the shackles; only with madness can we usher in the baptism of war..."

Miles looked at the camp of the church army again, and asked in a low voice, "I'll ask you again, why did you provoke the church and the city of Muxi?"

The larynx turned his gaze to a further place: "This war is just the first step of my plan... When this war is over, I will pull the whole world onto my crazy stage..."