Alien Knights

The light of the torch flickered on and off, and a group of Papal State soldiers guarded the checkpoint in front of the city gate, checking passing pedestrians and vehicles.

The captain on duty was a strong man with a scar on his face. He looked at the corpse transport convoy and asked suspiciously: "Father, why did you enter the city so late?"

Pedro looked at the captain through the firelight and asked calmly: "Where is Balzon? In the past, he was the one on duty."

"That bastard drank too much and said some blasphemous words about Heavenly Father. He is now repenting in prison!"

Captain Scar's words made Pedro slightly stunned. The latter calmed down a little and replied: "I am Father Pedro. These are the carriages used by the church to transport the bodies of sinners."

Captain Scar asked again: "Why do you want to enter the city late at night?"

Pedro looked at the captain with a strange look: "Do you think it is a very decent thing to transport a body in full view of the day?"

Captain Scar scratched his head and then reacted.

Indeed, it is not a good idea to drag carts and carts of corpses out of the city during the day under the watchful eyes of the citizens.

Scar pointed at the crowd beside the motorcade and asked, "Who are they?"

"The catechumens in the village, they helped me transport the body to the crematorium."

Scar took a step forward: "Get out of the way, I want to check the carriage."

Pedro growled angrily: "Your behavior has exceeded the limit of my tolerance! Aren't you afraid of the church's investigation..."

Scar interrupted him: "If you have any dissatisfaction, just go and talk to Cardinal Jacob. It was he who signed the martial law decree, and we are also following orders."

Seeing the soldiers walking past and heading towards the convoy, Pedro shouted anxiously: "Aren't you afraid of the censure of your Heavenly Father?!"

Randall, who was hiding in the car, pulled out his dagger from under his body and made a gesture to Barbara. The light blue light patterns on the latter's body began to flash slowly.

At this moment, Karin, pretending to be a catechumen, walked to the front of the motorcade. Hiding her whole body under her toga, she first made the sign of the cross towards the soldiers, and then reached out to pull open the cover of the carriage. linen.

A soldier who accidentally saw Karin's arm suddenly screamed loudly, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing.

Captain Scar came over displeased and scolded loudly: "What's the noise about?!"

"Captain, look at her arms!"

Captain Scar glanced at Karin and motioned for her to roll up her sleeves.

The next second, what Captain Scar saw made him take a breath.

Karin's arms were covered with gray-brown pus cells, and dark red blood continued to seep out of the skin. In some of the broken wounds, wriggling maggots could still be seen faintly.

"Evil! Stay away from me! What are these things?!"

Pedro rolled his eyes and explained to Captain Scar: "You should know that these people have been exposed to rotten and diseased corpses for a long time, and the corpse poison has entered their bodies. They will be infected as long as they touch them, and these carriages There are also…”

"Get out! Get out of here!" Scar stepped back, waving his hands and shouting: "Don't let me see these dirty guys again!"

Feeling the carriage moving slowly and passing through the city gate, Randall let out a long breath: "We have entered the city."

Pedro, who was sitting in the driving seat of the carriage, looked at Karin beside him and asked softly: "Your body?"

Karin rolled up her sleeves and wiped her arms vigorously. Those daunting and shuddering wounds disappeared like paint.

"I know a person who can use different types of potions to create the effects of blood and wounds."

Hearing Karin's words, Pedro was a little curious and wanted to ask what kind of potion could produce such an effect, but after a second thought, he gave up the plan.

The carriage drove in the dark night for almost more than an hour, and finally stopped at the entrance of a cemetery.

Hearing Karin say the code word for safety, Aldenan couldn't wait to get out of the car first, lying on the ground and breathing in the fresh air.

"I swear in the name of the Holy King! I will never get into that coffin-like ghost place again in my life!"

Carroll jumped off the carriage and looked at Aldenan with contempt: "Don't say it so absolutely. When your life and mine come to an end, the coffin will be our only destination."

Aldenan retched and said impatiently: "I would rather be burned to ashes after death than let my body enter a box buried underground!"

Lizardman Kellogg stood at the door of the cemetery, looking into the distance: "Hiss... Instead of having time to bicker, why don't you take a look at what this place is?"

The tauren Bulwer looked at the city scenery at night, his eyes widened, and said in disbelief: "If I'm not mistaken, there seems to be...?"

"The courtyard of Heavenly Father, the center of the universe, the highest place of descent, and the origin of all will." Karin lifted her hood and said calmly: "The building complex in front of you has a history of more than 1,500 years. The Holy Court of Tyro."

Barbara followed Randall and looked at the majestic area in the distance, and couldn't help but express her heartfelt admiration.

Beautiful religious-style spiers are like stars in the night sky, densely spread across the land.

Thousands of ever-burning lanterns stand in rows and are arranged regularly, dividing the entire area into four large areas. From a distance, the building arrangement looks like a huge cross.

Countless believers in Heavenly Father, dressed in gray robes, knelt in the Holy See Square and recited scriptures of praise loudly.

"It's so beautiful. I've long heard of the Terro Holy Court in the capital of the Papal States. Even the best poets can't describe its magnificence in words and words." Barbara said excitedly: "I have always doubted it before. This statement, but only when I walk in front of it can I feel this beauty..."

Karin said coldly: "If you close your eyes and listen carefully, the wails of the tortured souls in the wind will tell you whether this is heaven or hell."

Barbara glanced at Karin carefully, and unconsciously hid behind Randall.

Randall quickly changed the subject: "Ms. Forman, is this the safe house you mentioned?"

"That's right."

"Hiding in the cemetery of the Holy Court? Isn't this too risky?"

Karin turned and walked towards the depths of the cemetery, saying as she walked: "Taylor City is full of spies of the church. No matter which neighborhood the residents are, they have become crazy believers who have lost their minds. Only this one is related to the dead. Only in a place with company can you find a moment of tranquility.”

Lizardman Kellogg swung his tail and followed him: "This logic is not wrong. In this situation, the most dangerous place is the safest place."

Father Pedro held an oil lamp in his hand and walked slowly along the mossy path of the cemetery until he came to a gravekeeper's hut built in the deepest part of the cemetery.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door of the cabin, Pedro walked to a row of bookshelves, grabbed the edge of the bookshelf with both hands, and pulled outwards, revealing a stone staircase extending downward.

"People often talk about the thousand-year history of the Holy Court of Tyro, but few people know that in fact, the underground world of Taylor City has a longer history than the above ground." Pedro said with a smile: "Taylor City's earliest The predecessor was an underground shelter for believers, built to avoid the invasion of northern barbarians."

Bulwer carefully stepped on the loose and fragile stone bricks with his ox hooves, and said, "I can tell you are very familiar with history."

Pedro shook his head and denied: "I am just an ordinary clergyman who memorizes scriptures. I have only read church books and apologetics. How can I know this knowledge? In fact, I once had a well-read man who A good friend, he has read thousands of books and knows many things that ordinary people don’t know..."

Bulwer stopped and asked strangely: "Once?"

Pedro's voice slowly dropped: "My friend's name is Tristan, and he is no longer alive."

Aldenan kept his body low, smelling the putrid smell that filled his nose. He looked at the morgues embedded in the stone walls next to the underground corridor and asked Carol in a low voice: "Are we going to live there?" In a place like this, right?”

Carol said solemnly: "If you don't want to live here, I know there is a better place that will definitely welcome you."

"Where?"

“The prison of the church.”

Aldernan spat and kicked the bones away from his feet in frustration.

The group of people followed the underground passage of the cemetery and came to an underground hall with broken statues and stone benches.

Pedro lit the torches around the room and said: "This used to be an underground church in Tyro City, a place for preaching to the residents hiding underground, but it has been abandoned for a long time. Behind this church There are some rooms in the hall, and after cleaning them up, it’s okay to stay there for a few days.”

Randall asked Karin: "How long do we have to wait here before entering the church prison to find those scholars?"

Karin shook her head: "You shouldn't ask me this question."

Pedro made the sign of the cross to Randall: "When Bishop Yarbrough arranges everything, he will take the initiative to come to you."