Alien Knights

The next morning, the Cathedral of the Holy Court of Tyrol, the Council House of the Father.

Sitting on the armchair of the Pope's throne at the top of the long table, Throat Bone played with the cross-shaped candlestick in his hand, not paying any attention to the talking clergy around him.

“Here comes Cardinal Jacob!”

A shout of joy seemed to give all the believers a shot in the arm. All eyes turned to the door of the hall, waiting for the person in charge to appear.

Bishop Jacob, wearing the red robe of Holy Orders and looking haggard, walked into the hall with a group of knights. He was obviously stunned for a moment when he saw the throat bone sitting in the seat of the pope.

"Get up! You infidel! How dare you desecrate the Holy See of the Patriarch?!"

Several Holy See knights drew out their swords, roared loudly, and tried to pounce on the throat bones.

Bishop Jacob, who has an aquiline nose, reached out his hand to stop the knights' actions with a gloomy face, and said coldly to his throat: "Mr. Katili, you are from the south, and maybe you don't know much about the Holy Orders of Heavenly Father." Understand, that position belongs to the Pope and you should not get involved."

Throatbone smiled.

He stood up, patted the dust on the chair with his hand, and said easily: "I'm sorry, it's my first time coming to this place, and I really don't understand your 'rules'..."

Seeing that Throatbone was willing to leave his seat, Jacob breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking to the table of cardinals, Jacob nodded slightly to his throat, indicating that the other party could sit opposite him.

Throatbone sat down, looked at Jacob's tired face, and asked pretending to be concerned: "Mr. Bishop, you seem to have not had enough rest."

Jacob laughed dryly: "Busy business."

Throat Bone took out a small silver file from his pocket, and while slowly trimming his nails, he casually asked: "I heard that the war on the front line is not going well?"

Jacob gritted his teeth and said: "Our army has three major advantages: faith, morale and terrain, so how can it be disadvantageous in the war?"

Throatbone tapped the small file on the table: "Then how did I hear that there have been broken troops fleeing back to the city in the past few days? There are even rumors that Hesmond, known as the Lion of Heavenly Father, also fought Death battlefield?"

"Rumors... they are all rumors." Jacob wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It is true that some soldiers have returned to defend Taylor City recently, but those are just normal military movements."

Throat Bone looked at Jacob and said meaningfully.

Just when Jacob was uneasy, Throatbone suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "It seems that my coming here is not necessary. I'd better go back and wait for your good news..."

Seeing that Throat Bone was preparing to leave, Jacob stood up quickly and shouted loudly: "Wait...wait a minute!"

Throatbone turned his head and asked doubtfully: "What? Is there anything else?"

Jacob gasped: "Weapons, we need more weapons."

"My Lord Bishop, are you kidding me? I have provided you with all the weapons and equipment of an entire Imperial Legion, and you still don't think it's enough?"

Jacob's nails dug deeply into his palms, and his body trembled slightly from struggle and shame.

"I admit... Heavenly Father's holy army encountered a little... minor setback when it faced those monsters."

Jacob's words made Throatbone grin.

Throat Bone walked back to his seat, raised his legs on the table, pointed the file at the other party, and said: "At this point, is there any need to conceal and deceive?"

Jacob lowered his head, his face uncertain.

Throat Bone tilted his head and smiled: "We have a common enemy. Only by telling me the truth can I continue to fulfill my obligations as an ally."

Jacob sighed heavily: "More than half of the Holy Army has been lost. The establishment of the three major knights no longer exists, and the commander-in-chief Bromo Hesmond is missing. The enemy has more than 20,000 troops and has traveled through the Western Region. Forest, we will arrive at Taylor City as soon as tomorrow morning."

"If I remember correctly, your number of soldiers can be far greater than theirs."

"But those are all monsters! Real monsters!" Jacob yelled out of control: "The orcs with infinite strength, the werewolves who move like the wind, the wizards who use evil magic, and the group of people who only exist The terrifying rumored war beast!”

Jacob grabbed his hair and buried his face in his chest: "I originally thought that any changes or monsters were just vague records in ancient books... I didn't expect, I didn't expect that everything was true. real……"

Throat Bone stared at everyone present, and almost all the church personnel showed expressions of fear and uneasiness.

Returning his gaze to Jacob, Throatbone said: "In addition to those muskets and artillery, I also brought a weapon from the south this time."

Jacob raised his head, with the expression on his face like a drowning man seeing a life-saving raft.

"Because this weapon is too lethal, its use has been banned within the empire..."

Every word that came out of Throat Bone's mouth made Jacob's eyes brighter.

"It can inspire all the power of life and turn an ordinary human into the most terrifying combat weapon. Do you want to see it?"

Jacob hesitated: "You mean, this kind of weapon will take the life of the user?"

"Yes, but it can also take away the lives of a hundred enemies." Throatbone approached Jacob, showing an amiable and harmless expression: "It's a pretty cost-effective exchange, isn't it?"

Jacob looked at the clergy in the hall and asked in a low voice: "Which one of you is going to try?"

The clergy of the church looked at each other, and everyone's face showed an expression of fear, and they stepped back one after another.

Jacob spat secretly, and then glanced at the knight captain behind him.

Soon, the church knights lined up and picked out ten unlucky people from the crowd and brought them to Jacob and Throat Bone.

Looking at the "volunteers" who were escorted in front of him, Throat Bone took out a handful of strange eggs that looked like black date pits from his arms.

A young assistant to the deacon of the church, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, noticed that there was something vaguely moving in the black thing, and he was so frightened that he shouted: "Sir, please let me go!"

Jacob stood up and shouted angrily: "You are all servants of the Heavenly Father. Being able to offer everything for God is the glory of your humble and insignificant lives! It is the joyful gospel from heaven!"

Throatbone stuffed the eggs into the victims' mouths one by one, and then laughed as they looked like madmen, desperately picking at their throats and scratching their chests.

It felt like there were thousands of knives cutting through the muscles in his body. This was a kind of pain that is difficult to describe with words.

A victim who was twitching on the ground let out a heart-rending scream while grabbing the ankle of a church knight and struggling to say: "Please... kill me..."

"Let go of your hands! You...!"

Before the knight finished speaking, he was so frightened by the horrific scene before him that he screamed.

The victim lying on the ground raised his neck, and his bloodshot and protruding eyeballs suddenly burst open. Two black parasites as thick as human arms came out of the eye sockets, twisting in the air.

Immediately afterwards, his body was like rotten flesh covered with maggots, and countless black parasites bit open the skin and came out of his body.

In the blink of an eye, the ten victims became monsters covered with parasites. Like living corpses, they lost the ability to speak and think, and were left with only the desire for the flesh and blood of the living.

"This is the devil! This is the devil in hell!" The knights were so frightened that they stepped back and shouted: "Almighty Lord! Please send down your holy miracle! Guide our souls!"

However, in the temple of Heavenly Father, the prayers of the knights came to nothing, and no miracle happened.

Facing the undead monster approaching step by step, a knight finally mustered up the courage to swing his sword and slash at the enemy in front of him.

With a dull bone-breaking sound, the knight's sword cut deeply into the monster's head.

After just a moment of joy, the hope in the knight's eyes disappeared in an instant. The monster with the broken head pounced on the former, and like a tide of parasites, it instantly drowned the opponent.

Amidst the harsh sounds of flesh gnawing and screaming, the remaining knights began to retreat.

A knight holding a flail swung the weapon at the monster's chest, hoping to distance the two.

The black parasites were splashed everywhere by the huge hammer, and some juice and debris splashed on the attacker's face. The knight wiped it casually with the back of his hand, but was horrified to find that these black parasite particles actually penetrated into his eyeballs from the corners of his eyes.

A black insect egg, as big as a grain of rice, kept swimming in the knight's eyeballs. After a few seconds, it grew to the size of a tadpole. After a few more seconds, the parasite penetrated directly into his brain.

Dropping the flail in his hand, the knight held his head and knelt on the ground, screaming in pain. Blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth and nose.

Soon, the black adult insect emerged from the gap in the helmet, indicating that the victim had completely transformed into an undead monster.

This battle... this massacre only lasted three minutes.

The entire Heavenly Father's Hall was filled with blood and black insects.

Bishop Jacob, the only survivor, collapsed on the ground, his lower body already soaked in urine.

He looked at the hell-like scene in front of him. He was so frightened that he was out of his wits and could not speak coherently.

Throat Bone walked slowly in front of him, squatted down and said with a smile: "Sir, are you satisfied?"

"Devil! Black devil!" Jacob covered his eyes with his hands and shouted hysterically: "Stay away from me! My soul belongs to the Lord!"

Throatbone shrugged and said, "Open your eyes and see, you are safe."

Jacob trembled and looked ahead. The undead monsters wandering in the hall were like headless flies that had lost their target. They were wandering around without showing any desire to attack.

Throatbone said: "Although this kind of weapon is dangerous, there are ways to control it. As long as you don't mess around, everything will be safe."

The pale-faced Jacob shook his head and shouted: "This is not a weapon at all! This is a curse! It is a plague! It is the greatest blasphemy against the Lord!"

Throatbone said with a smile: "When the sun rises tomorrow, the army under the Holy King will occupy the Courtyard of Heavenly Father under our feet. At that time, the God you believe in will be defined as a heretic, and everything about him will Everything will be completely erased, and his name will be swept into the corner of history and forgotten forever."

Jacob was stunned.

Thinking of the enemy troops arriving tomorrow, he felt a little shaken in his heart.

Throatbone patted Jacob's face and motioned him to look forward: "Did you see the chair that belongs to the Pope?"

Jacob nodded mechanically.

"Soon, that chair will belong to the king you hate the most..." The throat bone's voice was as sharp as coming from hell: "He will release all the prisoners you held before and overthrow all the laws you have ever made. .When that day comes, what do you think will happen to you?"

Jacob's body stiffened, and his pupils were filled with fear as he foresaw the tragic fate in the future.

After a while, Jacob said slowly in a dry and hoarse voice: "Whether it is a sword or a bow, as long as it can destroy evil, it is a weapon of justice given by God."