Honey, It’s Time To Take Your Medicine!

  Chapter 102 Brother, I avenged you (ask for a recommendation ticket and ask for a monthly ticket)

  In Karthus' dull, dull and dull mind, the mark on the white stockings that Benson grasped tightly in his palm was the guidance he gave himself.

   It was the Holy See who betrayed Benson.

  He wants to use the heads of members of the Holy See to honor his best friend.

  He knew that there was a patrol team formed by the holy knights of the Holy See at the border.

  When he came to support Benson, he saw those people.

  He's angry, he's crazy.

   His ears seemed to start to echo with indescribable ravings again. Only the blood of those people could extinguish the blazing flame in his heart.

  The bones of the war horse galloped on the ground, with a large cloud of smoke and dust behind them.

   Karthus didn't know how long he had been advancing. A river appeared in front of him, and beside the river was a temporary camp.

   There are thousands of paladins of the Holy See stationed in the camp. Except for a few who are on duty at night, most of them are resting in tents.

  The black smoke from the burning bonfire spread in the night sky, and the sound of the river water echoed in my ears.

A few paladins gathered beside the bonfire, holding metal wine bottles filled with spicy spirits. Although the Holy See has many rules, it does not prohibit alcohol. What's more, for those who go out on patrol, Without the stimulation of alcohol, physical exhaustion can quickly become overwhelming.

"Damn it, the first-generation hero died too quickly. If the first-generation hero hadn't recklessly ran over to fight the devil one-on-one, he wouldn't have been torn to pieces." A paladin took a sip of his wine and was a little sullen. muttered.

  He has never seen the first generation of brave men.

  But I have heard about some of the original heroes.

  In his opinion, only when the brain is cramped will he go to the devil one-on-one.

Another paladin was also full of displeasure: "Who says it's not? Although a second-generation brave man has been summoned, it is said that his talent is even better than that of the first generation, but now he knows that he is nesting in the imperial city all day long. I have no intention of coming out to fight monsters at all, I'm so stupid..."

I don't know if it's because of drunkenness, or if this is what they really think, or because they went out to patrol in the cold wind and freezing night, which caused too much resentment to accumulate in their hearts. Powerful monster.

  They are just venting their dissatisfaction:

   "Damn, we summoned the hero to deal with monsters, not to let him stay in the city and play with women..."

   "We are paladins, it's an insult to us to do this kind of work as ordinary soldiers!"

  Suddenly, a stronger paladin seemed to sense something. He raised his head and saw the dark figure under the moonlight.

  The ghostly figure made his body tremble violently, and he subconsciously reached out to grab the spear next to him, but soon he felt something was wrong.

  This figure is somewhat familiar. Isn't this the dutiful son Karthus in the brave team?

  Although there is a saint in the brave team, the relationship with the two churches has not been particularly good, but the superficial etiquette still needs to be maintained.

  The paladin stood up from the ground, put his right hand on his left shoulder, and bowed slightly: "It turned out to be Lord Karthus, why did you come here..."

   Poof!

  He originally wanted to invite Karthus to drink and warm up together, but before he could finish a sentence, the dark spear in Karthus's hand was thrown out instantly.

  The gun is like a dragon.

  The speed of the spear was beyond the paladin's ability to react, and there was a big hole in his chest immediately.

  The hard standard armor of the Holy See was as vulnerable to Karthus's spear as tofu dregs. After piercing the paladin's chest, the spear flew straight to the rear.

   With a whoosh, a gun pierced the bonfire.

  The grudge attached to the gun spread instantly, and the seven paladins around were directly smashed into pieces, and the ground was sprinkled with minced meat mixed with blood.

  Karthus stretched out his hand, and the spear flew back automatically.

  The movement here finally caught the attention of the sleeping paladins. They quickly got out of the tent and looked at the **** stains on the ground, as well as Karthus on the other side.

  Even idiots know what happened here. They surrounded Karthus with weapons and loudly reprimanded Karthus for attacking them for no reason.

  However, Karthus didn't answer their questions at all. There was only a gloomy laugh from under the helmet. The voice was hoarse and hideous.

  The dark red flames burned on Karthus' armor, making Karthus look like a demon king walking out of the flames.

  His eyes contained endless anger.

   "I want to use your blood, your lives, and your heads to honor my best comrade-in-arms." Karthus made a gloomy voice.

  Hearing these words, a group of paladins were stunned.

  What is this all about, your best comrade-in-arms? Could it be that a member of the brave team died?

  But what does this have to do with them, why does it count on me?

  Where do they have the strength to kill the members of the brave team?

  The paladins headed wanted to defend themselves, but the enraged Karthus did not give these people a chance to defend themselves. He raised the spear in his hand and threw it directly into the dark night sky.

   Just after the spear reached the highest point, it completely ignored the influence of gravity, and had no intention of falling down at all, and directly hovered in the sky.

  The next second, dense black spear lights poured down from the sky like a torrential rain.

  Although Karthus had brain problems and was a little crazy from time to time, no one would deny his strength.

  Once the fight starts, this man will show you what real **** is.

  The paladin looked up in fear, and could only see gun shadows tearing the air, making a buzzing sound. Suddenly, it was like a black meteor shower staged in front of him.

  That's right, Karthus' move is called meteor shower.

  Although the destructive power of a single spear shadow is not exaggerated, it is more than enough to kill these paladins.

  The most important thing about this trick is that it covers a huge area and has a strong penetrating power. It is one of the very few martial arts that can be compared with super-level magic.

Ah ah ah ah ah…

  They want to hide, but facing such a dense meteor shower, where can they hide? I can only watch the shadow of the gun falling from the sky!

  Pfft!

  Penetrated through their heads and bodies, blood spurted along the broken bodies, and in a short time on the ground, small rivers condensed and poured into the river next to them.

Countless lives ushered in death amid the screams, and Karthus never stopped. He drew out the saber at his waist and rushed into the crowd, dancing up and down the blade. Sri Lanka's massacre.

Frostmourne exudes a hazy coldness. The sharp blade easily tore through the throat, bringing up splashed blood. The black armor was dyed scarlet in a short period of time, and the whole body was wet. slimy.

  He is like a ruthless butcher, constantly harvesting one life after another.

   Unknown when, Karthus stopped.

  There was no one around for him to kill, broken limbs covered the ground, and the entire camp had completely turned into a purgatory on earth.

  The river water was dyed scarlet.

  Karthus shouted to the sky:

  Brother, I finally avenged you!

  However, this was not enough. It was just that the lives of these paladins were not worth the life of his best brother. After burying his brother, he had to prepare more sacrifices for him.

  …

   On the other side, Qin Chu didn't even know that the scapegoat he arbitrarily blamed on Augustus would have such an effect.

  He is flipping through this diary.

   This diary was obviously written thousands of years ago by the saint of the Temple of Storms, who is now Violet the Storm Witch.

  Yes, this woman is the former saint.

Thousands of years ago, the beliefs in the Sky Continent were quite complicated, and there were many temples, but they maintained a good relationship with each other. Antia used to be a believer of the Lord of Storms, so Violet knew Andi. Ya.

  The more he looked at Qin Chu, the more frightened he became.

   It is recorded in the diary that the gods will not give up their authority easily.

   Only when a **** falls, will he sway his authority to the earth.

   Only girls with pure bodies and pure souls can feel the consciousness from the gods and inherit the authority of the gods.

   And these young girls became witches.

  Seeing this, Qin Chu was not that scared. What really scared Qin Chu was the number below.

   Just a thousand years ago, forty-nine witches appeared in the Sky Continent at one time.

  Forty-nine witches means that forty-nine gods have fallen.

  The gods in the sky are probably all dead?

   The first chapter is delivered, and two hundred recommendations will be added today. Thank you Gulabashi for your reward, thank you for your support

  (end of this chapter)