bookandnovel Chapter 689 Inside the City
Chapter 689 Inside the City
quack quack.
The cawing of crows seemed to foreshadow the outcome of the war.
However, some people think differently.
With a whoosh, the sharp arrow pierced through the crow, and in just an instant, the crow turned into a cloud of blood mist.
"Where is that guy?"
Tyr frowned slightly, clearly displeased with Jiang Shuzhou's secretive behavior.
In His view, the other side should be fighting them head-on here, not hiding in some bunker.
If that's the case...
Tyr figured it out in just one second: the other side was definitely up to something.
But what exactly is the conspiracy?
Tyr is unaware of this yet.
But these are minor issues. If Jiang Shuzhou were here, then they would fight.
If Jiang Shuzhou weren't here, they would have simply left this place and then attacked the Soth Academy.
Even if Jiang Shuzhou is unwilling to come out, Natil will still destroy the power he has poured his heart and soul into.
Thinking of this, Tyr waved his hand.
"My lord."
An angel walked over from the side.
"Go, implement the scorched earth policy, and thoroughly purify these polluted lands!"
He refused to believe it and burned the whole place down. If Jiang Shuzhou were here, would he still not make an appearance?
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The underworld is always silent, and since ancient times, very few living beings have been able to set foot there.
However, there are always exceptions. Over the long course of time, the boundary between life and death has become blurred.
Now, the underworld is no longer needed.
Or to be more precise, Jiang Shuzhou no longer needs it.
Splash, splash.
The sound of armor clashing rang out, the only noise in the silent underworld.
Millions of construct knights, led by legendary construct knights, are slowly but steadily making their way towards the center of the underworld.
That is Jag's palace, the embodiment of death in the human world.
There, Jaeger assigns the fate of every soul, fair yet ruthless.
Perhaps when He was still "alive," He still had selfish motives.
Ta-da! He died. After He returned from the law, personal feelings no longer mattered.
However, it is only natural that Yeager would participate in the encirclement and killing of Jiang Shuzhou.
It wasn't because of personal grudges, but because Jiang Shuzhou recklessly altered the boundary between life and death. He used dreams to blur the lines between life and death, and used magic to extract souls.
This behavior directly violates the laws of life and death.
Perhaps it's because this place has just been revived, and Death God Jag doesn't yet have many followers to manage it, or perhaps it's just how the land of the dead is.
In short, the construct knights encountered no obstacles along the way.
Until the Gate of the Dead, it is more like a bridge than a gate.
The colossal arched bridge is tens of thousands of meters high, with the gray waters of the River Styx flowing below. Countless souls drift from the River Styx, and this is their first stop in the underworld.
The massive army stopped, activating runic constructs to conceal themselves. In just an instant, the huge force vanished, seemingly disappearing into another world.
Inside the clock tower of Saint-Ilan.
Jiang Shuzhou stood there, hands behind his back, gazing at the scene below from afar.
Even paladins don't always get the better of certain things.
Even if the gods are right beside you.
Pure white flames ignited, burning the unclean city.
"These evil people!"
Looking at the horrifying scene around him, the paladin captain's face turned ugly, as if he were engulfed by a rage.
"Don't let anger control you."
The chaplain who accompanied the army said so.
Compared to paladins, priests seem to take this much more for granted.
"I will remember your teachings."
"The Paladin Captain said."
Generally speaking, a priest is considered to be half a rank higher than a paladin, since they are the closest to God and deserve the respect they are due.
"Captain, when will we finish burning? I want to go back and take a shower."
The speaker was a paladin in the group, who was also diligently burning the surroundings with holy fire. However, compared to the other paladins who were more silent, this paladin, whose armor was covered with ornate decorations, was more popular, or rather, more talkative.
"Alright, kid, this is the front line, not your home! Don't think that just because you're from a noble family, you can act like you're above the law!"
"Keep burning for another hour, then we'll switch shifts. Stay alert during this time!"
Although he gave them a lecture, the paladin captain then told them when the meeting would end.
This shows that the privileges of the nobility are always useful.
The paladins splashed holy water indiscriminately while using divine magic to ignite it, creating a sea of fire.
The sacred fire did not harm the paladins at all; on the contrary, they felt quite comfortable with it.
Some paladins even poured holy water all over their armor and set it on fire, turning themselves into human torches, as if this could dispel their fear of the city of Saint Ylan.
"Captain, watch out behind you!"
What was supposed to be an ordinary daily task turned out to be a strange turn of events in Saint Ylan City.
Sometimes, death happens in an instant.
"What?"
Before the paladin captain could react, a sharp bone spur pierced through his body.
With a soft thud, another bone spur pierced his body.
stab.
Like tearing cloth, the paladin captain's body was instantly ripped apart, splitting him in two.
"Run!"
These were his last words. After that, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Even with his tenacious vitality, he was of no use against such a powerful enemy except for surviving a few more seconds.
"what!"
"No, don't kill me!"
"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!"
A buzzing sound filled my ears, and before my eyes unfolded the scene of my teammates being slaughtered.
It seems that everything is over.
Really?
Tell me, do you want to save them?
A magnificent voice rang out.
"Who are you?"
The paladin captain opened his eyes and found that everything around him seemed to have frozen, replaced by a majestic figure.
The figure was blurry and its features were indistinct, yet it gave him a feeling of order, both cold and warm.
It's contradictory, but that's how he felt.
"You are not my master..."
"Yes, but your gods have abandoned you, haven't they?"
"He stands at a distance, never responding. Perhaps to Him, you are nothing more than expendable objects."
"Who are you?"
"Me? You can call me the Order Keeper. I maintain order, and I also create order."
Jiang Shuzhou spoke with an air of righteous indignation, as if he wasn't the one who caused the tragedy in Saint Yilan.
However, what he said wasn't wrong.
This wasn't done by Jiang Shuzhou, but by the mother of all things, by the trunk of the tree made of flesh and blood.
Although both of these are Jiang Shuzhou.
Having multiple incarnations has only one advantage: you can easily shift the blame if you want.
In short, it wasn't me, it was the soldiers.
"But I refuse."
"I will not submit to you, you evil god!"
These were the last words of the Paladin Captain.
"Do as you please, someone has already agreed anyway."
It was that noble paladin. After all, the other party's faith wasn't as deep as this guy's. He just needed to be persuaded a bit, and then he agreed.
As for this stubborn fellow, Jiang Shuzhou had no intention of continuing the conversation.
"By the way, your soul will not go to the Kingdom of God, but will come into my hands."
"After all, this is my territory, and everything here naturally belongs to me."