"What, blockade?" The boy sat up suddenly. The violent movement pulled the scratch on his spine, making him grin. But he immediately found that his wounds had been treated and bandaged, and the smell of antibacterial drugs only in the hospital was emitted. He relaxed a little because he remembered the antibacterial gel given to him by Salomon. A little smell could make the ribs tight and cold. The smell of those drugs was exactly the same as the smell he smelled now.

"Yes, we have started a war with the angels." Constantine helped the boy sit up from the hospital bed.

"You actually..." the boy sighed, "How is the situation now?"

"If you are asking yourself, you are not in good condition when we find you, but fortunately there are not many injuries. If you are the servant of our Lord, then our air defense fire has already brought down many angels, and there are not many casualties for the time being." The Guard said, "This is the situation at the moment, and no one can easily cross the line of defense that the angels confront us. If you want to do this, you will face great risks. But if you insist on doing this, we are not unable to pay the price to send you up, boy."

The Guards took a step back and showed the boy the high-tech equipment in the infirmary and the long halberd in their hands. "On the earth now, only we have the ability to break through the angel's defense and send you to Mount Finbowent, so I hope you say something I want to know. For example, what you know about the situation of the monarch - according to the testimony of the sisters, you should fall into the Bridge of Heaven like the monarch. Where is my lord, boy?"

"Do you really want to know?" The boy sighed, "Actually, I don't know where he is now." Constantine stared at him silently, invisibly putting a lot of pressure on the boy. The boy couldn't help but scream, "I really don't know that the power of the Eye of the World does not involve him! I only know that if I want to solve everything, I must climb to the top of Mount Fenbowent to solve the problem, and maybe your monarch will come back in the future."

"This is a solution." Constantine nodded, not too obsessed with Salomon's whereabouts. The boy did not know the relationship between the Guard and Salomon, so he did not care too much, but if the others in the Immortal City saw it, they would definitely think that the Guard's behavior was a bit strange. "Wait here, and when the operation begins, I will take you to the top of Mount Fenbowente."

"Hey, there's another question. Where am I now?"

"Sky Carrier Punishment Number. Someone will bring you nutritious meals later, so you can wait here." Constantine closed the door of the infirmary and locked the boy inside. After Constantine left, the boy immediately jumped out of the bed and walked to the door carefully to twist the door handle. Then the boy's face became quite bad, but this also made him sure that the Guards were indeed subordinates of Salomon and their style was almost the same. "He was telling the truth." Constantine said to Baron Modu standing in the corridor, "Maybe the solution is to send him to the top of Mount Fenbowente. But I still have a question, why would the Supreme Master say you don't have to worry about the whereabouts of the monarch?"

"You have asked me down. I don't know, no one can guess what the Venerable plan is." Modu shrugged and said with a smile, "But you don't have to worry too much. The Venerable has always paid attention to Salomon. He will be fine. Maybe he will pop out of a box in a while, maybe just like his childhood prank."

"I will go and prepare the commando." Constantine did not retort, but left the infirmary guarded by the secret mage.

If Modu’s statement is correct, it would be great. If the monarch does not appear, the Imperial Guard will fulfill its duties. He will never hand over the monarch’s safety to others, let alone the Kamataj who will not put the monarch’s life safety first.

Now he holds the highest authority of the Immortal City, and even the internal affairs department must obey his orders. Tita received a communication from the Imperial Guards. A few minutes later, the strongest martial arts in the Sisters were transferred from the defense line and returned to the Sky Carrier Punishment. Victoria Hand and Sophia's elite soldiers were also gathered to wait for the order. Constantine planned to personally lead this team of Sisters and Mortals to send the boy to the top of Mount Fenbowent. As for how many people would die in this process, Constantine actually didn't care. If the sacrifice of the entire Imperial City could save the monarch, the Imperial Guard would not hesitate.

But these are not enough.

"Great Sage." He said to the fifth demon pillar far away on Mars, "I need your help."

The cold electronic synthesized sound responded. "The approval has been approved...the NERV Legion test model is about to set off. It is expected to arrive in 21,600 seconds. For the destiny of mankind to rule the galaxy."

The man raised his fork frantically and cheered loudly in front of the giant fire. In addition to him, the young man from the same village was also cheering, but the man thought he was the most glorious one, because his fork was stabbed with his spoils, and a head he cut off with his own hands—the head of the blasphemer, the head of a woman who practiced witchcraft, and a head of a banshe. It was his offering to the god he worshiped. After the priest drank the banshe's witchcraft with the holy word, he rushed up first.

The sticky blood dripped on his eyelids, but he didn't feel disgusted. Others only grabbed an arm or thigh, and their body parts were thrown into the fire to prevent others from being killed by their witchcraft. This was what the priest told, and no one dared to go against the priest's words, because the priest was for their own good, for them to point out the culprits who destroyed farmland, made women miscarriage, and made young men lose their souls. At the same time, the female cat was in heat, stole milk, sheared wool, and made the woodcutter lost.

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The villagers who obtained the trophy set fires at the same time, celebrating this great day like a festival, proving their devout faith. The witch's head stared at her big eyes, and her bitten face was covered with blood. The flames shone on her unsightly eyes, and the exquisite earrings covered with dry blood swayed with the movement of the pitchfork, playing a light accompaniment to the cheering crowd.

Even if his head was chopped off, he was so beautiful! The man raised his head and spitted phlegm at his head.

The warmth and passion that burned his back with the flames made him quite intoxicated, and he also smelled a saliva-in smell of barbecue.

The man looked around and bent down while others were not paying attention, and picked up a piece of gold jewelry from the black clothes on the ground. This trip cannot be in vain. Maybe this can be used as a gift for his wife? The man just came up with this idea and immediately shivered in fear. Maybe there was magic on it, or maybe the curse before the witch died would turn his little boy into a disabled and an idiot!

He made up his mind to present his jewelry to the church in exchange for the blessing of the pastor, in order to show his piety.

"Shameless Banshee!" A woman in thick linen held the book given by the priest and pointed to the head on the pitchfork and shouted, "Go to hell! The witch who will only seduce men! Look here! Your souls will be cursed by God!" Even a child holding the apron around the woman's waist was shouting.

"They will steal children! These old witches!" Someone shouted. As soon as this was said, the woman immediately carried her child in fear that there would be a living witch to steal him. But the panic did not last long, because all the people surrounding the fire felt a physically inexplicable fear. They glimpsed a tall figure in golden armor slowly passing through the crowd. It was a man with light shining with incense and warm light, and anyone could see his sacredness.

"This must be the messenger of God!" someone shouted, "Our piety is proven!"

The villagers held their spoils before the giants, and even if they were just bloody limbs, they could not wait to dedicate them to God's messengers as pious proofs.
Chapter completed!