Chapter 196 The Disaster of the Church

Lehman and his party rode through the streets of Longsong Fortress.

After the battle, the residents of the city hid in their homes, closed their doors, and couldn't see half a person on the street, looking a little deserted.

"Sir Lehman, are your hands alright?" asked Levin, the knight of "Sturdy Shield".

"It's not a big problem," Lehman Hoss shrugged, "at least he can still move." But this action made him frown immediately.

Last night's battle for the gate went smoothly. There were only twenty guards guarding the east gate of the fortress, and they never expected that the enemy would attack from inside the city.

Although the horn was sounded, it would take at least a quarter of an hour for the reinforcements to arrive. Fifteen mercenaries who had taken the pills rushed to the top of the city and killed the guards one by one. Lehman led the knights to open the city gate. In the dimness, he didn't notice that there was a side door beside the city wall. Two guards suddenly appeared inside, and one of them rushed towards him with a hammer in hand.

In order to turn the winch conveniently, his weapon was already in his waist. In a hurry, Lehman had no choice but to block it with his arms. Almost at the same time, Levin on the other side handed out his long sword and pierced the guard's waist. Affected by this fatal blow, most of the strength of the falling hammer was lost, but it still left a dent on his armor.

At that time, Lehman didn't feel much pain. After taking down the city gate, he found it difficult to lift his right arm. He unbuttoned the arm armor, only to see that his forearm was as swollen as a rolling pin.

"Hope there are herbs for pain relief in the church," Levine said. "They always prepare some weird things."

"For example, Maruko." Another knight, Dawn, came up and said with a smile.

The thirteen knights lost two of them in the night attack, and one was seriously injured. They are now lying in the camp moaning, and it is estimated that they will not survive tonight. All in all, such losses are acceptable, Lehman thought. Now that the militia troops have entered the city, the fortress has completely fallen into his hands.

After a while, a group of people came to the door of the church, where a group of more than a hundred militiamen were already waiting for orders. When they saw Lehman, they all showed longing looks.

"Give them the pills," Lehman said as he got off his horse and saw that everyone had taken the pills before he led the team up the stairs and walked towards the main hall.

"Stop," shouted the two believers guarding the gate, "This is a sacred place, do not enter with weapons!"

Le Wen pulled out the weapon and handed it over with both hands, "I see, this is for you, right?" Just as the believer reached out to take the long sword, he suddenly grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and yanked it upwards. Both hands fell in response.

"Ah—" Before the believer's miserable cry came out of his throat, the knight had already pierced the point of his sword into his throat.

Although Levin's nickname is a strong shield, he rarely meets an opponent with a sharp sword.

Another believer had his throat cut by Don, and Lehman kicked open the door and walked into the hall expressionlessly.

"Who are you?" A middle-aged man in a priest's robe with a white background and blue border came forward, facing the bloody sword blade without any fear, "How dare you break into the church! Children, arrest them! "

Lehman sneered. Now most of the townspeople are staying at home, and there are only twenty or thirty believers in the church. Facing the experienced knights, rebels can only die.

Before he could give an order, Donne had already drawn his sword with a strange smile and knocked down a believer who rushed up. Others soon joined the fight, and the church was in chaos. Seeing that the situation was not good, the priest shouted, "Children, take the holy medicine and let the gods give you the power to defeat the mob!"

His Majesty Timothy's guess was right, and Lehman was overjoyed that there were indeed pills here! The eyes of the believers suddenly turned red, and veins burst out on their faces. During the effective time of the medicine, an ordinary person can explode with strength and speed beyond the limit of the human body, and the narrower the terrain, the more difficult it is to deal with. Unfortunately, you are not the only ones with this kind of thing, he thought. Taste your own strength.

"Get out of the way," he yelled, "the militiamen meet the enemy!"

When the militia behind heard this sentence, they couldn't wait to swallow the two-color pill, and then fought with the berserk believers. Until then, the priest finally changed his expression, "Why do you also have...!"

"Holy medicine?" Lehman bypassed the two groups of people, and approached each other with a sword in one hand, "This is a gift from the church. If you hadn't obstructed it, His Majesty would have unified Graycastle long ago."

"Your Majesty?" The priest widened his eyes, "You belong to Timothy—"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the sword in the knight's hand had pierced his chest, piercing his heart and lungs.

This battle of disparity in strength ended quickly, and more than 20 believers were slaughtered, and their bodies were lying on the ground in a mess. After the effect of the medicine wore off, the militiamen breathed heavily and sat down contentedly against the corpse, not minding the wanton flow of blood at all.

Lehman felt his arm getting heavier, and the sword just now made him feel the pain of tearing. Sometimes he also wants to swallow the black pill to make himself ignore the physical fatigue and pain, but every time he sees the ugly appearance of the person taking the medicine, he puts this thought back.

Lehman already knew a lot about the two pills the church sold. For a healthy person, the pill can only take effect three times at most, the first time is about a quarter of an hour, and the duration will be shorter and shorter after that, and a strong dependence will be formed at the same time. If you don't take medicine for a long time, your body will gradually decline until you die.

Taking advantage of this trait, he uniformly administered pills to the militia before leaving to force them to obey his orders, and his thirst for drugs could turn even the weakest farmer into a bloodthirsty beast. Now these hundred or so people are taking it for the second time, and they only have one usage left.

However... Even if the medicine is continued to be replenished after three times, it can only alleviate the pain, but cannot reverse the process. In other words, as soon as you take the first pill, you have one foot in the coffin. Of course, Lehman would not tell this group of people.

There is no doubt that the two-color elixir is a conspiracy of the church, and His Majesty Timothy clearly recognizes this, so he forbids any knight to use it. But it is also a sharp weapon for unifying the kingdom, or... a must. Without it, His Majesty would not be able to defeat Garcia Wimbledon who also possessed the pill.

When hearing His Majesty mention this matter for the first time, Lehman couldn't believe it. He really couldn't understand why the church supported two royal bloodlines to compete for the throne. However, a series of changes that followed made him agree with His Majesty's judgment more and more. Now that he had seen the pill in the church in the west, he no longer had any doubts about it—the church was not going to help any prince ascend the throne, what they wanted was the whole of Greycastle.

"I found pills in the basement. There are thousands of pills in four large boxes." After searching the church thoroughly, Le Wen reported excitedly, "There are also a lot of gold dragons, jewels, and silk, which should be donated by believers. .”

"Take away everything that can be taken away, and burn everything that can't be taken away," Lehman ordered. "Anyway, this is all done by Roland Wimbledon. We are only helping the church to suppress the rebellion."

Since the secret medicine must be provided by the church, it is not the time to completely tear the face off, and pushing it to the fourth prince is considered dead. In order not to arouse the suspicion of the church, His Majesty himself stayed in the north, pretending to obey the other party's instructions, but sent himself with a small number of knights, and recruited a large number of militiamen to seize the western border.

Now the Church's forces are all concentrated in the Wolfheart Kingdom, and there is no time to pay attention to the situation here. Therefore, it is necessary to unify Graycastle as soon as possible, so as to draw strength to resist the Church's attack—His Majesty Timothy thinks that their attack on Graycastle is the right thing to do. Sooner or later, before that, store and collect as many pills as possible. At the same time, he also ordered the Wangdu Alchemy Association to study the ingredients of the secret medicine, and strive to imitate it as soon as possible.

Now that the pills were in hand, there was only one last step left in this mission - to completely eliminate Roland Wimbledon. (To be continued.)