Chapter 722: Come here

"I--"
Varus gasped in pain, coughing out a pool of blood in his mouth.
He tried to stand up, but felt his limbs seemed completely unresponsive. The pain caused by the forehead break was so unreal. Only the blindfolded red could clearly tell him that he was injured.
Kundera looked down at him, as if examining a certain cargo.
"Can you stand up."
This is not a problem, but Varus heard some kind of indescribable horror.
What if he can't stand up?
"Can-can -"
He struggled a bit, and finally stood up with shaking.
"I have done it, you guys--"
"Don't worry, follow me."
After Kundera finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the battlement. Varus had no choice but to tear off a piece of cloth, barely covering the wound on his head, and then follow the steps of the other party.
In this process, he had a deeper understanding of the results of his actions.
Varus carefully walked through the Shura field in front of him, witnessing every detail of the Holocaust made by Oak.
Broken corpses covered with blood smeared all over the streets, and every creature was either slaughtered, shackled, or imprisoned in the house.
Most of the epidemic walking dead have been wiped out. Varus has never heard of this evil sect. This is a terrible night. The invasion of Oak and the outbreak of a strange plague occur at the same time. Perhaps in a sense, It was Ok that put out this impending corpse wave, if it was
In the past, this must have evolved into a terrible disaster.
Only the Oks don't care about this, because the overlords and legions are already close to the city, and they will completely crush all resistance.
Along the way, Kundera Ka continued to be quite satisfied with this attack, capturing the city with very few casualties, and on the contrary, the number of killings was excellent-a wonderful handwriting.
"this is--"
Varus walked carefully into the hall of the church step by step, raised his eyes to see the tall, huge icon occupying the entire back wall, and he felt a hate bursting into his heart.
The Oaks had broken the heads of all the statues, and the wing tips were turned into dust. Dozens of staff were nailed to the stained wall. Thick iron nails pierced the flesh and bones and fixed them to the stone.
This church, Varus remembered correctly, is located in the lower city south of the city, that is to say, he has now reached the edge of the city.
When he was nervous, it wasn’t the mob dressed in simple armor but the group of stubborn giant beasts who were standing in this church. They motionlessly surrounded the whole church like a statue. This scene made him Reminiscent of the palace of the empire-only that kind of place will have elite
Guarded around.
So who will be in this "palace"?
"overlord."
Coming to the back hall of the church, Kundera stepped forward to greet him. He beat his right hand his chest, then lowered his head.
"nailed it."
When he raised his head again, he already had an obvious smile on his face, showing his teeth.
"I have let the kids leave the lives of shrimps, at least most of them."
Behind him, Varus shivered.
He seemed to see a god.
So huge, so scary, so invincible, under the dome of hundreds of angels, it looks like a magnificent statue.
The paleness consistent with the rumors, the bigger size than the rumors, each breath is like a deep drum sound, making Varus' heart slamming, he feels the bitterness of his tongue, his legs are soft, Eventually kneeling down involuntarily.
The pale tyrant, Lord of the Oak, Guk, now stands in front of him.
"Well done."
Guk also laughed. Among the deep resentment against humanity, the strongest part was specifically directed at their religion.
He walked to the tarnished shrine and looked up at the priest who groaned in pain.
The statue under the blood river, concentrated along the carved pattern, Guk extended a finger with a bright red liquid, he raised his finger to his lips, and licked it with the tip of the light green tongue.
"Good job."
He backed away and put his hands on his waist, as if he was appreciating a favorite piece of art.
"I am very happy."
"And they."
Another man was dragged forward, and the hand on his shoulder forced him to kneel.
He and Varus both lowered their eyes and dared not look up at the surrounding Oak, but through the afterglow, Varus clearly saw that this man was a servant of the mayor.
In Guck's eyes, they were all wearing blue clothes, and they looked quite strong, while the shorter ones were wearing plain yellow robes.
"The one on the left gives an authentic map."
Kundelaka pointed to the mayor's servants, not looking away from them.
Guk looked at the man who said to him that the man was sweaty and even dripped on the ground to form a small puddle.
"As for the other."
Kundera snapped her fingers.
"He went in and brought out the map, right?"
He inquired, turning his face to Varus.
The man nodded wisely without speaking out loud.
"I know what you want."
Guk said in his thunderous voice:
"You, manage those of your kind"
The mayor’s servant was taken away, and Varus could glimpse the smile on his face~EbookFREE.me~ cursed this guy.
He just buried so many people just because of his desire for power?
"As for you, it still looks like that."
Guk came to Varus, but he couldn't stand up and stared at each other's boots.
"The two people are all right, you will see them in a minute, but--"
"I think of him very well for that role."
Kundera interjected in time.
"Then let's do it. Let him set off in a few days and gather those shrimps first."
Guk's words made Varus tremble slightly.
"Big...Adult!?"
Suddenly he stood up, his expression excited, and Guk, who was about to leave, stopped, and Kundrakah showed his murderous intention because the man in front of him dared to roar in front of the overlord.
"What do you want to say."
Guk stopped the further action of the court guard.
"I, I have completed your request, I--"
"Yes, yes."
Gook nodded, then looked at each other interestingly, laughing:
"You saw it when you came. What do your fellows think of you? How do you think they will treat you, eh?"
Only then did Varus realize that the other party was telling the truth.
"You can't go back, little guy, get it."
After speaking, Guk turned and left the church, and the guards also left. Kundera snorted, and then lifted Varus from the ground.
"Let's go, I promised you something, I will definitely do it, go see your shrimp."
Outside the city, a large team is slowly moving. Their goal is not Salt Lake City, but to bypass the city and rush north.
There is the last bastion of the province of Gramatia-Tyre.