Give Me the Name of God

In the Marquis's palace, Manda was feeding Air Meng. Two days ago, Air Meng's ninety-second son sent two assassins to assassinate Manda. However, Manda easily counterattacked and this son was killed. An accident happened last night and I fell off the city wall and died.

From then on, Al went on a hunger strike, going on a hunger strike all day and night.

Manda tore off a piece of bread, handed it to Almeng's mouth, and said with advice: "You are so old, why are you still so willful? Your body has not fully recovered, how can you do it without eating? Come on, be obedient and open your mouth. ,ah!"

Aier refused to open his mouth. Manda put down the bread and replaced it with a bowl of porridge: "We are now surrounded by enemies from both sides. There are Werewolves and God's Punishment Army outside the city, and there is Wilkins behind us. In such a difficult situation, if you What should I do if I fall down? Come on, be obedient and just take a bite."

Al took a big mouthful of porridge and spit it in Manda's face.

Manda was not angry at all. He wiped his face, tore off another piece of bacon, and said fiercely to Al: "Did you know? Wilkins has captured Skylark Town. Do you still remember the lord of Skylark Town, right? Viscount Lenca, a very courageous man, fought with Wilkins for several days and then surrendered. Who would have thought that even if he surrendered, Wilkins still killed his entire family, including his youngest son? He was only twenty-five years old, and he had just married a wife who was only twenty-three years old. Why do you think Wilkins was so cruel? He didn't let anyone go."

Al opened his mouth suddenly, swallowed the bacon, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Is this right!" Manda smiled, "How does it taste?"

"delicious."

"Drink another glass of wine." Manda handed over the wine glass, and Al drank it down in one gulp.

"Eat more, drink more, live well, let's fight side by side, so Wilkins doesn't come, and you don't want him to come, right?"

"Yes." Al nodded sharply.

"Here, have another piece of bread."

…

Jenkins was wearing a bright red robe and a golden crown with seventeen gems, sitting in the castle hall.

Just at this time yesterday, Viscount Frenca and his whole family knelt before him, confessed his crimes in public, accepted baptism, and was willing to become a divine punishment believer.

Frenca is also a smart man. He chose the place of surrender in his castle. This is his home. Even if an accident happens, he thinks he can deal with it calmly.

According to his idea, after the baptism is over, he will send Wilkins to the cathedral, and the God Punisher should live in the church. This is a reasonable thing. In the days that followed, he would try his best to live in peace with Wilkins until the surrounding lords sent reinforcements.

After the reinforcements arrive, he will hold on to the castle and cooperate with the various lords inside and outside to repel Wilkins.

Of course, it would be even more perfect if Wilkins could be killed.

At the last stage of the baptism, Frenca prayed to the angel of the Lord for His blessing.

After the prayer, according to the ritual procedure, Wilkins would lift Frenka up and give him a blessing in the name of the Lord.

Wilkins came to Frenca, but instead of helping him up, he drew his sword and chopped off his head.

Frenka is a second-level disciple of Hypnos, the God of Sleep. If he responds promptly, he can make Jenkins fall into a dream immediately. After all, Jenkins is only a second-level divine punishment warrior and only has passive skills.

Seeing Wilkins draw his sword, Frenca wanted to resist, but he suddenly forgot how to use the skill, and his head fell to the ground in a moment of panic.

Che Erdan smiled slightly and snapped his fingers, signaling the start of the show.

One of his guards instinctively drew his sword, and Tokar, who was hiding in the dark, shot him through the throat with an arrow. His eldest son rushed towards Jenkins, but before he could take action, Jenkins cut his neck.

Next, everyone gave up the idea of ​​resisting. Even if they made the slightest move, the cold arrows would immediately penetrate their heads.

After killing all of Frenca's family, Jenkins returned to his seat with his sword in hand and watched everyone's reactions.

There was no sound for a while, but Deacon Serhi came to Jenkins tremblingly and asked: "Sir, what did Viscount Frenca do wrong? Why did you do such a thing?"

Jenkins calmly replied: "He is not loyal to the Lord. He surrenders to the Lord with his mouth, but in his heart he is blaspheming the Lord."

"How can this be……"

Jenkins stood up and said: "I am the messenger of the Lord. The Lord heard his blasphemy and sent me an order to severely punish this villain who blasphemed the Lord!"

Selsey didn't dare to speak. Now was not the time to reason, and there was no reason to reason in front of Wilkins.

After cleaning up the corpse, Wilkins became the master of the castle and the master of Skylark Town.

The news spread crazily in the southwest. Although there were many versions of the rumor, the core meaning remained unchanged. After Frenca had surrendered, Wilkins killed his entire family. The southwest region, which was like a pool of stagnant water, instantly boiled.

Wilkins is a devil. He will attack other people's territory without any reason. No matter he chooses to surrender or resist, he will eventually die under his butcher's knife.

The news reached the royal capital, and Bucken showed a satisfied smile amid the condemnation of a group of lords.

"This is how things should be! This is how a messenger of the Lord should be! Let Roman Wilkins continue to march and conquer all the surrounding towns!"

Bucken's appreciation of Wilkins gave Amado a sense of crisis. Larn Pigou, whom he recommended, has not won a single battle so far.

It had to be done, at least to make Bucken wary of Wilkins.

"My lord, Wilkins killed the lord's family and occupied the lord's castle. This may be inappropriate."

Bucken frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

"According to the practice of previous wars, we will not easily kill a lord, let alone replace the lord's position. This will cause unnecessary misunderstandings among other lords."

"So what if I misunderstood? Every victory is bought with the lives of soldiers, and the winner should have everything! That stupid convention should have been abandoned long ago!" Bucken stood in front of the window, staring at the palace. direction, smiled and said: "We are destined to have everything! There is a list on the table, I promised to make them lords, let them prepare to take office in the southwest!"

…

Late at night, a young man knelt in front of Al Meng, waiting for Al Meng's answer.

He is Jinns, the eldest son of Marquis Webner, lord of Bluestone City.

All the lords in the southwest region felt the powerful crisis, and they received the news that Wilkins was about to take action again.

Who will be the next target? Escape or die, they seemed to have no other choice.

But the Marquis of Webner did not want to die or escape, so he sent his eldest son to ask Ermen for an alliance.

Jinns expressed his willingness to form an alliance with an extremely humble attitude, and said that the army of Bluestone City was willing to accept Almen's dispatch and command.

Aiermeng looked at the young man in front of him silently without saying a word. He really didn't want to speak.

It wasn't until Manda coughed that Almeng reluctantly spoke: "Get up, kid, let us fight side by side to fight against that brutal demon."

Jinns stood up and thanked Al excitedly. Al was about to get up and leave when he suddenly heard Manda cough again.

"Tonight's soup is a bit salty," Manda explained.

Al suddenly sat back on the chair and said with a smile: "Since we have become allies, it is best to have a certificate. There is no need to talk about documents and the like. You know, that thing is of no use."

Jinns felt a chill in his heart and asked in a low voice: "What kind of certificate do you need?"

Manda frowned. This child was not very sensible. He coughed again, and Almeng continued: "It's been a hard journey, so just stay here with me first. It's best to stay for a few more days."

Jinns understood what El Meng meant. He was the proof, and leaving him as a hostage in Blackwater City was the best proof.

"I am willing to stay and serve you!" Jinns gritted his teeth.

"Good boy, follow the waiter to rest."

Jinns left the hall. Al glanced at Manda. Manda nodded and helped Jinns walk back to the palace.

"Count Monchik, I probably didn't say anything wrong just now. Did you also..."

Manda turned her face and shouted at the lion girl: "How many times have I told you, don't be so rough! Take the knife off the Marquise's neck quickly!"

The lion girl withdrew the knife, and Manda turned to look at Moira again: "And you, don't keep touching the Marquis's daughter, why are you lifting someone's skirt!"