The atmosphere in the square froze for a moment.
No one would have thought that the battle would take such a sudden turn. The well-prepared "Viper Cross" had been completely tricked by the "Rose Cross" due to the existence of a traitor. Such a thing was indeed a little dramatic.
Gallup, who was initially complacent, was first stunned, then his angry roar echoed throughout the square. "Akasha! You traitor! "
Akasha, who was in the crowd, did not face Gallup's question directly. Her gaze flickered to the side. She, who was not a strong character in the first place, took two steps back because of Gallup's roar. She had a gentle personality, and made such a decision because she could not withstand the immense pressure from the "Viper Cross". She did not expect that Rubens would directly call out her name. It was obvious that he was not giving her any way out.
The older, the wiser. Although she had made what she thought was the right choice, she was still too inexperienced in front of these old politicians. After her identity was exposed, the initiative was completely in Rubens's hands. She would definitely become a great enemy of the "Viper Cross". In other words, she would only be able to live a peaceful life under the protection of the "Rose Cross". There was no other way out.
However, no matter how Akasha felt at that moment, the fact that she had betrayed the "Viper Cross" and revealed all of their plans to the "Rose Cross" could not be changed. Gallup pointed at her angrily, unable to say anything else. Rubens, on the other hand, maintained a calm demeanor. The feeling that everything was under his control made him confidently take a step forward. With a tone of a "general" in a chess game, he questioned, "Then … I'll accept your gift. My gift, do you want to accept it?"
"Do you really think that I only have two teams of soldiers to deal with everything?"
Gallup's expression instantly changed when he heard this. He immediately looked around. Outside the noisy crowd, there seemed to be the faint rumbling of horse hooves.
"Damn it! It's the Holy Knights! "
With a violent wave of his staff, the shadow priest immediately cast the buff spell "Shadow's Hand" on the helpers beside him, forcibly adding shadow magic damage to their weapons. He then decisively waved his hand, pointed at Rubens, and shouted angrily, "Kill him! Don't care about anything else! "
There was no other way. Gallup's decisive decision to "die together" was not out of Rubens's expectations. As the staff shot out another beam of light, the city square that had just quieted down once again erupted into an even more intense and bloody massacre!
The nobles who had been watching from the sidelines finally calmed down. Although many had retreated under the cover of their retainers, upon hearing the news that "everything was under the control of Bishop Rubens", they immediately stopped in their tracks. In order to regain their previous image, they stood at the back to stand at the back of the nobles, to show that they were fearless. But among them, there was only one.
That was Count Francis.
Surrounded by eight guards, he had been looking in the direction where Bishop Rubens was. The distance between the two was only about 50 meters, but at this moment, it was as if they were in two different worlds … Many of the people who had retreated into the halls and shops on both sides of the street gradually came out. There were even people shouting slogans such as "punish these heretics".
"My apologies, Bishop Francis."
Francis looked at the old man in the distance who thought that he was in control of the situation, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer. He then turned his head and asked Willy, who was always by his side, "Is everyone ready?"
"We have people on the paths that the four teams of Holy Knights must pass through. We can hold them off for at least five minutes."
Willy's gaze swept around, and he quickly found the mercenaries hiding behind the giant flower pots on the side of the square. They were dressed in civilian clothes, and their disguises were flawless. They were even squatting not far away, looking at them with empty hands.
"So … Next," Francis held the sword that was originally used as a decoration by his side, and said in a low voice, "It's time for us to make our appearance."
Willy immediately nodded. He raised his hand and made a seemingly casual gesture, but in fact, it was a signal to the mercenaries not far away. At the same time, Francis shouted, "Kill these heretics!"
He waved his hand, as if he was ready to let his henchmen go up and help kill Gallup and the others. In an instant, the tight protection around him was completely gone.
"Crack!"
The next moment, a flower pot not far away was smashed with a loud noise, causing the nobles closest to it to turn their heads in unison. What happened next made it hard for them to figure out what was going on …
A group of people dressed in all kinds of clothes rushed to the flower pot and began to pick up the ceramic shards. Just when the bystanders thought that there was something "good" in the flower pot, one of them raised something in his hand and turned his head.
A military crossbow that was much larger than a "hand crossbow" was held horizontally in front of him. When the nearest henchman realized what it was, he aimed at Francis and pulled the trigger!
"Whoosh —"
Francis, who had lost the protection of his henchmen, could not dodge the attack from more than thirty meters away. The crossbow bolt directly hit Francis's arm. He cried out in pain, as if the force of the bolt had caused him to lose his balance, and he fell to the ground …
"Assassin!"
"Protect the young master!"
"It's an assassin —"
A few guards who had just walked out immediately noticed the situation here and rushed to Francis' side to protect him. Then, the guy holding the crossbow at the flowerbed saw that his shot missed and immediately rushed forward with his seven or eight companions behind him. The two groups of people clashed with each other.
On the second floor platform forty meters away, Roddy, who had been hiding in the shadows, squinted his eyes. The arrow that was aimed at Francis's head slowly moved down, and then the bowstring returned to its original shape.
He was ready to assassinate Francis, and he was confident that he could kill him with one shot. However, the scene where Francis exposed a flaw and was shot made Roddy immediately feel that something was wrong. Ordinary people might not be able to see the anomaly, but he deduced a strange fact from the trajectory of the crossbow bolt: the bolt had no arrowhead!
Who would shoot someone with a crossbow bolt without an arrowhead?
Because of the wide field of vision, he immediately saw more than twenty people rushing out from the crowd on the other side, directly pouncing on the group of monks and nuns.
"Damn, you're still trying to 'injure yourself to gain sympathy'? You're really something … "
Roddy immediately understood Francis's plan. He was planning to create an "assassination" drama to clear his suspicion, and then blatantly send people to assassinate Sally here!
At this time, there were many options in front of Roddy. He could continue to choose to kill Francis, or he could choose to help Sally who was under attack. As for the other option …
Roddy looked at Gallup and the others who were madly charging at Rubens and Benjamin. After analyzing the situation in an instant, he slowly took a step back and disappeared behind this already unnoticeable windowsill with the "Stealth Spell".
…
Rubens liked the feeling of controlling the whole situation. To a certain extent, his "desire for control" had reached an extreme level, so much so that it could be called a quirk.
Every detail of the layout, every person he arranged, he had an extremely meticulous plan. It could even be said that it was so precise that it made one's hair stand on end. For example, the defensive formation of the soldiers, the gap left when they raised their shields, all of these were done according to Viceroy Rubens's own orders.
Looking at Gallup madly attacking him with all his might, Benjamin's expression did not change, but the satisfaction in his heart was indescribable. Because according to his plan, in another five seconds, the Holy Knights that rushed out from the corner of the street would directly cut these heretics in front of him into pieces!
Looking at Akasha who was at a loss in the distance, Rubens felt a little disdainful towards her. This woman was not suitable for power struggles at all. She was too weak, too indecisive. Just because of a few childish ideas, she would betray the information that the "Viper Cross" wanted to assassinate him. Ha … What did she want? She just wanted to leave that damned cult?
It's not that easy to wash away a person's background … Hmph, when this is over, let her be a nun for the rest of her life.
With that in mind, Benjamin, who was beside him, cast a "Holy Light Recovery" and asked with a frown, "Sir Viceroy, the Holy Knights should be here by now, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, three consecutive "Shadow Arrows" exploded on the shield in front of Rubens. The viceroy waved his scepter to add a new shield to the soldiers, and then replied calmly, "It shouldn't be too bad. The leading knight has followed me for many years, he knows what I value the most."
Severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and a strict concept of time were Rubens's personal habits. Everyone who followed him knew this.
However, when Benjamin heard that, he looked at the quiet corner of the street, only to see the believers cowering behind the wall and observing them. The faint sound of horse hooves had disappeared, and he felt that something was wrong. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Gallup's crazy chanting — "Shadows give me power, I give shadow life …"
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