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The more you go north, the colder it gets.

The snow all year round covers this frozen soil.

In the cold forest favored by the blizzard, a black mark was stepped on in the vast white snow. The lightning was constantly flashing in the clouds behind Ivan. Thunder followed one after another fell from the sky, smashing a deep pit on the weak snow, forming a magnificent view.

The signposts left behind after the tyrannical burning indicate the direction of Ivan's departure.

He deliberately left a living mouth in Alassas to convey a bad news to the Pope and the Regent. The seemingly unbreakable sacred Byzantium finally ushered in their greatest enemy. The once exiled crown prince has grown into a powerful tyrant, returning to St. Petersburg and snatch back what belongs to him.

"Kill, kill, kill."

The intermittent low voices in his mind surrounded his ears. Those traitors who betrayed his father Frederick, those corrupt nobles who robbed his inheritance rights, and those ambitious people who sneered on the court and mocked him will all pay their blood.

Just like Tsar Ivan in history, those who hurt him ended up having no good ending, his hands were covered with the smell of blood from the enemy.

"The world treats your tribe members very cruelly, and there is nothing wrong with it."

The power of summoning thunder is a double-edged sword. Ivan is confident that he can kill from Alassas to St. Petersburg. However, the tyranny that cannot be controlled may retaliate against him. Before he could take the throne, his reason completely collapsed and he became a beast who only knew how to kill.

He had just harvested the souls of countless people in Alasas, and wherever he passed, he was death accompanied by himself.

The birds, giant bears, and elks were all destroyed under the clouds of thunderstorms. The forest was scattered in half under the sweeping lightning storm, leaving a burning road in the middle.

Stepping on the blazing soil, Ivan walked through the burning road of hell, leaving behind a signpost to lure the Holy Crusaders to come.

In the swaying fire, he saw those souls that were being wiped out, burning in pain, despair, hoarseness, heart-wrenching cry filled the entire hellish scene.

Ivan was the second person who had seen the scene of hell without breaking down, the first was the poet Dante.

However, he was still expressionless. His years of escape made him realize that if he wanted to survive, he had to be as strong as the Thunder Emperor in history and unshakable.

The raging blizzard did not swallow the figures in the snow-white mountains, and behind him was a road with flames burning.

Ivan continued to walk eastward and went deep into the snow-capped forest where even the sacred Byzantium was secretive. There was no group of warriors who were forgotten by the world, waiting for their new masters.

Having reached the depths of the mountains, Ivan finally stopped. He turned around and looked at the curved black footprints, and took a deep breath in the cold air.

This trap is enough to welcome the elite of the Holy Byzantines.

The blizzard passed his shawl, and he stood in the snow without moving, his face as cold as a god.

A Thunder God.

The Holy Crusaders who fought against the demons were moving towards the Mecklenburg Forest under the blizzard. The sudden blizzard did not change Lawrence's determination to find prey.

The church does not like losers, and the priests who follow him do not like them either.

Lawrence led a large army to try to capture a sleeping figure from the blizzard. He had imagined countless scenes of facing the demons in his mind.

The necromancer who possesses the forbidden arts could not escape the judgment of the church. In his opinion, the so-called demon was just a mage who had secretly learned the forbidden arts. No wonder after the church took power, it drove them to the distant Black Swan Castle.

The "White Gloves" who followed him on a horse kept squinting their eyes alertly. The Inquisition was specifically responsible for cleaning up heretics, whether it was the witch hunting movement that lasted more than a century, or the hunting of dark creatures lurking in the swamp. They were all at ease.

Because they are so powerful that they are arrogant.

The church ruled this continent, and no one dared to challenge the orthodox sacred authority.

The priests of the Inquisition never believed in the legend of the demons. In their eyes, they were just some wizard who had been lucky enough to obtain terrible evil spells. Just as the ignorant people once called the whale that they had never seen before Leviathan. Although occasionally there were necromancers who had learned taboos successfully summoned evil servants, the proud priests were never afraid of beheading the ruling creatures under the holy light.

They are hunters standing at the top of the pyramid, and dark creatures are afraid of them in front of the church.

Even the leading priests team was very troubled by Linus's practice of sending twelve white glove priests.

"Prince, what do you think we are facing this time?"

Lawrence glanced at the white gloved priests. As long as they existed, Lawrence's army had never been afraid.

The leading priest giggled and giggled. Through the weird bird beak mask, Lawrence was not even sure whether the other party was really smiling.

He said, "It is just a servant of a demon, and the effect of a long sword, a crossbow and a catapult is far less than a bottle of holy water blessed and blessed by the Pope. We will easily cut off the demon's head and take it to the Holy City to purify his filth."

Before the priesthood could finish speaking, his smile froze on his face. He looked at the snow ahead and narrowed his eyes.

The group showed caution as if they were facing a great enemy, because they felt that the evil abyss was staring at them without exception.

"Hello, Lawrence."

Ivan lifted his hood and showed a face that surprised Lawrence. He still remembered hiding behind Frederick when he was young and poking out a figure with a small head. Although the king was expelled to the cold wasteland, he was still loyal to the old royal family. Until Lawrence gave up his faith in his heart and surrendered to the powerful church.

"Who are you?"

Lawrence stared at the face mixed with the wind and snow, and his face changed instantly. Scenes of the past emerged in front of him.

That was the sacred monarch he had kneeled down.

At the end, he only smiled bitterly and squeezed out two words, "It's you."

"I'm back."

Ivan's eyes instantly turned into scarlet colors, his eyes filled with hatred and hatred, looking at the army of thousands behind Lawrence and the priests.

The blizzard swept across the sky with Ivan as the center and was instantly exploded and dissipated by some impact. The heavy snow slowly melted around him, and the temperature that made people's blood boiled appeared in the air, which was so hot that it was restless.

The thunderous thunder sounded over the army's heads, and there seemed to be heavy drums beating in the sky, and the roar was endless.

The priests who had not moved before showed an excited expression on their faces at this moment. They finally found the monster they had been searching for.

All the priests took off their white gloves and took out the short blade of the darkness from their arms. They quickly approached Ivan.

In Lawrence's view, these priests who claim justice looked more like dark monsters in the wind and snow.

But soon they will realize that their mistaken estimate at this time was just a sacrifice under the tyranny of Thunder God.

Ivan took a deep breath of air conditioning, trying to relieve the scorching evil spirits in his lungs, his eyes passed over the priests who rushed towards him, and the elite Holy Crusades who were ready to move.

"Say hello to Denikin and Kolchak who betrayed my father for me."
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