Author: The fog dissipates

Dark Age 8413.

In early spring, it rains constantly.

At the foot of the church hill, two visitors in cloaks braved the heavy rain and walked along the path to the church.

The visitors were none other than Chu Ming and Harold.

Glancing at the dilapidated and blackened church in front of him, Chu Ming withdrew his gaze.

"Father, wait for me outside."

Baron Harold's eyes were calm and he did not refuse.

He has long been contaminated by Lyle, and his strength cannot be used at all against the priest. If he goes to help, he may even be controlled, which will affect Chu Ming's performance.

Chu Ming walked to the door of the church, opened the two wooden doors and walked in.

In the church, the orange candlelight was bright, and Lyle was sitting on the seat, with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed in prayer.

After shaking his body, Chu Ming took off his hood, revealing his young and resolute face.

"Sorry, we won't accept believers today."

Lyle stood up slowly and looked back.

When he saw that the person coming was Andrew, a look of amusement appeared on his face.

"Master Andrew, this is your first time coming to church."

"yes."

There was a sound of metal clashing from the armor, and Chu Ming walked up to Lyle.

"Father God is kind and loving. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

The smile on Lyle's face became stronger and stronger, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Seeing Lyle's impatient look, Chu Ming chuckled, leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"I want to say something heartfelt to you."

puff!

The long sword penetrated the priest's heart, and a large amount of blood spurted out. The smile on Lyle's face gradually disappeared, and he staggered back a few steps.

Facing Chu Ming, who had no martial ethics, Lyle glanced blankly at his heart and murmured:

"Andrew, is this your etiquette as a noble?"

"You have polluted the holy church."

"So what do you want to do?"

Chu Ming drew his sword and approached Lyle.

The pastor let go of his hands and had a sickly smile on his face.

"In order to atone for your sins to Father God, please let me eat..."

Before Lyle could finish speaking, he was kicked away by Chu Ming, smashing several rows of prayer seats.

The corners of the young man's mouth turned up slightly.

"Hasn't anyone taught you that the more the boss talks, the faster he will die?"

"Andrew!"

The flesh and blood on Lyle's body crawled like worms, and his dark fist shot through the air towards Chu Ming.

The black shadow gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, and the black snake sense was triggered. Chu Ming bent forward and slashed forward with his sword with both hands.

The black snake sword easily pierced the troll's dark skin and cut into the pink flesh.

"Roar!"

The troll howled in pain, and the flesh and blood at the wound squirmed to jam the long sword, then raised its left hand and swung it at Chu Ming.

Chu Ming ducked sideways as if he had foreseen it, and the troll's fist fell into the air.

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and swung the sword forcefully to the side. A dull sound of chopping meat was heard, and he left a long and narrow wound on the troll's body.

The troll screamed, breathing heavily, his eyes red, and reason gradually disappeared from his eyes.

Suddenly a powerful pressure came from it, Chu Ming snorted, his body suddenly shook, and all the stone bricks under his feet shattered.

"Ahhh! I'm going to eat you!"

The troll waved his fist, and countless fist shadows fell towards Chu Ming with heavy pressure.

Chu Ming had a crazy look on his face, inserted his long sword into the stone bricks, and raised his fists to confront the troll head-on.

Bang bang bang!

Fists collided with fists, and the sound of air explosions resounded throughout the church.

The stone bricks under the two people's feet were broken one after another, and the nearby seats were also affected by the impact, and they continued to fall backwards and scattered pieces of wood on the ground.

"Refreshing, hahaha!"

Chu Ming laughed, and the iron finger sheaths covering his palms shattered into pieces in the collision. His fists were bloody and bloody, and he didn't know whose blood they were stained with.

"Ahhh!"

The troll's eyes were red and full of disbelief.

No matter how much he waved his fist, he could never defeat the man in front of him.

Even though his fists were bloody and bloody, he still showed excitement.

Looking at the crazy man in front of him, the troll suddenly felt terrified, and an inexplicable fear surged out of his heart.

"You monster!"

The man in front of me is not human at all!

This is a monster in human skin!

He wants to stay away from this man and leave Black Snake Town!

The troll finally couldn't withstand the violent impact and retracted its deformed, fractured and bloody claws.

After resisting a few punches from Chu Ming and spitting out black blood, he desperately ran away stumbling back.

"Where do you want to run!"

Chu Ming shouted loudly, pulled out his long sword, and threw it at the troll with all his strength.

boom!

The long sword shot out and penetrated directly through the troll's chest.

A powerful impact came, and the troll's body fell forward involuntarily, smashing through the glass window.

"Let...let me go..."

The troll's eyes were frightened. He used his hands and feet to hold on to the window and weakly stretched out his hand.

Suddenly, he felt an irresistible force coming from his ankle, and his body couldn't help being dragged back.

"no no!"

The heavy rain hit the windows along with the strong wind, the candles were extinguished one after another, and screams that did not sound like human voices came from the dark church.

Until the heavy rain stopped, the sun shone, and the screams in the church stopped, Chu Ming, covered in black blood, opened the wooden door and walked out.

Baron Harold, who was standing at the door waiting, looked at Chu Ming covered in blood and was shocked.

He was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Chu Ming falling down without any force, he came to his senses, lifted the young man up and walked down the mountain.

Three days later.

Inside the Baron's Castle.

The servant took off the bandage on Chu Ming's hand, revealing a pair of blood-red hands full of scars.

"This knight's physique is indeed extraordinary. He's healed so quickly."

Chu Ming moved his palms and sighed.

Baron Harold, who was sitting next to him, said in a deep voice: "Your strength far exceeds that of Lyle, and you also have Black Snake Sense. You can kill him with just a quick turn, so there is no need to take such a risk."

Listening to the man's accusation, Chu Ming chuckled.

"Not next time."

After hearing Chu Ming's admission of mistake, Baron Harold's expression softened a little and he took a letter from his waist.

"Is this the admission notice?"

Chu Ming looked at the paint on the letter and asked.

Although he didn't know why Chu Ming knew it, he was already used to the various behaviors of his genius son.
To be continued...