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One hundred and seventy-second bloodbath monastery

With a creaking sound, the moment the low door opened, the dim room became brighter. Duke Mason's lips were chapped, and he curled up at the end of the bed with his eyes squinted. Because of the strong light, he had to raise his hand to cover it.》,

"Who is it?" Duke Mason asked in a hoarse voice.

"Duke Mason, my friend." Eberhard took off his cloak and draped it on Duke Mason.

"Eberhard?" Duke Mason was stunned. It took him a while to react and he realized that it was Eberhard himself in front of him.

"Yes, my friend, your suffering is about to end." Eberhard said to Duke Mason.

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"Come on, my friend, it's time to leave here now." Eberhad helped Duke Mason up and took him out of the monk's room. Duke Mason was still in a weak recovery stage, but Eberhad seemed to have not noticed it.

"Sir." Two Eberhard soldiers looked at each other. They did not understand how Eberhard had surrounded him and where did he take Duke Mason?

"I will take the Duke out of here and return to his territory." Eberhard said to his soldiers.

"But, the Duke is weak, and he may not be able to hold on." A soldier from Eberhad said to Eberhad.

"I will take him away in person." Eberhard ignored the soldiers' words, and he helped Duke Mason on his horse and rode out on his horse.

"Master Eberhard?" the two soldiers shouted at Eberhard, but only Eberhard's back was seen.

"What the hell is going on?" One of the soldiers said to his companions in wonder. You must know that when Eberhad appeared at the door in a cloak, he could hardly believe his eyes, and Eberhad's abnormal attitude made him a little uneasy.

"Don't worry, this errand is finally over." His companions were very happy. The work of protecting Duke Mason made them physically and mentally exhausted. At this time, the monks of the monastery also walked out of their rooms. After finishing their daily essential homework, they had to start tidying up the farmland and wiping away the monastery's ornaments.

"That's right, it's finally over." The soldiers didn't want to bother with this matter too much. After all, no one could figure out the ideas of the nobles. Just as he raised his head and looked at the sky, he found that the dense dark clouds actually shone with a ray of light. This might be a good omen, and he couldn't help but think so in his heart.

"Swoosh~." But just as his back was facing the door, an arrow drew an arc above and inserted it accurately into his back.

"Oh woo." The unprepared soldier felt a sharp pain in his back. He knelt on the ground with his knees soft and stretched out his right hand and walked back. He wanted to touch something that was stuck on his back, but his eyes were dark and fell to the ground.

"Kill~." When the soldiers were shot, there was a shout of killing from outside the monastery. Then the simple wooden door was knocked open, and a group of Bavarian soldiers holding shields and swords rushed in. Among the soldiers, the Death Knight was wearing skeleton-shaped helmets, and he walked in with heavy armor.

"Damn guy." The only remaining soldiers of Eberhad watched his companion be shot down. The Death Knight led his private soldiers in and immediately understood his fate, but the bloody Bavarians were unwilling to surrender. He pulled out the sword from his waist and roared at the Death Knight himself.

"Hmph." The Death Knight looked at the desperate warrior from the peeping hole of his helmet. He blocked the pointed shield in front of him, and only heard a muffled sound from Peng. The sword edge cut the shield and made a muffled sound. Then the Death Knight swung the meteor hammer on his right hand, and the meteor hammer with the hinge immediately wrapped around the sword body.

"Clang~." When the Death Knight pulled it hard, the powerful arm force made the warrior unable to hold the sword in his hand. With a crisp sound, the sword was entangled and threw it away.

"Death is coming." The Death Knight's eyes stared at the warrior in front of him like a god of death, and his voice said in a muffled voice.

"Ah." The meteor hammer forged with pig iron was raised high by the Death Knight, and swung it down hard, hitting the blocking warriors. These were all as fast as a fire, and the warriors had no time to scream.

"Ping Ping." The heavy meteor hammer hit the warrior's head. The strong skull was simply vulnerable. The blood inside bloomed like a pomegranate. The warrior's body fell to the ground with a loud bang, and his thighs twitched violently. However, the Death Knight ignored it at all, because he knew that this was just a natural reaction of human beings at the time of death. In fact, the person hit by his meteor hammer could not survive.

"Who are you? This is the Lord's palace, you are blasphemy." When the monk heard the abnormal movement, he held the wooden guard in his hand and stood in front of the monastery, loudly scolding the rude Bavarians.

"Woo." Hearing the rebuke of the monk, the Bavarians dared not come forward. They looked at each other and didn't know what to do. As Christians offend churches and other Catholic institutions, such things rarely happen.

"No one left." But the Death Knight walked forward with great strides. He walked to the monk's head, his tall body like the shadow of the sky.

"Holy Mary, Holy Father~oh~." The monk murmured to himself, chanting the names of the saints, trying to stop the invasion of these demons. But before he could finish the name of the Trinity, the death knight's meteor hammer hit him, making a crisp sound like chopping wood. It was the monk's bones that were smashed to pieces.

"Go ahead, kill all the people inside, and all the money inside will belong to you." After killing the monk, the Death Knight turned around and opened his arms and shouted to his private soldiers.

"Oh oh oh." The private soldiers, stimulated by blood and money, stared with red eyes. They lived a life of poverty and a life of licking blood from the knife. When they heard that the Death Knight's request was very simple, they just didn't leave any living mouths, so they rushed to the monastery.
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