"Giggle..."

As the cold sword penetrated the Templar's heart and blood overflowed, Lin Tuo noticed that the knight's dark pupils suddenly dilated.

A faint, almost invisible black air surged out and dispersed with the wind.

This made him raise his eyebrows slightly, and then he held the long sword and kept moving.

Puff puff puff, he killed the other knights one by one in one breath.

In his view, regardless of their status or the evil deeds they have committed, death is their best destination.

But this was not the end yet. He raised his head and looked at the church in the center of the town. According to Baron Carter, the captured wizards were imprisoned in the monastery behind the church.

There should be some Templars there that he needs to clear out.

"If you commit evil deeds under my guise, you should be prepared to be punished." Lin Tuo whispered in his heart, thought about it, bent down, picked up a cloak, and put it on.

Then he glanced coldly at the housekeeper, who had already collapsed in fear at the gate of the castle, turned around, and headed straight for the church.

…

The castle is not too far from the monastery.

I don't know whether it was due to the arrival of the Church Knights, but even though it was already dawn, the streets were empty, with the occasional pedestrian walking in a hurry.

There was a chill and tension in the air.

When Lin Tuo wore a pitch-black cloak and walked along the bluestone-paved street toward his destination, the citizens along the way shunned him with fearful eyes.

Not long after, a tall and solemn building appeared in front of Lin Tuo. There was not a single pedestrian in the area, and the street was eerily quiet.

"you are……"

Seeing Lin Tuo's figure, an ordinary priest at the door tentatively spoke in surprise.

"Where are those wizards being held? Take me there." Lin Tuo's emotionless voice came from the black cloak.

"Who are you! The important place of the church, idle..."

The ordinary missionary's expression changed, he straightened his face, and was about to scold him, but the next second, he saw a blood-stained sword thrust out of his cloak and accurately pressed against his throat: "Lead the way."

…

About a minute later, Lin Tuo walked through the antechamber of the monastery and finally arrived at the area where the Templars were, which was also the prison where wizards were imprisoned. As expected, there were still some people left behind.

"who?"

Seeing the church knight appearing in his field of vision, Lin Tuo didn't answer, his figure just flashed and he quickly approached.

The opponent's expression suddenly changed, and he roared angrily. He seemed to have activated some kind of "combat skill", and his armor was covered with a layer of blue light.

That is the basic combat skill of the Church Knight.

"boom!"

However, the next second, Lin Tuo suddenly punched out a punch that he had been accumulating for a long time. The metal armor of the church knight suddenly twisted under the punch, making an overwhelmed creaking sound. The hastily unfolded green light also immediately

Disintegrate!

In front of the castle gate, Lin Tuo had already figured out the combat power of these knights.

His strength is indeed very strong, far beyond that of ordinary people, but he is still no match for himself when he uses his full strength to use the Weapon Fist.

"laugh……"

With a flash of sword light, Lin Tuo cut his throat with his sword, and then he saw more strong men from the church rushing over upon hearing the sound, including several knights and some thin-bodied divine magicians who were also wearing black robes.

"Root out the heretics!"

"Root out the heretics!"

As streaks of slightly turbid light unfolded, the church knights were clothed in several layers of magical blessings and rushed towards Lin Tuo. In the hands of those magical masters, they also fired illusory light bullets.

Quite strange.

Lin Tuo breathed out gently, and with a thought, the ether in his body spurted out from his pores, faintly forming a pair of illusory armor.

The long sword in his hand shook, activating the cells in his body, and he charged into the battle group brazenly.

…

In the monastery dungeon, deep in the dark corridor.

In a large prison cell that is opened from the middle.

The ground was covered with wet cold water, which had accumulated in puddles. There was no sunlight here, not even windows. Only oil lamps fixed on the lead walls of the corridor provided illumination.

In the cell, nearly a hundred scarred and disheveled wizards gathered here.

Leaning or lying on the cold wall or floor.

Because the cold water is too large to avoid, some people simply soak in the puddles.

This is a way for the church knights to prevent them from "meditating and practicing" and regaining their strength. They constantly stimulate them by whipping, splashing water, etc. to prevent them from practicing or even sleeping.

The captured wizards from various towns could only try their best to fall asleep at "stimulating" intervals so that they would not die of mental exhaustion.

However, at this moment, the "sleeping" wizards woke up one after another, looking blankly out of the corridor, and their ears were filled with shouts of killing.

"What happened?" a shaky old man asked in a hoarse voice.

In the cell, some young wizards who had been arrested recently and still had some physical strength stood up, dragged their heavy and cold shackles, and tried to get to the fence to look.

"The bloody smell...people are dead? Who are they fighting?"

"Is someone coming to save us?" Someone gave birth to hope.

After all, in the past year, some powerful wizards did try to break into the church and rescue their captured companions.

However, more wizards still shook their heads and had no expectations at all.

There was a brief commotion, and soon, the shouts of killing and the sounds of fighting disappeared.

With a loud "clang", the iron door at the end of the corridor opened, and then, in the eerie silence, a figure wearing a black cloak and holding a bloody sword slowly stepped on the water and walked toward them.

.

"It's them!"

"ah……"

Seeing the black cloaks, the wizards in the cell turned pale and fled back in fear, mistaking them for the Templars. Only a few people noticed something was wrong.

"Are you the captured wizards?"

In the shadow, Lin Tuo's figure slowly stopped, and inside the pointed hood, an expressionless face was revealed in the light.

"Yes...we are...you..." In the cell, a young man with messy hair and bruises all over his body nodded warily.

Immediately, before the second half of the sentence could be uttered, Lin Tuo swung his long sword, slashed at the cell chain, and opened the cell door.

His eyes swept over the tortured inhuman men and women, children, and old people in the cell. He sighed deeply in his heart, and threw a large bunch of blood-stained keys to the young wizard with his other hand:

"The Templars are all dead, you can leave on your own."

After saying that, he did not stay any longer. Under the disbelieving eyes of hundreds of wizards, he turned around and walked out into the corridor.

…

When Lin Tuo stepped over the corpses and walked to the front hall of the monastery, he saw a group of priests desperately trying to escape towards the door.

He didn't bother to chase these ordinary people. After thinking about it, he just forcibly captured a priest and asked:

"You know where the monastery's library is?"

The priest whose neck was held by Lin Tuo was shaking like chaff.

Facing this "demon" of unknown origin, he subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but he put away this dangerous thought in time after meeting Lin Tuo's eyes that seemed to be brewing with snow:

"I know... I know."

"Very good." Lin Tuo smiled with satisfaction, released his iron-like hand, and patted the little priest's shoulder gently, "Take me there."

"You...what book do you need?"

"Spells, magic, combat skills, witchcraft... in short, there are all books about extraordinary power."

…

Previously, during a conversation with the lord named Carter, Lin Tuo learned that monasteries in major cities have libraries, which, in addition to religious classics, also collect a lot of other categories of knowledge.

Among them, there are many classics involving extraordinary power.

Yes, whether it is divine magic, witchcraft or whatever, it can be found in the church. The larger the monastery, the richer the collection of books.

Although Lin Tuo didn't have the energy to read through it for the time being, it didn't stop him from collecting a batch. After all, some of the spells performed by those knights and priests were indeed interesting.

The monastery in Oak Town is very small, and the library only has one room.

There is only one bookshelf for books related to the supernatural.

Lin Tuo didn't mind it either, so he immediately packed the books in bags and carried them outside the monastery.

Then he switched his consciousness, slowly lowered one of his fingers over the town, and threw the collected books up.
To be continued...