Chapter 327: Heresy Code

Roland didn't mind Leon using him as bait. Instead, he agreed with this act of informing: "Coming here to eliminate heretics is indeed what the Knights of the Dawn should do. If they can kill Aigrim, I don't mind being regarded as a traitor by them."

"But I think... they might turn around and run away when they see Aigram..."

Leonard spread his hands, expressing his distrust of his former group.

"Since I can make the Firdsvain and the Fallen fight to the death, I can also make the Dawn Knights and Aigrim fight to the death."

Li Ang curled his lips and said, "I told them that Roland was in Lion Lake City. Once they enter Lion Lake City, I'll see how they run... But before the Knights of Dawn arrive, I have to hold back Aigrim first..."

"My Lord, I think it would be best if you didn't get close to Aigraim...if people with evil intentions are indeed attracted to it."

Lisa Dilan said faintly.

Li Ang looked around, and everyone was looking at him and nodding vigorously.

"Okay, I admit it... I have a lot of evil thoughts in my heart. I guess it's not suitable for me to get close to that big eyeball..."

The Lord sighed. He really had no confidence in his own character. "Then, who will do this job?"

This time, everyone turned their heads and looked at Sir Roland at the same time.

Obviously, everyone had little confidence in their own character, and they all felt that only a paladin like Roland would not be affected in any way.

"Actually, I also have evil thoughts..."

Roland felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. "I peeked at girls taking baths when I was young, and I still miss it... But I am willing to try my best to hold Aigram back."

"Well, this is not evil thought... Then I'll trouble you, Sir Roland, just lead Aigram to the east of Lion Lake City. You must not fight with it. If necessary, let King Vidis in the city do more... If you encounter danger, fire a signal arrow, and Lisadilan and I will follow to support you."

The greatest evil thought in life is just to peek at a girl taking a bath, so it seems that only Roland is suitable for this job. However, Leon explained it with some concern, for he was worried that Roland would not be able to resist and fight with Big Eyes.

"Lord Leon, if we don't fight Aigram, how can we lead it to the east?"

Ilano, who had been silent, asked the question.

“Use this…”

Li Ang took out two iron lumps from his lower back.

That's a grenade.

A joint product of Maixiang International and Nodo Enchanting Workshop, made with traditional methods and handcrafted...

Although the airtightness has not been resolved, the lethality is hard to describe, and it is probably not very effective to use it to blow up the Fallen... but the sound and light effects are excellent, and it guarantees plenty of movement. It is definitely a must-have product to seduce and scare those non-humans who have never seen the world.

…

afternoon.

The sun is shining brightly, the trees and grass are green, the sky is like a mirror, and the years are quiet and good.

But Oswood is not good at all.

This short half day, for a person who has been suffering, probably feels like half a century.

At this moment, Oswood wanted to die quickly, no matter how he died, as long as he died quickly.

This was probably the most modest wish he had ever made in his life.

Moreover, in this half day, he had made this wish to all the gods he knew.

But he couldn't realize this wish because he couldn't move at this moment, not even his eyes.

The Devourer's large eyeballs seemed to be able to convey a kind of pressure that kept suppressing him, making him like a vegetative person who was conscious.

I couldn't move my whole body, but I felt very clear and didn't pass out due to the severe pain.

The Devourer Aigram probably really likes Oswood - it has been carefully grooming Oswood the entire afternoon.

On a small wooden altar, it was carefully maintained.

Oswood was being tossed around like a broken rag doll.

Great fear and pain accompanied him all the time, but he could not fall into a coma or move.

His body had been shaved bald without a single hair left, and some small parts had been removed and thrown aside.

The parts that were removed included the scalp, eyelids, ears, nose, tongue, the first joints of all fingers and toes, and certain important parts for procreation.

But Aigram never turned him into a Fallen.

It looked as though it was going to eat Oswood—otherwise it wouldn't be so clean.

After all, this kind of treatment is usually only given to pigs.

At this time, Aigram was peeling off the surface skin of Oswood - he was peeling it very carefully, as if he was afraid of using too much force and killing the man, so he was peeling off the skin little by little.

Oswood was no longer able to make a sound. He had been howling for four hours before this and was already exhausted.

But Aigram has been taking good care of his body and has never stopped.

Oswood's eyes were already filled with gray. He probably wanted to close his eyes, but a person without eyelids could not do that. He could only watch as his skin was torn off piece by piece and thrown on the ground.

It was not until the sky grew dark and the moon was high in the sky that Aigram finally stopped after peeling off the last bit of skin from Oswood.

It seemed very satisfied with its masterpiece - Oswood was still alive, and his whole body was clean, with the bright red dermis just showing, but not much blood was shed.

A piece of the freshest pure meat, a most evil soul, offered by a most powerful sacrificer.

The perfect sacrifice.

"...Come on, my love, use this sinful soul to leave the abyss, conquer this continent with me, and kill the gatekeeper who exiled us!"

Aigram stared at the moon in the sky and muttered.

Then it began to chant a mysterious spell.

The spell was chanted loudly, and a thing on the altar that looked like a hardcover book automatically opened with the spell. Thick black mist poured out from the opened pages, gradually covering Aigram and Oswood, who was kept "clean".

The strange sound of the incantation attracted a large number of Fallen to gather around the altar, making it shoulder to shoulder. However, no Fallen entered the range of the black fog, as if they were both afraid of and yearning for the black fog.

Endless and distant wailing sounds came from the black fog, as if it came from far away, getting closer and closer.

"Boom! Boom...Buzz...Buzz! Boom boom boom..."

At this moment, a series of loud noises were heard. The terrible sounds accompanied by strong flames made the night extremely noisy.

A large number of the Fallen who were crowded together near the altar were blown away.

The hardcover book with black mist on it that was placed on the altar was also blown away by the strong shock wave caused by the explosion.

A huge wail echoed through the field, the pages of the book blew shut, and the black mist was blown away.

Aigram appeared from the dispersing black mist. It seemed to be stunned for a moment, turned its head, and its two terrifying gray eyes revealed a sinister and dangerous look.

Then, it opened its mouth and said, “Howl!”

Obviously, this was an angry roar.

It seemed that the sacrificial ceremony, which had been going on from noon to late at night, was interrupted by this series of bombings.

Thirty meters away, Ilano was riding a lightly armed Gatuma horse - only these Gatuma horses had been trained for explosions, and she was also stunned when she saw Aigram appear.

She was holding a grenade with a lit fuse in her hand, and next to her was an elite team selected by Roland, which consisted of dozens of people with good riding skills.

"Aigrem! It's actually here! Teacher, retreat quickly!"

Ilano reacted quickly. He raised his hand and threw the grenade over. Then he turned around and ran with his men, calling Roland as he ran.

"That's the heretical code!"

Roland suddenly exclaimed, and then rushed towards the hardcover book that was blown away.

That was only about ten meters to the side of Aigram.

Aigram also noticed Roland charging towards him. He stretched out his claws and pulled out the axe that was stuck on the side of the altar.

But at this moment, a black thing had flown in front of it.

The Devourer was indeed highly skilled and had excellent reflexes. With one axe, it chopped down the grenade flying towards it. Its movements were so agile that the axe blade even left an afterimage.

That was the visual afterimage caused by the extremely fast speed of swinging the axe.

"Boom...Buzz..."

The grenade exploded the moment it came into contact with the axe.

Science can indeed be considered a kind of magic... Using a knife or an axe to chop a bomb will naturally have more serious consequences.

Even though Aigram was not a human, he was still blown into the air and fell into the group of Fallen.

When the smoke cleared, Aigram stood up again. Most of its body was blown black, and only one and a half eyeballs were left - a piece of broken iron was embedded in its right eye, as if it had cut off a part of its exposed eyeball.

However, this eye injury that could cause an ordinary person to lose most of their combat power seemed to be nothing to Aigram. He just roared again, then rode his demon warhorse to chase eastward.

Because at this time, Aigraim could only see the backs of dozens of horses running away...

Sir Roland and his apprentice had already run back a distance.

In fact, they didn't know Aigram was here before.

It was night, and Aigram was shrouded in black fog again. Roland and Ilanor didn't see it at all, but only saw a large group of Fallen gathered together.

Ilano thought that she should try throwing some grenades first to see if she could lure these fallen away - she was not sure whether grenades would be effective.

The grenade was indeed effective, she succeeded, and they led away not only that group of Fallen, but most of the Fallen around followed Aigram - anyone with legs was running.

"Elanor...you take the heretic code to Lord Leon, and I will lead them away!"

Roland looked back while riding his horse, threw the book to Ilano, and then took out the grenade from his arms - the grenades he brought had not been used yet, but the ones Ilano brought had almost been used up.

Ilano took the book, sped up his horse, and went south alone using a small hill in front.

Roland led twenty or thirty people straight forward, and headed east with Aigram and countless Fallen behind him.

…

On the altar, Oswood was still lying there, his large eyeballs without eyelids were exposed, but the dull look in his eyes could still be seen.

His chest was still rising and falling, and he still hadn't turned into a Fallen One or anything else - the sacrifice had been interrupted, and he had escaped.

But not dying doesn't mean you can live...

And it's probably worse than death.

All the fallen who could move had left, leaving only Oswood alone - or rather a piece of meat.

He twitched.

This 'person', whose skin had been peeled off and whose external parts had been cut off almost all the time, gradually moved his fingers as Aigram left.

Aigram's suppression of him disappeared, and he was able to move.

But I could only move . I couldn't walk, and I couldn't even get up.

He only had one arm left, all his fingers had lost the first knuckle with the nail cap, his feet were gone, and his entire body had lost its epidermis. His lower body was also bald, blood covered the altar, and he was extremely weak.

He knew what he had experienced and could see what he looked like now. Endless pain had accompanied him from beginning to end, even penetrating into his soul.

However, he never fell into a coma, and the body's self-protection response did not take effect.

Aigraim made him experience the deepest despair and pain, just as he had inflicted on others.

Moreover, he also saw other scenes in the black fog...

It was an endless abyss, a vague and gloomy place. He didn't know what was in there, but he could feel extreme fear and oppression - almost the same as when facing Aigrim.

While being tortured, Oswood wanted to die, and he wanted to die quickly.

But now, when Aigram left, he didn't want to die anymore - people are always like this, the desire to die is only temporary, and after that period of time, they will return to the full desire to live.

Only now, he discovered a deeper despair.

His legs and right arm had been blown to pieces - at least five grenades had landed near the altar, almost all of them exploding around him.

Oswood was not Aigram. He was extremely lucky as only one hand and two feet were blown off, but his chest and abdomen were not injured.

But the pain of being skinned alive made Oswood realize only now that his right arm and foot were stuck to the altar and rotted into mud.

He could move, but he couldn't.

Without feet or fingers, he couldn't even roll over or crawl.

Suddenly, he saw a light in the distance, as if someone was coming with a torch.

"……Help……"

Oswood shouted out the word with almost the last bit of his strength.

"I seemed to hear some sound... someone seemed to be calling for help?"

This is the voice of Risa Dillan.

He led the Noldor Guards and followed Master Roland and his apprentice, while Leon also led the cavalry in the east, ready to provide support at any time.

Now that the Fallen had been lured away, after avoiding the cluster of Fallen, Risadilan prepared to check if there were any more Fallen here, kill the injured but not dead ones , and then follow up from behind to support Roland.

The Noldor killer, who had excellent hearing, heard the noise keenly.

"……Help……"

The faint voice came again.

Soon, a group of Noldor surrounded the small altar.

"According to Sir Roland's description of the heretic, this seems to be a sacrifice from the heretic supplicant... He is still alive? Incredible..."

Lisadiran looked at the lump of meat on the altar.

"Give him a quick death...it's better than death."

A Noldor ranger felt a little reluctant.

None of the Noldor knew that this was Othwood—no one could recognize a piece of meat, and besides, the Noldor did not know Othwood.

"Tell me your name...we will give you a good burial."

Lisadiran accepted his men's advice, and he also felt that giving this piece of meat a quick death was the most merciful thing to do.

"I... Frey's... Oswood..."