System: Build My Own Territory

Chapter 1155 - 318: Rushed Out from the Sea of Fire (10K)_6

"But to gain His protection, one must first receive His absolution!"

"I have a few Certificates of Absolution here..."

The prostrated believers immediately lifted their heads, eyes full of longing, looking at Semo.

Words almost like prayers began to emanate from their mouths.

"Lord Bishop, please grant me a few Certificates of Absolution. This is my devotion offered to the God..."

"Lord Bishop, I need more Certificates of Absolution, to prove my devotion to Him and to forgive my sins..."

"..."

Looking at the prostrated believers before him.

Listening to that abnegating voice of prayer.

Semo felt a great sense of comfort in his heart.

He called over a priest from the back, handed over the Certificates of Absolution in his hand, and instructed him to sell them.

Only then did Semo speak to the gathered believers.

"Of course!"

"Certificates of Absolution will appear in the hands of every devoted and faithful believer of Him..."

As Semo sold the Certificates of Absolution to the believers.

Samuel, riding a warhorse, left the church with fifty church guards.

Amid the curious gazes of the many residents of Kakasong City.

They rode out from the city gates toward the towering inferno in the distance.

Da-da~ da-da~

Under Samuel’s persistent urging, the sound of hooves pounded on the gravel and mud roads.

Amidst the fields, the chaotic clatter of hooves resounded incessantly.

As they drew closer, the nauseating smell of roasted meat and charred flesh grew increasingly strong!

The guards even felt it was no longer the burnt smell of roast meat.

More like a fiercely burning crematory furnace!

After just a brief moment.

The sound of retching emerged from the cavalry team behind Samuel.

Samuel merely glanced back, offering no rebuke or reprimand.

In his hand, he quickly took out a piece of linen cloth, wetted it thoroughly, and tied it over his mouth and nose.

With the damp linen covering, Samuel instantly felt his breathing become much smoother.

Seeing this, the guards quickly followed suit.

Once all the guards had secured their linen cloths, Samuel called out loudly.

"Everyone, follow me to the forest entrance for a meticulous reconnaissance."

"Upon discovering any anomalies, report to me immediately!"

As Samuel’s words fell, the guards behind responded in unison.

"Yes! Guard Captain!"

Samuel did not continue speaking.

He merely nudged his horse forward with his legs, urging it toward the edge of the forest inferno.

The fifty guards behind hurriedly spurred their horses to follow.

As the personal Guard Captain of Bishop Semo for so many years.

Samuel believed he had grasped the essence of Semo’s temperament.

Naturally, he understood the implicit meanings in Bishop Semo’s instructions!

Arrive at the forest edge for reconnaissance and stationing.

If the guards he brought had the ability to suppress, directly subdue and kill those fleeing from the inferno!

Be it Viscount Jon Zuck or Viscount Chambers Becker...

Regardless of their identity among those escaping!

After subduing and killing them, throw the bodies back into the inferno.

No one would know if the incinerated bodies were burned to death or slain by them!

Once Viscount Jon Zuck, the Lord, perishes.

With Bishop Semo, as the Church Bishop of Kakasong District.

Backed by so many believers as supporters.

He could rightfully gain control of Kakasong City.

Samuel knew, this was Semo’s intent in gathering all the church guards at the edge of Lorin!

Riding on horseback, Samuel pulled the reins to a stop a hundred or two meters before Lorin.

Perhaps the warhorse under Samuel sensed the intense heat from the flames.

Or perhaps the fierce burning instilled deep fear within the horse.

The warhorse’s hooves moved constantly, letting out continuous neighing sounds...

But under Samuel’s control and guidance, the horse could only pace in place.

Being so close to the forest inferno.

Samuel found himself slightly in awe of Lynn’s strategy and thinking once again.

Waiting for Jon Zuck to lead his army into the forest, then setting it ablaze directly.

To bury Jon Zuck’s entire army in the inferno!

What kind of steely heart must one possess to make such a decision?

What kind of ruthless mind is required to issue such orders to soldiers?

Samuel felt.

If Jon Zuck and his entire army were buried in the inferno, so be it.

But should they escape from the inferno.

Even if the church guards he brought couldn’t suppress and kill them.

Eventually, they would meet their end at Lynn’s hands!

The one who could give the order to ignite all of Lorin, burying tens of thousands of troops.

How could he possibly not understand the principle of eradicating threats completely?

Lost in his thoughts, Samuel was suddenly interrupted by a call.

A loud shout cut across an open space, reaching Samuel’s ears.

"Guard Captain, come quickly!"

"Someone... has come out of the inferno!"

Despite being tens of meters apart.

Samuel could clearly feel the astonishment and disbelief in the shout.

He clenched his legs slightly against the horse, trying to spur it forward.

But the horse, fearing the flames, dared not advance any further.

With no hesitation, Samuel agilely dismounted, tossing the reins to a guard.

Taking large strides, he headed toward the forest inferno’s edge.

With nearly every step forward.

Samuel could feel the heat of the flames becoming increasingly palpable.

His standard plate armor, heated by the flames, conveyed the intense temperature through its parts to his robed body.

After a mere few dozen meters.

Samuel felt himself sweating all over, the clothes beneath drenched in sweat.

The temperature of these flames was no less than the heat of an iron smelting furnace!

The guards gathered around quickly made way upon seeing Samuel’s brisk approach.

Gazing at the charred object before him, confirming it was a breathing person.

Samuel’s pupils involuntarily contracted.

The thick chain armor shirt had been licked by the flames, turned a dark red-black color.

From the gaps between the interlocking iron rings seeped a dark, ointment-like liquid...

Samuel understood.

That was the grilled muscles by high temperatures, slowly oozing through the armor plate seams.

The metal reliefs on the shoulder armor were twisted into lumps as if smelted under the intense heat of a furnace.

Through the red and cracked chest armor’s small gap.

Samuel clearly saw the chest muscles, which should have been prominently defined, now appeared grotesquely curved and twisted.

Beneath the charred surface, they exuded a semi-transparent liquid.

As if like large pieces of bone meat boiling in a kitchen pottery pot, bubbling softly.

The surface of the body’s face, neck, and limbs...

All roasted by the ardent flames, showed layers of carbonization, with tendrils of smoke gradually wafting upward.

Especially those robust arms, which had become bent carbonized columns!

Only the heaving chest and the constant gasping of breath could prove this body was still alive!

Before this kneeling form, placed steadily, was a charred and blackened object.

Samuel observed carefully for a moment.

It was then he recognized it as the remains of a warhorse!

At this moment, the belly of the warhorse’s carcass was bizarrely writhing.

As if something within wished to burst forth!