I nodded, picked up the broken steel and rushed towards the four monks who were waving war hammers in the crowd.

These four monks in the Inquisition were like four steel monsters. Every time they waved the war hammer in their hands, they would bring a large piece of minced flesh, followed by the soldiers' painful wailings.

Moreover, they did not distinguish the target at all. Anyone who stood in their way, whether it was the soldiers of the Empire, the opposition army, or the parliamentary defenders, would be ruthlessly killed by their heavy two-handed war hammer.

"Everything comes back," I shouted, "you will not be their opponents."

The parliamentary troops surrounded by the monks heard my words and immediately retreated from them, giving me a passage to the center of the battlefield.

"Very good, very good, the great Salenovis is finally willing to come out to face us," one of the monks shook the hammer in his hand and smiled at me, "I thought you would hide behind the broken wall for the rest of your life."

"Stop talking nonsense," I looked at them impatiently, "I will send you one by one to meet your so-called God Emperor."

"Very good," the monk in the lead twisted his neck, and a distorted voice came from under his helmet: "You may have defeated the Capes brothers, but you must know that he is just an ordinary attorney general in the Inquisition."

"You mean you are even more powerful than Capes?" I looked at him with a smile, "Then why are you just an ordinary monk, man?"

"I'm not as good as the Capes brothers, of course," the monk shrugged indifferently, "but if the four of us add up, Capes is not our opponent."

"Okay, okay," I raised my hand to summon a small ball of flames, "It looks like you are still acquaintances."

As a small flame energy arrow exploded on one of the monks' breastplate, the battle between me and them officially began.

Just as this monk said, the four of them did cooperate with each other. As soon as my flame arrow was thrown out, they were divided into two groups.

The two people approached inside first took action. One of them opened the prayer tied around his waist and began to chant in a low voice, while the other took off the shield on his back and covered it in front of him.

The two people who were leaning outside ran with laughter and charged towards my position.

"Very good," even though I was in a hostile state, I still exclaimed from the bottom of my heart, "I was impressed by your cooperation."

"You will be more impressed next, Salenovis."

The person who spoke was the believer who had been talking to me before. He was one of the two people in charge of charge. Just as I was talking, he had already rushed to me.

Without any extra words, no warning or premonition, the war hammer in his hand emitted a dazzling golden light, and the soldiers who were approaching each other subconsciously covered their eyes to avoid being blinded by the sun-like light.

The war hammer blessed by divine power was raised high and swung it towards my head the next second.

"The moves are good, but they are useless to me."

Half an hour ago, I might have been afraid of their divine weapons and armor, but now, dealing with their divine power is an extremely simple task for me.

All I needed to do was lift the broken steel high and then chop towards his weapon.

The unknown characteristics of broken steel once again exerted its due effect. After the divine power that protected the war hammer melted away, the hammer handle made of mortal iron could not be comparable to the broken steel that cut iron like mud.

This aggressive war hammer was easily cut into two pieces by me. The hammer head that had lost its support flew out directly under the action of inertia, and after killing two unlucky imperial soldiers, he was embedded in the ground.

"How could this happen?" The monk opened his eyes wide and looked at the warhammer in his hand. "This shouldn't be."

"Wake up, man," I kicked him in the crotch, and Broken Steel followed closely and stabbed into his abdomen. "Maybe you don't want to believe what you see, but that's the truth, your so-called divine power is nothing in front of me."

While I was smiling and talking to him, I stabbed Duangang hard and stabbed Duangang deeper, "Maybe now you know, why Capes died tragically at my hands?"

"You are... a pagan... no, not... you are a devil."

He said this tremblingly, then looked at his teammate who was at a loss on the other side, "Run, brothers Nathura, the Inquisition must know this! Other brothers must know this! They must let them know that Saren is our natural nemesis!"

"You're talking too much," I frowned and pulled out Duangang. This is not what I want. If the news leaks, even the idiots can guess what the Court of Justice will do to me. "It's time to send you to see your God Emperor."

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of..."

I cut off his head with one sword, then turned around and chased Natula, who was starting to escape not far away.

"Run! Run!" Natula ran to the two monks inside at the fastest speed. "The evil sword in Saren's hand can easily dissolve our divine power, and the Inquisition must know this!"

"Is that so? It's a pity that you can't go anywhere!"

I quickly caught up with them and threw the long-prepared Mithril javelin. The sharp javelin passed directly through the breastplate of an unprepared monk and nailed him to the ground.

"Run, brother Nathura," another monk who was originally reciting a prayer looked at me, then looked at Nathura, and spoke as if he had made up a great determination: "I will help you block this demon."

"May the Emperor of God be with you, brother."

Nathura bowed devoutly to him, then turned around and climbed over the wall and began to go down the ladder.

"The God Emperor has always been with me, brother."

The monk smiled, then turned around and looked at me.

Oh, you may ask, why don’t I take advantage of this time to attack? The fact is that I have been using the Misilan Javelin, the Flame Javelin and the Fierce Wind Javelin to attack them, but with vigilance, the monks who have turned on the protection of the divine power are not so easy to deal with. This kind of attack may be more than enough for ordinary warriors, but they are completely unable to penetrate their divine shields.

"I said, don't even think about running away!"

To be honest, the successive failed attacks made me a little angry. I pulled out the broken steel again and quickly ran towards the monk who was left behind.

"The Emperor comes with me, come on, you evil devil!"

What made me laugh and cry was that the monk actually took out an eagle-headed emblem and began to recite prayers to me constantly. It seemed that he really regarded me as some kind of evil demon from the world, and wishfully thought that it was through this that I could easily destroy the divine power they had obtained.

"You idiot," I cut him over with a sword, "My power comes from another... what you call God, not a demon, and it's time for you to go down and accompany your brother."

I added another sword to the poor man who had begun to collapse, ended his pain, and then turned to the edge of the city wall.

The situation was not very good, Natula had run away for a long time, and it was obvious that I could not catch up with him by foot.

The power of the wind is not good either. There is a mage on the opposite side. This is what I saw. If they interfere, it will be all over.

"Okay, it seems that there is only one way," I shook my head and raised Duangang over my shoulder. "I'm sorry, old man," I gently patted Duangang's hilt, "I'll pick you up later."

Then I called the wind, and the green wind power wrapped around the broken steel.

I looked at Natula's position, then held the hilt of Broken Steel's sword hard, and then held my breath until he ran to my predetermined position.

That's now!

Ten million thoughts flashed through my mind for a moment, but I couldn't care about so many. I could feel the muscles on my arms tensed up all of a sudden. I poured all my strength into the broken steel, and then threw it out with force.

The broken steel protected by the power of the wind was like a silver-white meteor. It was so fast that people on the battlefield could not even catch it with their naked eyes. Everyone, including me, only saw a flash of silver light, just like the sudden burst of thunder on a thunderstorm.

A scream came from a distance, and Natula, who had run away for a while, lowered his head with difficulty, looked in disbelief at the so-called evil sword that penetrated his breastplate, back and front chest, and then nailed him to the ground.

I saw him struggling and looking back at the city with all his strength, as if he was smiling at me, then tilted his head and declared that another believer of the God Emperor had left this world.

"I said, I can't escape."

I clapped my hands, and the battlefield was silent. I think they might have been shocked by this blow.

"Did you do that?" Taren walked to me. This was the first time I saw the veteran showing a shocked expression. "I don't know what to say, God, I mean, I mean, it's too unbelievable."

"Relax, Taren," I patted his shoulder, "Don't forget, I'm from your side, isn't that a good thing for you?"

"Ah, that's true," Taren nodded, "What are you going to do next? That's a good sword, I can see that I guess you won't give it up just like that."

"You guessed it right," I said, "I have to go down and pick up my sword right away, and in the meantime you have to take your men to drive down every one of the people who rushed up the city wall."

"This is not easy job, Salon."

"I know, but I only need three minutes, is it OK? It only takes three minutes."

"You should know that we have to open the city gate and put you in?"

"Ah, in fact, there's no need to be so troublesome."

I smiled and jumped down from the city wall in his astonished gaze.

I could feel me falling rapidly in the air. As I was about to land, a large whirlwind gushed out from the palms of my hands, which slowed down my speed and allowed me to land smoothly.

"Please remember to warn me before you want to be so sexy next time!" Taren's cursing voice came from the top of the city wall, "The old man's heart cannot withstand such stimulation! Also, you only have three minutes, don't forget!"

I pushed the corpse that kept falling from the city wall, gave Talunbi a thumbs up, then pulled out the two daggers around my waist, and ran towards Natula's body not far away.

Natula's death obviously also stimulated the Inquisition. I saw them sending a team and running directly towards Natula's location.

This is not what I want, it seems like I have to do something.

“solid!”

I began to ask for help from Dadi, and Dadi also responded generously. One after another, the earth, stone, and granite walls suddenly appeared on the team's route. Although this consumed a lot of my mental power, as long as I could get the broken steel back, it would be worth it.

"Okay, it seems you just don't want to give up, right??"

While running, I watched the recycling team that had broken through the stone wall or around the granite wall, and waved with disgust.

Under the control of my mental power, a large area of ​​land under their feet that had lost the floor tiles suddenly turned into extremely muddy mud. Although this team was not submerged by the mud, it became difficult to move forward.

This is a trick I have just learned recently. After my connection with the earth deepened, I found that I could control them to change between different forms, such as soil turning into mud, or even turning mud turning into magma, or allowing them to disappear out of thin air, just like I did to Tostin before.

Of course, such changes are extremely mentally consuming. The mentally consuming just the soil here into a mud swamp is enough for me to release four rune javelins.

If my mental power is strong enough, it is not impossible to create a bottomless quagmire and drown these iron puppets in it. Unfortunately, I can't do that now.

Even so, this mud land still brought me a great advantage. Although the mages in their team took action in time and frozen the mud into... mud ice? But now I had rushed to Natula's body.

"I told you that I will come back to take yours, man," I grabbed the hilt of Broken Steel's sword and pulled it out of Natula's body with force.

The monks who had just escaped from the mud in the distance saw this scene, cursed and turned their heads, leaving me as fast as possible.

"Okay, it's time to go back now."

Compared with the battle of wits and courage when I came, the way back was almost boring. Except for a few teams who were ignorant of life and death, no one was blocking me.

As for these teams that dared to hold me back, they and their political commissar became another pile of corpses on this street.
To be continued...