[Original] Believer—Extra Chapter: Varlan (2)

Seeing the scene in front of him, the Duke held his head in annoyance. "Sir, eighty-one people died, one hundred and twenty-three were seriously injured, and six hundred and fifty-four were slightly injured." The cultist next to him held the parchment and recorded it quickly. The duke grabbed the parchment. Looking at the list of deaths, his eyes stopped on one line: "Cole, died, two hundred and eighty-one years old, wound, back..." The Duke paused, and his expression changed from sadness to anger: "Asshole! Kill my friend, Varlan, you wait with me. "Wait!"

On the other side...
Dense shadows, only the silver light on the armor can be seen. "The Knight Army is ready to let these ugly guys know the price of playing tricks on us!" The horn sounded, and soon the seemingly indestructible Legion Town Asilan was captured

In a deep valley...
"Kill that werewolf, and we can go out." The death knight knocked the ground with his long sword, green smoke drifted from behind, and the werewolf who was so fierce just now was instantly He fell to the ground, "We must be careful in this operation, we can't let them discover us..."

(originally) In a city of the legion-
"Haha, these soldiers are so useful. With the eyes of the devil, they will obey me obediently. It's..." Varlan played with the Eye of the Demon King in his hand and glanced at the heretic next to him, "Tell your people to guard and don't let this city be lost!"
The heretic's eyes were filled with red light: "Yes, Master"

"Sir, isn't this good? "So many cities have been lost." The devil servant beside him asked uneasily. The Duke stared and shouted, "Why didn't they say no when they killed my brother? I want them to die miserably!" He drank all the wine he received in one gulp.

"Lord Varland, our people are seriously injured and killed. We can't hold on for long. Those people haven't responded yet..." Although these were very difficult words to say, the heretic said it anyway, without the slightest fear in his eyes, because Because his mind has been completely controlled by Varlan. "Well..." Varlan knew that insulting these people was useless, and said to himself: "It seems that there are still fewer people, and I don't know when those people will arrive..."

"Asshole... guys from the empire, we have nothing to do with you. You should be the one to fight your Legion of the Damned. We are going our way, why do you want to stop us?" The death knight picked up the sword in his hand and pointed at the flying knight in front of him
"Hahahahahaha, Let you go? Okay, hand over that thing." The flying knight pointed to the sarcophagus carried by the skeleton warrior. "I want to snatch this thing, but you are too young. Let you try this." Suddenly, the green smoke appeared again. Queen of the Bell... "How is it possible? How could it be ineffective?" The sharp sword pierced the heart of the Death Knight. The Death Knight lay on the ground, vomiting blood and said tremblingly, "Hahaha, you are too naive. The sage gave us the means to deal with this plague like you. Medicine, these things can't harm us at all. We can't resurrect this troublesome undead general who died ten years ago. Brothers, get rid of that corpse!" After saying that, he waved his hand and left the army and the army. Varlan's battlefield side "What, they haven't come yet?" Varlan jumped down from the chair and picked up the bow and arrow next to him. "Damn it, it seems I'm going to the battlefield myself." "Sir, Varlan is out! Are we...?" Devil The servant looked ahead with a telescope and said, "The Gargoyle is ready... Okay." The Duke waved the sword in his hand and said, "Go!" "Plop, plop," the stone pillar protruded from the ground, instantly turning Vallan into a sieve, and the Eye of the Demon Army in his hand broke into pieces. "I can't understand my hatred, I can't understand my hatred!" The Duke pulled out his long sword, cut Vallan into eight pieces, threw it on the roadside, and left with the army. Soon after, several vultures flew over and screamed a few times, as if thanking nature for giving them food.