"Creak..."
As the icy longsword pierced the Templar Knight's heart, blood spilled out, and Lin Tuo saw the knight's pitch-black pupils suddenly dilate.
A wisp of Black Qi, so faint it was nearly invisible, seeped out and scattered on the wind.
Lin Tuo raised his brow slightly, then gripped his longsword and did not stop moving.
Thud, thud, thud! In one breath, he slew the remaining knights one by one.
In his view, regardless of their condition or the evils they had committed, death was the best destination for them.
Yet this was still not the end. He raised his head and looked toward the church in the center of town. According to Baron Carter, the captured Wizards were imprisoned in the Monastery behind the church.
There should also be some Templar Knights there, waiting for him to clear them out.
Using my name as a banner to commit evil? Then they should be prepared to be punished. Lin Tuo murmured inwardly. After thinking for a moment, he bent down, picked up a cloak, and put it on.
Then he coldly glanced at the steward, who had long since collapsed in terror at the castle gates, before turning and heading straight for the church.
The castle was not far from the Monastery.
Perhaps because the Church Knights had arrived, the streets remained empty even after dawn. The occasional pedestrian hurried along with quick steps.
The air itself seemed steeped in a grim, tense killing intent.
When Lin Tuo, draped in a jet-black cloak, walked toward his destination along the bluestone-paved street, the citizens along the way all hurriedly moved aside, fear in their eyes.
Before long, a tall and solemn building appeared before him. There was not a single pedestrian in this area, and the streets were quiet to