Creating a Sandbox World

"Oh..."

As the icy long sword penetrated the Templar's heart and blood overflowed, Lin Tuo noticed that the knight's dark pupils suddenly dispersed.

A faint, almost invisible black qi gushes out and disappears with the wind.

This made him raise his eyebrows slightly, and immediately held the long sword, making him move continuously.

He puff puff, killing the other knights one by one.

In his view, death is their best destination regardless of their state or the evil deeds they have committed.

But this is not the end. He raised his head and looked at the church in the center of the town. According to Baron Carter's statement, the wizards who had been arrested were imprisoned in the monastery behind the church.

There should also be some Templar knights who need him to clear them.

"Pursuing evil under the guise of me, then you should also be prepared to be punished." Lin Tuo whispered in his heart, thought for a moment, bent over to pick up a cloak and put it on.

Then coldly glanced at the butler who had already collapsed in horror at the gate of the castle, turned his head, and went straight to the direction of the church.

...

The castle is not too far from the monastery.

I don't know if it was due to the arrival of the church knights, even though it was dawn, the streets were empty, and occasionally there were pedestrians who were walking in haste.

In the air, there is a wave of killing and tension.

When Lin Tuo wore a black cloak and walked along the bluestone paved street towards his destination, the citizens along the way avoided one after another, with fear in their eyes.

Not long after, a tall and solemn building appeared in front of Lin Tuo. There was no pedestrian in this area, and the streets were terribly quiet.

"you are……"

Seeing Lin Tuo's figure, an ordinary priest at the door tentatively asked in surprise.

"Where are those wizards? Take me over." Lin Tuo's unsentimental voice came from the black cloak.

"Who are you! The church is important, leisure..."

The ordinary missionary's complexion changed, and he scowled, and he wanted to reprimand, but in the next second, he saw a blood-stained sword pierced from his cloak, and accurately reached his throat: "Lead the way."

...

About a minute later, Lin Tuo walked through the front hall of the monastery and finally arrived at the area where the Templars were, which was also the prison where the wizards were held. Sure enough, there were still some people staying here.

"who?"

Seeing the church knight appearing in his field of vision, Lin Tuo did not answer, his figure just flickered and quickly approached.

The opponent's expression suddenly changed, and he roared, as if he had activated a certain "combat skill", and his armor was covered with a layer of blue light.

That is the basic combat skill of the church knight.

"boom!"

However, in the next second, I saw Lin Tuo's long-charged punch suddenly. Under this punch, the metal armor of the church knight suddenly twisted, making an overwhelmed creak, and the cyan light that hurriedly unfolded immediately. Disintegrate!

In front of the castle, Lin Tuo had already figured out the combat power of these knights.

The strength is indeed very strong, far surpassing ordinary people, but facing the self who has fully used the Huabing Fist, it is still not an opponent.

"laugh……"

The sword light flashed, and Lin Tuo cut his throat with a sword, and then saw more church powerhouses rushing over, including several knights, and some magicians with thin bodies but also wearing black robes.

"Get rid of heresy!"

"Get rid of heresy!"

As the turbid brilliance unfolded, the church knights put on several layers of magical blessings, flooding Lin Tuo, and the magicians also fired illusory light bullets.

Quite strange.

Lin Tuo breathed lightly, his mind moved, and the ether in his body gushed out of his pores, faintly forming an illusory armor.

The long sword in his hand shakes, activating the cells of the whole body, and brazenly enters the battle group.

...

In the monastery dungeon, deep in the dark corridor.

Inside a large cell opened in the middle.

The ground is full of damp and cold water, which accumulates into a puddle. There is no sunlight or windows. Only an oil lamp fixed on the lead wall of the corridor provides lighting.

In the cell, nearly a hundred scarred and shabby wizards gathered here.

Or lean on or lie on the cold wall or floor.

Because the area of ​​cold water is too large to avoid, some people simply soak in puddles.

This is a way for the church knights to prevent them from "meditation and practice" and restore their strength. They are constantly stimulated by flogging and splashing water to prevent them from practicing and even sleeping.

From various cities and towns, the arrested wizards can only fall asleep at intervals of "stimulation" so that they will not die from exhaustion.

However, at this moment, the wizards in the "sleeping" woke up one after another, looking out of the corridor blankly, shouting in their ears.

"What happened?" a shaky old man asked in a hoarse voice.

In the cell, some young wizards who were arrested shortly but still had some physical strength stood up, dragged the heavy and cold shackles, tried hard to get to the fence and looked.

"Bloody... dead? Who are they fighting?"

"Could someone come to save us?" There is hope in life.

After all, in the past year, some powerful wizards have indeed tried to break into the church and rescue their arrested companions.

However, more wizards still shook their heads, not expecting anything.

There was a brief riot, and soon, the sound of fighting disappeared.

With a loud "clam", the iron door at the end of the corridor opened. Then, in a strange silence, a figure wearing a black cloak and holding a bloody sword slowly stepped on the stagnant water and walked towards them. .

"It's them!"

"what……"

Seeing the black cloak, the wizards in the cell were pale and dispersed back in horror. They mistakenly thought they were the Templars, but only a few people noticed something wrong.

"You are the wizards who were arrested?"

In the shadow, Lin Tuo's figure slowly stopped, and inside the pointed hood, an invisible face was revealed in the light.

"Yes... we are... you..." In the cell, a young man with messy hair and bruises nodded vigilantly.

Immediately, before the second half of the sentence was spoken, Lin Tuo swung his sword, severely chopped it on the chain of the cell, and opened the cell door.

Looking at the tortured men and women, children, and old people who were not humanoid in the cell, he sighed deeply in his heart, and threw a bunch of blood-stained keys with the other hand to the young wizard:

"The Templars are dead, you can leave by yourself."

After finishing speaking, he did not continue to stay. In the incredible gaze of hundreds of wizards, he turned and walked out of the corridor.

...

When Lin Tuo stepped over the corpses and walked to the front hall of the monastery, he saw a group of priests fleeing to the door desperately.

For these ordinary people, he didn't bother to chase after him. After thinking about it, he just forcibly arrested a priest and asked:

"You know, where is the library of the monastery?"

The priest whose neck was held by Lin Tuo was shaking like chaff.

Facing this "demon" of unknown origin, he subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but after facing Lin Tuo's eyes that seemed to be brewing wind and snow, he put away this dangerous thought in time:

"Know... know."

"Very good." Lin Tuo laughed contentedly, let go of his iron-like hand, and lightly patted the little priest on the shoulder, "Take me."

"You... what book do you need?"

"Spells, divine arts, combat skills, witchcraft... In short, there are all books about extraordinary powers."

...

Earlier, during the conversation with the lord named Carter, Lin Tuo learned that monasteries in major cities have libraries, which, in addition to religious classics, will also collect many other types of knowledge.

Among them, it contains many classics involving extraordinary powers.

Yes, whether it is divine art, witchcraft or whatever, it can be found in the church. The larger the monastery, the richer the collection.

Although Lin Tuo didn't have the energy to read it for the time being, it didn't delay him from collecting a batch of them.

The monastery in Oaktown is small, and the library has only one room.

There is only one shelf for books related to transcendence.

Lin Tuo didn't dislike it, and immediately packed these books in bags and carried them outside the monastery.

Then he switched consciousness, and slowly dropped a finger of his body over the small town, struggling to throw the collected books on it.

Then he moved his fingers and fixed his eyes on an island hidden in the depths of the sea, which is very far from the north and south continents, and temporarily threw the books on the island.

"Put it here first and watch it later."

When he switched his consciousness back to the clone again, Lin Tuo heard a sound of footsteps behind him, and turned his head to see that it was the wizards who had unlocked the shackles, supported each other and regained their freedom.

They looked extremely tired, but at this moment, they worked hard to cheer up, looking at Lin Tuo with gratitude, awe and doubt.

"This lord, we..." The young man with messy hair headed by the team hesitated, how to express gratitude.

Lin Tuo raised his hand, interrupted him, thought for a while, and asked, "Who knows what direction other churches are arresting teams?"

There was more than one capture team, although Lin Tuo could also reach the church headquarters directly through "transportation".

But seeing these exhausted wizards, he realized that it was more important now than finding the answer to save those wizards who had not been put to death but might die on the road at all times.

In order to save the decline of the ether.

In addition, those apparently abnormal Templars also need to be wiped out one by one. Although these people can also provide ether, in the long run, staying in this world is obviously more harmful.

As for the church...According to the information he got, the wizards who were sent to the church in the last round of raids have been executed, and this round is still on the way.

So, you can put it back slightly.

There is no escape.

"Other capture teams..." Hearing his question, the wizards seemed extremely surprised. After a brief silence, a wizard pointed in a certain direction and said:

"Not long ago, we ran into another team and listened to their conversation, saying that we were going there, towards the city of Solan."

"Very good." Lin Tuo nodded and turned around to switch consciousness, teleporting away.

Suddenly, the young wizard asked excitedly: "My lord, do you want to..."

Lin Tuo paused slightly, then fell silent, saying:

"I'm going to kill."

After speaking, Lin Tuo's clone shook slightly, jumped and disappeared.