Chapter 302 On the bloody earth

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Ammanda Mountains, July.

The explosions stirred up the whine of people, and artillery and gunfire echoed over the mountain towns.

The sky is filled with the light of the morning light that seems to not dissipate, and the quiet city where monks gathered in the past is swept by fire and disaster.

I don't know how long this war has lasted.

After five days of fighting, Fsak's Second Legion finally tore a hole in defense, and ammunition and artillery fell on the ground without reservation, causing this peaceful small town to collapse in the war instantly.

The second hiding place was discovered, and was cut off by a heavy sword along with the gate and the mysterious academic rituals above, panic became the last straw that crushed the small town. People in the shelter began to cry, scream, and pray for mercy and blessings to God. People pushed and shook randomly, hoping to open a hidden passage in the shelter. But most of them were ordinary people, and occasionally extraordinary people would be hit by the first time, and they fought on their own, and in the chaos, they were just pushing others to hit the enemy's blade.

In the shadow of blood and fire, they were more pious than at any moment in their lives.

But such piety cannot be exchanged for anything in the chaotic war. The soldiers of Fsak cleaned up here without mercy. The small shelter became a slaughterhouse for turtles in a jar. The living people were chopped up by the light of the morning light, and the blood made the ground wet.

A few minutes later, the efficient massacre came to an end. Foxac's soldiers began to sweep the battlefield, fetched valuable accessories and brooches from the broken limbs and arms, put them in the prepared small pocket, and waited for the extraordinary characteristics to be precipitated.

A soldier reached out and pushed away the movable mask, revealing a young face.

He took a deep breath of the bloody air, and then quickly began to fan the air in front of him with his hands.

At this time, he remembered what he had just cut off, what was the guns and cannons in his hand hit, and those who could scream and cry in a short moment had turned into warm pieces and fell at his feet. In a trance, he felt as if he had reached the temple that was forever solidified at dusk, where the heroes fought day after day and died, reborn on the second day, and fought forever, honed their martial arts with the heroes in history, waiting for the day to go with the great god of war.

The sacred palace seems not to be in heaven, but in the human world.

The colleagues were searching for valuable items in these corpses. The necklace-wearing neck was cut off, the fingers wearing rings were cut open, and the low laughter of the colleagues and the sound of chopping bones and meat with machetes in the meat market.

"Hey, Arnold!"

He was the butcher's child and had nothing unacceptable to everything in front of him. But he thought in a daze, and let his superior call twice before he came to his senses.

The boss handed him a bag of powder and a barrel of oil:

"Go and get it done."

"Yes, sir."

The smell of blood and the necromancer will attract the hyenas of the Night Church and even increase the combat power of the other party. The warriors are not good at dealing with spirits, so it is best to burn the remaining spirits and corpses together.

Arnold nodded, and he poured the powder into the oil and mixed it, walking back and forth in the shelter, drawing a continuous line.

Oil spilled on the faces of those whose eyes were open or closed, as if they had enclosed bugs in amber.

After he sprinkled oil all over every corner of the shelter, the others were packed up and ready to move forward. Arnold returned to the team and saw the brown-haired chief of staff reach out to pop up a spark, and the spiritual flame of the fingernails fell to the end of the oil mark.

The underground shelter suddenly ignited a raging fire, devouring the body and everything that had happened here.

Arnold looked back at his limbs that were burning rapidly in the flames, and then followed the troops to move forward.

As he walked, he suddenly remembered something - on a guarding night, he seemed to hear bigwigs discussing that since the Ammanda Mountains could not be conquered for a long time, he would open up a new route, and it seemed that he would open a long-prepared airship in the military factory.

The soldiers' footsteps gradually faded away, leaving dense red footprints.

The "hiding in the corpse, waiting for the enemy to leave before crawling out and running away" did not happen. The corpse was still a corpse, lying there quietly, burning quietly, the hunters and warriors would not let go of any breath or heartbeat.

...

"The Fsaks came in from the side!"

"Fanxing Town was destroyed in the impact!"

"Biography! Your Excellency Bishop! They don't seem to be leading the team with a demigod. We must act as soon as possible while the scope of aggression has not yet been expanded!"

There was a constant explosion in his ears. The Archbishop, wearing the priest robe embroidered with stars and red moons, was an old man over 60 years old. But he had the long lifespan and strong vitality of a demigod, and would not really make decisions because of his old age.

As a respected saint, in this church that has been transformed into a temporary hospital, when he stood here, everyone had a backbone again. After a brief noise and panic, the church gradually became quiet again. He slowly and carefully helped a wounded civilian bandage the knife wound, gently patted the baby who had lost his parents in his arms, and then stood up with a completely different majesty from the past:

“How is the evacuation in the Quiet City?”

In front of him, a middle-aged man who looked in his thirties stood up and rubbed his hands with red gloves against each other. This behavior seemed to inject some courage and stability into the red gloves.

"The population in the Quiet City has been evacuated, but the military does not have free trains to bring everyone back to the mainland. More than half of the residents are still stranded here, wandering among other nearby cities, and Fanxing Town is one of them."

The Red Gloves Captain said calmly, and the church was silent, and only the heavy breathing of the wounded came.

The city of tranquility is named after the "Tranquility Church", the headquarters of the Dark Church. It is cold all year round, with materials not abundant, and life is very poor, but people who live in the city are satisfied. This is a city-state where monks and devout people gathered spontaneously to develop. Since the early Fifth century, the city of tranquility has a traceable history.

The population of the Quiet City is not large, probably only one-tenth or even less than that of Beckland. But if there are large-scale casualties among the people here, it is more important to be a crisis of faith than a disaster.

Once the city of tranquility is lost, the Church of the Night will usher in the most serious faith crisis ever.

"Where is the Pope's crown?"

The child in his arms slept soundly, and the gray-haired Archbishop set a peaceful dream in the church and asked in a low voice.

"The Pope's Crown and the Patriarch of the God of War Church are still in a confrontation." If the two earthly angels intervene, they mortals should withdraw from the battlefield of mythology. The Red Gloves Captain licked his chapped lips and said hoarsely, "His Excellency Archbishop, we are closest to Fanxing Town. Before the Second Legion completely invades from this gap, we can rush to wipe them out here!"

“How many people have they come in?”

The Red Gloves Team Leader showed joy: "The vanguard army has a total of about thirty people. The leader seems to be a middle-sequence warrior, and there are only about ten extraordinary people in the team."

The Archbishop's dark blue eyes closed, and he sighed: "Vincent, the vanguard of more than twenty men, and half of the extraordinary people, must have hidden a high sequence of the 'hunter' pathway. To deal with such a force, we must ask for help from the church."

Vincent's face suddenly changed:

"But, Your Excellency Archbishop, the Holy Church..."

The church is now busy dealing with the top leaders of the God of War Church, which is the main battlefield. The plains in front of the Ammanda Mountains have become meat grinders. The winding trenches are filled with blood like blood vessels. The battle situation is stalemate, and Fsak's army is spreading rumors of royal scandals, shaking people's hearts. All living forces are on standby on the front battlefield. Will there be a chance to take care of the safety of the small flank cities?

not to mention……

Even the Archbishop received a transfer order to a more critical battlefield...

Vincent's Adam's apple rolled a little. He was also an extraordinary person who grew up in this small town. When he could remember, the Archbishop had already arrived in this church. The Archbishop was as eternal as the stars and the moon in the Holy Book, and he was an irreplaceable pillar for Moon Town. If the Archbishop really left here, the small town would probably soon panic and collapse.

God.

Vincent couldn't help but pray in his heart, God, save us... Save your believers!

The Archbishop shook his arms gently, and his broad hands patted the sleeping baby's swaddle clothes one after another. He witnessed the child's parents growing up, walked together under the goddess's gaze, and died in the war.

The child slept peacefully in the arms of an old man like his grandfather, with a cute smile on his face.

"Vincent, where are your squad members now?"

The restless team leader was called and quickly raised his head. As his eyes were in contact with the Archbishop's eyes as deep as the night sky, he gradually calmed down and said calmly: "Anne is treating the wounded in the hospital, mobilizing women to sew clothes and prepare food for the soldiers on the front line. Mason assisted in prayer and requiem rituals in churches in the surrounding cities, and helped to resist the deserters around him..."

After listening to these reports with a smile, the Archbishop nodded to Vinson's character:

"The church's aid will probably take a while. I'm going to stop the vanguard force from moving forward."

"Now, there is still an hour before darkness, you can consider..."

"I do it! Archbishop, I do it!"

Vincent immediately spoke, and he lit the red moon on his chest, with a smile on his face, as if the haze was swept away: "Hissergeant Archbishop, I am willing to fight with you and praise the goddess!"

But at this moment, he had a desperate ambition and was ready to sacrifice his life for the people of Moon Town - this was his belief, his oath made under the eyes of the goddess, and now he finally had the opportunity to fulfill it. Vincent was excited for the upcoming sacrifice, and was faintly afraid and regretful.

"Vincent, I remember you haven't gotten married yet, right?"

Vincent, immersed in his own world, suddenly came to his senses. He rubbed his hands with some embarrassment: "Yes, yes, after my fiancée was accidentally killed by an extraordinary incident... I vowed to be with her forever..."

"Then you adopt this child."

"She is your friend's child, and they will definitely be assured that you will raise her."

The Archbishop took two steps forward and handed the dark swaddle in his hand to Vincent, the child inside was sleeping soundly with his fingers in his mouth.

Vincent was stunned for a few seconds, and he suddenly realized that he took over the heavy swaddle clothes with a different mood, his eyes a little sour.

"I will, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

When he raised his head again, his eyes became more determined.

616

The war was fighting on the edge of the border, but it had not directly affected the life of Beckland's upper class.

At 7:30 p.m., 39 Berklund Street, Councillor Macht's home.

Crane, wearing a tuxedo, walked off the carriage and tied her clothes buttons. Against the backdrop of the lights and fountains, she entered the hall and saw Maury Macht in an olive-green military uniform, an orange ribbon, and a battle medal.

Combined with the ongoing war, Klein couldn't help but distract himself - if the situation of the war continued to deteriorate, would the Macht MP and the veterans in the club who had won merits in Dongbairan return to the army?

After a brief greeting with Mrs. Leana, Klein looked at Councillor Macht.

Congressman Macht believes that Dawn Dance, who can successfully arrive in the Southern Continent and return to his whole body, has energy beyond his imagination in the Southern Continent, and is worthy of risking the disgust of some nobles to make friends. This is also the consensus of many people at present. Many people want to use the relationship between Dawn Dance to gain more opportunities. Therefore, after looking at each other and smiling, he took the initiative to step forward, gave him a hug, and said in a voice:

"Thanks a lot."

Klein's mind flashed through his report to the Dark Saint, nodded with a smile, and asked instead:

"Do you still like the gift?"

He refers to the bottle of River Valley wine that can be used for sour cocktails. Although it claims to be a local specialty purchased on the road to the South Mainland, it was actually just bought yesterday.

After all, he has been very busy in the Southern Continent and has no time to buy any souvenirs.

"It's great, that's what makes me miss it." Councillor Macht said sincerely.
To be continued...