Chapter 303 War Fire

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There is no way to see the edge of the gray and white mist, inside the majestic palace.

As soon as Leonard Mitchell appeared on the side of the bronze table, he subconsciously stood up and wanted to salute Mr. "The Fool".

However, when he glanced at him, he found that the position was empty and no one was sitting.

Mr. "Follower" is not here usually? Leonard's thought flashed and he turned his eyes to the bottom of the mottled long table.

The "world" sat there silently, as if it was mixed with gray fog.

"... Since there are only two of us, there is no need to deliberately use the image of German Sparrow." Leonard sat down again and said casually to the "world".

At the same time, he quickly thought: Since Mr. "The Fool" is not here, why did he and Klein come so quickly? It was impossible that the "Fool" brought Klein and left before I came up?

Or does Klein actually have the ability to bring people up? This is the special purpose of God’s followers and the authority granted by God?

There is something wrong with it.

"Habit." Klein responded briefly.

Leonard couldn't help but look at German Sparrow, who was cold and restrained and calm. Although he felt that this person who might be favored by two gods did not need to remind him, he still spoke hesitantly:

"Kline, your appearance is very consistent with German Sparrow's image in the outside world. Your role is excellent, but remember that you are just playing and don't be lost by your own identity."

How to play? In this way, the old man on Leonard is much more kind than the "teacher" of Miss Heller who is parasitized on the mouse. The latter teaches almost nothing. Even if he teaches, it is a distorted knowledge. It is obviously a ill-thinking plan and it is not a pity to die... Klein was really just a habit, but now he is really embarrassed to change back after being praised like this, so he asked casually:

"It was also what Pales Soloyasde told Ya?"

"Yes." Leonard responded calmly.

After a few chats, Leonard finished the greetings and turned to the topic:

"Where did you find new traces of Amon in the 'Blasphemer'?"

Klein picked up the key point:

"I was tracking a 'thief' approaching a demigod who was almost out of control, but I met Amon outside Beckland, so I had to escape directly with the help of Mr. Fool..."

...

It was already late at night, and the Fsak soldiers raised a bonfire, and cooked dried vegetables and compressed cookies in the pot.

The aroma of dinner permeates the cleaned houses, with books and sacred books burning in the fire. The blazing fire light reflects the statues of the saints of the church in the night and the paintings of mythological allusions in the houses, illuminating pairs of blue eyes from high latitudes.

“It’s not as delicious as my jerky.”

The brown-haired chief of staff, drinking the dried food soaked in water, brought his own pickles, while loudly evaluating the taste of the dry food provided by the troops. Then, in the eyes of everyone's envy or jealous, he took out a small bag of salty meat from his arms. He tore off a small strip of small fingers, put it in the porridge made of compressed biscuits in front of everyone, making a squid sound.

The senior official level was crushed to death, and everyone immediately dared not speak out. The atmosphere of the dinner became active, and the soldiers with an average height of more than 1.9 meters began to explore the delicious food in each other's hometown with great enthusiasm. Arnold sat outside the crowd. He was not very talkative and did not talk often. But after drinking the last bite of thick porridge in the iron bowl in his hand, his colleague next to him also smiled and turned his head to ask him:

"My hometown is on the east side of the empire, very close to the Sea of ​​Beluga. There are many flavorful whale meat products, many whale oils, and delicious marinated meat and seafood soup! This time I came out, my wife brought me delicious dried seafood. What about you, Arnold?"

Another person also turned his face and asked loudly: "It seems that I haven't heard you mention your family much!"

"My home is near Jianhai, and there are cheap seafood and fresh fruits. I do some simple business at home..."

Arnold lowered his head and wiped the iron bowl with a cloth. His colleagues were still discussing enthusiastically. Suddenly, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing in front of him, and the surroundings seemed to be quiet.

He immediately held the hilt of the sword and the musket at his waist, and saw that the room suddenly darkened, and the bright bonfire suddenly went out. People were sitting strangely around the extinguished fire, with their backs facing him, leaving a creepy silence.

The colleague who was still talking to him just now became a headless corpse sitting in front of him. His head rolled into the pile of books on the side, and blood was gushing out from the cut surface of his neck, splashing all over him.

"God..."

He suddenly understood something, and his hands and feet trembled violently. Although he held the weapon, his legs seemed to have lost all their strength and could not even stand up. The drawn weapon fell to the ground and made a crisp sound. In his vision, the companions who were facing his backs suddenly turned their heads together, revealing faces with pale faces and blood-red lips, as if they had turned into dead spirits in an instant!

Then, he noticed a figure flashing past him.

He hesitated for a moment, and at this moment, a flame that reached the ceiling suddenly burst out from the dark fireplace, and his vision suddenly became bright.

The temperature and light instantly illuminated everything around him. Only then did he look back and see a black-haired middle-aged man with typical Lun's appearance had arrived behind him at some point, wearing bright red gloves, holding a blood-stained dagger in his hand.

Arnold drew his musket and fired two shots in a row, but the middle-aged man also dissipated in an instant, and the bullets shattered the glass frame on the wall.

"Enemy attack!"

The moment these two words appeared in his mind, the dark house shattered like invisible lenses, revealing the real world.

The chief of staff was still holding the unfinished porridge in his hand, and a piece of cured meat stood up inside. He drank most of the steaming porridge in one gulp, swept across everyone in the room, and then he tickled unhappily.

"Send a signal to the Legion."

He whispered, not knowing who he said: "I've taken the bait."

Arnold took a deep breath. He wanted to stand up with the others, but suddenly he felt something heavy on his legs. He lowered his head and saw a wound that was constantly bleeding outward appeared on the back of his colleague who was talking to him.

As he stood up and moved away, his colleague fell to the ground, and blood slowly gathered on the ground into a small pool.

Arnold's eyes widened slightly, but after the baptism of war, he was able to accept it all calmly. He took a step back, half-kneeled, held the God of War's Holy Emblem, chanted in a low voice, and made a simple requiem for the dead. Others squatted down silently after he finished, skillfully snatching off the weapons and equipment of his dead companions, as well as some air-dried food, and a photo of a young woman.

"He did not die in a heroic battle..."

"He lives in the east, can anyone have a fellow villager bring the relics back?"

Others exchanged their eyes and whispered in complex moods.

"It's dark, you have to raise your vigilance to the highest level!"

"We are here to explore the way. Without support, even if we die here, no one will collect your body!"

"One of your eyes open, don't doze off, the cunning believers of the evil god of the night don't have to sleep!"

The captain said loudly, then he looked at the two people lying on the ground in the crowd and whispered: "May the Temple lead their souls."

Then, he pulled out the great sword behind him and inserted it into the ground. The bright morning light suddenly illuminated the entire house and built a barrier.

...

"Nightmare" was forced back by the morning light. In a small corner far away from the stronghold of the Fsak army, Vincent, who was hiding in the darkness in prayer posture, opened his eyes, stood up, and sighed angrily:

"Only two were killed."

He was very frustrated. Without the attack of the large rear troops, the temple was likely to be difficult to respond to the guerrilla harassment they encountered, and they could only solve it themselves.

The goal of the sneak attack tonight is to find out the strength of the vanguard troops. If possible, they will be wiped out here. If they are not good, they will gradually reduce the opponent's combat power so that they will not attack immediately. Without killing more than five low sequences at once, this sneak attack ended in failure. The soldiers of Fsak's soldiers will probably not close their eyes all night, and the success rate of the assassination was greatly reduced.

"I have sent a message to the church for help."

The gray-haired Archbishop comforted his juniors: "Hide it, we will stop them from moving forward."

Vincent was about to nod, but suddenly, the surrounding environment suddenly lit up, and blazing flames burst out on the town, illuminating half of the night sky.

The source of the fire is the small church. The night church in Fanxing Town is engulfed by blazing flames, and the gauze curtain embroidered with the night emblem is burned out.

The cold wind like a knife spreads through the town with flames, the blazing flames continued to burst, the rain of fire scattered, and the burning sparks exploded in all directions, gradually igniting the entire unmanned city.

The fires in the city were not extinguished, they kept burning until the entire city turned into a torch in the dark.

"Hey, hey, is anyone there? Examination!"

Suddenly, a sound was amplified by the speaker and came from the direction of the Fsack Pioneer's stronghold:

"Class members of the Dark Night Church in the City, can you hear me? Please put down your weapons and don't be nervous."

This voice exposed their current location, they were still there and had not moved! Vincent and the Archbishop looked at each other, and the Archbishop made a gesture, and then his body gradually disappeared and faded, entering the spiritual world.

This behavior proves that the enemy has not yet figured out the number of people who came to attack tonight, and is delaying the time!

The sound coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and continued:

"Is it the respected Lord St. Garrien who came? We have heard of your deeds and know that you are an upright, kind, kind man. Although he is an enemy, we also respect the pagan saints very much."

It's just a lie! Recalling the experiences that pagans would suffer in Fsack, Vincent scoffed at this sentence.

“We are coming for peace!”

The shouting person chattered:

"Maybe you don't know that the 'grey smog' incident in your country was handled by the king. He brutally killed his people, and your church was indifferent! Shouldn't you resist the royal family for the sake of the people? For peace, for human rights, and for helping the people of Ruen escape from the king's control, we came to the Ammanda Mountains. If you are willing to talk to us, we can guarantee that we will not harm the surrounding towns..."

"You don't even feel guilty about your lies!"

Vincent was really unbearable. In order to refute the other party, and to continue to stabilize the enemy and allow the Archbishop to act smoothly, he summoned a spirit body and shouted in another direction that was extremely far away from him:

"When you massacre our people, are you also under the banner of peace and human rights?"

"That's of course." The hunter who shouted seemed to have no feeling of shame at all, "because they attacked us first..."

Before the ending of this sentence fell, before Vincent couldn't help but scold the other person for being shameless again, the sky suddenly turned black. It was extremely dark and suddenly and quickly. The blazing flames of the city disappeared in an instant, as if someone had turned off all the lights of the city!

Vincent smiled on his face, but the next moment, he heard some strange sound suddenly appearing here.

No... it didn't appear suddenly, they have arrived here, but were covered up by the sound of horns!

He raised his head, although he could see nothing but the stars and the night sky, he could feel something unknown hidden behind it.

They have arrived above the city of tranquility, and are accumulating strength in the dark, waiting for the moment of explosion.

...

"Damn it!"
To be continued...