The chief of staff's expression suddenly changed. At the moment of sleepiness, he immediately reached out and pinched his waist hard, using pain to maintain his awakening, but his subordinates did not react so quickly and fell down one after another. Their breathing gradually became weak, with a hideous expression, and they were about to die in their sleep one by one.

Only the vanguard captain of Sequence 5 was still standing next to him, shaking.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. The pendant on his chest emitted a red light, and the hot temperature temporarily made him awake again. But he still fell asleep uncontrollably, and someone's whisper appeared in his ears. At first it was the generous voice of an old man, but the next moment it turned into the call and laughter of his wife who had been away for a long time. A loud bang came from his ears, probably because the vanguard captain could not support him and fell down.

He opened his eyes wide with difficulty, but saw his wife appear in front of him and stretched out his hand to stroke his face.

Click.

In his dream, he pressed his gun against his jaw.

"Damn it!!"

The chief of staff barely remained half as clear, and gradually couldn't tell whether the one who was on his jaw was his wife's hand or his gun. He would lean on the pagan saint he had never met after becoming a provoker. At the same time, he used his last strength and awakening to pull out the short sword at his waist and chopped the fake wife in front of him.

Suicide is the most despised way of death besides dying peacefully in bed. Even if you die, you have to die with dignity!

The metal passed by, and the illusion of the wife in front of her was instantly cut off, and at the same time, the endless sleepiness was cut off.

The chief of staff suddenly woke up, as if he was poured with a basin of cold water in his head, and the talismans hanging on his chest were burned out. He was stunned for a moment, never thinking that he had such a powerful ability to escape from the targeted assassination of a demigod. He quickly moved the gun against his jaw and looked at the sword in his hand, but he did not feel the touch of cutting anything.

Then, the chief of staff found that the roof of the house was missing, the cold wind blew directly on his face, and the night sky shining with stars above his head.

In the distance, there was a deep scratch on a house, and blood was slowly falling down the edge of the scratch.

He finally noticed that the morning light suddenly illuminated the place again at some point. The giant sword in the hand of the not-sociable, young and devout young warrior was shining with light that was more than ten times brighter than the vanguard captain. The soldiers around him were wailing and wailing to wake up from the nightmare.

Seeing this, the chief of staff breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed completely. He was finally convinced that he was not here to die.

A small team of about thirty people, more than half of the extraordinary people, the first reaction of the tense Ruen people in the war must be that there is a high-sequence hunter to command them.

But in fact, the Chief of Staff is just a sequence 6 with a demigod spell.

He was asked to make the style that a hunter demigod should have, such as pretending to have a spiritual link, not only to speak to the air from time to time, but also to take the highest sequence 5 troops from a small gap, break away from the large army of the Second Legion, as a pioneer of the pathfinder - or suicide squad - and then arrogantly enter the periphery of the Quiet City.

When he received this task, he repeatedly thought about whether he had offended anyone in the army. Before Arnold counterattacked, he didn't know whether there was a demigod hidden in this team.

Arnold raised his broadsword high, like a bright torch. The enemy was nearby, but he was not in a hurry to chop it down.

Following his movements, the others couldn't help but raise their heads and try to see something from the sky-

I saw the star-shining sky suddenly tremble, and the blazing light fell from the sky like a meteor, destroying everything around the landing point like cannonballs.

The flames tore the quiet dark night.

After being attacked, the sky suddenly collapsed, and the huge airship crushed the clouds at night. The propeller cut the air at high speed, and the disturbed airflow cuts on everyone's face like a blade.

On the huge balloon of the airship, the logo of the Einhorn royal family of the Fsak Empire was drawn, and a bright red number "2".

The chief of staff reached out and held his hat, so that it would not leave with the evening breeze of the Ammanda Mountains, and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.

"Stay!"

He cheered in his heart, but in fact his hands and feet were still trembling: "This time I'm worth the life! The chance of promotion is stable!"

Hunters rely on teams and subordinates to fight, but warriors don't need it!

"The last saint outside the city of tranquility is here."

Arnold blinked, as if talking to someone: "Don't let him go alive, as long as he dies, we can attack directly outside the city. As long as we are fast enough, we can catch a surprise attack and cooperate with the First Legion to raid the army on the front line from the side."

"Hasn't you made a bet before? Can you break through the defense line of the Ammanda Mountains before His Highness Ahomatova arrives?"

“Changing towns will also ruin our reputation, and now the gap has been opened, don’t waste this opportunity.”

"Um."

He smiled, with the young man's straightforwardness and the warrior's cruelty in his smile: "After all, we are here to help Ruhn justly."

The young demigod glanced at the sky in the distance, and two dark green symbols appeared in his blue and transparent pupils.

"Pagan saints!"

He shouted loudly: "Put down your weapons! For your people!"

The bright sky as bright as day did not last long. The propeller of the huge military airship seemed to have been tripped by something and began to tilt to the side obliquely. Two people with bad luck sprained their feet into the propeller. Their bodies and clothes completely hanged the rotating precision structure, and the airship had to find a place to temporarily make a forced landing and repair.

Arnold looked up at the airship gradually being covered by the night, and the sky that was darkened again: "It seems you are unwilling to cooperate."

"You slaughter our fellow citizens and break our peace, but you say you see it as peace."

The old man's mellow voice echoed in the night sky, left and right, up and down, making it impossible to judge his position. With the powerful vitality of the "Night Watcher" and perhaps the help of the seal, the sneak attack just now did not cause much damage to him:

"Will the God of War welcome lies to enter His Kingdom of God? Is He such an evil God?"

Arnold nodded slightly:

"It is definitely not the case. Fsak was born in the cold winter and died in the fire. Death in the battle is the blessing and requiem we give us. The correctness of war is always in the hands of the great gods and victors. Pagan saints, are you delaying time and letting your subordinates run away?"

The moment he finished speaking, Arnold turned his head slightly to a corner of the city that was gradually becoming a broken wall. The dark green symbol seemed to see through the archbishop's concealment, and a figure slowly appeared in his sight. Vincent in the dark saw those eyes looking at him, giving him a feeling that the two of them were facing each other. He didn't know if the other party had seen his eyes, but he had been discovered!

“Only one person.”

After Arnold finished speaking, he suddenly pulled away his tightly wrapped coat and poured a bottle of oil onto the broadsword.

The ointment filled the inscriptions on the sword and emitted a misty golden light.

His wrist moved gently, like a child holding a toy wooden sword, waving a slight shiny air.

Vincent immediately made a big alarm. As soon as the attack left his hand, it showed a strange deviation, but it still blocked all his dodging directions. He had to summon spirits continuously to resist this damage.

In less than a second, he was shocked by the huge impact, and the several spirits in front of him were chopped up by the silver-white sword light.

The strong blade wind still hit him when it was tilted for most of the time, and his body lost all consciousness in an instant.

The body was thrown high and crashed into a ruin, leaving red marks on the black and white gravel bricks.

The numbness gradually faded away, and the severe pain was released explosively from every cell, and the limbs were out of control in severe pain. He coughed out blood in big mouthfuls, twitched violently, and tried to stand up, but the demigod's casual blow seemed to break several bones on his body. His hands and feet were completely out of control. Vincent struggled to put his head to the pocket of his chest, bite the button with his trembling teeth, took out a bottle of potion from his pocket, bite the cork, and tilted his head and swallowed.

After a while, the pain finally weakened. He gradually regained the position of his hands and feet, and the noisy buzzing in his ears gradually weakened. However, his vision was still bright red. He blinked hard and washed away the blood flowing into his eyes with physiological tears.

“Stand up!”

The archbishop's shout echoed in his ears, Vincent's eyes were wet, and he saw the morning light and the black night sky frequently alternating in the sky, and the golden sword light occasionally cut the sky, revealing the real clouds in the night sky. Fsak's warrior hid in the corner, and someone suddenly closed his eyes. If his companions around him did not wake him up as soon as possible, he would immediately die in the nightmare with a hideous face.

“Stand up!”

"Go back! Go back alive! Evacuate the crowd! Take them to the city!"

The Archbishop roared in his ear, and Vincent had done his best just by climbing up from the ruins.

Town... Nearly 10,000 people are waiting to evacuate in the town! If they die here, they will be killed unconsciously by all the approaching Fsaks... Vincent inhaled deeply, and he supported the ground with his exhausted hands, bowed and walked along the ruins. After walking for a long time, he stood up with the help of the spirit.

In front of him was a large chaotic color block and snowflakes, and his hearing had not yet recovered. There seemed to be countless sounds in his ears burst into pieces, forming a crazy song. It seemed to be a shout of a man, a roar of artillery fire, and a chant that the Archbishop had sang. He could even feel the reality from these sounds - when the sound of artillery fire sounded, the ground under his feet began to tremble violently, and stinging pain in different parts of his body began to appear.

Vincent's mind was in a daze, dragged forward by a spirit like a dead person. Everything he saw was ruins. Ships and gravel were embedded in his body, and blood flowed continuously, but the potions he had taken before were constantly regaining his blood and flesh, pushing out these foreign objects.

Ammunition and rain of fire spread across the vision ahead, and the whole world was burning.

For a moment, he felt that he had fallen into "hell", or that this world was slowly overlapping with hell.

He seemed to be running, and he seemed to be just squirming on the ground.

A long time later, an ammunition happened to land near him. The spirit disappeared in the shock wave without saying a word. He flew out and did not stand up again for a long time.

TBC

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At this time, it was the early morning of the new Monday, and Klein was about to hold a Tarot meeting.

Ah, this time in Tarot, everyone will work together to lock a blood clan who has cheated into the Harvest Church.
Chapter completed!