173.The roaring death adds to the ancient hatred
173.The roaring death adds another layer to the ancient hatred (page 2/2)
“At least that's what Lord Murphy said.”
Veteran Norman was hesitant to tell the old hunter the identities of the young players as "outsiders", but every time the words came to his lips, a strange emotion would float in his heart. It seemed that there was some kind of force preventing him from saying it. the truth.
He was very familiar with this emotion. Before the collapse of the Avalon Church ten years ago, he would have a similar feeling every time he entered the Natural Temple to pray..
That feeling of being watched
Perhaps, the God of Avalon's eyes have really fallen back on these last witch hunters, perhaps because they have proved their loyalty to the gods with the pain of ten years of war..
If the gods were asking him to keep this secret, then Norman would definitely stop any behavior that exposes the identities of these "mountain people".
And no matter what, the favor of God Avalon has come to these outsiders, which proves that they have become our partners on the way of nature..
“Bang”
A familiar gunshot sounded in front, causing old Eugene and Norman to immediately turn their horses forward..
Soon, they saw Sister Marian executing an escaped psychic hunter commander..
The latter was half-kneeling on the ground, his helmet had been taken off and thrown aside. His old face covered with the tattoos of the Tower of Rings was full of prayers, and he screamed：
“Marianne! I once rescued you in the ambush battle against us by those Western Sabarian warriors of the gods in Bingfang! We are friends! Right? Don't do it, don't end my life with a bullet.
Those naturally enchanted bullets of yours are not meant to attack fellow humans..”
“I know, Punt, I know, I still remember the way you carried me out of the haunted crypt of the ancient barbarians, our bodies covered in blood, and you yelled at me not to sleep..
I will always remember your life-saving grace.”
The old hunter sighed and put down the double-barreled shotgun in his hand..
She took a step back and looked at the rebellious colleagues in front of her. In a hoarse voice, she said：
“But when you decided to help the villain and hunt down our old friends for your new master, my debt to you was already paid! Pent, you have to remember! None of this tonight is personal.！
For your service to Avalon, be honorable.！”
“Swish”
The emerald green hunting blade was unsheathed, and the traitor instinctively clenched his fists, but when he raised his head and saw Sister Marian's eyes full of exhaustion and helplessness, he sighed, loosened his fingers and knelt on the ground, just like when he prayed. What is the gesture silently reciting?.
“May the starlight of Avalon shine upon the dark and misguided darkness..”
Aunt Marianne whispered, and then she pressed her "old friend's" shoulders coldly, letting the sharp blade pierce the latter's heart accurately and crushing it with a flip of her wrist, thus cutting off the spiritual connection. All the vitality of a person who can be strengthened.
“well done！”
Old Eugene on the horse exclaimed:：
“As expected of 'Iron-Blooded Marianne', it seems that time and suffering have not taken away your courage..”
“shut up！”
Aunt Marian did not accept the compliment..
She wiped the blood on the hunting blade and glanced at the kneeling corpse in front of her. She sighed and took out a small bottle of fire oil and poured it on the traitor. Then she chanted the name of the gods and set the corpse on fire..
This is her last act of kindness to her old friend.
She didn't know what the vampire lord would do to these corpses, but with the current feud between the Blood Vulture Clan and the Ring Tower, those evil things in the midnight would definitely be able to do even the most extreme things..
However, she now has no reason to condemn Murphy, because from tonight, the vampire will also be her lord and the protector of her faith..
Alas, for witch hunters, the direction of this matter can really be called black humor..
As Sister Marian remounted her horse, old Eugene leaned over and whispered:：
“Confirmed! There are indeed believers of our God among those 'warriors' who have not been baptized for more than twenty days but have crossed the Black Iron Realm with the blessing of our God. Marianne, we have found it! The unsought holy place and new hope.
Right here in Transia! That is the second chance my God has given to those like us who are lost! Tonight's blood, tonight is the last suffering before dawn！”
“Can you put an end to your untimely fanaticism?？”
Aunt Marianne was impatient to talk about these things with an enthusiast like Old Eugene. She pushed down her hunter's hat and said casually, a little tiredly.：
“We are still not sure about the vampire's attitude towards the way of nature. Although Natalie promised that he would accept us, we can still believe the vampire's words.？
Let's take it one step at a time..”
“I still firmly believe that this is my God’s guidance！”
Old Eugene said in a low tone：
“Our sins have been paid for in ten years of hard journey, and the merciful Avalon has opened its arms to us again. Transia will be the next Glamour, and we will repeat the first generation of the Elders in 530 AD. Building the Temple.
This is what my God wants to see！
I'm sure of this！”
Aunt Marianne did not object this time..
She looked at the corpses in the dark behind her on the horse and shook her head..
She didn’t know whether Transia was a new holy land, and she didn’t really want to know..
She only knew that she was very tired after ten years of fighting. Now she just wanted to find a place where no one would spit on her and spend the rest of her life in peace. Alas, she was almost seventy years old. , although she is still strong and healthy under the blessing of nature, she only has less than a hundred years to live, and time is no longer kind to her..
But she has learned to reconcile with time and even life in her suffering..
Maybe after being discharged and returning to work, it would be nice to be an ordinary missionary or church grandma..
——
“So we only saved less than 300 people.？”
Murphy soared in the night sky, and the loyal Maxim flew beside him, always one position behind..
The vampire lord looked down at the battlefield from a high altitude. The vampire's perception of life allowed him to feel that the defeated soldiers were being killed one by one..
he whispered：
“Counting the three teams that broke out to Under Armor Hills before, 1,400 witch hunters finally survived.1200？”
“No, only 1,000 people, my lord.”
Maxim corrected：
“There were still 200 people who finally did not have the courage to follow Chapter Leader Natalie and leave the Plantagenet Kingdom. It is said that those were cowards who were tired of fighting..”
“Wanting to live peacefully is a beautiful expectation. This cannot be called 'cowardice', Mark.”
As soon as Murphy heard 1,000 people, he immediately thought that he had 10 more places. Counting the superimposed population of villages and small cities that were still being sent envoys by Miriam to claim dominance, this made the lord very satisfied..
He plans to find an opportunity to release all these test quotas in a short period of time to double the number of small players under his command..
In this way, your other plans can also proceed smoothly..
“mark! Have your veterans come over here and chop off the heads of the psionic hunters and psionicists.！”
Murphy looked at the dark night above his head and said coldly：
“Just pile it up here! Give the Ring Tower a response, and we'll tell them that this night is by no means the end of the fight! This is not even the beginning and the end. They will pay the price for their misdeeds..
not just them.
Wolfsbane, Gorse, Dusk！
No one involved in the destruction of Cadman City can escape! That’s 150,000 people! Those should all be my subjects..
they need justice.”
“As you command, my lord.”
Maxim had no objection to this instruction. On the contrary, he felt that Lord Murphy's decision was too suitable for his taste..
Transians never give in under threat.
Although they are rich in poor ghosts, savages and husbands, creatures like cowards cannot survive in their poor mountains and rivers.！
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