bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 127 The Last Question

The Believer's Steal - A Miracle Belonging to the Catholic Church.

Its extravagant consumption and harsh activation conditions made Han Dongwen feel that he had no chance to use this miracle.

The damage caused by the first hit is reduced. When the first hit is completed, the target does not immediately enter the hostile state, so that the miracle can be established and the second hit damage is greatly increased.

This really makes people wonder how to apply it. After all, the condition required by miracles is not to enter a hostile state. Even if a person is bound in place, unable to resist with fists and feet, unable to move, as long as there is a desire to attack, it must be in a hostile state.

But it is clear that now the miracle has finally worked.

Standing in front of Han Dongwen, Yang Aoli, the first thing he wanted to do was not to attack him, but to continue fulfilling the shepherd's covenant.

At this time, Han Dongwen's indescribably deep force was shaking his body up and down, which made him understand very clearly that the believer's theft had been successfully launched.

"It's my change."

Looking at the bloody wound on Yang Aoli's hand, Han Dongwen was silent for a moment, then looked up into his eyes: "War orphans like you with Simeng blood, how many people are there in the Principality of West Asia, are they all killed?" Church in hand?
Although not everyone with Simeng skin color is a spy, and it is impossible to use such rough methods to screen out the complex intelligence operations between the two countries, it is also a good thing for Han Dongwen to understand the arrangements of some principalities in West Asia.

"Are we like this?"

Hearing Han Dongwen's question, Yang Aoli raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean we are like this? Anyone with yellow skin and black hair counts, or someone like me who was exiled in the frontier when Jingzong ruled the five cities?"

Han Dongwen pondered for a moment, then said, "Like you, people who were displaced when the five cities fell."

What he really wants to know is how many war-torn orphans like Yang Aoli and Guo Jieke were mastered by the Catholic Church of the Principality of West Asia when they separated the five cities. For Simeng, it is really an unstable factor that must be feared.

"Here, 30 people."

Yang Aoli looked a little serious, and gestured with his chin to lean towards the back: "Counting the ten or twenty compatriots in Minluo Medicine Workshop, there are more than 40 people in charge of the Tianying City's fortification. I will count the floating people separately. A total of more than one hundred West Asians of Simongol descent should participate in the mission, and the actual war orphans are probably slightly more than this number, but they cannot escape from this range."

After Yang Aoli finished speaking, Han Dongwen stood there and waited for about four or five seconds. He was not relieved until there was no vision of holy light descending from the sky.

More than 100 people?
Then, the number of ten people in each of the thirteen Yihong Buildings exceeds this number, which means that some places are just guerrillas from West Asia pretending to be soldiers to make trouble, and some places are like Tianying City, where West Asians have already ambushed.

All these undercover agents are all under the orders of the church, and may even be under the control of that priest named Gascon, which...

This hidden danger is too great!
"Burn them all!"

Following the solemn prayer, the long sword in Yang Aoli's hand ignited a fiery holy flame, and the object of the slashing was Han Dongwen's left arm. It was as if he was going to be chopped off like a human stick.

Still pretending to be in pain, still pretending to hold on, Han Dongwen still gritted his teeth and tightened the bleeding, scorching wound, panting heavily and looking at Yang Aoli.

"Crack!"

"Ow—!"

There were several loud noises, and the two turned their heads to look in the direction of Guo Jieke. They saw the giant wolf jumping up and down, and several beams and pillars of the Yihong Building beside them had been broken. It's going down a few floors.

"Sovereign, do something useful, Sect Master!"

A group of players shouted in the audience, Yang Kai was jumping up and down alone, but he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. From time to time, he shot a few streaks of ice from his hands, there were sword arrays, chains, and sledgehammers, but he was always caught The giant wolf was easily knocked into the air, or torn into shreds.

What's more terrible is that this giant wolf has clearly decided to bite and kill Yang Kai, and always seizes every opportunity to attack Yang Kai who is flying in mid-air.

Even though Yang Kai managed to dodge, the whole person is still jumping up and down like a fly avoiding a slap, his back has long been soaked in cold sweat, and his face is full of anxiety and helplessness.

After many fights, he has already discovered a desperate fact - he can't do anything about this strange giant wolf in front of him. If it doesn't attract some of its attention right now, he might be helpless if the Yihong Building is demolished by it .

"Could it be that you still expect Yang Kai to be able to turn the tide?"

Looking in the direction of Yihonglou, Yang Aoli sneered: "Jack and I have known this person's strength for a long time, so you should give up on it."

Han Dongwen looked at Yang Kai who was hiding in the air, his face was ashen and he didn't make a sound.

He thought that Yang Kai was very good, but more or less thought that he could delay a little time.

For a sect like the Han Yingzong, the whole purpose of recruiting disciples is to cultivate disciples who can enter the Judiciary, so as to add some weight to Yang Kai's position in the Judiciary.

If it is an analogy, it is like the training class for professional civil servants. Yang Kai is the founder of this kind of training class, and it is not realistic to count on how capable he is.

but……

But don't be so disheveled!

Han Dongwen scolded Yang Kai angrily in his heart, and turned his head to look at Yang Aoli: "Don't worry, just ask questions, your time is running out."

Yang Aoli grinned, showing a look of disapproval.

But there was still a trace of pain and unwillingness between his brows.

After planning for a long time, even sacrificing Jack, what he got in exchange was a farce. The person he wanted to rescue had already returned to the Principality of West Asia, so wouldn't it be completely meaningless for them to make a fuss here?
That being the case, it is better to end the shepherd's covenant earlier, lead the whole team to fight a bloody path, and evacuate here!

Having made such a decision in his heart, Yang Aoli raised his head suddenly: "Let's ask again, you seem like a person with a lot of questions."

Han Dongwen looked into his eyes and began to think about it.

What information do you have now?

First, the Yin of the Beast was created by the Catholic Church of the Principality of West Asia, and the key figure is a priest named Gascon.

Second, the fanatic organization composed of Simeng orphans, who has cultivated no less than a hundred people, is a force that should not be underestimated.

The wounds on Han Dongwen's left leg and arm were already shocking and horrible. Even if he aimed at the most basic movement like walking, he could only bear another stabbing on his right leg.

This question needs to be carefully considered. Is he asking about his attitude towards the Grand Duke?Or ask him the secret of the Catholic Church?

No, neither will work...

Yang Aoli, who was treated as cannon fodder at the bottom of the church, had very limited access to information.

Under the current situation, he only needs to say "I don't know" to escape the divine punishment of the shepherd's covenant.

"Tell me about a West Asian spy like you, and I ask that this person doesn't know me, my identity, and everything that happened in Aquila City."

Han Dongwen resolutely stood in front of Yang Aoli and stepped forward with his right leg.

"Other people's information?"

Yang Aoli was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, showing a cruel scowl towards Han Dongwen:

"Do you think you can escape? Do you think you can survive to the end?!"

At such a critical moment, Han Dongwen was thinking about catching a fish, which made Yang Aoli feel a kind of humiliation inexplicably. He gritted his teeth and waved a long sword in his hand, pointing at Han Dongwen's The tip of the nose: "Okay, I also ask you a question, who are you, and what benefits will the Grand Duke get after this adultery is done?"

Han Dongwen took a deep breath, and touched the dagger behind him with his intact right arm.

three……

two……

"Bone removal!"

The figures of the two collided like lightning, swords collided, and the sound of the piercing impact fell, and their figures stood at the same place.

Yang Aoli's long sword has penetrated Han Dongwen's right leg from top to bottom. As a result, Han Dongwen could only collapse on Yang Aoli's body, and he supported his weight like a hug.

The figures of the two stood still like statues, Yang Aoli looked up at the sky, and murmured in a daze, "...Yi Xueyin, who lives in Bianzhou, is the most beloved sister of Jack and me in the church... ..."

He looked down at Han Dongwen, his voice gradually weakened: "You...don't, don't hurt her..."

His pupils had already dilated, and his mouth was already panting heavily.

Han Dongwen looked at him silently. Even though he was leaning on Yang Aoli, his only good right hand still clenched the short dagger tightly, and slashed across Yang Aoli's legs.

"Crackling!"

A few muffled sounds came, and the shinbones of Yang Aoli's legs burst, and the skin pierced out from the flesh. Blood burst out from Yang Aoli's thighs like a ring. Immediately, the flesh of his legs broke, and the two of them together Collapsed to the ground.

The effect of the believer's theft occurred, and under the huge increase, Yang Aoli's legs were broken. Even if this place is not the key point, such injuries are still fatal.

Victory and defeat.

Winning or losing on the battlefield is the difference between life and death.

Han Dongwen leaned on Yang Aoli's shoulder, threw away the dagger, grabbed his hair with his right hand slowly and firmly, and approached his ear tiredly and relieved.

"benefit?"

"The Grand Duke will not get any benefits."

"who am I?"

"I'm not from the church, I'm not from the Grand Duke, I'm not from West Asia, I'm not anyone you know."

Han Dongwen paused, and said the last sentence slowly and firmly.

"I am the king of Simeng."

(End of this chapter)