Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 302 On the blood-stained land
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Amanda Range, July.

The sound of the explosion echoed the wailing of the people, and the sound of artillery and gunfire echoed over the mountain town.

The sky is condensed with the light of the morning sun that seems to never go away, and the peaceful city where the ascetic monks gathered in the past was swept by fire and disaster.

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

After five full days of fighting, Feysac's Second Legion finally tore a hole in its defense. Ammunition and artillery were unreservedly scattered on the ground, causing this peaceful small city to collapse instantly in the flames of war.

The second hiding place was discovered, and the gate and the mysterious academic formula on it were cut off by the epee. Panic became the last straw that crushed the small town.People in the shelter began crying, screaming, and begging God for mercy and blessings.People were pushing and shoving wildly, hoping to open a hidden passage in the shelter.But most of them are ordinary people, and the occasional Extraordinary will be attacked immediately. They fight on their own, and in a chaotic situation, they are just pushing others to hit the enemy's blade.

In the shadow of blood and fire, they were more devout than they had ever been in their lives.

But such piety can't be exchanged for anything in the chaotic war. Fusac's soldiers cleaned it up mercilessly. Chopped, the blood made the ground slippery.

A few minutes later, this efficient massacre came to an end. Feysac's fighters began to clean up the battlefield, fumbled for valuable ornaments and brooches from the stumped limbs, put them into the prepared small pockets, and waited for the response of Extraordinary characteristics. Precipitate.

A warrior reached out and pushed back a movable visor, revealing a youthful face.

He took a deep breath of the bloody air, and then quickly started to fan his face with his hands.

Only then did he remember what he had cut off casually just now, what the gun in his hand had hit, those people who could scream and cry just a short moment ago had turned into warm pieces fell at his feet.In a trance, he felt as if he had arrived at the temple that was forever frozen at dusk, where the heroic spirits fought day after day and then died, and were reborn the next day, just like this, fighting forever, with the heroes in history. The heroes hone their martial arts together, waiting for the day when they will go out with the great God of War.

It seems that the sacred hall is not in the sky, but in the world.

Colleagues are rummaging through the corpses for valuables.The neck wearing the necklace was cut off, the finger wearing the ring was cut open, the low laughter of colleagues and the sound of chopping bones and meat with machetes in the meat market were all around.

"Hello, Arnold!"

He is the butcher's child, and there is nothing unacceptable to everything in front of him.But he was lost in thought, and his boss called him twice in a row before he came back to his senses.

The superior handed him a packet of powder and a barrel of oil:

"Go and fix this."

"Yes, sir."

The smell of blood and undead will attract the hyenas of the Church of Evernight, and even increase the combat power of the opponent.Warriors are not good at dealing with spirits, so it is the best way to directly burn the remaining spirits and corpses together.

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

Oil spilled on the faces of those with eyes open or closed, like worms sealed in amber.

After he had spilled the oil on every corner of the shelter, the others were packed up and ready to move on.Arnold returned to the team, only to see the brown-haired chief of staff reach out and pop out a spark, and the fingernail-sized spiritual flame fell to the end of the oil stain.

The underground shelter suddenly burst into flames, devouring the corpse and everything that happened here.

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

As he walked, he suddenly remembered one thing - on a certain night when he was standing guard, he seemed to hear the big shots discussing that since the Amanda Mountains could not be attacked for a long time, he should open up a new route. The long-prepared airship.

The footsteps of the soldiers gradually receded, leaving dense red footprints.

"Hiding in the corpse, waiting for the enemy to leave before crawling out to escape" did not happen, the corpse is still a corpse, lying there quietly, burning quietly, hunters and warriors will not let go of any breath and heartbeat Voice.

……

"The Feysacs are coming in from the side!"

"Fanxing Town was destroyed in the impact!"

"Bishop! Your Excellency! They don't seem to be led by a demigod. We must act as soon as possible before expanding the scope of the invasion!"

There were constant explosions in my ears, and the archbishop wearing a priest's robe embroidered with stars and red moons was already an old man over sixty years old.But he has a demigod's long lifespan and strong vitality, and he won't really make mistakes in decision-making because of old age.

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

"How's the evacuation going on in Tranquil City?"

In front of him, a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his 30s stood up and rubbed his red-gloved hands against each other. This behavior seemed to inject some courage and stability into the red-gloved man.

"The population in Tranquil City has been evacuated, but the military doesn't have an idle train to bring everyone back to the mainland. More than half of the residents are still stranded here, wandering in other nearby cities, Fanxing Town is one of them .”

The red-gloved team leader spoke calmly. There was a dead silence in the church, only the heavy breathing of the wounded could be heard.

The City of Tranquility is named after the "Church of Tranquility" adjacent to the headquarters of the Church of Evernight. It is cold all year round, the supplies are not abundant, and life is very poor, but the people living in the city are satisfied with this.This is a city-state where ascetic monks and pious people gathered spontaneously to develop. Since the Tranquility Church was located here in the early fifth century, the Tranquility City has a traceable history.

The population of Tranquility City is not large, probably only one-tenth of Backlund's or even less.But if there are large-scale casualties among the people here, the crisis of faith is more important than the disaster.

Once the city of tranquility is lost, the Church of Evernight will face the most serious crisis of faith in history.

"Where is His Majesty the Pope?"

The child in his arms was sleeping soundly, and the gray-haired archbishop asked in a low voice as he planted a peaceful dream in the church.

"His Majesty the Pope and the Patriarch of the Church of God of War are still confronting each other." If the two angels on the ground intervene, they, mortals, should withdraw from the battlefield of mythology.The captain of the Red Gloves licked his chapped lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Excellency, we are the closest to Fanxing Town. Before the Second Army completely invades through this gap, we can catch up and wipe them all out here!"

"How many people did they come in?"

The leader of the Red Gloves team showed a happy face: "The vanguard team has a total of about 30 people. The leader seems to be a mid-rank warrior. 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 20 people, and half of the Extraordinary, there must be a high-sequence of the 'Hunter' path hidden inside. Want to To deal with such a force, we must call on the Templar for help."

Vincent's face suddenly changed:

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

The Holy Church is now busy dealing with the high-ranking members of the God of War Church on the main battlefield. The plains in front of the Amanda Mountains have become a meat grinder, and the winding trenches are like blood vessels overflowing with the blood of the enemy and themselves.The battle situation is at a stalemate, and Feysac's army is spreading rumors of royal scandals to sway people's hearts. All the vital forces are on standby on the frontal battlefield, so there is still a chance to take care of the safety of the small flanking cities?

not to mention……

Even the archbishop has received orders to go to more critical battlefields...

Vincent's Adam's Apple rolled. He was also an Extraordinary who grew up in this small town. As long as he could remember, the archbishop had already come to this church.The archbishop is as eternal as the stars and the moon in the scriptures, and he is an irreplaceable pillar for Moon Town.If the archbishop really left here, this small town might soon panic and self-destruct.

God.

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

The archbishop gently shook his arms, and patted the sleeping baby's swaddle with his generous hands.He watched the child's parents grow up, come together under the Goddess's watchful eye, and die separately in war.

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

"Vincent, where are your team members now?"

The restless squad leader raised his head quickly when his name was called.When his eyes made 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, and mobilizing women to sew clothes and prepare food for the soldiers on the front line. The churches in the surrounding cities assisted in holding prayers and requiem ceremonies, and helped fend off deserters around..."

The archbishop listened to these reports with a smile on his face, and nodded to Vincent:
"It is estimated that the assistance from the Holy Church will have to wait for a while. I am going to stop the vanguard from moving forward first."

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

"I am willing! Your Excellency the Archbishop, I am willing!"

Vincent spoke immediately, and he pointed the red moon on his chest, with a smile on his face, as if the haze had been swept away: "Your Excellency, I am willing to fight with you and praise the goddess!"

But at this moment, he already had a death wish in his heart, and he was ready to sacrifice his life for the people of Moon Town—this was his belief, an oath he made under the eyes of the goddess, and now he finally has a way to fulfill it. Chance.Vincent was excited about the upcoming sacrifice, but also vaguely fearful and regretful.

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

Vincent, who was immersed in his own world, suddenly came back to his senses, and he rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Yes, yes, after my fiancée was involved in an extraordinary incident and died unexpectedly... I swear, To be with her forever..."

"Then you can adopt this child."

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

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

Vincent was stunned for a few seconds, then he suddenly understood, took over the heavy swaddle in a different mood, his eyes were a little sour.

"I will, Your Excellency the Archbishop."

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

616
The war was raging on the edge of the border, but it hadn't directly affected the lives of the upper class in Backlund.

7:30 p.m., 39 Berklund Street, House of Councilor Macht.

Klein in a tuxedo stepped out of the carriage and fastened the buttons of his clothes. Against the backdrop of the fountain of lights, he entered the foyer and saw Morrie Macht in an olive green military uniform with an orange ribbon and a battle medal.

Combined with the ongoing war, Klein couldn't help but diverge his thinking—if the war situation continues to deteriorate, will Congressman Macht and those veterans in the club who have made meritorious service in East Balam return to the army?
After a brief exchange of greetings with Mrs. Liana, Klein looked at Congressman Macht.

Councilor Macht thinks that Dawn Dantès, who was able to successfully arrive at the Southern Continent and return in good health, possesses energy beyond his imagination in the Southern Continent, and it is worth risking some nobles' resentment to keep making friends. This is also the current consensus of many people. Many people want to use Dwayne Dantès' relationship to gain more connections.So, after looking at each other with a smile, he took the initiative to step forward, gave him a hug, and said in a low voice:
"Thanks a lot."

The report he submitted to the Dark Saint flashed through Klein's mind, he nodded with a smile, and asked:
"Do you still like the gift?"

He was referring to the bottle of valley wine that can be used for sour cocktails. Although it claimed to be a local specialty bought on the road in the southern continent, it was actually just bought yesterday.

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

"It's great, that's the taste I miss." Councilor Macht said sincerely.

Klein was about to enter the hall, but realized something was wrong. He glanced at it casually, and asked slightly puzzled:
"Miss Hazel is not here?"

……

On the outskirts of the North District, in a sparse forest.

Leonard stretched out his right hand and held down a transparent and blurred wolf figure.

The wild wolf whimpered, and the burning fire in its eyes gradually faded and returned to normal.

Its figure faded and collapsed, and disappeared into the wind, but it no longer felt violent and bloodthirsty, peaceful and calm.

After the matter of Ince Zangwill was completely over, as a member who made some contributions, Leonard got a promotion position-but Leonard didn't feel that he was ready to go further. Preparations, it seems that the meritorious service has not been accumulated enough, but he does not intend to refuse, and guesses that this time the extraordinarily generous reward will be prepared by the church before the war.

It is always good to have stronger power, and it is also convenient when escaping.

Regardless of whether he is prepared to leave the church or not, Leonard does not intend to do anything to his companions.

Just after "pacifying" the wolf's ghost, a boundless gray mist suddenly appeared in front of Leonard's eyes, and the prayer of "The World" Gehrman Sparrow immediately echoed in his ears.

"The Blasphemer" Amon's new whereabouts, he is still in Backlund..." Leonard's eyelids twitched, and his whole state tensed up.

Because Mister Fool had an order, he said without hesitation in a low voice:
"Old man, did you see anything just now? Did you hear that?"

Pales Zarathustra's slightly old voice sounded immediately:

"No."

"Although I noticed something abnormal, I didn't see or hear anything, unless you let me parasitize at a deeper level and directly grasp your astral body."

Of course not!Isn't that putting my life in your hands?Hey, wait a minute, so Mister Fool's response was realized through the astral body... Leonard thought for a while, and then said with some words:
"Old man, Klein told me something through Mister Fool, saying that he had discovered a new trace of Amon, and asked me to go to Mister Fool's country to discuss this issue."

"What advice do you have?"

Leonard couldn't help scratching his head: "...Old man, have you ever had a loved one? Will you convey all the big and small things to him as soon as possible?"

Pales Zarathustra was silent for a few seconds, and sighed:

"I did, and I did, love them, but not to the point of doing anything for them in the first place."

He didn't say more on this topic, and returned to Amon: "If he wants to deal with Amon's clone in Backlund, tell him, unless there is a secret protection, otherwise, you know the consequences."

The old man took the initiative to say this and gave the prerequisites, meaning that there is really a secret blessing, and he is willing to cooperate?Leonard's heart moved, he immediately found a dark corner, and prayed to tell "The World" Klein that he could do it now.

As for whether it would be dangerous to lose control of his body in the suburbs, Leonard wasn't worried, because he still had an angel of the "thief" path in his body.

Not long after, a crimson tide gushed out in front of his eyes, submerging him at once.

How many minutes have passed?The speed of the response was beyond imagination... Leonard couldn't help but think for a moment when he was flooded by the light.

TBC
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*Skip Klein and Amon's first meeting and Jacob's descendant's death.

The transliteration of "Morning" Amanecer in Spanish is similar to "Amanda".

It's strange, why the Goddess of the Night Goddess is near the mountain range named "Dawn". Could it be that this place originally belonged to giants?

(End of this chapter)