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

Chapter 303
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Inside the majestic and majestic palace above the gray mist beyond the horizon.

As soon as the figure of Leonard Mitchell appeared on the side of the long bronze table, he subconsciously stood up, wanting to salute Mister Fool.

However, he glanced over and found that the seat was empty and no one was seated.

Mister Fool isn't here usually?With a flash of thought, Leonard cast his gaze at the bottom of the mottled long table.

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

"...Since it's just the two of us, there's no need to deliberately use the image of Gehrman Sparrow." Leonard said casually to "The World" as he sat down again.

At the same time, he quickly thought about it: Since Mister Fool is not usually around, how did he and Klein come one after the other so quickly?It can't be that "The Fool" brought Klein and then left before I came up, right?

Or is it that Klein actually has the ability to bring people up?Is this special for those favored by the gods, the authority granted by God?

There are tricks.

"Get used to it." Klein responded briefly.

Leonard couldn't help but look at the cold, introverted and unmoved Gehrman Sparrow. Although he felt that this person who might be favored by two gods didn't need to remind himself, he still hesitated to speak:
"Klein, your current appearance is in line with the image of Gehrman Sparrow in the outside world. Your performance is very good, but you must remember that you are only acting, and don't be lost by the identity you play."

Acting?In such a comparison, the grandfather on Leonard is much more kind than the "teacher" of Ms. Hazel who was parasitic on the mouse. The latter hardly taught anything, and even if he did, it was distorted knowledge. It's obviously a conspiracy, death is not a pity... Klein was really just used to it, but now he is really embarrassed to change back after being praised so much, so he asked casually:
"Is the act of acting and 'just playing' also what Pallez Zoroaster told you?"

"Yes." Leonard responded frankly.

After chatting for a few words, Leonard ended the greetings and turned to the topic:

"Where did you find the new trace of Amon the Blasphemer?"

Klein picked up the point and said:
"I was tracking a demigod of the 'Thief' path that was close to getting out of control, but I ran into Amon on the outskirts of Backlund, so I had to rely on Mister Fool's power to escape directly..."

……

It was late at night, and Feysac's warriors set up a bonfire, and boiled dried vegetables and compressed biscuits in the pot.

The aroma of dinner permeated the cleaned houses. Books and scriptures were burning in the fire. The blazing fire reflected the statues of the saints of the Church of Evernight and the paintings of myths and allusions in the houses, illuminating a whole Both blue eyes from high latitudes.

"It's not as good as my jerky."

The brown-haired chief of staff drank the dry rations soaked in water, and the pickles he brought with him loudly commented on the taste of the dry rations rationed by the troops, and then took out a small packet from his arms under the envious or jealous eyes of everyone. Fragrant cured meat.He tore off a strip the size of his little finger, put it into the porridge made from compressed biscuits in front of everyone, and made an exaggerated tsk-tsk sound.

The first level of the official rank crushed people, 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 discuss the flavors of each other's hometown with great interest.Arnold sat on the outskirts of the crowd, and he wasn't very talkative, and he didn't talk to people very often.But after drinking the last mouthful of thick porridge in the tin bowl in his hand, the colleague beside him smiled and turned to him and asked:

"My hometown is on the east side of the empire, very close to the sea of ​​white whales. There are many flavors of whale meat products, whale oil with many uses, and delicious bacon and seafood soup! I am coming out this time, my wife They also brought me delicious dried seafood, how about you, Arnold?"

The other person also turned his face and asked loudly: "I don't seem to have heard you mention your family much!"

"My home is near Jianhai, and I also have cheap seafood and fresh fruits. I do some simple businesses at home..."

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

He immediately grasped the hilt of the sword and the firecracker around his waist, and saw that the room suddenly went dark, and the bright bonfire suddenly went out. People sat around the extinguished fire strangely, with their backs to him, leaving behind a An eerie silence.

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

"God..."

He suddenly understood something, his hands and feet trembled violently, although he held the weapon, his legs seemed to have lost all strength, and he couldn't even stand up, the drawn weapon fell to the ground with a crisp sound sound.In his field of vision, those companions who turned their backs to him suddenly turned their heads, revealing faces with pale faces and blood-red lips, as if they had turned into undead in an instant!

Then, he noticed a figure flashing behind him.

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

The temperature and light instantly illuminated everything around him. Only then did he look back, and saw a black-haired, middle-aged man with a typical Loen appearance who had arrived behind him at some point, wearing a scarlet as blood He held a bloody dagger in his hand.

Arnold pulled out his firecracker and fired two shots in a row, but the figure of the middle-aged man disappeared in an instant, and the bullet shattered the glass picture frame on the wall.

"Enemy attack!"

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

The chief of staff was still holding unfinished porridge with a stick of bacon in it. He drank most of the steaming porridge in one gulp, glanced at everyone in the room, and clicked his tongue displeased With a sound.

"Send a signal to the Legion."

He opened his mouth in a low voice, not knowing who to tell: "I'm hooked."

Arnold took a deep breath, he wanted to stand up with the others, but suddenly felt something heavy on his legs - he lowered his head, only to see a continuous A wound that bleeds outward.

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

Arnold's eyes widened slightly, but having experienced the baptism of war, he was able to accept all this calmly.He took a step back, knelt down, held the holy emblem of the God of War, and chanted in a low voice, doing a simple requiem for the dead.Others squatted down in silence after he was done, and deftly removed the weapons and equipment from their dead companions, as well as some dried food, and a photo of a young woman.

"He didn't die in heroic battle..."

"He lives in the east. Is there any fellow countryman who can bring the relics back?"

The others exchanged glances and whispered in complicated moods.

"It's getting dark, we must raise our vigilance to the highest level!"

"We are here to explore the way, without backup, even if you die here, no one will collect your body!"

"Keep your eyes wide open, don't doze off, the cunning followers of the evil night god don't need 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 receive their souls."

Then, he pulled out the big sword behind his back and thrust it into the ground. The bright morning light suddenly illuminated the whole house and built a barrier.

……

"Nightmare" was forced to retreat by the dawn, and in a small corner far away from the stronghold of Feysac's army, Vincent, who was hiding in the darkness and praying, opened his eyes, stood up, and sighed angrily:

"Only killed two."

He was very depressed.In the absence of a large force from the rear, it is highly likely that the Holy Church will find it difficult to respond to the guerrilla harassment they encountered, and they can only solve it by 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. No matter how bad it is, the opponent's combat power must be gradually reduced so that they will not attack immediately.Without killing more than five low-sequences at once, this sneak attack will end in failure.For the rest of the night, Feysac's soldiers probably wouldn't close their eyes again, and the success rate of the assassination dropped significantly.

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

The gray-haired archbishop reassured his juniors: "Hidden, we want to prevent them from moving on."

Vincent was about to nod, when suddenly, the surrounding environment lit up instantly, and blazing flames erupted in the town, illuminating half of the night sky.

The source of the flames was the small church. The Church of the Night in Fanxing Town was engulfed in white flames, and the gauze curtain embroidered with the Holy Emblem of the Night was completely burned.

The knife-like cold wind spread the flames in the town. The blazing flames continued to burst, the fire rain scattered, and the burning sparks exploded in all directions, gradually igniting the entire deserted city.

The fires in the city did not have the momentum to go out, they continued to burn until the entire city was turned into a torch in the dark.

"Hey, hello, is there anyone, audition!"

Suddenly, a voice was amplified by the loudspeaker, and came from the direction of the Feysac vanguard stronghold:

"Members of the Evernight Church in the city, can you hear me? Please put down your weapons and don't be nervous."

The sound reveals where they are now, they are still there, not relocated!Vincent and the archbishop looked at each other, the archbishop made a gesture, and then his body gradually disappeared and faded into the spirit world.

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

The voice coughed a few times, cleared its throat, and continued:

"Excuse me, is the honorable Lord St. Gallian here? We have heard about your deeds, and we know that you are an upright, kind, and kind person. Although you are an enemy, we also respect the pagan saint. "

It's just a lie!Reminiscent of the experience that heretics would receive in Feysac, Vincent sneered at this sentence.

"We come for peace!"

The person who shouted was chattering endlessly:
"Perhaps you don't know that the 'big smog' incident in your country was arranged by the king. He brutally killed his own people, but your church was indifferent! Shouldn't you rebel against the royal family for the sake of the people? For peace , For the sake of human rights, and to help the people of Loen escape from the king's control, we have come to the Amanda Mountains. If you are willing to talk to us, we can promise not to harm the surrounding towns..."

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

Vincent couldn't stand it anymore. In order to refute the opponent, and to continue to stabilize the enemy so that the archbishop could move smoothly, he summoned a spirit body and shouted in another direction far away from him:

"When you slaughtered our people, did you also use the banner of peace and human rights!"

"Of course." The hunter who shouted didn't seem ashamed at all, "Because they attacked us first..."

Before the end of this sentence fell, before Vincent couldn't help scolding the other party for being shameless again, the sky suddenly darkened.The blackness was extremely sudden and fast, and the blazing flames all over the city disappeared in an instant, as if someone had turned off all the lights in the city!
A smile appeared on Vincent's face, but the next moment, he keenly heard some strange voices suddenly appearing here.

No... it didn't appear suddenly, they had already arrived here, only to be covered by the sound of the horn!

He raised his head, and although he couldn't see anything except the stars and the night sky, he could feel something unknown hidden behind it.

They have already come to the sky above Tranquil City, and are accumulating strength in the dark, waiting for the moment of eruption.

……

"Damn!"

The chief of staff's expression changed suddenly, and the moment he felt drowsy, he immediately reached out and pinched his waist hard, using the pain to stay awake, but his subordinates didn't react so quickly, and they were in a panic. fell down.Their breathing gradually became weak, their expressions were ferocious, and they were about to die one by one in their sleep.

Only the vanguard captain of Sequence 5 was still standing beside him, crumbling.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, the pendant on his chest glowed red, and the scalding temperature made him awake for a while.But he still fell asleep uncontrollably, and someone whispered in his ears. At first it was the generous voice of an old man, but the next moment it turned into the calling and laughter of his long-absent wife.There was a loud bang in my ear, probably because the captain of the vanguard couldn't hold it anymore and fell down.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, but saw his wife appearing in front of him, reaching out to caress his face.

click.

He pressed the gun to his jaw in a dream.

"damn it!!"

The chief of staff managed to maintain a half-conscious mind, gradually unable to tell whether it was his wife's hand or his own gun that was pressed against his jaw.He leaned on the pagan saint whom he had never met with what he had learned all his life after becoming a provocateur, and at the same time, with the last strength and sobriety, he drew out the dagger at his waist and slashed at the false wife in front of him.

Suicide is the most despised way of death besides dying of old age peacefully in bed, even if you die, you have to die with some dignity!
The metal slashed, and the phantom of his wife in front of him was cut off in an instant, and at the same time, the continuous drowsiness was cut off.

The chief of staff suddenly woke up, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, and the charm hanging on his chest was also burned out.He was stunned for a moment, never thought that he had such a powerful ability, and was able to escape from the targeted assassination of a demigod. He quickly removed the gun resting on his jaw, looked at The sword in his hand, but it didn't feel like he was cutting anything.

Then, the chief of staff found that the roof of the house was missing, the cold wind was blowing directly in his face, and the starry night sky was overhead.

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

He finally noticed that the light of dawn suddenly illuminated this place again at some point. The giant sword in the hands of that unsociable, young and pious young soldier shone with a light that was more than ten times brighter than that of the vanguard captain. The surrounding soldiers They were waking up from their nightmares.

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

In a team of about 30 people, more than half of them are Extraordinary, the first reaction of the tense Loen people in the war must be that there is a high-sequence hunter to lead them.

But in fact, the chief of staff is just a Sequence 6 with a demigod spell.

He was asked to behave like a hunter and demigod, such as pretending to have a spiritual connection, not only to speak into the air from time to time to pretend to be profound, but also to lead the highest sequence 5 troops through a small gap without fear, Breaking away from the large troops of the Second Legion, as the pioneers of pathfinding—or death squads—arrogantly entered the periphery of the quiet city.

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

Arnold raised his broadsword aloft like a bright torch.The enemy is nearby, but he doesn't seem to be in a hurry to attack.

Following his movements, the others couldn't help raising their heads, trying to see something from the sky——

I saw that the starry sky suddenly trembled, and the blazing light fell from the sky like meteors, one after another, destroying everything around the landing point like cannonballs.

The flames tore apart the silent night.

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

On the huge balloon of the airship, the emblem of the Einhorn royal family of the Feysac Empire and a bright red number "2" are drawn.

The chief of staff reached out to hold his hat to prevent it from leaving with the evening wind of the Amanda Mountains, and the smile on his face grew wider and wider.

"Stable!"

He cheered in his heart, but his hands and feet were still trembling: "This time the bet is worth it! The chance of promotion is stable!"

Hunters rely on troops and subordinates to fight, but fighters don't!
"The last saint on the outskirts of Tranquil City is here."

Arnold blinked his eyes, as if he was talking to someone: "Don't let him leave alive. As long as he is dead, we can attack directly outside the city. As long as we are fast enough, we can be caught off guard and cooperate with the first Legion, raid the army on the front line of Loen from the side."

"Didn't you make a bet before? Can you break through the defense line of the Amanda Mountains before His Royal Highness Ahomatowa arrives?"

"Continuing to clean up the town will also damage our reputation, now that the gap has been opened, don't waste this opportunity."

"Ah."

He smiled, with the candor of a young man and the cruelty of a soldier in his smile: "After all, we are here to help Ruen righteously."

The young demigod scanned the distant sky, and two dark green symbols appeared in the transparent blue pupils.

"Pagan saints!"

He shouted: "Drop your arms! For your people!"

The sky as bright as day did not last long. The propeller of the huge military airship seemed to be tripped by something suddenly, and began to tilt sideways - two unlucky people fell into it with a sprained foot. In the propeller, their bodies and clothes completely hanged the rotating precision structure, and the airship had to temporarily find a place to make an emergency landing for maintenance.

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

"You massacred our compatriots, broke our peace, and said you came in 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 Watchman" and perhaps the help of the sealed item, the sneak attack just now did not cause too much damage to him:
"Will the God of War welcome people who tell lies into his kingdom? Is he such an evil god?"

Arnold nodded slightly:
"Absolutely not. Feysac was born in cold winter and died in fire. Death in battle is our blessing and peace of mind. The correctness of war is always in the hands of great gods and victors. Pagan saints, you Are you stalling for time to let your subordinates escape?"

The moment he finished speaking, Arnold turned his head slightly to look at a certain corner of the city that was gradually being reduced to ruins. The dark green symbol seemed to see through the concealment imposed by the archbishop, and a figure slowly appeared in the field of vision.Vincent in the dark saw those eyes looking at him, giving him the feeling that the two were looking at each other.He didn't know if the other party saw his eyes, but he had been spotted!
"only one person."

After Arnold finished speaking, he suddenly pulled away his tightly wrapped coat, and poured the whole bottle of ointment on the broadsword.

The ointment filled the inscription on the sword, emitting a faint golden light.

With a slight movement of his wrist, like a child holding a toy wooden sword, he waved a faintly shining air.

Vincent immediately sounded the alarm. The attack deviated strangely as soon as he left his hand, but it still blocked all his evasion directions. He had to continuously summon spirit bodies to resist the damage.

In less than a second, he was sent flying out by the huge impact, and several spirit bodies in front of him were chopped into pieces by the silver-white knife light.

The strong blade wind still hit him even though he was tilted by half, and he lost all consciousness in an instant.

The body was thrown high and slammed into a piece of ruins, leaving bright red marks on the black and white gravel and bricks.

The numbness gradually faded away, the severe pain was released explosively from every cell, and the limbs lost control in the severe pain.He coughed up blood, convulsed violently, and tried to stand up, but a casual blow from the demigod seemed to break several bones in his body.Hands and feet are completely out of control.Vincent struggled to get his head to his chest pocket, bit the button with trembling teeth, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, bit the cork of the bottle and swallowed it with his head up.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain finally subsided, and he gradually recovered the position of his hands and feet, and the noisy buzzing in his ears also gradually weakened.Only his vision was still bright red, he blinked vigorously, and washed away the blood that flowed into his eyes with physiological tears.

"stand up!"

The archbishop's shout echoed in his ears, Vincent's eyes were filled with tears, he saw the light of dawn and the black night sky alternate frequently in the sky, and the golden sword light occasionally cut through the sky, revealing the real night sky clouds in the.Fusac's fighters were hiding in the corner, and someone suddenly closed his eyes. If the companions around him didn't wake him up immediately, he would immediately die in a nightmare with a grim face.

"stand up!"

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

The archbishop was roaring in his ear, and Vincent had tried his best just to get up from the rubble.

Towns... There are nearly [-] people in the towns waiting to be evacuated!If he dies here, they will all be killed by the approaching Feysacs unconsciously... Vincent took a deep breath, propping up the ground with his exhausted hands, and walking while leaning on the ruins , After walking for a long time, he stood up with difficulty under the support of the spirit.

There were large chaotic patches of color and snowflakes in front of him, and his hearing had not yet recovered, as if countless voices exploded in his ears, forming a crazy tune.It seems to be the shouts of people, the roar of artillery fire, and the hymns sung by the archbishop. He can even feel the real feeling from these sounds-when the artillery fire sounds, the ground under his feet begins to tremble violently, and he Stinging pains in different parts of his body also began to appear.

Vincent's mind was muddled, and he was dragged forward by a spirit body like a dead person, and all he could see were ruins.Shrapnel and gravel were embedded in his body, and the blood flow continued, but the medicine he had taken before was constantly recovering him, regenerating his flesh and blood, and pushing out these foreign objects.

Ammunition and fire rained across the field of vision ahead, and the whole world was ablaze.

For a moment, he felt that he had fallen into "hell", or maybe it was just that this world was slowly merging with hell.

He seemed to be running, but also seemed to be just wriggling on the ground.

After a long time, an ammunition just landed near him, and Ling was annihilated in the shock wave without a word, and he also 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 session.

Ah, this time the Tarot Club is a concerted effort to imprison a defrauded vampire in the Harvest Church.

(End of this chapter)