For them, I believe in superior firepower

Chapter 37 Attacking the enemy army at night, frustrating its spirit!
"What's going on? Didn't you tell you to guard against night raids and maintain order? Why is it still like this?!" The thieves' camp was in chaos for a while before the hooded man appeared from a remote small tent and took the thieves under his command. The leader called to inquire about the situation.

For some reason, he looked outrageous, and even the usual gloomy feeling was diluted a lot.

But the camp of thieves is dry, and there are too many things that can be ignited, the fire has gradually spread.

In the entire camp, there were shouts and shouts everywhere, which sounded extremely chaotic.

"My lord, there was indeed a night attack, but the other party just fired three cold shots and pierced our lighting barrel."

One of the leaders in charge of the night watch was already devastated by the spreading fire, and now he was even more terrified by the man's reaction, "Please rest assured, I will put out the fire as soon as possible, so that it won't affect you..."

After speaking, fearing that he would be punished by the man, he hurried to the place where the fire was most serious.

The man took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger and discomfort.

He was still in contact with the superiors of the Holy Church just now to ensure absolute secrecy.

But this required an extremely quiet meditation environment, but the commotion in the camp forced him to cut off contact directly, and even suffered backlash because of this, causing the holy light in his body to begin to surge.

The next moment, another "bang" sounded.

The man watched helplessly the leader of the thieves in front of him, the "throne" pathway, the "mob" of Sequence Nine, and just fell forward, lying on the ground.

It was as if...he was just asleep.

However, the bright red blood on the side of the thief leader's forehead, as well as his unwilling, wide-eyed eyes, all showed one thing.

he died.

A "mob" of Sequence Nine was killed by a musket just like that.

For a moment, even the man, as a Sequence Seven of the "God" pathway, a "martyr", felt a little worried for a while.

It was easy to kill Sequence Nine, but to be killed silently like this was definitely not something easy to accept.

With extreme vigilance, the man darted around at the fastest speed and came to the big tent of the camp - he had to gather other bandit leaders, let some of them control the situation of the camp, and some of them went out of the camp to search the surroundings immediately to find the assailant .

Only in this way can he blend in and minimize the possibility of being attacked.

"Manson, go and call the other bosses here, immediately!" As soon as he entered the big tent, the man saw Eagle-eyed Manson trembling in the tent.

It was the leader that Garen had muttered about earlier.

"But, my lord, I also saw Heath was killed just now, I'm afraid..." Hawkeye Manson replied tremblingly, without moving immediately.

Hiss was the leader of the thieves who was in charge of night duty but was shot dead just now.

While a capable person like Hiss could be killed with a single shot, a non-powered person like Hawkeye Manson would naturally tremble with fear.

After all, there are very few gangsters who really lick blood with the tip of a knife and don't even want their lives.

"Call them here." The man's pressure gradually rose.

Hawkeye Manson looked at the man, feeling that if he didn't move, he would be killed on the spot the next moment.

He could only stumble to his feet and rush out in a hurry.

Sitting in the tent, the man took another deep breath, but the anger in his eyes could not disappear.

The fire in the camp was trivial, and his injury was only minor, but whether he could listen to Cardinal Helmut's teachings was what really made him furious!

Fortunately, Hawkeye Manson seemed to be lucky, and he moved very quickly, but in a short while, four or five bandit leaders were dragged in, and the rest of the bandit leaders were rushing into the camp.

"Time is running out, you four, immediately lead people to control the fire, and restore order in the camp at any cost!" The man ordered in a deep voice.

The four leaders froze all over.

This order seemed to be imprinted in his mind. If he didn't execute it, he would be repeated endlessly, making life worse than death.

"Yes, my lord!" In desperation, the four of them could only simply say yes, and turned around to leave.

At this moment, two or three bandit leaders opened the curtain at the same time, ready to enter.

One of the bandit leaders suddenly cursed, "What the hell, hit me on the head?"

Including this person, the other bandit leaders around him also looked over subconsciously.

I saw an oval silver ball lying on the ground, and a hole was broken at the top of it, and spiritual energy fluctuations appeared faintly in it.

"This shell...seems to be made of Mithril? It also has psychic fluctuations? Good stuff?" One of the well-informed ones took the oval ball in his hand and played with it twice.

"Bring the things here and let me have a look." The man in the tent leader saw that these bandit leaders gathered, but he didn't want to leave the tent, so he simply ordered.

"Uh...yes, my lord..." The thief holding the silver ball was unwilling, but he could only turn around and was about to walk towards the man.

……

outside the tent.

"Five, four..."

"Little friend, what are you counting?" Monroe looked at Xia En counting down with his fingers, a little strange.

He had already seen Xia En's marksmanship, and was quite impressed.

And just now when Xia En broke off the handle on the small ball and threw the small ball onto the big tent, he was only puzzled.

"three two……"

Sean turned his head, looked at Monroe, and showed a smile, "I'm waiting for a grand fireworks, Mr. Monroe,"

"one."

"Boom!!!" There seemed to be a sudden thunder in the sky, reverberating throughout the thieves' camp.

Almost all the thieves in the camp were shocked by the sound, and fell into a momentary state of trance.

Those who were less lucky, or those who were a little closer to the center of the sound, had blood dripping from their ear holes.

And as for the center of the sound, the big tent in the bandit camp...

The entire big tent has been completely torn apart, and the fragments are scattered all over the sky, accompanied by fragments of ice edges, fine steel, mithril, and burnt marks of gunpowder.

And as for the people in the tent...

Only two or three of the thieves standing in a crowd were still crumbling, and with the help of their own abilities, they teamed up to resist the storm that was close at hand.

The rest, covered in blood holes, lay on the ground without making a sound.

The one in the best condition is the man in the hood... no, right now he can't even be called the man in the hood.

Because his cloak and hood had been completely torn apart by the storm just now, revealing his messy golden hair, golden eyes, and high nose bridge.

Without a doubt, this is the most common look of the Holy Kingdom.

Seeing this scene, Sean gasped and wanted Monroe to take him away.

But his movements stopped suddenly when he saw the movement on the other side, or an approaching figure.

Those figures, or the one at the front...

He is very familiar.

(End of this chapter)