Chapter 306 Succession

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The evening wind in the Amanda Mountains continuously carries the snowflakes on the mountain tops. In the past, you could still hear the voices of the ascetics reciting holy scriptures and singing hymns, but tonight, the only sound that came with the wind was the sound of artillery. .

Vincent looked at the child who was sleeping peacefully in the hands of a stranger. He wanted to find some shadows of his two old friends in it, but looking at it, he felt that the child looked a little like her except that he was very nervous. Apart from the mother, there are not many other physical features that can be seen.

“Her mother was a church extraordinaire and her father was the town recordkeeper.”

"When they got married, I sat in the front row. They once said that when this child was baptized, I would be the godfather..."

The nervous laughter gradually stopped, and the human memories came back bit by bit. Vincent's arched back slowly stood up straight, but the short wolf hair on his body and face did not fade away.

Vincent stretched out his hand, covered his scarf back, and looked at Edward seriously.

"I don't need your help."

"At the same time, I won't help you."

Edward blinked, with a hint of confusion in his polite smile: "Why? Your mission is over. You have protected the people you want to protect. As a matter of fact, you can go back to the rear and rest."

"No reason."

Vincent looked at Edward: "Because you are a devil, isn't it natural that you won't make a deal with the devil?"

Wow. As if glass was shattered, Vincent raised his head, his ferocious front paws scratching deep marks on the ground.

He did not turn back into a human being. The little bit of human will he had was quickly being swallowed up by crazy instincts. He still looked like a half-wolf, half-human creature with a terrifying appearance. A huge shadow shrouded the demon, and his aberrations His teeth are about the same size as those of a swaddled child.

"I don't need your help, demon!"

The human who was once Vincent looked at the dirty red cloth wrapped around his front paws, and some struggle and human emotions once again appeared in his eyes filled with madness. The completely mutated vocal cords could no longer speak human language, so he roared viciously at Edward twice. The wind was so powerful that the wind made Edward's clothes rustle and his hat almost flew away.

But he frightened the sleeping baby awake. The child waved her little fists angrily, opened her eyes and looked at the culprit who had woken her sweet dream, and then burst into tears without understanding the atmosphere. I don’t know if I was intoxicated by the smell of the demon wolf or frightened by the appearance of the demon wolf.

The demon wolf glanced at the child, turned around and left without looking back.

Let's go, it's time to go.

Finally, hold on for the last time and recall some good things.

The remnants of the human being named Vincent caused a tear to fall from the corner of the monster's eye, which was quickly dried by the wind.

Snowflakes fell rustling along the way, and a thin layer of snow fell on Edward's hat and shoulders. He perfunctorily coaxed the little girl who was still crying and trying to grab his hair, and then used his free hand to coax him. I dusted off the snowflakes and dust on my clothes.

"...Really, I thought that after becoming a god, my eloquence would actually diminish."

Edward smiled and sighed, and walked forward along the messy wolf paw prints. Vincent's goal was the town where the Archbishop and Saint Feysac were fighting, and Edward was also interested in going there, just to witness this. A brilliant ending to the Red Gloves.

Well, that's definitely the end.

"There are not many people who can directly reject me. For this alone, your adoptive father is worthy of praise." Edward said to the little girl, "You must never be like your adoptive father in the future, who has too high a sense of morality but is not strong enough." People will suffer big losses in the future.”

The little baby who had just finished crying looked at Him with tears on his face, and reached out to grab the lint on Edward's collar.

…

The singing roar gradually disappeared with the wind, and no more spirits or spiritual creatures were summoned.

Only the blazing white flames still burned quietly in the ruins, and the starry night sky slowly dispersed, revealing the real sky full of clouds. The light of the red moon faintly fell from the clouds, and the entire land seemed to be soaked in blood. So bright red.

The giant demon hunter did not dare to be careless. He had already experienced the strength and obsession of this hostile saint. The wounds that healed faster and faster showed Arnold's gradual decline. He was like a solid arm made of blue-black stone that tightly stuck the giant wolf's throat. He withstood countless waves of crazy dreams and bombardments of bad luck, and was slightly better in the wrestling between mythical creatures.

Two huge mythical creatures faced off for a long time like real sculptures. This scene was like a portrayal of myth, but no one in the audience dared to open their eyes to witness it.

Finally, there was no more heartbeat in the giant wolf's chest. This demonic wolf whose vitality was beyond imagination was finally defeated by him.

After another full twenty seconds, Arnold was stuck at the limit of entering a "dangerous state" and released the mythical creature form. His body gradually shrank, and the various mysteries that could not be seen directly were hidden under the skin again, and the huge vertical eyes It also separated again and became a normal human eye. He stood up, took a few steps uncomfortably, and then looked at the huge corpse lying next to him.

The old demon wolf fell to the ground, and its body shrank slightly. It seemed to be changing from a mythical creature back to a human, but because the body was completely out of control, it was stuck in a certain stage between human and demon wolf.

"call……"

Arnold finally relaxed. He knelt on the ground and used his own blood to draw a simple holy emblem of the Church of the Night on the demon wolf's body.

"Valiant warrior, may your spirit ascend to the heaven of stars."

He simply sat down cross-legged, adjusted his breathing, and thought about his next move.

Fanxing Town has been completely destroyed and it is impossible to build any useful defenses. Such a big movement will definitely attract the attention of the Church of the Night headquarters. After this gap is noticed, they will try to attack through these small gaps. It's difficult.

We have to strike while the iron is hot and move forward quickly...

After resting for a few minutes, Arnold stood up again. The dead demonic wolf next to him had begun to emit extraordinary properties. Many starlight-like substances gathered somewhere beside it, gradually converging into a peaceful thing.

Arnold ignored his trophies for the time being. He tilted his head and waited for his ears to automatically repair.

During the battle with the crazy mythical creatures, he pierced his eardrums to prevent the songs from affecting him to the greatest extent.

Unknowingly, he heard the sound of howling wind and snow again. This sound was somewhat similar to the snowfield in the north of the Fusac Empire, but much softer. He listened in rapt attention for a while, then suddenly frowned and suddenly He looked down the mountain to the southwest.

I saw a long steam train passing on the rails below. There was a faint warm yellow light in the carriage, and yellow and white mist spewed out of the front chimney. The train quickly drove into the distance, like a train circling along a mountain road. The retreating snake.

Arnold turned his head subconsciously and looked at the open space outside the city where the airship had crash-landed.

The hunters, who were shaken by the battle between the demigods, were reorganizing their formation. As long as the airship rose again, they would immediately notice the escaping steam train below.

Want to take action?

Arnold turned his head hesitantly and looked at the corpse of the demon wolf lying on the ground.

When the Fusac Empire did not have enough resources to feed all its citizens, fights between tribes in cities and distant plains were very common. Tribes also welcomed battles because stronger leaders and soldiers could lead more people to survive. Go down. At the same time, the winning tribe must generously accept the people of the defeated tribe and treat them as its own people.

Killing - killing them all is also possible, this was understandable hundreds of years ago, but such a tribe and its leader would not last long, and people would band together to bring them down.

This is the origin of the Fusac people's tradition of wariness and unity. In a relatively harsh environment, only a broad-minded leader can allow the tribe to continue to expand, and allow everyone to use their strength in one place, so that more people can Survive.

As a tribute to the honorable warrior, Arnold was in favor of letting go of the people protected by Galian, but now his hands were held down and he couldn't lift any of them. He even subconsciously made a touch pen. The action of the sword.

If these people returned to a safe place alive, they would definitely convey what the Fusac people had done in the Amanda Mountains.

Although Arnold didn't know how much they knew about the war, and he didn't know that they actually didn't know how dangerous the situation was, let alone the public opinion caused by the war, he instinctively felt that these people should not be let back, otherwise they would bring trouble to the country. and influence the church.

But he also sincerely respected the dead pagan saints. The unique pride of a warrior was mixed with military affairs, and he hesitated for a moment.

"...raise the airship again!"

After silence, Arnold shouted an order to the hunter team in the distance.

He didn't hear the hunters' reply, but he saw the hunters dancing on the spot to show that they heard the order, and quickly lined up back to the airship. Soon, the balloon began to inflate, and the weather-beaten propellers began to rotate again.

After shouting these words, Arnold let out a long sigh and looked extremely tired.

He sat down on the ground slumped, the cold snowy wind blew over his cheeks, and his cheeks and back were heated with guilt.

We have already participated in the war, we have come this far, and there is no way back, right?

It was just the dignity and pride of a warrior that made him feel ashamed to face the dead pagan saint. He turned around and saw that the dark blue eyes of the dead demon wolf were wide open due to suffocation, as if he was also staring at him fiercely.

He was immersed in his own thoughts, and apart from the sound of the wind, there was only the crackling sound of fire burning wood.

Arnold was thinking, thinking, and was startled by a wolf howl that cut through the night sky unprepared.

He suddenly realized something and stood up. He saw a strange creature running on all fours like a wolf from a distance outside the ruins, but with a human face and hind legs - an out-of-control Extraordinary, but not High sequence! Arnold was immediately ready to fight. Although he was almost at his limit and had lost his weapon, it was not a problem to kill an out-of-control Extraordinary with the help of the hunter team.

Seeing the monster charging directly towards him as if it was irrational, he immediately prepared for a fight, but at the moment he was about to take action, the monster suddenly turned a corner in front of him and rushed towards the demon wolf lying there. Corpse!

Arnold was startled.

The monster rushed towards the piece of precipitated Extraordinary Characteristics and swallowed the gem-like Extraordinary Characteristics in one gulp. Its body immediately began to further twist and deform. Dense black short hairs grew on the two human hind legs, and the flesh-and-blood tentacles around its waist also Become active.

Then, the monster suddenly turned its head and ran over.

Arnold could have dodged, but he suddenly didn't want to do so and just made a defensive movement on the spot.

boom!

The newly promoted demon wolf couldn't break through the guardian's defense, but it knocked Arnold's whole body away like a ball, and smashed through the walls of two small buildings before stopping.

"Ahem...thank you very much."

Arnold climbed up from the ruins, holding on to the wall, and patted away the falling bricks and pieces of wall. He looked at the route of the railway track in the distance, and was surprised to find that the strange wolf was also looking in that direction.

His expression became relaxed again, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he shouted loudly to the airship in the distance:

"Retreat to the outside of the town first!"

After saying that, he jumped outside lightly, and the demon wolf crashed into him the next moment, knocking down the entire building. It seems that it has not yet mastered the ability it just possessed, and is only relying on some instinct and obsession to attack the enemy.

Arnold ran out of Fanxing Town quickly. When he and the hunter team retreated to the wasteland outside the town, the demon wolf also stopped chasing, dragging its huge body back and forth in the ruined town persistently, making a menacing roar. Roar.

It is guarded here, and anyone who approaches will be attacked immediately.

Outside the city, Arnold and the hunter team gathered together. Seeing that the leading demigod had no further plans to attack, the hunters began to set up tents and light fires, waiting for the demigod to be ready.

"I want to change my view of the country Loen."

Arnold looked at the wolf wandering in the ruins and whispered:

"What does it matter whether the war is just or not?"

"The legitimacy of war is nothing but an idealistic statement that deceives oneself and others...Only fighting is real!"

In mythology, people often come up with various ways to kill foreigners or even the same kind and sacrifice their lives to gods. Nowadays, sacrifices are becoming more and more civilized, sometimes even flesh and blood sacrifices are not required, but wars are becoming more and more cruel, and life flows in another direction.

"War is when gods enjoy sacrifices."

"As human beings, none of us can escape from this circle - in this case, as long as we fight, fight until the last moment."

622

The train made a rhythmic sound, speeding along the railway tracks in the mountains.

The carriage was so crowded with people and their little luggage that there was not even an inch of space left. Some people were standing and some were sitting. They all kept quiet and kept chanting God's name in their hearts, praying for protection.

A middle-aged couple cuddled together on the seat of the carriage. The old gentleman with gray hair on the temples wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked gentle. He held the hand of his wife, who also had gray hair on the temples, tightly and pursed his lips. , without saying a word.

They are a wealthy couple with no children and a fortune of more than 200,000 pounds to their name, which is enough for them to enjoy a leisurely and quiet life in the mountains far away from the city. Nowadays, this car is full of such people, and there are many people who are richer and nobler than them.

Now, they are all sitting here or standing here equally, waiting for their fate to be pronounced.

The train is moving forward.

The vibrations and shaking from time to time would make people whose spirits were stretched to the limit scream. They finally escaped and soon saw the fire and explosions erupting from the mountain. Extraordinaries from the church would come to spread the news from time to time. Some peaceful and beautiful dreams that allow people to stay in their vehicles as stable as possible.

The sky outside gradually brightened, and the passengers by the window looked out eagerly, and immediately let out a small exclamation:

"We're leaving the Amanda Mountains!"

No one can sleep in such an environment except children. The crowd suddenly became commotion, stretching their necks to look at the scenery outside the window.

The surroundings are no longer snowy and sparsely populated mountains, but large farmlands and hunting grounds with scattered houses. Livestock are walking around on the wide farms. Occasionally, you can see huge mansions and castles in the distance. , people on horses are running back and forth.

"We survived! We escaped!"

“Praise God, praise the gods!”

"It's really East Chester County. Look, that's the farm in my name..."

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The voices of discussion continued one after another, and people's hearts that had been hanging all night finally settled down.

The middle-aged couple also raised their heads. The old man breathed a long sigh of relief and patted his wife's hand.

He was about to say something when he suddenly saw a strange swaddle in his wife's arms. There was a little baby with open eyes staring at him. He frowned strangely and gradually remembered everything about this baby:

They had no children and had written in their wills that upon their death all their estates would be donated to church charities. But my wife has always had the idea of ​​adopting a child, and just this week, through Moon Church, they adopted a newborn who lost his parents.

The old gentleman remembered the name of the little baby and more details about the time when he adopted the child. The more he looked at it, the more he found the pair of light green eyes like his own endearing, so he smiled and said:

"We also have some properties in East Chester County... When the time comes, we will settle down and give little Vanessa a new home."

"She will have cute toys and daisies in her little room." The lady responded with a smile, teasing the child in her arms.

Soon, the train arrived at the city train station in Ston. The eagerly awaited people on the train suppressed their joy and got off the train in an orderly manner under the arrangements of several red gloves.

The people who had the chance to escape were standing in the station at Ston, breathing the fresh air, feeling the bright sunshine, and feeling like they had been reborn. Some of the more sensitive ones even shed tears on the spot.

When they all got off the train, the empty train started again and drove into the distance.

"Praise the goddess!"

Several ladies cried and said: "We escaped, praise the goddess!"

People echoed these words one after another. They comforted each other and walked out of the station, praising the gods from the bottom of their hearts and thanking the gods for their care and blessings.

TBC

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