Chapter 819 It’s Dark (II)
Can the Northeast Diocese win this battle?
To be honest, Tom Lestrange doesn't care at all. Not to mention that he has now made a clean break with the Whispering Sect. Even if he had not 'peacefully broken up' with the evil god before, he would not care. This kind of thing.
The reason why I came to this crumbling whispering city was partly because I wanted to betray my father, but partly because I felt that I had been a cultist for a long time. If I was about to leave, I had never even been to the headquarters of the Northeast Diocese before, so I always felt a little bit at a disadvantage.
As for the promise to Lucius to protect the Archbishop Eden, and to kill the backbone of the Sumir side depending on the situation, it was just a matter of convenience.
Of course, even if it was just by the way, I agreed for the time being.
Tom is not a person who keeps his promises, even the promises he made to his father.
Lucius is still willing to entrust matters to him, not because of the trust between father and son, but because he knows Tom well enough and knows how proud the latter is.
< br>Tom didn’t know that before he really understood, this pride was enough to make him a promise-keeper.
Lucius knew it, but he would not point it out, because many things cannot be explained through words, and it may even be counterproductive.
This way of expressing fatherly love is indeed a bit strange, even a little pale, but it is the best Lucius can do.
As expected by his father, Tom made a simple arrangement on Eden the moment he led the people out of the Whispering City, at least to protect his life in a short period of time. .
Immediately afterwards, this young man who could barely be regarded as the most powerful fighter on the 'Whispering Sect' side disappeared and quietly arrived without even looking at the battlefield where the sound of killing was loud. Above the eye-catching stone platform, he looked at the three people on it with great interest.
An orc elder, not bad in strength, should be the commander of Sumir side in this battle.
A young man dressed as a priest. If nothing else, he should be a member of the Holy Union.
A young woman, dressed as a knight, should be a paladin under the Holy Union.
This was the first impression the three gave Tom not long ago.
And in many cases, first impressions are not meant to be taken seriously.
So when Tom appeared here for the second time, ready to wait and see the situation before deciding whether to take action, he immediately discovered that something seemed not quite right.
For example, The young priest who was originally regarded as his follower stood between several totem poles with his hands behind his back, scolding Fang Qiu.
For example, the old orc who looked like the leader was looking at the priest with a smile on his face, his brows filled with relief and even a little bit of happiness.
For example, the golden light on the beautiful half-dragon female knight only enveloped the priest from beginning to end.
Although Tom is not very understanding of the world, let alone how to fight with soldiers, he has never been an idiot, and as long as he is not an idiot, he can tell what is really going on on the square stone platform below. Who is the person.
The one who led the orcs to be invincible and suppressed the high-end forces of the Northeastern Diocese until they could not breathe was not the old orc whose body was already half in the ground, but the young priest who was wearing a priest's robe and had a calm and indifferent expression!
After discovering this, Tom laughed playfully, like a child about to start a prank.
Originally, all Tom promised Lucius was to protect Archbishop Eden. As for whether to kill the commander on Sumir's side, it would depend on the situation and mood.
The situation does not seem to be very good, because even Tom can see that even if the large army led by Lucius can get here unimpeded, the current Whispering City may not be able to survive that time, so killing people for these unsatisfactory guys is unsightly.
The mood is just that. After all, Tom Lestrange is not a murderous person. Although he has killed more people than most murderers, that is just an appearance. It's just a disregard for life, not that he likes killing.
Just like when you step on an ant while walking on the road, it does not mean that you have a special preference for killing ants.
To sum up, Tom actually had no motivation to take action before.
But now, it's different
Looking down at the calm-faced and gentle priest on the stone platform, Tom suddenly felt like he was meeting someone of the same kind.
Even if he can't block any of his spells, he is still his own kind.
He is a strong person who is strong enough to make others tremble in a certain field.
He is a strong man worth killing.
However, Tom did not take action immediately. Instead, he quietly lingered near the target like a patient snake, waiting for the opportunity.
Even though he knew very well that even if he immediately removed his invisibility and acted openly in front of the powerful old orc, he would still be 90% sure of killing that same kind, but he still maintained full patience.
This is Tom Lestrange's respect, respect for his kind.
Finally
The old orc left, and went to the front line with three powerful old men, surrounding the Archbishop of Eden. But beside his target, there was only one who was completely unworthy. Above is a threatening high-level paladin.
[Three minutes]
Tom whispered in his heart, that was the estimated time it would take Archbishop Eden to be killed by the four orc elders when he was indifferent.
In other words, he must kill the target within three minutes before he can calmly rescue the respected archbishop.
This is really
“More than enough.”
Gently clenching the wand in his hand, Tom waved his right hand with a sinister smile: "Explode."
The scarlet light shot straight out, aiming directly at Mo Tan's eyebrows.
Blood is falling like rain.
At the feet of the female knight, small streams of bright red gathered together.
“Run.”
Yizuo Jileite, who tried her best to stand up without looking back, just said lightly: "Run."
A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her soft voice was the same as usual. , even though her body had almost lost consciousness, and even though everything in front of her eyes had become muddy and blurry, the female knight still laughed.
This was not a forced smile.
After all, she set foot on this battlefield, even though the opponent in front of her was somewhat unusual.
After all, she protected her senior and fulfilled the promise she had always emphasized.
At this moment, Yizuo Jileite calmed down as never before. She did not feel fear, even though the thin figure falling from the sky exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, and she did not feel pain, even though her body had already been in that state just now. In the flash of light, it was riddled with holes and its vitality collapsed.
But for some reason, she had an inexplicable confidence that dragging herself with such a broken body could buy her senior a little more time.
At least, she could still block it. The next flash was the same as before.
Time is running out.
My vision is becoming increasingly blurry
I heard that the senior once promised a seriously injured knight sister of the Sun Cult that when the latter recovers, she will be the guardian knight of the senior.
In this case, can I, the guardian knight who was forcibly recommended to the seniors by Her Highness Xia Lian, be posthumously recognized as a guardian knight after my soul returns to the embrace of the goddess?
Although there is only one position, if it is life and death, it shouldn't matter, right?
Well, it doesn’t matter, it definitely doesn’t matter. Neither senior nor His Highness Xia Lian will mind, right? His Highness Wangyu won’t mind either, right?
Then, tell your senior now, hurry up, and while you still have the strength to speak, tell him that I admire you very much, even if you say you are from another world, even if you are far better than those in the story To put it plainly, even if you, as a senior, have not taught me anything useful, I still admire you very much, respect you, look forward to you, and want to be a pawn on the sand table in front of you and charge into battle, so, Senior
"Run, you idiot!"
The trickling water under my feet turned into a pool of bright red blood at some point.
Ah, after all, I couldn’t say the words ‘Believe in your knight’, but instead came up with very bad and crazy words.
It’s all your fault, why don’t you leave!
When chatting with Mr. Huo Yanyang, didn’t you personally say that in critical situations, those who say “you go quickly” to you and “I won’t leave” to me are idiots?
You idiot!
“Are you an idiot?” Tom Lestrange raised his eyebrows lazily, looking at the crumbling female knight in front of him, and then at the bloodshot man behind her. 'Same kind', shook the wand in his hand with some displeasure, opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
That’s all.
Since I haven’t thought of it, I won’t say it.
Tom breathed a sigh of relief and raised the wand again. Without any nonsense or warning, he waved it again: "God's Edge."
The dazzling silver light bloomed and turned into a beautiful arc. Xiang Motan pointed directly at his neck.
At the same time, the three divine spells of [Law and Shield], [Prayer of Healing], and [Holy Healing] bloomed on Yi Zuo at the same time.
"Let's go! I swear to the goddess of dawn, I will never die!"
Mo Tan roared like a trapped animal, then stretched out his index finger and pointed at the man with a sarcastic expression on his lips. The smiling blond young man clicked on a move [Law and Obstacle].
The next moment
Tom snorted disdainfully and directly used his breath to crush the restraint that had not yet solidified.
Mo Tanqian laughed, closed his eyes, and sent an order to all the coordinators through a message from his friends: Return to the defense at all costs.
Obviously, this was an out-and-out stupid move, because even if those soldiers had time to turn back to the command podium to rescue Yi Zou, those from the Whispering Sect were only torn into pieces and were far from exhausted. When the lights are out, the believers can also take the opportunity to regroup and launch a counterattack!
Although the victory was determined, and Mundo Pan also had a plan in hand for the corresponding situation, it was true that in order to follow one person, Mo Tan still issued an order that might sacrifice more people. .
reason?
The reason is simple, he has never been a saint now.
Yizou is not Yuchen, Yuchen is the player. Even if he dies, he can start all over again.
But this "cheap school girl" who has called me senior for a few months, who is a bit dull but extremely considerate, has only one life.
To put it bluntly, Mo Tan is not familiar with those warriors who fight to the death, but he is very familiar with Yi Zuo.
So he made a decision that an ordinary person with a weak will would make, and a decision that any qualified commander would never make.
【So, everyone thinks too highly of me.】
Mo Tan smiled self-deprecatingly and closed his eyes with endless guilt. Under his personality, he is afraid of death even in the game. He can be more courageous by closing his eyes.
Then
The warm blood dyed Mo Tan’s priest robe red.
Not far away, the female knight finally turned around and smiled at him, then fell down softly.
A full two-thirds of her body was cut diagonally along the shoulders by some invisible force.
The world in Mo Tan's senses lost its voice at this moment.
Suddenly becoming dull, he wanted to be angry, want to roar, wanted to cry, but found that he was somehow calm and strangely calm, even...
A little bit like laughing.
The smile on Tom Lestrange's face froze, replaced by a hint of imperceptible fear.
Five seconds ago, he had lost his patience and used a killing curse on the young priest.
As a result, the invincible green light was crushed by the opponent like a mosquito.
At the same time, the paladin, who was supposed to have no chance of living anymore, was wrapped in layers of black mist and groaned in pain.
A dead person cannot make a sound, so she is still alive
But Tom couldn't figure out why she was still alive after almost her whole body was cut open by the [Divine Blade], and he couldn't figure out why the man was still alive and well even after his own killing curse passed away.
Not only was he living well, he even looked up and smiled at himself.
At this moment, Tom, who was cold all over, suddenly realized that
everything was out of control.
Is everything out of control?
The answer is yes.
Because it’s dark.
[Black Brahma]
HP:? /?
Physical fitness value:? /?
Magic value:? /?
Faith value: 0/0
Professions: Priest level 35, Discipline priest level 38
Faith: None
Faction: Sin of this world< br>
Talents: Slightly (fully sealed), Reflection
Basic attributes: Strength 600, Dexterity 600, Wisdom 600, Constitution 600
Civilization attributes: None
Combat attributes: None< br>
Skills: Sin Bite, Sin Law
"Ah, I remembered."
Mo Tan snapped his fingers casually, and Yi Zhuo's body, which was held up in mid-air by a cloud of black mist, suddenly fell to the ground: "That class, it turns out that he was I killed him."
Tom who was not far away subconsciously took a step back. He didn't know who was in the class, but this did not prevent him from guessing that the person should die miserably. .
"Yeah"
Looking down at Yi Zou's body which had no external injuries but exposed a large area of skin, Mo Tan looked away awkwardly and then took off his own clothes. The priest's robe was thrown on the female knight, and she opened the message bar again. He stopped the last instruction he sent to the coordination officers, and even made several new tactical changes. Finally, he raised his head and smiled at Tom: "Since I don't know how long my current state can last, let's work as soon as possible. Let’s get started.”
A ray of green light burst out and passed through Mo Tan's body.
Tom forced out a hideous smile, and the knuckles of his wand that were gripped so hard turned white.
The next second, his ferocious smile froze on his face.
Mo Tan, who received a killing curse head-on, also laughed
"Broken."
Boom——
The wand in Tom Lestrange's hand shattered with a sound.
Chapter 812: The End
(End of this chapter)