Chapter 24: Insect-like Villagers
“Bang——”
“Hiss, hiss.”
Endless white water mist comes from the wooden frame where the ziggurat is installed A small ball of flax exploded out, wrapping Horn and the armored sergeant pressing him.
The thick mist is like a barrier, and no one can see the scene clearly.
The villagers immediately exclaimed. You must know that holy water and wine are the two main sources of commercial profits for the church.
For these poor villagers, it is a sin for something as expensive as holy water to be used in vain on the holy grandson.
But some people do have doubts in their hearts.
After all, the villagers are not really that stupid. Many people see something fishy in the binding between the saint and the saint's grandson.
“Let’s wait and see what happens before we talk!”
An armed peasant dissuaded him hypocritically, and then looked eagerly at the white mist.
Under the dissuasion of this armed farmer, the subsequent villagers gradually stopped.
Faced with the assurances of clergy with official status and a serious demon hunter, the villagers of Qianhe River Valley who had long been extremely docile hesitated.
They no longer threw stones or mud at the soldiers and stood there without advancing or retreating.
They craned their necks, waiting for the verdict after the holy water dispersed.
The iron-toothed monk straightened his back, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his compassionate eyes seemed to penetrate the white mist with golden luster.
This holy water mine can be hit. It is not ordinary holy water, but holy water concentrated to the extreme, with other expensive spices added.
Let alone ordinary people, even the armored sergeants with the second-stage breathing method will be affected if they inhale too much, let alone ordinary people.
Even if he is not deeply affected by the witch, he can at least take the opportunity to criticize and buy time.
"The mist of the holy water is about to dissipate. Watch out. If he has nothing to do with the devil, he will let me burn to death..."
"A sneeze!" A sneeze came from the mist, and the situation in the mist gradually emerged.
The armored sergeant was still riding on Horn's waist, but his expression seemed to be in a daze, while Horn was struggling and even shouting.
“Look, believers, I have nothing wrong with them, they are the devils!”
At a speed visible to the naked eye, the iron-toothed monk’s face turned livid, and he even moved toward danger The "secret party" took several steps and roared in disbelief: "Impossible! This is impossible!"
"Now that the matter is over, what are you waiting for?" Horn didn't feel it at all. There was no reaction, but the armored sergeant inhaled too much holy water and fell into a trance.
"It's clear who the devil is!" Horn struggled and shouted hoarsely, "Don't be bewitched and contaminated by the devil."
This is the first time he has eaten so much since time travel. Due to the loss, life and death were imminent, and he could not help but maintain his original calm posture.
The faces of the villagers who were hesitant before suddenly showed panic and determination.
Although only ten people in the army dared to step forward to rescue, the remaining people were either helping the rocks rain down or shouting and cheering, and few dared to escape.
“Whoever rescues me or captures and kills those devils will receive the bishop of the village and a hundred acres of land. When the flood recedes, I will cash it in immediately!”
Being pinned to the ground by the armored sergeant, Horn promised loudly regardless.
Hearing Horn's promise, the eyes of the villagers who were closer suddenly lit up, and they immediately rushed towards the armored sergeant with pitchforks and sticks in their hands.
With the person in the lead, the remaining people began to rush towards Ji Luo and his group in scattered directions.
Seeing that things were going in an uncontrollable direction, Gilo had no time to regret it. He grabbed the arm of the iron-toothed monk who was still muttering to himself, and roared at the guards: "Kill out together. ”
“They want to escape!”
"Kill the devil and don't look back!"
Three or five young men among the refugees rushed towards Horn. Most of them were gangsters. They were most courageous, but most lacking in brains.
Stepping on a rotten wooden board, the leading refugee young man jumped up, facing the armored sergeant’s confused and surprised expression, he launched a powerful jumping chop.
The sound of the sword tearing apart fabric and flesh made the villagers' footsteps immediately drop by several decibels.
The bright red sword tip passed through the emaciated body, the white bones were hung with torn tendons and flesh, and the yellow and green intestines fell from the abdominal cavity like a waterfall.
Kicking the corpse off the armed sword, the armored sergeant shook off the blood on the sword and showed a bloody smile to the refugee boy who had completely stopped.
The villagers who were still charging collectively at the beginning immediately stopped their cars.
"Don't be entangled, walk quickly!" Gilo pulled the monk back slowly.
Seeing the Lord Demon Hunter retreating, the remaining soldiers retreated with him, but there were two wounded, and their speed was not fast.
As for the villagers of Moulin Rouge Village, no matter how Horn yelled, they always followed Gilo when he took one step back.
Keep a distance that's neither too far nor too close, and just follow along.
There were just a few people, except for the godsons of the Boy Army, the other thirty or so young men present did not dare to attack at all. Horn couldn't believe his eyes.
Fortunately, they were not allowed to confront the Cavaliers. Otherwise, with this performance, there was a 100% or even 90% chance that they would be easily suppressed by the Cavaliers.
How did you get the idea to get involved with these insects?
But what Horn didn't know was that for these villagers, this was actually a great deal of courage and progress.
In the past, if the Iron Fang monks shouted, they would immediately hand over their weapons and surrender.
With a groan, the armored sergeant with an arrow in his knee pulled out the wooden arrow.
After all, it is an indigenous method of making arrows. It is just that the front end of the arrow tip is blackened and hardened, and there is no metal barb.
Throwing away the blood-stained arrow, the sergeant who was hit by the arrow took out a wooden pipe from his pocket, took a sip, and threw the wooden pipe to the night guard who had the arrow in his arm.
After taking the church's anti-hemostatic and analgesic medicine, the tall night guard and the armored sergeant who had an arrow in his knee turned red and were breathing heavily, as if the bloody wounds from before no longer hurt.
At this moment, the young boys who could not run fast with their short legs finally rested, bandaged their wounds, and continued to charge towards the tall, unarmored guards.
Standing next to the body of the short guard, the tall guard learned the lessons of his companions. He truly regarded these children as opponents worth fighting.
He shook his hooked spear and slapped the spear shaft of the Boy Army commander from left to right, forcing them to expose their center line.
The armored sergeant took the opportunity to stab him. If he had not been injured in his leg and had difficulty moving, the boy soldiers would have died eight times ago.
After all, the child soldiers had too little training and were young. They could kill the first guard with a sneak attack, but they were unable to achieve the same results as before against the adult guards and armored sergeants who were prepared.
In front of the two adults, the boy soldiers were stunned, and there were faint signs of instability with the thorns in their hands.
After all, the ground was slippery. Ftseva, the only little girl in the children's army, lost her footing and suddenly fell backwards while retreating.
The tall night guard took a step forward, passed Duvalon who was standing in the front row, and aimed his hook spear at Vtseva's throat.
Unable to care so much, Du Valon turned around like a loach, jumped on Ftseva, and exposed her back to the sharp hook spear.
Sharp objects sliced through the air, and the smell of blood seemed to have penetrated his nose.
Seeing that the thorn point of the hook spear was about to pierce into Duvalon's thin back, a bright golden color quickly occupied everyone's vision.
At the critical moment, the night guard's hooked spear was firmly blocked by the bright gold.
It was a flag shining with golden light, and countless golden threads flowed on the surface of the flag like mist.
In the center of the flag, a rich golden Holy Grail is emitting dazzling light.
Such a soft flag, when the sharp edge of the hook spear passed across it, the sound of metal friction was actually heard in the burst of sparks.
While the tall night guard was stunned, the flag suddenly rolled and turned into a spiral shape at the front end of the wooden pole.
Leveling the flag gun, Jeanne jumped silently, stepped on the pole of the hook spear, and used the force to launch forward. The tip of the spear turned into a golden thread and pierced the chest of the guard.
After all, the guard had fought to the death. He turned aside to avoid the stabbing from his chest to his shoulder.
But the eggs are useless.
The night guard couldn't say another word, and ten branch-like blood marks extended from the place where the flag gun was inserted to other parts of the body.
Volcanic crater-like blisters emerged from the night guard's skin. He was so paralyzed that he could not even scream.
The eye sockets emitted bloody steam, which was the liquid in his eyeballs boiling.
The next second, like an exploding puff, gray-white viscous liquid burst out from the guard's eye socket.
Kneeling down on the ground, the guard exhaled a mouthful of light red steam, and then lay down peacefully on the dirt.
The armored sergeant on the side quickly jumped out from one side, and with a sweep of his sword, he was about to cut open Jeanna's soft waist and abdomen.
But Jeanna didn't even look at him, she stretched out her free hand, and two bolts of lightning penetrated into the mouth of the armored sergeant with his mouth wide open.
“Ah——”
In the piercing howl, the sergeant fell to his knees as if he was petrified.
Blood flowed from the nostrils and ear holes. The sergeant's mouth split into four flaps, and the oral mucosa fell directly from the mouth.
He held his throat and coughed violently. The coagulated blood clots and rotten meat fell from his mouth. He almost coughed out his lungs, let alone picked up the sword.
The cowhide boots stepped on the limp corpses of the guards. Jeanne raised her flag gun horizontally and focused her silent disgusted eyes on Gillot and the Iron-Toothed Monk.
It’s over.
Whether it was Gilo or the Iron-Toothed Monk, this idea emerged in their minds.
(End of this chapter)