Chapter 28 Life and Death Fight on a Rainy Night (Part 2)
"Witness!"
The moment he saw Durdafo, this word popped into Horn's mind.
I don’t understand where the fat man’s behavior just came from, but when he saw his own face, there was no need to live.
The priest in front of me was dressed in rags, and he was probably not an important person.
Horn's hand touched the half-sword on his waist.
“Secret Party!”
At the same time, the word rose in Duldaf’s heart.
This long ship is owned by Gilo, and the steel sword behind this young man also belongs to Gilo.
Then there is only one possibility, Gilo has been killed by this secret party.
Taking into account the uprising at the monastery, attacking from two sides, setting up a bait with the ship, and using Gilo's ship to ambush, all the links are linked, and it is comprehensive, such a meticulous plan...
Damn, such a talent. Why are they not from our church? Those bishops and cardinals are really useless!
With a frustrated sigh, Duldaf said with a wry smile: "Okay, I understand, I admit defeat, I am unlucky to be caught by you, witch, you lead... ..."
Before Duldav finished speaking, he suddenly heard a shrill sound breaking through the air.
"Sir, be careful!"
Sitting down on the bow of the boat, Duldaf covered the tear in his clothes on his abdomen in disbelief.
If it weren’t for the monk Xingxing behind him who held him back, and the black bread stick in his arms that blocked him, he would have died from the sword strike just now.
The Japanese goat is crazy. Are you serious?
The cold light of the sword glowed silver in the brilliance of lightning, and Horn's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily.
Seeing this, Duldav suddenly understood. He took a deep breath: "It's the secret party of the radical faction. Believers, please retreat!"
Shouting in his mouth, Duldaf turned around and tried to escape.
Horn wanted to chase, but as soon as he took a step, he suddenly felt dizzy and almost lost his balance.
Just such a half-second error actually allowed Duldaf to land.
Originally, Horn didn't want Na to use arc magic so easily, but seeing that the fat priest in ragged clothes not only had accomplices but also wanted to escape, there was no other way.
There is a thunderstorm now. I just hope that the priest, Father Durdafo, did not notice this.
If you kill this one first, then intercept the Iron-Toothed Monk before he sees the Priest, and eliminate all witnesses, you will win.
Originally this was almost an impossible task, but now it is different.
"Lightning is coming!"
In the darkness, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky and accurately hit the monk who was protecting Durdafo forward.
Green smoke rose, and the monk couldn't scream, so he fell to the ground with a peaceful smile.
"Witch——"
Amidst the screams, Jeanna rolled out of the boat like a vigorous cheetah.
The holy flag in his hand was rolled up into the shape of a battle axe, and the electric light flashed, creating black lightning patterns on the oak pole.
The holy flag ax drew an arc and cut off half of a night guard's head. The white brain slipped off the inclined surface like bean curds.
Standing low to avoid the hook spear swung by the night guard, Jeanne stretched out her hand and fired another bolt of lightning, which directly opened a black hole in the chest of one of the guards.
Standing up and raising her head, Jeanne assumed a true cross posture, raised her head, and stabbed the night guard in the crotch who was planning a sneak attack.
While the guard was kneeling with his crotch covered, she jumped up with a pole vault, fell from the sky, and broke the guard's neck with one foot.
In five seconds, Jeanne effortlessly killed four armed men instantly.
But with the continuous use of high-quality arc magic and breathing techniques, even the witch unconsciously stood there and took a breath.
Just after using the magic, Jeanne was in a trance and didn't notice that the two small balls had rolled to her feet.
After all, she is not an old witch. Her defense against holy objects is still not as strong as the old ones.
The majestic holy water mist enveloped Jeanne. The blood in her body seemed to be frozen, and her throat and nose seemed to be burned.
“Cough cough, cough cough——”
Jeanne covered her mouth and nose and coughed violently. All the electric snakes that had been hovering on her body disappeared, leaving only the inside of the oak wood. There are black lightning patterns and faint electric light.
“Watch out!”
Sparks flew everywhere, Jeshka stepped diagonally with his feet, reversed and slashed sideways, sliding down the armored sergeant's sword, and directly cut off the sergeant's right wrist.
The sergeant was naturally furious. He ignored the bloody half of his wrist that was still hanging on the sword hilt, held the sword in one hand with his left hand, and stabbed Jeshka in the calf.
Then his throat was pierced by the Holy Flag Spear.
Holy water blocked Jeanne's ability to discharge arcs, but failed to block her ability to contact discharges.
The holy flag gun in her hand is still glowing slightly with fluorescence.
Without Jeanne's electric lighting, the surroundings were completely dark.
The lit torch will be extinguished by rain in less than three seconds, and it will still become the target of public criticism. In the darkness, the sounds of wind and rain seemed to have become quieter, and the previously inaudible sound of breathing was amplified several times.
Everyone could not tell the direction and could only pace slowly. The originally noisy killing field suddenly became quiet.
Until a bolt of lightning pierced the sky in the dark clouds, illuminating everyone's pale face.
The young soldiers of the Boy's Army, the young villagers, and the night guards all roared wildly.
After a flash of lightning, they all rushed towards the nearest enemy.
The guards retreated and were about to be hanged by the Archbishop of the High Castle.
The villagers retreated and were about to be killed by the holy grandson and their families were exiled.
The pawn crossing the river cannot look back.
They all know that this time they can only live and die.
Screams, collisions, roars, clothes being torn, dogs barking...
Countless voices harmoniously played in the wind and clouds like a concerto.
Stepping forward quickly in the cold rain, Horn's body seemed to be burning with fire. His throat was itchy and he couldn't lift his strength. His face and arms turned an unnatural red.
Maybe he really has a cold and a fever, but at this time, he can't control much.
The waves of dizziness did not make Horn lose his mind. He locked his target tightly, the fat priest.
Only he can see his face clearly at close range, so he can’t stay!
He could hear the fat priest's breathing, his increasingly heavy footsteps, and the friction of his clothes as he walked through the bushes.
Close at your fingertips!
The sound of heavy objects breaking through the air came, and Horn hurriedly raised his sword to block, almost sending the sword flying away.
With a flash of lightning, Horn saw the scene in front of him clearly. A fat priest in ragged clothes, holding a thick piece of black bread, glared at him.
“You damn radical!”
“It’s you who deserve to die!”
In the muddy water and bushes, Duldaf holds black bread and Horn holds The swords in each hand collided hard.
Horn can't muster any strength, Durdafo is pampered, and the two of them are novices in swordsmanship.
During the charge, the two of them rushed in the wrong direction.
With a distance of half a meter, the two of them turned to the left and the other to the right, both facing the enemy diagonally, slashing and stabbing into the air.
It wasn't until another flash of lightning lit up that the two of them were able to turn around and hold their swords opposite each other, stabbing each other with the sword tips half a meter apart.
“I’m not afraid to tell you, I am the runner-up in swordsmanship in the 12-year-old group of the Rose Garden Monk Competition!”
“Come on, think of me as a trick!”
With determination, he closed his eyes and let out a war cry in his mouth. Durdafo stepped forward and smashed the black bread with one hand, but he could only hit nothing.
But it was too dark and Horn could not see clearly. He heard the sound of Duldaf stepping forward and thought that the fat priest had rushed over. He also rushed over with his head sullen, but was hit squarely. Hit in the shoulder.
Before Duldaf was happy, he saw that the speed of the black shadow that was hit did not slow down at all, and it rushed over like a crazy pig.
The panicked priest immediately tried to jump away with a light step, and then the sole of his foot slipped and he fell onto his back.
As for Horn, he couldn't stop the car and fell onto Duldaf's soft belly.
Both men's weapons were thrown somewhere as they fell.
The weapons were lost, and the two of them started fighting and tearing with bare hands on the ground. The cross-frames, gold and silver software, bone flutes, and daggers, and their equipment exploded all over the floor.
But the difference between their heavyweights was too great. Within a few rounds, Duldaf seized the opportunity and held Horn down with his backhand. He was riding on his waist like a mountain. superior.
Horn struggled desperately, but to no avail.
The fat fingers strangled Horn's neck tightly, Duldaf's face was ferocious, and his eyes were red.
"Unclean! You bitch! Die, die!"
The corners of his mouth twitched and drool drooled. In front of the believers, the kind and kind-hearted Durdafo had a face as terrifying as one in hell. devil.
Horn slapped Duldaf on the face with both hands, trying to break his fingers but was unable to exert force due to the wrong posture.
Can't breathe.
At this moment, he could no longer tell whether the dizziness was due to lack of oxygen or disease. He just beat Duldaf on the head with his increasingly weak fists.
Is this really going to kill you?
The rustling of leaves, the sound of rain, and the sound of fighting not far away, all are gradually fading away.
The lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and the world in front of Horn's eyes became increasingly blurry. Duldaf's green face, a little fire not far away, the branches swaying in the wind...
etc. Wait, what is that?
(End of this chapter)