Chapter 221 A Chance Encounter
Original "Oh my god, the great true god Enos, have you given up on us?" Henry and others, who were fleeing in the forest, were looking desperately at the densely packed living corpses that were all charred and black. ╱оΟ (_\u0026\u0026) The living corpses were fine, but the Vatican armor that had not been completely burned was exposed on the bodies of these undead, which plunged them into despair. These living corpses are all their murdered companions!
"Impossible, they who have been blessed cannot become living corpses! My God, my Lord! Please save these lambs that were sacrificed for you!" Henry could not bear such a blow. There are too many living corpses just because they brought too many executives.
Seeing the thousands of charred living corpses that stretched as far as the eye could see, the four seats except Morris looked at each other and suddenly stood up with a smile. Standing in front of Morris and Henry. Without looking back, he said: "Leave this place to us, and we will redeem their mournful souls."
"What a joke! I order you to go back with me! Are you quite dead heroes? There is no shortage of dead heroes in the Inquisition, so don't show off!" Henry roared immediately. But as soon as he finished speaking, he was too irritated and the wound was affected. He immediately bared his teeth and endured the blood that spread on his chest.
Looking at the firm back of his colleague, Morris knew very well and said nothing, suddenly picked up Henry, whose injury was getting worse, turned around and ran away! "Let me go! Morris, let me go quickly!" Morris ignored Henry struggling on his shoulders and rushed into the forest with tears in his eyes, disappearing into the depths of darkness. And looking at the firm backs of the four men who were leading them with one hand, Henry knew in his heart that this was what they wanted. He whispered softly: "May Enos protect you. -_" and made the sign of the cross in front of him. Not daring to look, I closed my eyes.
After seeing Morris and the two leaving, the four of them looked at each other and smiled, then fiercely pulled out their swords and watched the living corpses approaching step by step. With a loud shout, he rushed into the corpse pile with a burst of sword light. Not long after, four heroic and painful wails gradually spread throughout the forest. Even if they are powerful, they cannot fight against thousands of living corpses.
Six hours later, the same forest still looked absurd in front of me. The exhausted Morris suddenly fell to the ground and lay on his back on the grass with chapped lips. Smelling the fragrance of the soil and grass, watching the sun begin to dim between the treetops. Not just repeated gasps for air.
Henry struggled to get up from the ground after receiving first aid from the healing technique to stabilize his injuries. He moved his weak body hard and leaned against the tree trunk next to him. He whispered with a tired face: "Take a rest, you have reached your limit. If you keep running, you will not even see the sunrise tomorrow, and you will die of exhaustion in this damn forest."
"Hehehehe." Morris, who was lying on the ground, suddenly laughed bitterly. He took off the intact water bag from his waist, threw it to Henry, and said to himself: "It's all thanks to these heretics. If they hadn't cleaned up the monsters in the forest, the two of us would be in the same state now." . You will definitely not survive tonight." Henry opened the lid and drank a sip of water to moisten his throat. After swallowing a mouthful of dry saliva, he threw the water bag to Morris again. The latter took it and began to replenish the water he had consumed.
"We are not in a hurry. Those slow-moving zombies won't catch up in half a day. We only need to take a good rest for an hour. We will set off after recovering our strength. I believe we can leave this damned place quickly."
Henry pulled out a piece of grass nearby and held it in his mouth. After hearing this, Morris struggled to sit up. While twisting his sore and stiff wrist, he said with a somewhat bleak expression: "Teacher, do we have a chance of winning?" "What are you doing?"
Henry frowned and asked, but Morris sighed and said with rare hesitation: "The Night Owl Society is stronger than all the heretics we have encountered before. He has gathered all kinds of heretics, and that society His strength is far beyond my imagination. After this incident, the reputation of the Night Owl Society will definitely be great. With the reputation of defeating our Inquisition, almost all the heretics who are living in seclusion or escaping from the entire continent will gather in his tent. Next. By that time, won’t the existence of our God become a joke?”
"Don't be confused, Maurice. You must strengthen your faith in God and not waver. You know the consequences of wavering." Henry frowned and reprimanded, but Morris nodded and agreed: "That black knight is in the Night Owl Club. The black knight I saw. Teacher, you must know. The fallen Templar who believed in it five years ago. After killing more than twenty companions, he tore down the statue of the god. The fallen man who poured blood on the church and blasphemed. I I think it must be him."
"Darth, Vader. The filthy fallen knight. Filled with the belief of revenge. The lost lamb who picked up the Black Sword."
Obviously, Henry fully knew the origin of this Vader and blurted it out immediately. Hearing Henry's official words, Morris immediately retorted: "Vida will become a fallen knight, isn't it just because the Eighth Cardinal Cardinal insulted his sister? It seems that, bathed in the divine light, Not all the shepherds under us are pure and kind. Not all the heretics we call fallen are evil. Maybe there is something wrong with the teachings of the Holy See itself, and it cannot perfectly integrate Enos's Grace interpretation, and..."
"That's enough, Maurice. You have to remember who you and I are. We are the executors of the Inquisition. As martyrs who purge the sins of heresy, we don't need to think, and we don't need to consider and question doctrine. Our accusation is Turn into a ruthless and cold sword and eliminate all enemies that block God’s grace!”
Obviously, Maurice, who had experienced life and death, was not interrupted by Henry's words, and immediately retorted: "What we want to eradicate is evil. When the evil we think does not exist at all. Then we slaughter them like sword blades, It means nothing!”
"Remember, they were not slaughtered by us! Instead, we saved their souls! Let them return to the embrace of the true God. Maurice, this heretical idea cannot continue. You must completely put aside your random thoughts! Henry, who was obviously angry, immediately reprimanded Morris, but at this moment, there were sudden bursts of rustling footsteps behind the two of them.
The old man and the young man looked at each other and jumped up quickly. Morris whipped out the cross sword and the remaining holy light bombs, and arched his body to be wary of possible enemies.
"Oh my God, there isn't even a road in this forest. How long will it take us to end like this?" But at this moment, a cry for mercy came out containing complaints. Long Aotian's helpless expression, a delicate and beautiful face behind him, and Anthony who was complaining appeared in front of them. For a moment, the air seemed to stop. The five people looked at each other with wide eyes. Suddenly, they shouted out exactly the same thing at the same time: "Enos, why are you here!" (To be continued...) To be continued