Chapter 379 Battle Royale: Kill and Kill Again

In any case, the nobles and priests who finally found allies and waited for hope to come were extremely excited.

If they didn't have some dignity, they would almost be so excited that they would twist on the spot, and ask each other if they had plans tonight and if they could get to know each other better.

Therefore, after the meeting, they kept chattering like elementary school students who finally made it to Friday and had their last class in the afternoon, which was music, physical education, and art.

From time to time, they would laugh sharply, as if they talked about some common interests, and then they would talk and say everything.

Fortunately, Ji Ming now showed himself in the form of a shadow. Such a cold impression made these little guys dare not act rashly and did not pollute his ears with dirty things.

But in such a relaxed state, how could the God-chosen Lord, who was the leader, trust them to complete the task smoothly?

So he decided to use a very real actual combat exercise as the routine leadership supplement part of every meeting.

"Since the plan has been decided, I will take my leave first. You can do as you please."

Therefore, not long after the Shadow God's Chosen Statue turned into a shadow and dissipated, the people in the secret room heard a dull roar coming from outside.

They who were chatting and discussing the hot start-up stopped their work at the same time and looked at each other with doubts.

"Hiss, this seems to be... the sound of the pioneers' guns!?"

As if to confirm their guess, a series of explosions followed by messy footsteps in the cave corridor.

If it were in the past, such a situation would not scare these guys who were so bad that their feet were pus-filled.

On the contrary, they would find it very interesting, and then they would tell their men with interest to remember to catch them alive.

As for catching the assassin alive, what to do next...

It's hard to say, after all, people have different preferences, and it can't be generalized. If you think it's good, you may just want to imitate the story of Hannibal.

But now they obviously don't have such leisure. They have been scared of being beaten, scolded, and played by the pioneers and have suffered from severe PTSD. They screamed.

"The players are here, and another secret base is going to be destroyed!"

"No, don't take my treasure, it's too cruel!"

"I heard that there is a group among them that will treat prisoners well. When I kneel down, remember to follow me. If you are lucky, you may survive!"

Let him look at the cowards around him who are afraid before fighting, and even kneel on the ground to comment on each other's postures. Obviously, the Count Yanshan, who has not yet been convinced, is furious.

"Asshole, how can I be a good noble with a group of insects like you?"

A big insect should have the reserve and confidence that a big insect should have, and should not panic like them.

So the count was very calm and walked to his own knight leader as if nothing had happened.

"Pogo, stop pretending, get up quickly, God's chosen one didn't blame you."

...

"Get up! Stop pretending, he's gone!"

...

"What? Do you want me to ask you to get up?!"

The Earl, who could no longer bear it, was furious and kicked Pogo's elbow.

Bang!

...

"Ouch! It hurts so much!"

He took a few breaths of cold air before he calmed down, but he saw that his dear Knight Commander was still motionless as if he was dead.

"You... wait."

The Earl gritted his teeth and was about to take off the scabbard at his waist and beat him with weapons in the form of a plantation owner, but suddenly thought...

Damn it, is he really dead?

He was not afraid of any dead people, but in such a chaotic situation, he really needed a Dinghai Shenzhen-level combat power.

Therefore, the Earl frowned and used the scabbard to push open the helmet visor of Pogo, and found that he was not pretending to faint, but... really fainted.

"Damn it... someone come!"

As a great earl, his guards tonight are of course not only the Knight Commander, but also many knights as followers.

He waved his hand and ordered the knights to find a way to wake up their leader immediately!

Although the knights are worthy of their loyalty, they can't help but think after hearing this...

We are martial artists. If you ask us to kill the leader, even if we can't do it, we can always do it, but we really don't have the ability to save people!

However, looking at the gloomy expression of the master, they really didn't dare to say such words, so they had to bite the bullet and decided to have a consultation for the brave.

"What should we do? Let's brainstorm!"

Standing around the Knight Commander with sweat on their heads, everyone was silent for several seconds, and finally one of the young men took a deep breath and raised his hand.

"Seniors, do you remember the night before yesterday?"

"Uh, you're talking about Charles and his son accidentally calling the same prostitute, and then they went into battle together..."

"No, no! What I want to say is... Mr. Hawkins said that he hopes I can clean my own boots in the future, because the smell can wake up the dead, and the hotel maid really doesn't want to do it."

"Ah, this..."

The knights all touched their foreheads through their visors. After all, this matter has been reported to the hotel where they are staying temporarily, and their colleagues naturally know about it.

One of them is even the roommate of the little knight. The witty him seems to have suddenly thought of something, and his whole body shudders, and even his lips are shaking.

"We...we shouldn't need to..."

"It is necessary!"

The oldest knight in the crowd was decisive, hugging the necks of the knights around him and asking everyone to come closer to listen to him.

"Friends, this is a critical moment. Our choices will not only determine our current destiny, but also change our future!"

"Think about it, if we can get through this difficulty, we will have a life-and-death relationship with the count!"

"Who is the Count? He is the Evergreen Pine in the southern region, second only to the Duke! So even if we all won't become prosperous by then, at least we will be able to have food and clothing for the rest of our lives!"

"Think of everyone's families! Think of everyone's dreams! We must get through this!"

The old knight's move was undoubtedly an effective incentive, and even the guys who were hesitant just now became convinced.

The little knight was even more excited, feeling that everyone's fate rested on his feet!

In an inexplicable sense of mission, I took off my boots, which were crucial for completing the last fire suppression.

"Area D..."

Let alone others at this moment, even the most determined decision-maker and encourager, even the old knight almost vomited and could only cover his mouth and signal the young knight to take action quickly!

So the little knight grabbed his boots and prepared to launch a biochemical attack, but at this moment, he heard a sharp shout.

"Hey! Don't waste any more time. Have you made any progress?"

It was the Earl who had been waiting impatiently. He pushed away the crowd and wanted to see what happened to his knight commander.

As a result, the little knight, who was frightened by the loud shout, was fiercely covering the knight's face with his boots as if he was going to suffocate him to death.

"Holy shit, what are you doing!?"

It was so vicious that even from a few meters away, the earl felt as if his nose had been struck by a heavy hammer with sparks, let alone the knight captain who had suffered full close range magic damage.

"Wow!"

After experiencing the local poison gas bomb, he let out a hysterical scream and pushed the little knight on top of him away.

And those who knew it said that the knight captain had woken up, but those who didn't know thought that some evil cult had caused trouble to the little boy again and created a talented castrato singer.

He kept blasting high notes for a long time before finally calming down, but he still lay on the ground and breathed atoms non-stop, wishing he could replace his body fluids and face with a new one.

a long time.

"What happened? I vaguely remember that I seemed to have been knocked unconscious..."

The old knight was about to explain when he was pushed away by the count.

"There's no time to explain Pogo. The Blazers are about to break in. We have to get out of here quickly!"

"What? Oh oh..."

Such a rapid version change made the knight commander a little unable to react, but out of his own professionalism, he quickly buckled his helmet, took out his weapon, and restored his combat effectiveness.

At this time, the chaotic little nobles and church priests also regained some sense and decided to at least try to break out no matter what.

What, you mean resistance?

It's impossible to resist. It's not like we didn't resist before when we were still confident.

As a result, except for changing the ending of "Beat into a grandson" to "Beat into a box", there is really no possibility of success.

So in order for everyone to live for two more years, it is better not to engage in this kind of gamble.

Since he chose to escape, he had to leave this secret room first, so Priest Hantie walked out of the crowd, controlled the magic circle, and slowly opened the door.

"Walk!"

Outside the gate, many nobles or church guards have gathered here, waiting for their leaders to come out before making plans.

And although it is true that the forces of all parties brought their own people here for fear of causing a fight, if possible, who would be willing to fight a situation that could accidentally turn into a personal competition?

Therefore, in order to avoid chaos caused by too many people in the field, the leaders of each team left more guards outside the field than inside.

"Wait, so if you all stay here, who's blocking the Trail Blazers?"

…

"Oh my god! Don't go to any lengths!"

As the organizer, Priest Hantie, who was naturally responsible for the security of the entire venue, let out a scream and disappeared into the corridor like a rabbit.

"Ah."

Although logically speaking, we are all allies now, and we should share the same hatred and hatred towards the outside world.

But given their moral level...it would be nice if they didn't add insult to injury, so they should still laugh when they should.

Then, while they were laughing silly, they discovered a very important problem.

First of all, the Cold Iron Church itself is actually quite good. In terms of accumulation, strength, potential, and the backing of the gods, it can be said that it is full of prowess. It cannot be considered a great power among such a group of little fleas.

So the fundamental reason why everyone is willing to come is just like the fact that Chloe can be the speaker of the Council of Souls. It is just to serve it as a talent, so much so that no one thinks it has the courage to make a big difference.

Therefore, it would have been nice if the Cold Iron Church in the past could not be kicked and bullied by everyone. It simply did not have the courage and ability to fight for power and only wanted to protect itself.

So much so that this secret base must not only be built in the deep mountains and old forests, but also dug underground in a secluded place. The multi-layered defense can be described as crazy.

Then, it was stunned. Could this small wonder of earth and stone still have a simple structure?

So when Priest Hantie ran away, not only did he panic, but everyone else also panicked.

——Son, if you leave, Daddy doesn’t know how to get out of this maze created by the wisdom of God!

But tonight’s fate girl… the cold fate gear set that everyone regards as a goddess is merciful, and they won’t have to worry about this soon.

Because with a scream, a figure torn by some terrible weapon flew out and crashed at the end of the corridor, dead~

Everyone looked closely and found that, ah, it was indeed the Frost Iron Priest who had just run away.

In the crowd, a Frost Iron believer who had been grabbed by the collar by a pagan priest and was sifting chaff hard:

“Sir, only the priest knows the complete map! The only exit we know, it… it is in the direction where the pioneers came in!”

“Asshole!”

The priest who caught him quickly was also a man with a rage. Hearing such bad news, he slapped him in the face.

The fragile cervical vertebra of the believer: Just slap the living father, I twisted and didn’t say a word!

Seeing the Frost Iron believers who were transformed into crooked owls on the spot, the priests in public were also frightened, their eyes rolled, and then they shouted.

"They... they clearly said that they would absolutely guarantee safety tonight!"

"And we fully cooperated and followed their rules! Even the friends of the Deep Pond Church used their magic skills to let the Lord God wipe out all traces outside!"

"So now two hours have passed, and the pioneers can actually get in through the main gate. This shows that they are not managing well. All this is their fault!"

Silence.

Then the crowd was excited.

"Yes, it's all the fault of the Frost Iron Church!"

"There must be a traitor among them. They betrayed us!"

"I have felt that something is wrong with them for a long time. You heroes can't let them go!"

If it were in normal times, even if such a major mistake and disaster occurred, everyone would at most blackmail Frost Iron and turn the page.

After all, in theory, he is the leader of this alliance. Even if he is useless, it will be difficult for everyone to continue to cooperate without him.

But now the position of leader obviously does not belong to him, nor to anyone present, and certainly not to Earl Yanshan. It belongs to the Shadow Church.

——Then you, little Han Tie, are useless.

It just so happens that everyone is about to go on an expedition, and they are short of money and food, and they are also short of the fate of fighting side by side. Then, wouldn’t it be enough to tear your hand apart?

So before they came into contact with the pioneers, we had already suffered casualties, and they were Han Tie believers who were stabbed in the back one after another.