"Let Aya go back to prison to rest, and I'll do her job!"

Dorothy coughed twice, her voice hoarse, and she brushed away the shredded hair that clung to her cheeks, the blood stains staining her pretty face.

"Dorothy... Sister... I can't hold on... The nun, Aya, was pale from the cold rain, and she struggled to lift her hammer and sway.

Fortunately, Dorothy took the poor little girl into her arms, which made her feel a little warmth.

"Take the little girl back to rest, and the others continue to work. A Crusade squadron leader commanded the soldiers beside him.

"Yes, Squadron Leader Gagarin. One of the Crusader soldiers immediately slammed his spear to the ground and responded with a loud voice.

The rain slid down the cross insignia on the chest of the Crusader armor, and the vigorous lines were so powerful that unlike the prison guards who hid in the rain and chattered, the Crusaders, led by Squadron Leader Gagarin, stood in two neat rows in the rain, no matter how cold the armor was, it could not make them flinch.

As a member of the Ace Legion guarding the Imperial Capital, their arrogance and iron blood originally made them disdain to cooperate with these "ruffian" prison guards to guard the Sea Prison, but based on their absolute obedience to military orders, they still came here without hesitation.

"Wait!" a guy sitting in the pergola with Erlang's legs crossed squinted his eyes, "Cook Prison Warden's order is to let these Imperial bugs work until the early hours of the morning, isn't Squadron Leader Gagarin a little lenient, the Crusaders are just here to help defend the Sea Realm Prison, when will they learn to fight against the guest?!"

The squinted-eyed creature was bitter and mean-spirited, and his deep disdain for the Crusaders was palpable.

"Bailie, after all, they are just a bunch of weak nuns, so why bother them so much?" replied Gagarin politely.

"Do you need sympathy for the bugs? Joke! A bunch of demagogues who only cost Imperial Gold deserve Lao Tzu's sympathy?"

The more Bailie spoke, the more angry he became, and he beckoned to one of the prison guards, who immediately whipped Dorothy on the back, instantly pumping Dorothy into the muddy water, and the blood on her skin was revealed.

"Dorothy, are you alright?"

Seeing this, the other dozen or so nuns immediately stumbled and swarmed around, except for Dorothy, whose eyes were still full of unyielding anger, the other nuns' faces were full of sorrow and sympathy, and their faith in God began to waver in their hearts, and their only thought was to live, to live desperately.

"You can see it, Lord Gagarin, that I am only doing what I am told. Bailie laughed as he spoke, as if satisfying some of his pathological fetishes.

"Bailie, was it you who sent the other nuns to the execution table the other days ago?!" Dorothy asked aloud, ignoring the pain of her scars being drenched in the damp rain.

"Yo, you guessed it!" Bailie stared at Dorothy nakedly, like a man-eating wolf, "This kind of good thing, Lao Tzu deserves it." ”

"You're going to die for me!" Dorothy ripped off the cross around her neck and threw the bloody cross at Bailie, "I won't let you go!"

"Hehe, silver?" Bailie grabbed the cross easily, "It's a pity that it's worthless, it's too shabby compared to the cross of the Holy Church, and garbage is really garbage." ”

"I'm waiting for your vengeance, slut!" and then Bailie threw the cross into the mud beneath his feet with disdain, and deliberately stepped on it a few more times.

Al who was hiding behind the haystack held back the anger in his heart, the "steel bone" in his left hand made a grinding sound, and Li Shiyi looked at everything in the quarry coldly, he patted Al on the shoulder and signaled him not to be impulsive and continue to wait and see.

Several desperate nuns broke down and wept bitterly, the horrific experience of these days almost completely shattered their psychological defenses, and they hugged each other in twos and threes to release the pain in their hearts.

But what followed was a raindown of beatings from the prison guards, and the sound of whips was so striking that the crusaders' hard-core soldiers could not bear to look at them.

"Bailie, these nuns haven't really been convicted until now, have they?!Are you doing this in accordance with the criminal laws of the Empire?" Gagarin's face also became serious, and these nuns with a tragic fate reminded him of his own daughter of the same age.

"Here, what Master Cook is talking about is criminal law," Bailie casually spat out a piece of fruit pit, "Lord Gagarin, if you have any doubts, you can go to Master Cook for clarification, but before then, I advise you to take care of your own affairs and not trouble our work." ”

"Bailie, you..."

"Keep working!" Before Gagarin could speak, Bailie suddenly interrupted the other party with a loud shout.

After a brief period of turmoil, the sparse beating sound sounded again.

"Brother, it seems that the nuns are going to be forced to work until dawn like this, we may not have much time left, and if we don't find a way to get rid of these supervising guys, we won't be able to successfully implement the plan. ”

"I already thought that this might happen," Li Shiyi said calmly, "Do you remember that skull sign I marked on the improvised map just now?"

"You mean the warehouse that holds gasoline?!" Al immediately turned his head to look at the warehouse not far away, "But how did you find out, brother?"

"Every time the patrol team changes shifts, they will be delayed in front of the warehouse for about half a minute, and after walking through the shadow of the warehouse, they will have an extra torch full of gasoline in their hands," Li Shiyi wiped the rain from the brim of his hat, "Although the humidity is heavy, I will not be mistakenly surprised by the pungent smell of gasoline." ”

"Awesome, my senior brother!" Al really wanted to give Li Shiyi a thumbs up, "Your nose is stronger than a dog... Forehead... I'm sorry, brother, but this metaphor doesn't seem appropriate... Ahem. ”

"Okay, don't be a sycophant, it's been about twenty minutes so far, and if nothing goes wrong, we should be able to implement the plan smoothly," Li Shiyi admonished, "but we must be measured, and a small set of local arson will be enough, the purpose is to attract the attention of these guards, and we must not set the whole prison on fire." ”

"Don't worry, I'll leave the two guys guarding the warehouse to me," Al clenched his fists together, "and promise to give them a good night's sleep." ”

The night at Sea Prison was as quiet and eerie as ever, and no one seemed to notice that two sneaky guys were preparing to make a big fuss here.

A few minutes later, the two guards in front of the door of the warehouse containing the gasoline barrels were long gone, and from the iron windows of the warehouse were a few wisps of black smoke that strangely floated out, and the choking smell stirred up the cold night.

"Oh no, there's a fire!"

One of the guards on patrol shouted, and then the guards and Crusader soldiers in the quarry noticed the billowing black smoke from the gasoline warehouse.

"Fuck it, what the hell guy guards the warehouse, he can set Lao Tzu on fire on a rainy day!" Bai Li, who was dozing off, suddenly jumped up from the recliner, "What are you doing in a daze? Go put out the fire for Lao Tzu, don't disturb Master Cook's rest!"

"And what are we going to do with these prisoners?"

"Nonsense! Drive them all back to the cage, and let them get out when the fire is extinguished!"

Bailie leaped forward, the soles of his feet crackling, and the mud splattered everywhere, and he sprinted towards the gasoline warehouse.

"Lord Gagarin, shall we go over and help?" asked one of the Crusader soldiers.

"Wait," Gagarin looked at the smoke-filled gasoline warehouse with his arms folded over his chest, the sound of the silver armor striking loudly, "I only see smoke, but not fire, and there must be a demon when things go wrong, how can this fire be so strange." ”

Watching the nuns slowly walk towards the cell where they were being held under the reprimand of the prison guards, the crusaders in silver steel helmets did not act rashly, Gagarin took his eyes off the girl who resisted Bailie, with many years of military experience, he still led his troops to guard here, in his opinion, maybe this fire was set by the Raven Organization.

Moments later, one of the Crusaders, led by a team leader, headed straight for Cook's location, where they had to keep the Ravens from attacking the prison's leader, while the other team disappeared into the quarry, where they had gone through the fog, but not to help the guards put out the fire.

"Hurry up, hurry up, water water!"

"It's over, I'm going to be locked up now!"

"Don't talk nonsense!

Faced with the gushing black smoke and heat, the guards outside the door had no idea how far the inside of the warehouse was burning.

At this time, Al and Li Shiyi, who were hiding on the top of the gasoline warehouse, were calmly observing the prison guards who were messing around on the ground.

It was true that the fire set off by the two of them was not large, it was just to knock over two iron barrels full of gasoline, but they poured these two barrels of gasoline almost all over the outer edge of the warehouse, and surrounded the other gasoline barrels in the center to isolate them, plus Al easily lit a few steam motorcycles stacked in the corner, so for a while, black smoke filled the air, although it seemed to be huge, but the fire was not big.

"Let's go, go to the prison where the nuns are held!"

"Hmm. ”

Immediately afterward, two sturdy black figures jumped from behind the warehouse into the darkness, and they sped away through the mist in the direction the nuns had left.

"Sister Dorothy, do you hurt?" Aya dipped a washed white rag in the little potion that was left to help Dorothy clean the wound.

"My sister doesn't hurt. Dorothy barely managed to squeeze out a smile from her pale lips.

The intense work of the night and the rain made Dorothy, who had already worked hardest, unable to hold on any longer, with layers of fine beads of sweat on her forehead, hot cheeks and trembling body constantly sending her a dangerous signal: Dorothy was sick.

"Sister, your forehead is so hot!" Aya raised her head worriedly, "It can't be a fever, right?"

"Shhhhh Dorothy's voice was weak.

"But..."

Dorothy gently covered Aya's mouth and shook her head at her with a smile.

The rest of the nuns were so tired that their souls were in a state of dissociation, so when they arrived in the prison, they fell into the dry weeds, like corpses, and even the power to lift their eyelids was extravagant.

Soon, the sound of slight snoring echoed in this small space.

"It would be nice if this fire set the entire Sea Prison on fire..."

Dorothy held Aya in her arms, staring blankly in the direction of the rising smoke, her hand clutching a piece of white paper with stick figures.

"That way, my brother won't have to risk it for me, just like the last time he rushed into the fire desperately..."