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"It's a fireball?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's probably the organization that Hincley once talked about."

"What organization?"

It was then that Simon remembered that Vanessa was still asleep.

"Hinkley once said that there are two evil organizations in the vicinity of Silver City, and in addition to the vampire-led Aratsu Holy Cult, there is also a church that worships the god of fire. It's very likely that this emblem is for this church, it's strange that both organizations have sent people here, what is their purpose? ”

"Simon, I'm sorry."

Vanessa suddenly whispered to Simon.

"What are you doing, why are you apologizing?"

Simon was a little confused and looked at Vanessa in confusion.

"I'm sorry to get you involved. I really don't know what to say about it, I didn't mean to let you get the protection of the Brotherhood and stay away from the dangers of the outside world, but now it's putting you in an increasingly dangerous situation, and I don't mean to do that. ”

"It's nothing, Vanessa, you don't have to."

"No, you don't have to do that."

Vanessa brace her spirits, her eyes bright as Simon did when she first saw her, and although it took a series of blows, it only made her stronger.

"At the end of the day, everything that happens to the Brotherhood of Steel has nothing to do with you, you're just a passerby who was inadvertently involved, aren't you? Now you still have a choice, you don't need to go deeper with me, you go, get out of the city. Your talent and background are all a mystery, and you have behaved like a blank slate from the moment we met, which is not normal, and a fool with no common sense cannot live in the world. Your optimism and kindness and bravery are like nothing I've ever seen before, you're like a character in a story, but I don't want to know your past, you're Simon, an unlucky guy who was saved by me, and it's time to separate. You must have some kind of mission to complete it, and don't waste your hard-won life here. ”

Vanessa's eyes contained Simon's incomprehensible emotions, like attachment and longing.

"What mission can I have, I'm just an ordinary person, you don't understand, it's all my own choice, I ......"

"It's you who doesn't understand!"

Vanessa suddenly interrupted Simon.

"Don't you understand? Keep going, and you'll die! It's like Uncle Tom, die. Uncle Thom is so powerful that he is not dead, you yourself admit that if it were not a miracle, you would not be Uncle's opponent, would you? I don't know what's going to happen after that, but that's not the level we can interfere with, people have to do what they can, I don't want you to die here, maybe I shouldn't have brought you back in the first place. Although you are lucky to have survived until now, it does not mean that you can be lucky forever, miracles are not cheap, you are committing suicide. ”

Vanessa had no tears in her eyes, but her expression was like crying.

"That's it, Simon. You don't deserve to die here, and it's worthless, just let me beg you, go, live! ”

"What a stupid thing to say."

Simon walked up and hugged Vanessa.

"I'm not a hero who is used to self-sacrifice, I just feel like I should do it, I don't want to regret what I did in the future, I won't waste a second chance that God gave me. In a place where the world is on the verge of destruction, living may not be the most important thing, and doing something to make your life meaningful before everything is irreparable, I think so. ”

"What counts as something meaningful?"

"It's something that you can remember years later and that you are deeply proud of, a glorious story that you can brag about with your friends or a glorious past that you can tell your children about. No matter how many years have passed, I will not regret it, and I firmly believe that I am doing the right thing. ”

"And what do you want to do?"

Vanessa looked up at Simon.

"Find Sincley and punch him hard in the face and tell him he's wrong."

"That's it?"

"Yes, and then I'll leave. Hinclair has made his choice and as his friend I will blame him, but will not stop him. To be honest, I just want to vent the frustration in my heart, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong. ”

"Even if you don't have a heart, do you feel heartache?"

"Yes."

The two naturally hugged each other, and after a moment Simon let go of his hand.

"If I exist with some kind of mission, it must be to let everyone live better, although I am still weak now, I can only do some insignificant things, but I hope that in the future, more people will believe in the goodwill in people's hearts, even if the end of the world can not erase the light in people's hearts."

Vanessa smiled, like clear dew reflecting the sun.

"Your childish ideals, count me in, if we're all alive."

"That's exciting."

Simon took the black cloak and left the temple with Vanessa.

"Where do we go?"

Simon was hesitating when a huge explosion suddenly occurred in the distance, and the flames were blazing.

"The only one who will clash with the Brotherhood is the enemy of the unknown Church, but should we go over? Which side should we help from our standpoint? ”

"Our purpose is to find the president, isn't it? Why don't we go back to Christina and tell her that the president is in danger, and trust her not to sit idly by. ”

"You're so smart, Vanessa!"

Because he subconsciously regarded the members of the Brotherhood of Steel as enemies, Simon didn't think of Christina for a while.

"Let's go, if Christina helps, you don't have to worry about your own safety if you run into that enemy of the church."

Hinclair, I'm coming!

At this time, the great flame occurred, and Nehmeah walked out of the flames intact, twisting his neck.

"It's really troublesome, only know the rat that sets the trap, don't let me catch you."

Ever since leaving the temple, Nehmiah had been under the watchful eye of him, with unexplained explosions occurring everywhere he passed, forcing him to concentrate on the attacks.

Without the fluctuation of spells, the explosion, which was achieved entirely on its own superpowers, made it impossible for Nehemiah to identify the attacker, let alone track it.

"Whatever you want to do, it's just to slow me down, just find Hinclair and everything will be solved."

In order not to waste time and energy, Nehmiah cast a magic spell and summoned nearby spirits to inquire.

"Is it the East...... No...... It's the North! ”

Nehemiah did not rush to his way when he knew where he was, he cast a flying spell on himself and allowed himself to fly quickly towards the north.

As he expected, there were no new explosions, and the invisible explosions could only be placed on the surface of the object, not in any location.

"It's damn that I was wasting magic in such a small place!"

Nehmeyah cursed the attackers lurking in the shadows, eager to tear him to pieces.

Unlike other spellcasters, users of magic cannot be cultivated from an early age because they rely on their beliefs to cast them, because children's beliefs are easily shaken. As a result, many of the magicians tend to be halfway monks, most likely former warriors, thieves, or warrior monks. If these martial arts warriors become priests, they will be inferior in terms of both the number and level of divine arts compared to other church members who specialize in divine arts. By the way, the Paladin is an exemplary figure who dedicates his body and mind to the gods, and can use many powerful divine powers, so not just any believer can become a holy warrior.

These halfway priests are not fanatics or true believers, for whom faith is nothing more than a trade for power, they are willing to do anything for the gods for the sake of greater power, and they often devote themselves to endless holy wars against the enemies of the church according to their own will, because of their unscrupulous and unrestrained practices, they are also called "pious executioners" or "holy hunters".

These people are thugs cloaked in sacred cloaks, for them, magic is very sacred and precious, it is their killer weapon, they enjoy the powerful power that magic brings them, but their attitude towards magic is becoming more and more paranoid, and even fear of losing it. As a result, they went to great lengths to prove their faith, and gradually they began to fear the gods who gave them magical powers, and eventually became loyal hounds.

Nehmiah's desire to see Sinclair intensified at this point, and a primal urge to hunt surged through him.

"What a wonderful combination of a priest of a true God, and a master of golems, and I can't wait to dedicate your head to my lord. I'm looking forward to what kind of powerful magic will be given to me then. ”

Nehemeyah was the best hunter of prey and torture, he regarded every enemy as a prey to be captured, liked to achieve his goals with minimal strength, and hated tug-of-war, once he had a stalemate with the enemy, he would retreat as soon as possible, and then choose the right time to strike again.

In this respect, he and Neham share a common language, which is why he can tolerate boring travels and have a good conversation with Neham.

"Did Neham kill you, too, Hinclair. It's amazing that I'm just a nobody in the wilderness, but I can kill Neham's kind of being, tsk, it's amazing, but it's also starting to get me excited. ”

Putting the bombing attack behind him, Nehemiah was quickly in the best hunting form, and he would attack Sinclair the moment he spotted him, never allowing Sincley to escape his vision again.

At this time, Nehmeah was an eagle soaring in the sky, a god of death in the air ready to bring disaster to the enemy.

Hinclair, I'm coming!