I have long been a thug with blood on my hands, and I can't change this fact with or without killing, but I still have unrealistic illusions about the motherland, and Han Zhong's words made me wake up from my fantasies and completely recognize myself now.

Since I can't go back, it's better to break with it completely, does a sinner who has killed countless people care about one more life, I'm lonely enough, we are enemies of the whole world, and the only thing we should cherish the most is the brother in front of us, and other than that, nothing matters.

My shot wiped out all the mustards, and prevented my brothers from doing things against their will because of their friendship with me, and Caesar was still the mercenary who held the bull's ear in the mercenary world.

The helicopter slowly landed outside the church, and Archbishop Odin stood at the door with Slot, Yuli and other members of the Templar Order.

The goddess was so happy to see Archbishop Odin that I suspected that the Uncle Odin she spoke of was not a title, but a real uncle.

No matter what the relationship between them is, it is a good thing that the goddess can have the protection of the huge institution of the Holy See, and if one day we are cornered, it is also an option to take refuge in the Holy See.

Odin was relieved to save the goddess safely, but the situation in the church was getting worse and worse, there was not enough medicine and food, and the injuries of the wounded were getting worse, and even our medicine was donated to them, but it still didn't last long.

Leaning against the tree by the courtyard wall, I took my saber and cut the branches of the tree boringly, the goddess suffered so much, she finally came back without resting, and after eating something, she went around helping among the refugees, I persuaded her several times but she did not listen, she was always so enthusiastic about the affairs of the Holy See.

"Can any of you tell me what we're staying here for?" The young master threw me a piece of chocolate, walked over and sat down, his eyes glancing over the young nuns.

"I haven't had an order to leave yet, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave." The devil stretched and lay on the ground to bask in the sun.

"What do you mean, if you still want to help them fight, I don't have this obligation." The monkey was shot in the lower abdomen, although it was treated in time, but it was kidnapped and did not have time to change the dressing, but fortunately, the wound was not infected, which is a blessing in misfortune.

After being treated by the veterinarian, he stabilized the injury, but he didn't dare to walk fast, and every step had to affect the wound, and the pain was sweating, but this guy just couldn't be quiet, so he let him rest in the house, and when he heard us chatting, he couldn't help but run over to join in the fun.

"Look at your virtue, you have that heart and no ability." The mad lion did not forget to be sarcastic while wiping the gun.

"That's right, so whatever happens, I have a reason to refuse." The monkey sat on the ground against a tree, supported by a dancer.

"Does the Holy See have a good relationship with us? It's like you've known each other for a long time. "The dancer hasn't been with Caesar for a long time, and she doesn't know as much as I do.

"It's not bad, at least it won't be stabbed in the back." The striker glanced at the injured priest refugees and shrugged helplessly, it seemed that he would not be able to leave today.

"It's really troublesome to fight with good intentions, and you have to save people and kill people, and those people in the Templar Order are really tired." The shark clung a straw and turned to look at the Templar members who had been keeping watch outside the church.

"This church has just been attacked, if they hadn't arrived in time, all the people here would have died, and it is their sacred duty to protect their congregation, how can they be tired?" I smiled at the sharks, I knew the Slotes better, the Templar Order existed as a product of religious conflict, not only to protect the cultists, but also to kill the infidels.

The so-called infidels are like invaders in their eyes, but I think they protect the Holy See as if they were protecting their own country, more like government troops, and should not be considered mercenaries, because they are never paid and do not accept tasks other than those of the Holy See.

"There are only a few dozen people in the Templar Order, and there are more than a billion believers all over the world, how can they not be tired of running around the world every day?" The shark smiled faintly.

"In this case, it is indeed worse than us." I turned my head to look at the shark and smiled.

As soon as the words fell, there was a muffled bang, the big tree behind me trembled, and a branch fell on me, and I immediately realized what was happening, and bounced up from the ground violently, and before I could speak, I heard Slote at the door shouting: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!" ”

"Damn, it's not the right time!" The striker scurried to the edge of the wall, glanced out, and then turned his head and said, "There is only a small force, and it seems that we are not needed." ”

As we spoke, Slote and the Templars were already engaged in the invading enemy, and we were loading our guns, ready to act.

As soon as the gunshots rang out, the church was immediately in chaos, and the nuns screamed in fright, and they didn't care about the injured, so they looked for a place to hide.

Seeing that they were terrified before they even figured out the situation, we could only shake our heads helplessly, but fortunately, the stars came out in time to maintain order with the goddess, so as not to let them rush outside the church.

Archbishop Odin and the captain also hurried to the courtyard, Odin went to reassure the congregation, and the captain came straight to us.

"What's going on?" The captain asked with a solemn face.

"Do you need to ask? The enemy has come to the door. The devil spread his hands and said lightly.

"How many?" The captain asked again.

"Three pickup trucks with more than two dozen people, no heavy weapons, the Templar Order is fully capable of coping." The striker observed the situation outside the wall and said without looking back.

The captain was visibly relieved: "They should have come to provoke, which means that the large army is not far from us." ”

"Maybe they're too confident that they can take out the Templar Order with these two dozen people." I raised my sniper rifle and looked at the rear of the enemy with my scope, but for a moment I didn't see a human figure, and it was impossible for these people to take the church protected by the eight Templar orders.

"It's not good to help them, it's not good to look at it like this." The captain understands that Odin invited us here to ask us for help, and we are all friends, so why pretend not to understand it, since we know it.

"Just give them some long-range support, Caesar is not suitable to show up now, otherwise when the large army arrives, there will be no surprise effect." As I spoke, I climbed the big tree next to me.

"Are we really going to stay and help them fight?" The young master asked unhappily.

"Then we'll have to ask Captain Lacey, all we have to do is follow orders." I sneered and pulled the trigger, and in the scope, a black man hiding next to the car, screaming and shooting with his mouth wide open, a cloud of blood erupted above his head, and half of his head flew out.