"Are you alright, Father Misoor?" Chuikov asked, looking at the devastation in front of him. ↑，

At this moment, Hannes beside him was roaring.

"Who the hell are you? Damn it, would you let someone of this level want to execute you? "The target of these people of unknown origin may be this old man in front of him. Although Hannes also has many enemies, but this time he came here no one knows except Count Romanlov, and even if Romanlov wanted to get rid of him, it was impossible for him to gather so many troops, not even the Grand Duke Vladimir had such strength, let alone a small count. Then there is only one possibility. The goal of these armies was to come at the priest's fate.

It was nothing short of unfortunate for Hannes, who used rifles with enough firepower to smash the entire church into a sieve.

But he at least wanted to know who had killed him!

"There's a secret passage in the back, and I don't think those people will find out yet." Father Misoor, on the contrary, seemed to be calm, as if he had expected this to happen.

Chuikov was slightly stunned, but when he saw the old man's resolute gaze, he still nodded.

"You still want to run!" Entrenched, Hannes' eyes widened and he aimed his repeater at Chuikov and Father Misoor.

"If you don't want to die yet, join us, do you think those people will let you go?" Chuikov sneered, completely unconcerned about the other party's threat.

"Damn, you guys wait for Lao Tzu!" After hesitating for a moment, Hannes, who gritted his teeth, finally put down the repeater in his hand and followed.

・・・・・・

Outside the church, the cautious soldiers did not immediately rush in, after all, this time their target was not ordinary people. The cockpits of the two mechs opened, and out came two knights, a man and a woman.

"Lord Earl, are we?" The soldier commander asked the two for instructions.

If Hannes could see the faces of these two men, he would have cursed, because he was familiar with them.

The sworn enemy of the [North Wind] mercenaries [Ice Skull] thieves, and the main force of them is the Count of Pol and his wife, although the name is a noble title, but they are outright robbers, and even the nobles in the Rus Kingdom rarely provoke them.

And who actually took them under their command, and these new weapons obviously could not be affordable for them.

"The first team outflanked the left flank, the second team outflanked the right flank, and the third and fourth teams attacked from the front."

"Understood!"

The couple stood in their own cars and commanded the army to surround the church in an orderly manner. Constance Dante, who was hiding in the grass on the hillside, comforted Ekarina and helped her to calm her fears.

When the other party's gaze casually scanned them, the piercing chill made the girl dare not even breathe.

Constance Dante knew that it was the gaze of the murderer, that pair of women, yes, yes, they definitely had human blood on their hands, and by no means a few, but dozens, hundreds, or even thousands, and only in this way could that aura be cultivated.

But even Constance Dante himself was surprised, why, why he was not afraid at all.

It seems that that kind of eyes, that kind of aura, for Cons Dante, has long been commonplace.

Who am I? Who the hell am I? This question haunted Constance Dante once again

"The people inside the Earl are gone." However, the soldiers who rushed in found the shattered church empty.

Obviously there were people just now, but now they are empty and there is not even a shadow.

Looking at the fallen steel wreckage, a subtle smile appeared on Countess Pol's face, and the graceful posture wrapped in the close-fitting tights made everyone swallow.

"It seems a pity that our old adversary and our prey have fled, my lord!"

"But they can't get far." Unlike the lady's cold and seductive, Count Pol was a man as cold as iron, and his tall body sat back in the cramped cockpit.

The T-24 roared as the soldiers scattered, their huge arms falling like a thunderbolt, turning the ancient churches into ruins.

Dusty, in front of the mech, all creations are nothing more than rubble.

The entire church was overturned by Count Pol's mech.

"Sure enough." Countess Pol smiled softly, only to see that in the middle of the church was a secret door, which was obviously where Father Misool had fled. "It's an authentic, it looks like they can't escape too far."

Count Pol, who was sitting in the cockpit, was silent, and suddenly the huge mecha waved his hand suddenly, and a man's cold voice came, "Everyone immediately searched around, and found the target to kill!" ”

Even if the other party escaped from the tunnel, they couldn't have escaped too far.

The heavily armed soldiers immediately dispersed and searched the surrounding woods.

・・・・・・

"They found out." Father Misol and his party, who had escaped from the emergency passage, had not escaped far before they heard the heavy steps of the soldiers approaching.

"Who the hell are you?" Until now, Hannes was still haunted by the fact that even exiles from the New Roman Empire would not need to send an army to hunt them down.

"Is that still important to you now? Their goal is not your words, you can leave on your own now. Chuikov gave Hannes a cold look, and then took the old man on his back and hid in the forest.

Right now! Leave on your own? Are you kidding!

How could that madman couple give themselves a chance to leave alive? Hannes had already repented of his own intestines at this time, how could he take Romanoff's job in a hot heart.

Hannes gritted his teeth and followed as he looked at the shot in his hand, he wasn't sure if he could escape this fate, but now he could only gamble.

・・・・・・

In the deserted wilderness, the Counts of Pol and his wife led all the mercenaries to search the vast forest behind the church, but the steam locomotive parked next to it was not guarded. Cons, Dante and Ekarina finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaning out of the bushes.

"Brother Cons, Daddy, he ・・・・・・," asked Ekarina, trembling in her arms, not daring to look forward, for she was afraid that under the ruins would be her father's cold corpse.

"Don't worry, Uncle Chuikov should be fine for the time being." Constance Dante tried to be relieved, but even so, he could only assure him that it was only temporary. Somehow, Cons, Dante, suddenly and unconsciously took a step towards the two steam locomotives.

"Brother Cons, Dante?" Ekarina stopped sobbing and looked at Constance Dante incredulously, a look of astonishment.

All the men went after Father Misoor, and no one was left, and at last Dante mustered up the courage to drop his crutches and hide by the car door.

Ekarina looked at Constance Dante in amazement, and by surprise, Constance Dante skillfully opened the trunk.

Sure enough, it had what he wanted.