As the substitutes walked through the palace, especially after seeing Constance, the doubts in Jason's eyes finally disappeared, and he nodded, motioning for Marin and Constance to follow him to meet the mistress of the kingdom.

To be honest, Marin really didn't want to meet that lady, after all, he was almost killed when they first met, and this was only an afterthought.

Later, although she turned enemies into friends, Marin was still insensitive to this kind of woman who was ready to kill at every turn, even if she finally agreed not to meddle in his and Faye's affairs, but that was also the result of the heavy investment made by Lady Anna.

Subconsciously, Marin sees her as an adversary, not a friend.

But in the end, Marin met the lady Manly quietly.

She sat in her chair, looked at Constance who walked in and smiled: "Constanz, my old friend, you are here." ”

"Yes, ma'am, I'm really glad to see you safe and sound, after all, there are fewer and fewer of us old friends." With that, the old man moved out of the way.

Mrs. Manli looked at Marin and smiled: "Marin, I really didn't expect that we would meet here." ”

"Yes, ma'am, I didn't expect that we would meet here." Marin pursed his lips, a little unsure if he should laugh or be more serious.

It was the lady who relieved him, and she invited Constance to the war room to discuss the situation, so Marin was left alone with a rare rest.

Marin didn't choose to sit down, but began to calculate the amount of ammunition he had left.

There were forty-two more rounds for rifles, twenty-seven more for shotguns, ten more rounds for revolvers, and then explosives...... I don't have a chance to use it, but I think I will have the opportunity to use it soon.

After checking the power of the flashlight, he manually charged the purple flashlight with psionic energy, and then strengthened the strap that tied the flashlight.

Jason watched Marlin finish doing this, he smiled and nodded: "Little Mr. Marin, you checked very carefully. ”

"Because the careless will always die quickly." Marin glanced up at him, then replied with a smile.

“…… You're right, forgive me for missing it. Jason smiled and nodded, then walked to the military intelligence room.

Marin turned and took the coffee and snacks from the maid.

Took a sip and took a bite, huh...... It's a little worse than Faye.

If you insist on talking about shortcomings, it is probably that there is no taste of love and sweetness.

………………

Casaman cautiously poked his head out the window to see a group of Chaos passing through the street, who were supposed to be preparing to go west to engage the City Guards and the Church of Justice as a substitute for punishment.

The cultists of Nurgle are supposed to be preparing to dig up the surface and attack the tunnels directly from above.

What a guy with the power to act.

In addition to this, Casaman has made a new discovery - these followers of Nurgle are completely different from his sect, and they are even hunting down members of the Cult of Fatherly Love.

It was because of this confirmation that Casamane was able to escape the catastrophe instead of crashing headfirst in front of them.

Then I saw a guy in a robe.

Judging from the skeleton, it should be a man, although women do have burly people, but the guy in front of him is too tiger-backed, and his arms are thicker than Casaman's waist.

It's the Great Devil

No, if it's a big demon, it's too thin.

Most likely, a Prince of Chaos.

The dead fat man seems to have really invested a lot of money, the prince's head is definitely the most expensive sacrifice on the altar of the just church except for the big devil, and the god of justice may send down a blessing so that the guy who sacrificed it will get great benefits.

It's just that Casaman is now in a position where he can shoot the prince and maybe even smash or kill him.

But the next Chaos chase would make him regret doing it.

So, I forgot about the reward.

As he was thinking this, the prince suddenly stopped, and he pointed to the house across the street, and a group of chaos rushed in, and soon Casaman saw a child and a man being dragged out.

"Goddess...... Casaman whispered, even if his voice couldn't get through.

The giant killed the man and then sucked up his bodily fluids like a vampire, and Casaman watched as the man 'folded' up like a blanket and watched the boy struggle desperately at the hands of Chaos.

Then, as if he had received some order, Chaos carried the child on his shoulder.

Casaman watched them leave, and the powerless middle-aged man sighed.

Why do some people still regard the chaos of the subspace as gods, why is it so ugly, but in their eyes it is as sweet as honey.

Is it just because it can live forever?

Casaman's hand drew the emblem of the Church of the Goddess of the Harvest on his chest.

My goddess, please help me.

After a few moments, Casaman made another gesture.

My goddess, help me to kill the enemy.

………………

The girl sitting on the bench in the fog opened her eyes, and the owner of her snow-like skin, long silver hair, and slender body turned her head to look at her sister sitting on the same large chair.

"Someone is calling us, sister."

"That's a call to the goddess of the harvest, sister."

At this point, the sister opened her eyes, and she waved her left hand in a gesture that seemed to guide her.

In the next second, the same girl as her appeared in front of them.

"He doesn't need us, it's you, Ella."

"Hand it over to me, if he doesn't die in this battle, then he's my first vicarious."

Then the gray-haired girl smiled and disappeared in front of the two girls.

The two girls sat down together and closed their eyes again.

This time, a wind blew through and blew away the mist, and a huge ancient tree appeared behind them.

On the tree, a woman with twisted flesh on her face was sleeping peacefully.

………………

Casaman was silent for a moment, then smiled self-deprecatingly.

It had been a long time since the goddess of harvest had appeared, and most of the native gods had disappeared except for the god of justice, and Casaman knew that it was the native gods who were afraid of the evil gods, and that they were not strong enough to face the chaos head-on, except for the god of justice.

But the goddess of harvest is still his faith, not only because she still provides magic for believers, but because she teaches one village after another, so that all the peasants in the world can have enough to eat.

He stood up—he had to figure out where the hell the Nurgle Chaos was digging through the ground.

If he could, he would destroy that location at the necessary moment, in the necessary way, whether on the surface or underground.

For example, a high-level salvo of mages.

Thinking of this, he checked the flare gun on his waist one more time.

After confirming, he prepared to leave the place.

As his hand reached the door, a glimmer of light from behind him stopped him.

Casaman turned cautiously, the force behind him making him stagger, but his unwavering conviction made him not kneel in the end, but gritted his teeth and stared directly at the empty figure in front of him.

It was a small figure, with a warm light and boundless majesty.

"Casaman, you're calling for power." It is a female voice, gentle and beautiful, but it also has the purest and proudest tone.

"No, I'm calling my goddess, not you." Casaman's only feeling at this time was regret - he didn't wait for the goddess to respond, and a great being who didn't know where to hear his words and tore open the crystal wall and entered the world in a projection.

can tear the crystal wall and directly project it, this is at least the level of the four evil gods, and those so-called evil gods in the local area are very likely to be packed and not enough for this one-handed fight.

"The Harvest Goddess is hurt, and my friends are helping her, and they say, you need my help, so I'm here."

The phantom began to transform, Casaman watched in horror as he approached him step by step, there seemed to be a curtain in the air, and the phantom began to become three-dimensional, until a small hand passed through the curtain, and then the black psionic energy wrapped her body like clothing, this was a gray-haired girl, there was no distortion or mutation on her body, she was so perfect, her appearance was so peculiar, that for a moment, he seemed to be ...... I saw the little bastard named Marin.

"I am Ella, the wife of the god of vengeance, Kassamene, I heard your heart, you are calling me, you want to avenge your friends, pay off the blood debt for your elders, so, I am here." The girl stood there smiling.

At this moment, Casamane could even hear the footsteps coming from the window, and it was clear that the room was as bright as day, but the chaos was as if it was completely unsightly.

Casaman stubbornly took over the topic: "...... What do I need to give. ”

He was ready for the soul to be destroyed, such a great power, even if she didn't have the appearance of chaos on her, but what she said didn't seem like the words of a good god.

Is it the great divine power of the outer plane?

Is there any other world besides chaos that is paying attention to this small world?

With such thoughts and thoughts, Casaman looked at the girl in front of him, he was waiting for an answer, if he could, he was not afraid of the death of the ashes, as long as he could take revenge, for his elders, for his friends.

Even if you die a hundred times, a thousand times will not be a problem.

"Be my agent, Kassameman, and let the name of the God of Vengeance spread throughout the world." The girl smiled and said, reaching out and pointing at Casaman.

Then Casaman felt like a different person—the pain from his previous undercover work was gone, his not-so-good knee seemed to be a new one, and when he looked up again, the girl was gone, and only a dagger landed on the floor in front of him.

Looking at the special insignia on the dagger, Casaman finally lowered down and picked it up.

Swapping the dagger for the dagger at his waist, Casaman drew a badge on his chest with the insignia of the goddess of harvest.

Then, as if he had no teacher, he drew another one on his chest.

………………

"Madame, we must stop the actions of Chaos, whether it is Nurgle or the Tonguebird, who want to destroy this city and even the entire kingdom." Constance looked at the old lady in front of him, he was waiting for an answer.

Manli took a deep breath and finally nodded: "I will take my guards with you, Constance, you are right, I can't sit idly by and watch this city be destroyed, there are too many memories for me and Goethe, although if we leave, the chaos will destroy this palace...... But in life, there is always a price to pay for making choices. ”

Constance smiled and nodded.

So everyone started to move, Jason began to instruct the servants to remove some valuable paintings and artifacts, the team would return to the church first, leave the servants and artifacts behind, and then everyone would go to the eastern part of the city.

Marin watched as the servants began to dismantle the gold from the furniture as if they were moving, and began to think about a problem.

What did he say when he saw Faye.

Your home is gone

It's a fact...... But, will you be beaten?

In the end, Marin decided that when nothing happened, illness came from the mouth, and disaster came from the mouth, sometimes, it was better to think more about his own life.

The housekeeper Jason came over with a tube at this time, and he handed the tube to Marin: "This thing is the most suitable for you to keep, Mr. Marin." ”

"What" Marin took the tube, opened it, and pulled out a painting.

"It's a portrait of Miss Faye when she was six years old." While Jason was saying this, Marlin had already opened the painting.

Faye is small, with long hair and a quiet smile on his face.

Like a little adult.

Marin carried the tube on his back: "I'll take good care of it." ”

"I'm sure you will." The butler smiled and turned to leave.

Marin tugged at the strap of the tube and began to think about what to say when he met Faye.

I'm sorry, they demolished your room, but I'll bring your portrait back for the sake of.

…… Well, the main body of responsibility is not himself, he has hard work and merit, and this is all right.

………………

As soon as the exchange of fire in the streets ended, Colin eagerly followed a group of substitutes into the alley room, which, according to intelligence, was the entrance to the underground passage leading to the location of the circle.

As soon as he pushed open the door, Colin saw the old man lying on the sofa panting, and in front of him, two chaotic human bodies were upside down.

"You're Terr" Colin checked his face and found that it was basically the same as on the portrait.

"I am." The old man was panting, he was clutching his abdomen, but blood was coming from between his fingers.

Colin took one look at his wound and knew that he was hopeless - he had been penetrated through the liver, and by the time first responders came, the old man should have died of blood loss.

"What are we going to do?" He looked at the old man and asked.

"Don't, don't trust all the sunken fish, some fish ......," the old man stopped breathing.

A substitute punisher glanced at his companion: "What does he want to say"

Colin reached out and wiped his eyelids: "He probably wanted to say that some fish died." ”

After Colin finished speaking, he lifted the two corpses, saw the chaotic structure and the muzzle of the gun on their faces, he raised his head and looked at the revolver next to Terr's hand: "This should be the other two fish, they are corrupted." ”

Thinking of this, Colin turned his head to look at the mentor who walked into the room and the Bishop of Karnava of the God of War Church: "Mentor, Your Excellency, Mr. Ter was killed in battle, and the other two fish were corrupted, so they should have killed Mr. Ter." ”

"So who can guide us in the direction of progress now." Kanawa of the Church of the God of War crossed his hands.

Hoffman smiled and pointed to the east: "Just go this way, we will go wherever there is a lively fight, and the existence of chaos is the direction we are heading." ”

Colin nodded: "Mentor, I'll lead the team down." ”

"O'Neill, go down with our parishioners." Kanava turned his head and instructed his apprentice.

The young human smiled and nodded, "Yes, Mentor." ”

The two young men led the team into the underground tunnel, Colin shook his head and pulled up the filter mask around his neck: "It stinks here, O'Neill, are you alright?"

"I was born in a slum where the poor live, and it stinks even worse than here." After the young man finished speaking, he buckled his helmet to his head: "I'll hit the head"

"No, I'll take the lead." Colin shook his head.

The two young men looked at each other until they reached out at the same time.

Colin held his hands and O'Neill held the hammer, so the former walked to the front with a proud face, and he motioned for his squad of substitutes to walk on his left hand side, while O'Neill led his men on the right.

Colin walked some distance forward, and stopped when he noticed that the lighting system was turned off.

O'Neill walked up to him, and he shone a flashlight on the passage: "It's nothing, why stop." ”

"My junior brother told me that when something goes wrong, there is a problem." Colin said as he turned on the ultraviolet lamp under the muzzle of the gun, and he lifted the muzzle of the gun to shine a ghost in the air.

In an instant, O'Neill pulled out the revolver at his waist and pulled the trigger on the ghost.

Colin stretched out his right hand and grabbed O'Neill and stepped back, while tearing a purple grenade directly from his waist and throwing it into the passage.

As the grenade began to work, O'Neill stared blankly at the large number of ghosts in the entire passage - if he had just followed his command, all of them would be dead by now.

The substitute punisher had already begun to attack at this time, the silver bullets could inflict multiple damage, and the sacred technique could kill and injure the ghosts in pieces, and when the possibility of a sudden attack was lost, the ghosts faced the church's substitute punishment troops, like a helpless child facing a strong adult, and in just a few seconds, the ghosts in the passage disappeared.

"Thank you." O'Neill said, looking at Colin.

Colin smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "We are now comrades-in-arms facing a desperate situation together. ”

"Hmm." O'Neill nodded, then caught the ever-bright purple and magic lamps that Colin had thrown at them, and they began to fix the lighting in this section of the passage to prevent any more ghosts from attacking the followers.