What if I run away with all my children? What happens after that? Even if they return to Wai Village, who will raise them? How do I get out of food shortage?

I tried to push the strength in my body, but I knew better where my limits were. I'm like a character in the game who affects balance, being patched like a dog for no reason, but the incompetence of the designer is visible.

There must be demons among these demons, and Bram can't get through it, and I can't make it through it.

There was still some time before sunset, but the village was getting dark, and the haze began to spread across the rooftops.

With a click, several large searchlights lit up, illuminating the mountains and forests in the distance, and the demons began to move.

The light of the searchlight was very harsh, and the excessive light blinded people, and the surrounding darkness became darker.

I felt the fear of the light in my heart, and the yearning for the light.

Bloodline Longinus, Saint Longinus, is it really the blood of the Holy Son that has allowed you to achieve the transformation that the Bloodline has dreamed of for tens of thousands of years?

How do you embrace the sunshine in the dead night?

How do you experience happiness in the gloomy Requiem?

Let the demons come.

The men of the village shouted outside, "Chief, they are about to begin!" ”

Yuden said to me, "Please! Don't sit idly by. He said no more, and ran out of the house first, and they all got up and rushed out of the house.

I jumped on the wooden wall and felt the situation outside. The roar of the demons filled the mountains with fear, and the mountains trembled, and they rushed down the hillside and attacked. I saw the demon messenger, dressed like a fashionable clown, with a face that was half black and half white, like a half moon, with a white star under his eyes and a black star under his eyes in the white half.

He sat behind him with a grin, four red demons surrounding him, and a black demon not far from him.

This black demon alone can almost be solved by using up the bullets of the entire village.

On the inside of the wooden wall, they built a platform, and the men of the village climbed onto the platform, armed with imposing assault rifles, and shot at the approaching demons. The muzzle of the gun spat out tongues of fire and struck the running demon, and I saw the demon fall, but immediately got up again.

Their firepower is too scattered, and their marksmanship is even worse, shooting from a distance is like buying a lottery ticket, and when the demon gets closer, he can't hit the vital point, and I see that the parts of the demon that are shot are all in the chest and abdomen of the body, which is where their skin is thick.

Lukanbai was holding a big guy, a Gatling gun, which was fixed to the shelf, and Lukanbai pulled the trigger, and the shells clanged and rained down. This shot is extremely fast, and it can knock down a demon in an instant, so the demons scatter and don't give him a chance to shoot, it is the demon envoy who controls them.

I jumped off the wooden wall, not outside, but into the village, and the demons got under the wooden wall and began to climb, and after a few clicks their heads popped out. When the old and weak women and children in the village saw this, they screamed in fright. And the man on the platform was busy with a shuttle of bullets, knocking the demon back to the ground.

But it was too late, the white demon was already tall, and he didn't put the wooden wall more than two meters high in his eyes at all, and in an instant, at least twenty demons climbed the wall, and the men didn't have time to deal with it, and they were pulled down to the other side of the wall by the demon's claws, and the end was self-explanatory. Then, another wave of demons climbed over the wall, and the men guarding the village turned their heads back and forth, shouting, "Protect the rear!" "Keep suppressing!"

The male villagers in the rear, hiding behind some fortifications made of spiked stakes made of wood, the second and final layer of defensive nets, shouted: "Fire!" Keep firing! "Don't let them go one step further!" Then, the muzzle spat out flames.

About five demons were wounded, and that was the full price of the demons, and then they broke down the fortifications, tearing the villagers apart and breaking their bones. Roars and screams rang out from the men's throats, and they shot blindly, but after a few shots, they were knocked down and died tragically under the demons' minions.

A white demon lunged at me, and I unleashed the fidar to finish it off with the guy behind it. This scene was seen by an old woman holding a child in her arms, who pointed at me and shouted, "He... He can protect us! "At times like these, news spreads very quickly and people quickly gather around me.

I stepped back a few meters, and they followed me in a line like ducklings following the mother. I shouted, "Retreat into the village!" Is there a big house? ”

People shouted, "There is a big wooden house, go to the big wooden house!" ”

We went into the alley and hurried to the big wooden house, and the demons gave chase, and appeared at the mouth of the alley, and formed a straight line, and the terrain was favorable, and I struck out the gods, and killed five or six demons in one blow.

People shouted, "Oh my God! And he did it! "What did he do?" "It's easier for him to kill demons than chickens!" "He is a messenger of God, a hero!" As the word spread, their words were filled with excitement and hope.

The state of mind is different, because of the state of mind, I entered the state of Saint Longinus, I have a pure heart and few desires, my heart is like water, as if I have just solved a physiological problem with my hands. I don't hate demons, I don't sympathize with them, I just observe, understand, and kill them.

Saint Longinus, have you ever hated the monsters in the darkness as much as you hated your own fate?

Have you ever killed them and become numb in this killing?

Subsequently, did you find humanity in them, and found something worthy of pity?

You have suffered from a torment of conscience, and after countless years of self-exile, you have chosen to be relieved?

You don't judge, you don't arbitrate, you accept these anomalies, just like you accept your own curse?

Then you found your way.

The saint's eyes were calm and almost boring, and he looked at the bright lights that illuminated them, and the demons were not afraid of them, they illuminated it as if it were daylight, but it was not the sun after all.

Demons are not easy to deceive.

The villagers behind him shouted, "They're behind!" Behind, heroes! There are demons in the back! ”

The saint turned his head, and the red demon, a figure more than three meters tall, blocked the passage of the big wooden house.

The saint raised the holy spear, and an arc of lightning struck the red demon, the red demon was shaken, and the smoke billowed on his body, and the saint sent another extinction thunderbolt, and the thunder and lightning were full of thought blades, and the red demon did not die after being hit, but fled in embarrassment.

After all, the fish bones are still injured.

The saint led the rest of the villagers to the big wooden house, where demons of all sizes had arrived. The saints were like a dividing line, with a dense crowd of demons in front and trembling villagers in the back. In the rest of the world, there are still sporadic killings, but most of them are here.

The searchlights are the brightest here.

The saint pointed the tip of his spear at the sky, the hilt of his spear standing on the ground, and he pressed his head against the smear of blood on the tip of the spear, and blood flowed from his own forehead, and the two became one.

He emitted a brilliant golden glow that melted into the light of a searchlight like water in a dyehouse.

The light turned into sunlight.

The demons raised their hands to shield them, and they shuddered from the sun, and in an instant, they cried out in horror, trying to find a place where there was no sunlight, but the searchlights covered most of the village, and they had nowhere to hide but to flee outside the village.

Demons can be harmed by sunlight, just like the Bloods, to a far lesser extent than vampires, but they arouse the same great fear in their hearts, and even the Demon Messenger can't easily suppress it—especially so many demons.

They fled in a panic, knocking down the fragile huts, smashing the fences and the crops, and their destination was outside, and they ran straight outside, trying to stay away from the light source, not even wanting to take shelter from the wind for a while.

The villagers watched in amazement, and after a brief silence, burst into loud cheers: "He repelled them!" "Thank the light, thank the oracle, you are our hero!"

They approached the saint, but they remained in awe for fear of disturbing his sacred ritual.

The saint just changed the nature of the light, which didn't take much effort, and when the demons moved away, he ended the temporary sunshine.

The saint asks, "How long does a generator last?" ”

Yuden stepped out of the crowd and replied, "The battery will last for most of the day, and then we will have to recharge it with wind and water." ”

The saint said, "Then tomorrow night this place will be lost." ”

The pilgrims knelt down and prayed, "Please kill the man behind the scenes and solve the crisis for us once and for all." ”

The saint shook his head and said, "You must evacuate, or you will be devoured by demons, or even more tragic." ”

The people began to weep and beg for more humble, more pitiful, but the saint remained unmoved, and he remained solemn and composed, but kept shaking his head.

Yuden asked, "Where can we go?" ”

The saint said, "A place of crying, take all your grain and the seeds of the corn and come with me in daylight." ”

The people were still in love, and the saint said, "If you don't go, I will leave alone tomorrow morning." I have made up my mind that I will not change it. ”

They looked at each other, whispering at first, then arguing louder. Someone said, "This is where we've always lived, where we've put down roots." "I've lived here since I was a child, are we really going to leave here forever?"

The saints heard a man whispering, "He saved our lives, but what if he is an associate of the devil?" He wants us to surrender our homes without a fight, and, who knows what kind of place he will take us? Maybe it's a demon's lair, or worse? ”

Saint Longinus had long been accustomed to the suspicion and ignorance of mankind, and he knew that it was insolvable, and that even the strictest institutions, the most demagogic rhetoric, could not dispel the cunning and self-righteousness of mankind.

He changed his state of mind.

I said, "So be it, I'll take the money, your remaining corn seeds, and go on your own road." I'll come back in a few days and see if I can collect your body. There's not much I can do, and you don't have to thank me. ”

When they heard this, they panicked and dissuaded, "How can this be? You can't be irresponsible! ”

I laughed and said, "That said, do I owe you money?" ”

After some trying, they couldn't convince me. The demon killed about a third of the villagers, and the rest agreed to follow me.