Lancelot was shocked when he heard this, and said solemnly: "You didn't send people to stay in the city? ”

The cavalryman said with a pale face, "In order to rescue Miss El, the Knight Captain brought everyone out, and we didn't expect another oath apostle to ambush us..."

"The knight listens to the order, return to help!" Without the slightest hesitation, Lancelot decisively gave the order and took the lead in rushing to the road to the town.

Under the leadership of Lancelot, the knights ran as fast as they could, and when the large army hurried back to the town, the scene in front of them made everyone's hearts cold.

Originally, this small city was not prosperous, but it was peaceful, but at this time, the air here was covered with gunpowder smoke and dust, covering the sky and blocking the sun, and the original tall and majestic church had all been reduced to ruins, and the fire light from time to time continued to ravage the shattered wreckage...

A few survivors ran in the smoke-filled air, they hid under a rubble, crossed on their chests, and prayed to God, but before long, bullets flew from nowhere and pierced their heads, and those pale prayers became the most ridiculous element of hell...

In the shattered town, blood has gathered into rivers, and the Oathbreakers have run rampant through the streets, slashing and slashing all visible Church people.

A woman rushed out with a weeping baby in her arms, knelt down in front of the oathbreaker, crying and begging for mercy, but she was responded by a merciless sword, and even one of the oathbreakers came to the woman's body, grabbed the baby in her arms, and smashed it viciously against the wall, leaving a shocking amount of blood and flesh...

Cruel, bloody ... I couldn't count how many corpses there were in the streets, and the offal and minced meat were laid out in bright red stalls, as bright red as a feast of hell.

One of the apostanders cut off the foot of a survivor who was fleeing for his life, and despite the shouts of the other, he pounced on him with a wild laugh, disemboweling the survivor, brutally cutting his flesh, squeezing the entrails in his body with his hands, and laughing mockingly: "In the name of the Lord, may you ascend to heaven!" ”

Violence, darkness... In the massacre, all the cloak of civilization was torn apart, revealing the most primitive rotten souls, everyone is a demon, and the so-called innate sin is unreservedly exposed at this moment...

There is no doubt that Lancelot is a great knight, perhaps even the noblest of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, but that doesn't mean he is neither lustful nor hateful.

In the face of this brutal slaughter, Lancelot decisively pulled down his charging mask, and roared like an angry lion: "Whoever the Lord can look at and break his oath, kill him!" ”

The blood-filled knights had been waiting for this order for a long time, and they rushed out with a roar, swept like a violent wind in the thunderous hooves of warhorses.

These abothbreakers did not expect that the reinforcements of the Church would arrive so soon, and they did not expect that the Knight of the Round Table would lead the team himself, and the executioner who was originally holding a butcher's knife suddenly turned into fish on the chopping board, and was cut down by the knights.

The knights of the Crusader slashed and slaughtered like they did to the people of the Church, and they did unto the oathbreakers, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, smearing their flesh and blood in the devastated city.

As the troops advanced to the church quarters, looking at the old figure lying on the stairs, Al on horseback almost fainted from tears: "Mrs. Smith!! ”

Al hurriedly jumped off his horse, broke his knee and didn't feel it, and staggered and pounced.

Mrs. Smith had many wounds on her body, but she was not yet dead, she opened her eyes with difficulty, looked at Al with cloudy eyes, and the old hand stroked her face, and said hoarsely, "Ai... You... You are safe... Are you back..."

Al did not have any medical equipment with him at this time, so he had to use first aid to help Mrs. Smith stop the bleeding, but of course, it was in vain.

Mrs. Smith is too old, not to mention simple first aid methods, even if Al is really equipped with his own equipment in the cube team, I am afraid that he will not be able to withstand the necrosis of this body.

One of the knights, feeling sad, suddenly noticed a thick lock on the door of the church quarters, and he hurried over and slashed the big lock with his sword, opening the door.

I saw that behind the door were the nuns in the dormitory, they were all sitting on the ground intact, hugging each other, it turned out that Mrs. Smith had deliberately locked the door in order to protect them, and she herself had attracted the attention of the oathbreakers outside, and blocked the girls in the door.

Al's blue eyes were filled with clear tears, and she held Mrs. Smith's cold hand tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Lord, you will be fine, you are so kind, you will be fine!" ”

However, Al's lies could not deceive anyone, not even himself.

Mrs. Smith smiled hoarsely, shook Al's small hand, and said weakly, "I will return to the arms of the Lord, and I have no regrets about protecting these children before I die." ”

Mrs. Smith's cloudy eyes swept over John, Lancelot, and Lonlot, and finally, instead of looking at John, or even at Lancelot, who was a Knight of the Round Table, he turned his gaze to Lancelot, and asked faintly, "Guests from afar... Can you tell me your name..."

Out of respect for Mrs. Smith, Luo Wei stepped forward and leaned down, and said in a low voice, "Luo Wei." ”

"Mrs. Smith looked at him kindly, and finally nodded and smiled, "Al is a good girl... Please take care of her more in the future..."

Luo Wei pursed his lips, and after a moment of silence, he nodded slightly.

Mrs. Smith fell into Al's arms with relief, as if she had realized a major event in her heart, and as she lay dying, she finally turned her attention to the nuns who had escaped from the gate.

The nuns wept and gathered around Mrs. Smith, all of them, without exception, Mrs. Smith watched grow up, from birth to this second.

Mrs. Smith was undoubtedly the most important relative of the nuns, and how could they not be heartbroken by the scene in front of them, and they could not cry one by one.

Mrs. Smith's eyes slowly lost focus, her old hand grasped the cross on her chest, and her withered lips trembled slightly: "I heard... Is it the voice of the children... The sound of everyone together..."

"I'm leaving... Everyone... Don't cry... Before going to bed... Remember to pray—" The last of the color in Mrs. Smith's eyes vanished, and she turned to a gray color, except for her hand, which still grasped the cross, and with the last of her strength she uttered the parting words, "Glory to my lord..."

The clouds obscured the sun, and the light on the cross faded at this moment...

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