142. Mortal struggle

At the same time as the first chess piece is laid, the approximate direction after ten, hundred, or even a thousand moves has been calculated. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is Almac's secret agent, who is obviously a foreigner but has gained complete trust, and under the gentle and harmless smile, Miss Serra, who is praised as a femme fatale, is always doing it.

Since he has eaten several dark losses, in addition to the dough, this characteristic of Serra is even more impressive.

Therefore, when Shadwa, who can be considered the strongest among Serra's subordinates (pawns), appears, Fan has a hunch.

Serra's ball will start again, and a whole host of people (including Van) will once again be turned into marionettes and completely toyed with.

"If the current crisis can be resolved, even if it is toyed with, the Sprinkle family will admit it. ”

"But until then, let's try it a little longer......"

After making up his mind, Van gave the order here.

"Shadwa, take her away, it's an order. ”

"So I'm not leaving, I'm going to help too!!," Shirley said stubbornly.

"Shut up, you're only here to help, this is the Duke's order, if you dare to disobey my words, I'll throw you down!!"

"You!!" Shirley was almost, as the future princess of Almac, it was the first time that she had been threatened unceremoniously and arrogantly by someone other than her father and mother.

"Shadwa, don't waste time, Leon can't hold it anymore. ”

"Yes, Lord Duke, please take care!!" Hurt, Shadwa said respectfully with a little hoarse feeling in his otherwise ordinary words that hurt his ears like boiled water.

"Rest assured......" waved his hand and drove Shadwa away.

Picking up Shirley again, the shadow-like assassin dressed in black had gone far away after a few jumps.

At this moment, Fan once again made a trumpet shape with his hands and shouted loudly towards the treacherous battlefield.

"Hey, Father Anderson, the witch is gone, it's pointless to fight here, so why don't you keep fighting? Why don't you find a place to have a drink, doesn't wine mean that the blood of the gods is the blood of the gods? ”

Bounced away Leon, who was almost exhausted again, Father Anderson glanced coldly at Fan above, and the corners of his mouth twisted: "Witch? That doesn't matter anymore, Almac, as a duke, your mind is too dangerous, and now, my goal...... It's you!!"

"If I kill me, I will be the enemy of all the nobles in the mainland, after all, I am also a dignified duke, if I am killed inexplicably, everyone will have a sense of crisis, do you want to start a new round of religious war?"

"This is my personal act, it has nothing to do with the Templars, kill you, and then I will kill myself and throw myself into the arms of God. The priest said calmly.

"Tsk, so it's too troublesome to say that fanatical believers or something, aren't you afraid of death with God as your backing? This is cheating at all......

Pouting, Fan continued: "One last time, Father, do you have to fight me to the end? Can't you compromise? I was actually talking about it as a joke, don't take it seriously. ”

Father Anderson raised his right hand, holding the knife, and aimed it at Van, who was located above.

"You are the enemy of God...... No mercy!!"

Endless killing intent surged towards the Duke like a wave.

"Good. ”

Van laughed. Pure as if the Son had descended, clear and transparent eyes, clean as white paper and a pleasant face, all of which made Fan look harmless as the neighbor's cute and sensible little brother.

At this moment, the young man, who looked like a little angel, spoke.

"Leon, find a way to retreat, then organize elite troops, and we will carry out assassinations. ”

Leon Ann Hart, who was dripping with blood all over his body, fell to the ground drop by drop, and held his body with his sword, so that he would not be able to respond.

"We go to the Holy City and kill everything there, whether it is the elderly, the children, the men, the women, the beggars, the rich, the believers, the priests, ......"

"I'm going to kill all the people who wear crosses. ”

"Attack the Holy City? Just kidding, you don't understand the power of God's spokesman in the mortal world. Father Anderson said dismissively.

Fan smiled and said: "I will not attack the strong guys, all the believers who want to kill are powerless, it is a waste to use Almac's elite power to slaughter those lambs, but it is not bad, in short, you are not good, you are your enemy, those who are killed are actually killed because of you." ”

"Now, Father Anderson, what is the most important thing to God? is it the lamb he shepherds? I'm going to destroy it all, and the chickens and dogs will not be left!!"

"......" The smile on Father Anderson's face disappeared, and he looked at Fan above him expressionlessly, silent as a lion foraging for food.

Every believer is God's treasure, and the slaughter of powerless believers will undoubtedly strike a blow to God's authority in all aspects.

"Hee-hee......" Fan suddenly showed a mischievous smile and looked at the priest below with a grin.

"Just kidding, I won't do that kind of thing, I'm not a hot-headed madman, this kind of anti-god and anti-human thing should be left to Lin Dengwan and the like. ”

"I want my wife to live a peaceful life, peace and tranquility are the most important, harmony is king, I like what I like the most, and it is my ideal to spend my life peacefully. ”

"Can you understand this, Father Anderson?"

Father ...... was still silent, and even his murderous aura was restrained, as if he had gradually given up his arms and reached some kind of consensus with Fan.

"God told us ......," he began.

"God tells us that there are two things that must be done in life, one is to be thankful and the other is to die......"

Being able to die for God is the ultimate gratitude of believers. ”

Saying that, the fighting spirit, the murderous spirit, the madness, everything burst out violently.

"Jokes or jokes, I'm tired of hearing your rebellious remarks, and van de Almac, repent to God. ”

"Amen!!"

The next moment, Father Anderson struck again, aiming directly at the Duke who was high above.

Leon tried to pursue, but his weak body restricted his movements, and he failed to exert his strength, so he staggered and fell.

Father Anderson, who erupted, rushed into the sky like a sharp arrow, and instantly came to the top of the building where Fan was, and the double knives in his hand stabbed at the weak Fan mercilessly.

"Die!!"

Fan's eyes widened as he stared at the black-robed figure, his smiling face spasming with nervousness.

Confirm again and again that the ability that has been pre-tried many times in my brain is activated at this moment.

The principle is unknown, and the ability to be unreasonable to the extreme is activated in an instant.

Secret skills, elusive!

Father Anderson's double knife sliced through the air, empty and completely unrecognizable.

The human body that was supposed to exist here disappeared unreasonably.

Neither appeared on the ground nor in the priest's sight, everything seemed to melt into the air, and disappeared strangely.

It's getting bleak again.,So I decisively asked for a recommendation!!(To be continued.) )