Chapter 410: The Bird of Frightened Bows

"The Lord will give us sin, and your servants have failed your expectations, hoping that Grandma's sin realm will cleanse us of our sins.............."

A middle-aged priest-like man with a tired expression performed a spiritual baptism for the remnants of the weak soldiers who had reunited with "hope" below.

"Grandma...... Hell??"

"Lord, forgive us for our cowardice, those two demons are terrible. ”

"Evil.... Evil..... Demon.......... Right.... They're demons....."

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And the people below all turned gloomy after hearing the words "Grandma Hell", they are not like the pastors above, they are fanatical believers in the organization. Most of them were just lost lambs who had been pinched, or had a reason to fight for them, but in this battle, they were frightened by Li Lin and Yang Jian, and after Gaia was killed, the team dispersed. Although most of them died, nearly forty people survived. Although the main culprit of this defeat was Amos's escape, and Gaia was also killed on the battlefield, but he did not complete the mission, and so many members were sacrificed, it would definitely be difficult for the living to go back. And the "grandma hell" in the mouth of this fanatical pastor is the most cruel hell in the organization, and I heard that even in order to prove their absolute loyalty to the organization, there are many fanatical believers who have never entered and never come out. In the eyes of most people, "Grandma Hell" has become an alternative term for "death penalty".

"Pastor Ngosu, please forgive me for making unreasonable claims. ”

A bruised warrior bowed slightly to the fanatical priest.

"Warrior O'Toor, I remember you, and I will forgive you except for rude words to the Lord. ”

Pastor Ngosu is a fanatical believer in "Hope", I heard that when he was young, he took the initiative to enter the "Grandma Hell" in order to vote on his own determination, and he has gained the trust of the organization from the time to become the existence second only to the light of hope, if there is one person who can say a word for these living people, then this person must be ......... Pastor Ngosu.

"Thank you for your leniency. O'Toole bowed again to the priest and said with a tired face: "This time the fault is not ours, but we do not run away from our own mistakes. ”

"Very well, it should be so, please continue. ”

Ngosu exclaimed.

"We obey commands, we fight to meet the enemy, we are indomitable, and our faith in the Lord has never changed............"

O'Toole broke free from the support of his teammates, looked around at these disabilities, and with firmness and pride in his tone, the people below couldn't help but be touched by O'Tool's speech, and they all focused their eyes on O'Tool, looking forward to his next words.

"Look at me, look at me, even this level of scars still can't stop me from fighting to the death, but even if we give all our lives, we still can't do any effective damage to the enemy. Fleeing is not because we are cowardly, but because we prove our loyalty, and instead of sending us to death, we should take the message with us. If we have to go to Grandma's Hell, I hope that I can muster up the courage to take the sins of everyone and go through Grandma's Hell. ”

Otool's father was originally a fanatic in "Hope", and he was strictly educated by his father since he was a child, so he can be regarded as a half-fanatic. Only the fake king level (no king title) he, he was seriously injured in this battle, one arm has long been missing, and one leg is missing, the situation at this time can only be said to be "tragic", and he can survive because of his warrior physique. No one can accuse him of not being the same, after all, he has done his best.

"O'Toole is a good ......."

"O'Toole, that's what I want to say. ”

"Me .......... too"

“...............................”

The crowd responded enthusiastically to O'Tool's words.

"Alas................ Let the Lord arrange everything. ”

Pastor Ngosu sighed weakly, how difficult the road to "Grandma Hell" was, Ngosu experienced it when he was young, and people who experienced that kind of pain will never forget it for the rest of their lives. Ngosu, who had walked that way, was more terrified than the others, and entered it with a lot of blood when he was young and ignorant, but ............ It's a place where even death is a luxury. But what Ngosu didn't tell them was that once these people returned, there was only one way to go, and that was ............. Grandma Hell. There is only one difference.............. On your own initiative, or forced. How many of these people will be left behind when the time comes???

"Alert, someone's coming. ”

Suddenly, I saw a figure stumbling over from a short distance, and at this time, everyone who was already a frightened bird hurriedly put on a defensive posture.

"Pastor Ngosu, he's dying, save him ..............."

A blonde man stumbled over with a thin man in his arms.

"Knock ............"

Not far from the crowd, the blonde man fell to the ground and could not get up again.

"Yes, Aster, it's him, I didn't expect him to be dead??"

Soon someone in the crowd recognized the former teammate.

"Bring people here. ”

Priest Ngosu commanded a reasonably healthy warrior cautiously towards the fallen man, while the others remained vigilant.

"Pastor Ngosu, it's Astor, it's true, the people on the side don't know, but he really wants to die. ”

After the soldier who walked over confirmed, he hurriedly reported to everyone that the blonde man was nothing, but the other one was beyond recognition, even his internal organs were broken, and it was already amazing perseverance to survive until now.

"Uh..........."

"What??"

The dying man muttered something intermittently, so small that the warrior could only hear it when he was leaning into his ear.

“..... Belch.......... Kindness........ Kindness........ Gosu ................ Significant.............. Heavy ........"