Almodo, who has been wandering in the dark all year round, can smell the smell of the same kind from the other person's body, which is the smell of assassination.

He pushed away his men who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and whistled to the side with a loud whistle. This is the shortcoming of **, which is not even as useful as a burning stick in hand-to-hand combat at close quarters. The twisted guy didn't seem to have any desire to chase after him, instead choosing the other person closest to him to strike. The long knife in his hand swung along his scalp-ting, extremely twisted arm, like a life-harvesting scythe, constantly taking away the souls of his enemies.

Almodo gritted his teeth and his face turned pale, and he raised his gun as he retreated, seeing that he had opened a distance of more than twenty meters, his steps paused, and when he was about to shoot, he suddenly found that there didn't seem to be only one killer hiding in the grass. Two more suddenly appeared from somewhere else, each attack bringing down their own men. He looked at the two knights who had crashed into the formation, stomped his foot and threw away the spear in his hand, threw away all the weight on his body, turned and ran.

He didn't want to die and couldn't die.

The intelligence went wrong!

The ordinary clergy were not civilians at all, but the secret fighting arm of the Church, an unknown fighting department. He wants to bring this news back and prepare Santos the White Fox, while also protecting himself.

But fortunately, the mission was completed, and it was impossible for Rossi to survive in the torn carriage, and as long as Rosie died, the pressure on the nobles on Santos would be much reduced.

Unbeknownst to him, the moment he was attacked by the Templars, Hano, who was on the mountain bag, roared and lifted the carriage up, and a dusty figure emerged from under the carriage. The man stood on the hill and sneered, looking down at the battlefield under the hill, holding a one-handed sword in his hand. A ray of light exploded with him as the axis in an instant, sweeping across the surrounding area of one or two hundred meters.

Above Almodo's head, there was a faint blood-red glow. He could not see this light himself, but anyone who possessed the power could see it.

Rosie's anger was accompanied by a sense of luck for the rest of his life, and he just kept his guard and didn't sleep in the carriage. If he was careless, he would probably have become a corpse by this time. This is the first time since he was reborn in this world that he was so close to death, so powerless.

Seeing Almodo running into the distance without looking back, he had no desire to catch up, because Arrex was not far behind Almodo, and was still approaching quickly. He set his eyes on the battlefield not far away, and Hano's eyes froze, and he roared and rushed out with his long knife.

The corners of Rosie's mouth twitched, and he snorted lightly, and rushed over with a one-handed sword.

Five Templars and two Templars against nine musketeers, it was a complete massacre.

Just as musketeers can completely suppress close-quarters combat units at long ranges, in hand-to-hand combat, warriors crush these musketeers with no temper at all. Musketeers also have long daggers, but they are not specialized fighters after all, and their training is more about musket shooting than how to fight the enemy at close range. The musketeers with only some simple martial arts are completely tragic, and people are constantly injured, and they can't run away if they want to, so they can only struggle to the death.

Rossi walked up to Alexander's side and helped him up, looked the knight up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Holy Light!

Alexander grinned, his voice full of rugged heroism, not caring at all about his injuries.

Rosie caressed Alexander's chest with one hand, and a soft glow suddenly burst out from his palm, which was the effect of the healing technique. The light poured down Rossi's hand into Alexander's body, and in Alexander's surprised expression, it traveled all over his body. The wound on his calf began to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the torn wound sprouted flesh buds, twisting and tangling with the fresh muscle fibers around it, like writhing little fleshworms.

Rosie was also frightened by his healing technique, which ...... It is very different from the healing spell performed by Bivis. If Bivis's healing technique was a slow-acting Chinese patent medicine, his healing technique was an operation, which treated Alexander's injuries as quickly as possible.

Alexander looked at Rosie with his mouth wide open, and finally squeezed out two words from his throat - Holy Son!

In the books of the Church there is a kind of person who has a natural affinity for the Light, and once they learn the magic and can use it, they can exert the strongest effect. Whether these people are auxiliary or combative, their power is very amazing. Over the past 1,000 years, more than 27 popes have walked as Sons.

After the end of the Dharma era, there has been no Son in the Church for nearly 300 years, and people thought that the Son would not appear again, but they did not expect that today, another Son has appeared.

In the Bible, the Son is the apostle who walks in God's place, the spokesman of God!

Alexander couldn't help himself with excitement, the bad injuries didn't make this heroic man frown, but at this moment he was trembling with excitement!

For the declining church, the significance of the emergence of a Son at this time is obviously of great importance. As long as Rossi doesn't die, even if the church can't repeat the glory of its heyday thousands of years ago, it can get the church out of its current situation.

"Holy ...... Son?", Rosie's pupils suddenly contracted, he had also read the Bible and understood what the Son meant to the church. But he never thought that he would be the Son? He suddenly came to his senses and said to Alexander, "Don't publicize this matter. ”

Alexander nodded obediently and closed his mouth tightly, he had lost the ability to think.

Rosie amusedly let go of the hand that was holding him, and walked towards the crowd with his one-handed sword. Alexander opened his mouth, finally straightened his clothes, followed behind Rossi, looked at Rossi's back with looking up and excited, and bit his lip tightly.

By the time Rossi arrived at the killing circle, there were still two people left. They were holding daggers back to back, covered with wounds, their clothes had long been wet with blood, barely allowing themselves to fall, and even the arms holding the daggers trembled weakly.

The Templars and Templars stood up straight at the sight of Rosie approaching, their current boss. Rosie glanced at the two guys who were still breathing, and waved his hand, "Kill and bury, collect the musket." ”

As soon as his voice fell, seven long swords pierced into the bodies of the two men at the same time from all directions, and they were pulled out after a ninety-degree stir. The huge wound could not be closed, and the blood poured out like an unscrewed faucet. The two men looked gray and slowly fell to the ground, their limbs twitching.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and the stench of organs, the grass around it shook slightly, and several large black birds flew in the distance, hovering in the sky and making ugly calls.

The scavengers in the wilderness smelled the fishy smell and rushed over as soon as possible, but they didn't dare to come forward under pressure from Rosie and others.

In the distance, Yarez also stopped and began to walk back. He tugged at Almodo's hair, beads of blood leaking from the roots. The tendons of his limbs were cut off by Areth with a dagger, and there was no way to use force. Especially when he saw his men die tragically in the encirclement, he was even more full of despair.

Rossi walked up to Almodo and looked down at Almodo condescendingly, "Santos asked you to come?"

Almodo's lips trembled, but he didn't answer. He knew very well that no matter whether he said it or not, he would die in the end, and since the end was death, why should he obey the enemy's wishes? He squeezed out an ugly smile, laughed twice, and spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"If you don't say it, I know that no one will use you except Santos. Rosie picked up a musket from the ground, clumsily twisted the boring gun at Areth's direction, and played with it for a moment before throwing it to Hano. "I've never taken Santos seriously, he's just a dog, don't worry, you'll be back together soon. Rossi untied the pistol from his waist, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against Almodo's head, the cold metal touch made Almodo's skin have goosebumps, and his eyes contracted slightly.

"Your marksmanship is very accurate, you must have killed many people with a musket, but have you ever been killed by a musket?", Rosie said with a smile, he didn't care, and the people around him didn't care, and they all looked at Almodo with fierce eyes.

Rossi held the pistol with force, feeling the strength of Almodo's resistance, he smiled, "Goodbye!"

A gunshot startled the big bird hovering overhead, and the big bird was frightened, screaming and flapping its wings and flying into the distance.

The bullet ripped open Almodo's skull, causing a bowl-sized hole in the back of his head, and his eyes fell backwards with a hollow look. used a gun all his life, and was finally killed by a gun, which is also a well-deserved death.

The sky in the distance had begun to whiten, and Rosie exhaled a breath of turbidity, the whole process of this night's ambush was only ten minutes, but it made people feel extraordinarily long. The Templars collected the spears on the ground, cleaned up the battlefield and buried the corpses.

Rosie glanced at the torn carriage and cursed helplessly, there was still a short way to walk from here to Lime City.

After dawn, more than a dozen half-meter-long jackals, covered in gray and pale yellow, walked out of the grass vigilantly, raised their heads and sniffed the bloody smell in the air that had not yet dissipated, and from time to time they dug dirt on the ground. After a few moments, a corpse was turned out of the soil by a jackal, and several jackals squeezed over and grabbed part of the corpse and pulled it out with all their might.

More and more scavengers are coming from afar, and some carnivores are running here.

The caravan in the distance saw the huge flock of strange birds hovering in the sky, and they all quickened their pace.