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While the true Creator was still thinking about how to shape the world, Edward had already entered Wintershire.

"It's so cold, it's almost August."

Edward grumbled, pulling the fine woolen scarf up to cover the tip of his mouth and nose, and a little white mist came out of the gaps in the scarf. He lowered the brim of his top hat and walked from the route pointed by the red glove he had met on the road into Moontown, unsoaked in fear.

But it's just not impregnated.

These towns are all built on the hills, lined up along the gentle shelter of the Amanda Mountains, and from the heights of Moon Town, the explosions and skyrocketing fires in the distance can be clearly seen.

Winter County, a city of tranquility, was inhabited by devout ascetics and wealthy people, who rarely socialized at frequent balls, and the war made communication between these already inaccessible towns even less. The town was now enveloped in unease, though most of them were unaware that the neighboring town had been consumed by the war.

Fires and explosions were signals of imminent war, and the growing number of wounded and refugees shattered the tranquility of the quiet city. People are leaving and dying every day, but the train to bring people home has been slow to arrive. These people, accustomed to a relatively modest life, prayed all day and night, repented, and placed their faith in the mercy of the gods, and almost no one could sleep.

Whether it's because of their devotion or because they feel safe near the church, there are not many people who refuse to retreat here.

There were not many people on the streets, and there were no middle-class people who were able to move here and live there for a long time, most of them were wealthy and middle-sized aristocrats who could not only live here, but also donate a lot to the church. Therefore, there will be no beggars and homeless people, and even if you really don't close your house at night, it doesn't matter at all, and it's a pretty good community.

The whole town was quiet, but it was not asleep, and every house still inhabited was filled with restless and panicked souls.

"Help them evacuate, ah......"

Edward muttered, considering the content of the other party's commission, he chose to take a detour to the steam train station in the mountains first.

The station was empty, the windows on the heights were open, and the temperature inside was frighteningly low. Snowflakes and cold winds poured in through the gaps, and a thin layer of ice formed on the track that seemed to have been unused for a while.

Edward unlocked the frosty front door and opened all the doors. He walked around the inside and found the location of the gas pipe, but when he opened the valve, there was no response, it had probably been closed since it had been used a week ago, and no one had thrown pennies into it.

The demon reached out and touched his pocket - it was broken, there were no copper pennies.

But there were more solutions than problems, and Edward took a quill from his inner pocket, a small handwritten ledger, and wrote quickly on a new page:

"The steam train station in Moon Town will start running at 2:15 a.m."

"The heating system is normal, the gas pipes are in normal condition, and as long as the valve is opened, it can be used."

After writing these two sentences, Edward sighed in his hand, looked at his watch, and held the quill between his fingers and waited.

The second hand turned one by one, and at the first second of 2:15, the rumbling of steam was heard from the depths of the station, the gas pipes vibrate, and the gas wall lamps and hanging lights were lit one after another, and the whole station woke up in an instant.

The windows at the heights also closed automatically, and the heating rose slowly.

Edward took his notebook and walked to the overpass above the steam train tracks to look down, the thin ice on the tracks was slowly melting.

He pressed the notebook against the guardrail and went on to write:

"The station will be operating because there is a completely empty train that will transport the people of Moon Town to Stonen Station in East Chester County tonight, and this train will arrive promptly at 2:30 and leave before dawn."

It is not normal for the train to have no conductors and station staff, Edward randomly popped out a drop of blood, and dozens of newborn spiritual beings stood up from the blood, some of them were wearing military uniforms, some were wearing the standard uniforms of the staff of Rune Station, there were men and women, old and young, all of them were demonic dependents who were temporarily fabricated by imbuing memory and knowledge, and even if they were killed, they were only spiritual materials.

As soon as they were born, they quickly moved like real living people, and the huge station suddenly became popular.

The station was getting warmer, with staff coming and going, and soldiers in military uniforms waiting as if it were really a civilian evacuation train arranged by the Rune military.

Edward nodded in satisfaction, pulled on his scarf, and walked out of the station.

According to the commission, he was going to the church to inform him of this.

He wandered around town to the Church of the Moon, located in the eastern corner. It was still early, just five minutes had passed. Edward took off his hat and knocked on the door, and a few seconds later, a young woman wearing red gloves opened the door with a palm-wide slit and looked him up and down vigilantly.

"Hello?"

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to have any malicious intent, and his appearance was also very favorable, the female red glove member relaxed a little: "Sorry, the church is not open at night now, if it's a prayer, please go back." ”

"Excuse me, ma'am, I'm here to deliver the news."

He took out a folded piece of white paper from his bosom, and presented it to the female red glove eye, a notice with the military seal:

"This is about the evacuation arrangements of the personnel of Moon Town, in order not to attract the attention of the people of Fursak, the vehicle is temporarily requisitioned, and it will arrive at the station in ten minutes, who is the steward here? Please arrange for people to go to the station in an orderly manner and avoid accidents. ”

Red Glove's eyes widened suddenly, and she glanced back at the inside of the church with great speed, then jerked back:

"Can you confirm this notice for us?"

"Ah, I forgot to ask your name, who are you?"

"No problem." Edward calmly handed over the blank paper and smiled, "Today's retreat is based on a temporary train recruited by the big men in the army, ma'am, don't ask where it came from, just know that this train will take you to East Chester County." ”

The female red glove member was slightly stunned, and then she couldn't help but make up something in her brain by these words, and nodded seriously.

"Do you need to come in and take shelter?" She offered to show her goodwill.

Edward had this in mind: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness. ”

He walked into the church, and the door closed behind Him. Inside the church was warm, with a few gas lamps and dim candles illuminating what had become a makeshift care center, and the prayer benches were filled with the wounded and the helpless elderly who had been transported from elsewhere.

The clergy of the church and a few extraordinary people gathered together and talked about a blank piece of paper with a little excitement, and soon passed on the good news to the others. Edward slipped silently through the crowd, through the common area, and into a confessional room, which had been temporarily converted into a nursery, and the children, who could not yet speak, were watched over by several women, all asleep.

Edward carefully bypassed them, purposefully walked to a basket, and reached out to pick up the child lying inside.

"First meeting, Vanessa."

"Your father wants you to live well, but he doesn't seem to be related to you, is he your adoptive father?"

He said hello to the baby in his own words, then turned around in the small confessional and walked out quietly. The clergy were helping the old man up, and several extraordinary beings were nowhere to be found.

"Want to see your adoptive father?"

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Arnold swung his broadsword into a series of silver arcs, and the hiss that cut through the air struck the huge demon wolf hidden at the junction of dream and reality for the third time, and with a muffled sound of tearing flesh and bones, it opened a long opening in the waist of the eight-legged demon wolf.

As soon as he succeeded, he immediately bit open the metal bottle he had prepared, drank all the liquid in it, stepped on the higher and higher roofs as a springboard, jumped up at the highest point, and stabbed the golden sword into the center of the demon wolf's eyebrows!

The human who grabbed a ray of morning light rushed towards the demon wolf in the air, and this scene seemed to have descended from a myth.

The blades collided with the center of the demon wolf's eyebrows, making an indescribable impact sound, and the huge impact force shook the broadsword in his hand out, and he also lost his balance and fell from the sky. But the next moment, two dark green symbols appeared in Arnold's eyes, and the potion he had just taken emitted a strong bitter taste in his mouth, allowing him to control the incomplete mythical creature form that was almost uncontrollably revealed. The Night's Watchman's dream only blinded him for less than a second, and the scene in front of him suddenly shattered like a mirror, and he re-grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand and stabbed it downward!

Yikes!

A third of the blade pierced into the center of the demon wolf's eyebrows, and the gray-haired demon wolf suddenly let out a howl of pain and shook his head frantically. The shattered nightmare and the blood of the mythical creatures spilled wildly around them, and the spirit creatures splattered by the blood suddenly swelled and pounced on Arnold, enduring the pain of being shattered by the blade-like light of the dawn.

"Pagan saints, why are you still fighting?!"

No sooner had the potion had its effects worn off than Arnold was struck by a mad nightmare, and the spirits broke off his fingers clenching the hilt.

The feeling of falling made him wake up instantly, but he saw those incomplete spirits pull out the broadsword from the center of the demon wolf's eyebrows, and throw it far away towards the airship in the sky, which was constantly adjusting its position and angle.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the broadsword made of extraordinary materials pierced one of the airship's balloons, and the hunters on it had to stop providing support to their demigods once again, and once again withdrew from the demigod battlefield.

"Be sure to report it when you go back!!"

The chief of staff who was brought up by his companions lowered the rope ladder was so angry that he scolded: "This kind of prop is useless in addition to getting in the way and embarrassing in the middle and high sequence of wars!" Let's use it to bully ordinary people! ”

"We were going to bomb the town!!"

The blades spun wildly to keep their balance, and in the midst of the loud sound of the wind, another hunter, who was also annoyed, replied in a louder voice:

"Your Excellency asked us to help! And who let this heretic live or die without surrendering!! ”

The hunters piloting the airship cursed and swore for the third time in the open space outside the city, and without the leadership of the demigods, they all relied on the remote support of the telepathic link to persist until now, in case the wolf really went crazy and lost control, even the demigod general had to escape temporarily, let alone them.

"Pagan saints, why do you still fight?"

Having lost his weapon, Arnold inevitably tensed for a moment. He closed his eyes, not daring to look directly at the other party's mythical creature form, and just relied on his hearing and intuition of danger to roll around on the ground in a somewhat embarrassed way, dodging the demon wolf's pounce, and seized the opportunity to ask loudly:

"Now remove the mythical creature form, you can still be saved!"

"Think about your people! If you die, I am also seriously wounded, and the army that has lost its restraint will not leave any alive! ”

Instead of the roar and roar he expected, the voice in his ears disappeared all at once, and even the words he had just shouted lost their echo. Is it a dream or reality now? Arnold hesitated to his feet, quiet for only a few seconds, and he felt as if he had been whipped a stick on his side by a red-hot iron, he had rarely been injured so badly since becoming a "Guardian". A blood-stained wolf claw slashed across his waist, taking away a large chunk of flesh and wringing fragments of armor into the flesh.

The sharp pain didn't bring more lucidity, but everything that was going on in his head began to fade as soon as it came to his senses. It's not because he's already become pampered after a few high-order fights, but because his thoughts are slowing down, his heartbeat is waning, and everything about him is gradually moving towards absolute peace.

The heart beats hard against the instinct to be peaceful. He took a hard bite on the tip of his tongue, and in the limited time he was awake, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

He saw himself on the edge of a bottomless abyss, half of his feet dangling in the air.

Arnold immediately closed his eyes.

Humans are easily deceived by their senses, and if the brain thinks that there is an abyss under their feet, it is very likely that even if they only stumble their feet, they will actually fall to their deaths.

"This is your last strength, isn't it?"

Counting the time for the other party to use the mythical creature form, more than ten minutes have passed, and even the airship has run out of fuel once and has to land, and it is almost time to reach the limit of sanity. He remained vigilant, and on his wrist, hidden under his armor, a small brass-colored key strapped there glowed. After just a few breaths, Arnold mastered the method of creating dreams and hallucinations, mimicking the extraordinary abilities used by the other party through the medium of sound, and the reverse effect of the effect was returned, and his words carried a strong hypnotic effect:

"Pagan saints! You are a worthy warrior, I swear to God, now give up resistance, I promise not to harm your people! ”

Arnold didn't see it when he closed his eyes, and the huge demon wolf with gray sideburns hovered silently behind him, its blood-stained claws and fangs constantly switching angles, looking for an opportunity to take a bite.

After hearing this, the old eyes of the demon wolf faltered, his dark blue eyes drooped, and the broken mirror on the ground reflected the faces of countless beasts with human features.

His gaze faltered for only a moment, and the monstrous jaw slowly pressed close to Arnold's head and neck—even though the other man dodged with the help of his instincts at the last moment, the wolf's teeth still tore open the side of his neck. Blood splattered, and half of the warrior's body was stained red with his own blood.

"I don't believe you, enemy."

The demon wolf raised his head, saw the station lit up in the distance, heard the whistle in the distance, and replied in a low voice like a song:

"Kill you here, and my people will not need to pray for your false mercy to live!"

Arnold took a deep breath and asked rhetorically with a frown:

"Then I would like to ask you, is it not that when I die, the war is over? Will the aggression stop? The gap here has opened, I'm dead, and soon the next person will come to replace me, but what about you? The Church of Tranquility, the Church of the Night, how much power do you have to fill your void now? ”

The demon wolf leaped through the gaps in the town, and he became more and more accustomed to the body, as if he were a giant wolf galloping through the Amanda Mountains. The archbishop's voice came intermittently, more and more ethereal:

"It's different."

The old demon wolf, mixed with human characteristics, raised his head for the last time and looked at the white smoke that was gradually fading away in the distant mountains, his spirit finally relaxed at this moment, and the last spider silk that was crumbling with reason was broken, his body began to mutate further, and the beast's throat spat out some muffled words mixed with wolf howls:

"The war waged by the god of war for the sake of harm...... Those of you who are involved...... And what? ”

"At least...... I stopped you...... Now ......"

The words were interrupted by a hoarse howl, and the last trace of human struggle in the demon wolf's eyes disappeared, and it opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards the human who was standing with its eyes closed.

Arnold was silent for a moment, then snapped open his eyes.

His body swelled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, Arnold turned into a four-meter-tall giant, and the rough standard armor became a piece of iron hanging from his body. The wounds on the neck and waist no longer bleed, and red silk threads extended from both sides of the wound, connecting like sutures, leaving hideous scars. The giant's body was blue and black, his blood vessels were knotted, and his two eyes converged towards the middle, turning into a vertical eye with two pupils.

The jaws of the giant and the demon wolf slammed together, and their feet ploughed into the ground for several meters deep, cracking the stone bricks and turning the frozen ground outward along the way. He caught the mouth of the demon wolf with both hands, and his arms trembled slightly in the wrestling, and his hideous teeth were only a few centimeters away from him.

"I apologize to you, Your Excellency St. Garion!"

The giant urn said angrily: "If I had known that you had the consciousness of dying in battle, I would not have insulted you with surrender!" ”

"But I can't answer your question."

The surface of the giant's body erupted with a dazzling morning light, the light purified the spirits that wanted to sneak attack, purified the dreams that were quietly approaching, and the light turned into countless sharp spears and sharp swords, slicing the head of the demon wolf into blood! Just when the demon wolf was in pain and wanted to retreat, he stepped forward with his right foot, grabbed the demon wolf's ear, and threw the huge monster out in a wrestling posture at the moment when the ruins shook!

"People like me, our people of the god of war!"

"It has nothing to do with faith, it has nothing to do with justice, we were born to live to die heroically one day!!"

……

In a dead forest outside of Moontown, a half-human, half-wolf monster was rummaging through the snow for living creatures.

It seems to enjoy the hunting game, the hibernating critters being driven out of the snow and tree trunks, repeating the endless escape game in the dreams it has compiled. Its front paws are wrapped in red strips of cloth, but its hind legs are human legs with reversed joints, and four fleshy wriggling tentacles peeking out of the fur between the ribs.

It also has a human face, covered in wolf hair. It runs, jumps, and plays with its prey in the snow, and from time to time it raises its head and looks at the distant sky with confused eyes, feeling as if it has forgotten something.

What did you forget?

Rustling, Edward stepped on the snow to the dead woods outside the city, and the fine wool scarf that had been around his neck was transferred to the swaddling clothes in his arms, and the children inside were sleeping warmly.

The strange wolf rolled over vigilantly, his face baring his teeth.

"Here you are, sir."

Its limited sanity was quickly judging whether the comer was friend or foe, but at that moment it suddenly looked at its front paws in confusion, two human hands wrapped in tattered strips of cloth propped up on the snow, and there was no flesh between its ribs that wriggled like hands. He landed on all fours, a position that was all the more awkward because he had turned back into a human.

He suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.

He looked at the black-clad gentleman in front of him, fear and unease flashing in his eyes.

"Sir, I have fulfilled your commission. Your archbishop is fighting to the death against the enemy, the people you want to protect have just begun to evacuate, and I have brought you out this child you want to be alive. Ignoring his nervousness, Edward took two steps forward and smiled gently, "I think I might need a guide who can take me to the Church of Tranquility, so is there anything else you would like me to help with?" ”

"Ah, I think you still have it."

Edward walked over slowly, approaching the hunched man, as if he was not comfortable walking on his hind legs:

"Everybody's been evacuated, you can go with them, go to the safety of East Chester County, live as a human being, become the bishop of a church, and raise this child."

The demon gently bewitched the almost completely out-of-control night watchman, and weaved a beautiful dream for him in words:

"Don't you long for a peaceful life? You are a wonderful extraordinary, a wonderful red glove, and in addition to that, you can be an admired archbishop, a good father who cares for his children...... Sir, how many good lives have been ruined by the war, but fortunately, you met me, and you are now very close to it all. ”

"Demons." Vincent said suddenly.

"That's what you always call wish-granting beings."

Edward made a joke disappreciatively, and he walked up to Vincent and handed out the child in his arms:

"Don't you want to hug her? She has lost her parents, and she is still so young that she is about to lose another adoptive father who cares about her. ”

Vincent's eyes trembled as he looked at the sleeping child, recalling those words over and over again in his mind.

In fact, as the demon said, he has gone mad, reduced to a monster, and will never have the chance to enjoy the warm sunshine and a good life again, and what awaits him will be the blade of his fellow Churchmen. When he saw the train of the people of Moon Town moving, he was shamefully moved to leave with Vanessa instead of staying in the war-torn mountains and waiting for death to come.

What happened to the archbishop?

The archbishop may have ......

His body shuddered and let out a weird, hoarse laugh. He dragged his trembling hands and feet closer to the demon, reached out to the infant child, lifted the corner of the scarf, and looked at her lovely sleeping face.

The demon watched silently as his expression changed, a soft smile still on his face.

TBC

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Today's double watch!

(End of chapter)