The night was already deep.

Iger and his hand-picked guards panted through the jungle, and if they held out a little longer, they would be able to reach the evacuation point that had been prepared in advance, completely away from the war-torn country.

This is a line he has carefully selected for the fewest variations.

He may also want to thank the cultists who are still fighting the mutants in Antigan at this moment, and it is they who have used their lives and blood and costs to build a line of defense against the invasion of the mutants, and provide them with this safe escape route.

Iger wasn't worried that the Guards would betray him.

Now that his misdeeds with the Chief Inquisitor have been exposed, if he is brought back to the Church, they will be burned alive by the angry Christians tied to a stake just like himself, both for him and for the rest of their lives.

As long as they can leave the Third Neutral Country, they can go to any neutral country and spend the rest of their lives with money.

They are getting closer and closer to the evacuation point.

It was as if Iger had seen his new life beckoning to him.

But then, he seemed to hear something unusual, so stealthy that he couldn't identify the source, relying more on his instinct to sense the arrival of his pursuers.

A strong sense of crisis was getting closer and closer to them, and they were weaving through the uneven forest at a speed far faster than they could.

Also in charge of the evacuation was the captain of the guard, who gestured for everyone to stop and immediately set up a defensive ring on the spot.

Upon the captain's orders, the members of the guard were equipped with weapons made from psionic collectors.

They had been the blades of the Church, endured numerous civil and foreign wars, and the Inquisition's reward for these honored soldiers was the Inquisition's reward for the weapons they had fought forged according to the characteristics of each of them, and now they had to turn their weapons on their fellow citizens who had come to pursue them.

The members of the guard held their breath and waited for each whisper of noise around them.

Until......

"On it!"

The captain of the guard let out a loud shout and issued a warning to everyone at the first time, which was a premonition from his years of combat experience, but even if he pressed the trigger of the psionic ray rifle at the first time, the beam of light made of the converging abilities did not reach the attacker in the slightest.

The brief brightness before the psionic rays vanished drew their attention to the shadows that flashed across the night sky.

Along with it came the sound of the human body falling to the ground.

The Captain of the Guard saw the bone spurs from the dense wounds on the bodies of the dead, which rained down from the sky like hidden weapons, and took their lives the moment they hit their targets with precision.

And after taking a shot, the figure once again merged with the darkness.

This chosen night of escape in order to hide people's eyes and ears turned into an act of digging one's own grave.

"The rest of the troops, do your best to cover Lord Egger's retreat."

The captain of the guard made his judgment at the first moment, and he identified the pursuer from the bone spurs of the wounds of the dead.

The "Angel of Death" of the Church.

When the children who survived the "mines" were brought back to the Church, the archbishop himself ordered them to be trained, and even the members of the Inquisition Guard developed a visceral fear of them during that time that was not very long.

Because these survivors are not like humans at all, but more like killing machines in human skin.

The captain of the guard stood in the way, and the ray rifle in his hand was split in two by him, and after being infused with psionic energy, two dazzling white blades were formed.

The light emitted by the blade dispelled the darkness around it for a moment.

The captain of the guard had a premonition of his impending fate.

Not only do the "Angels of Death" possess unparalleled combat skills and fighting instincts, but what is even more terrifying is that each of their members possesses immortality.

No matter how severe the trauma is, they can heal it in the blink of an eye.

Not every member of the guard who followed Egger was blinded by power and wealth, at least for the captain of the guard, he had a favor that he had to repay.

He heard footsteps in the distance behind him.

His instinct for battle allowed him to catch the erratic voice of his pursuers, and he recognized his former "proud disciple", whose trajectory seemed to prove that she didn't want to waste her time pestering herself.

The captain of the guard followed the guidance of his instincts, and with a roar of rage, stopped the figure that was about to pass him.

"Face me, Night Heron!"

……

It was the last voice Iger heard from the captain of the guard.

It wasn't until he had run a long distance surrounded by members of the guards that the roar seemed to echo through the trees.

Not far further is the evacuation point where he bids farewell to the Third Neutral Country and welcomes his new life.

However, that sense of crisis soon caught up with him, which made Iger furious.

Useless guy.

He cursed in his heart, and then gave a new order to the guards behind him, "No matter what method you use, stop her for me!" ”

After leaving such an order, Iger fled down the mountain without pause.

As he wished, he stepped onto the ground at the evacuation point, where an armed float purchased by the Barossa Group at a high price was parked on the empty flat ground.

100 meters left,

50 meters,

It's just the last few steps.

But just as Iger was about to touch the floating car, he suddenly stopped.

He never took a step forward, and after a brief stalemate, he turned around with feigned composure, and was greeted by a young girl bathed in blood, her glowing amber pupils staring straight at him.

The pungent smell made Iger frown.

It wasn't the first time he'd made eye contact with the Church's "Angel of Death," so Egger knew that the few steps were too long, long enough for Nightheron to cut off his legs with her bladed forelimbs the moment he took another step forward.

"I am the chief judge, and you have no right to judge me."

Sweat ran down Egger's forehead, and he had to admit that his heart was hanging in his throat, because standing before him at the moment were monsters created by the church, and they lacked humanity to communicate with each other during the mission.

And in the hands of the night heron, there is also a beating heart.

It seems to be the dinner she prepared for herself.

"You don't have an archbishop's order."

"I'm going to bring you back."

Nightheron ignored Egger, "To prevent you from escaping again, I'm going to break your leg first." ”

"Stand down, you have no right to judge me!"

Iger shouted.

The night heron walked towards him as if he didn't hear him, causing him to take a few steps back, his back already attached to the armored float.

When Nightheron said she was going to break his legs, Egg had no doubt that she would actually do it.

And at this end of the road, a hideous smile appeared on his face, and he raised his voice again, exerting all his strength, as if to convey his voice to the sky.

"According to the agreement, I brought you the 'Angel of Death'!"

This time, the firmament answered his cries.

"Boom ——!"

The ground beneath his feet shook violently from the rapidly falling object, the smoke and dust cleared, and a terrifying pit appeared on the empty flat ground.

In the depths of the pit, a figure covered in exoskeleton armor appeared in the sight of the night heron.

She had seen people dressed similarly in Canshar, but the people in front of her looked much more dangerous than the "toys" that could be disassembled at will.

A mechanically synthesized female voice came from under the helmet of the exoskeleton armor, and her gaze crossed the night heron and landed on Egg, asking in an indifferent voice, "Why is there only one?" ”

The small theater is seventy-eight:

Wednesday, afternoon, year, month, day.

Lu Xiang is a conspirator.

Song Lan is serious.

Who would turn off all the heating in their home in the cold of winter? What's more, when he rummaged through the wardrobe, he was surprised to find that Lu Xiang had hidden all his down jackets.

Now he was wearing only a single coat at home, shivering in the cold winter wind.

The culprit of all this sat not far from him, smiling at him.

Song Lan originally thought that this was the militarized training that Lu Xiang had come up with temporarily, after all, he had indeed heard that in order to temper the will of the soldiers, some troops even formulated a rule for the soldiers to take cold showers in the winter.

But later he found out that Lu Xiang seemed to have other plans.

"Are you cold?"

The conspirator Lu Xiang finally showed his true intentions, and when she asked, she stretched out her hands and opened her arms to herself.

"It's not cold!"

But who is he, Song, and how can he easily bow to the underworld forces?

"I'm cold."

Lu Xiang seemed to have anticipated Song Lan's reaction a long time ago, her smiling expression changed, staring at Song Lan with pitiful eyes, and the eyes between the two exchanged eyes for five seconds.

"This is only one time, not the next one!"

Before the words fell, Lu Xiang, who had been planning for a long time, pounced on him, and Song Lan had to hug her, and Lu Xiang was half lying on his lap.

But who is he? Even in the face of harsh weather, he can always find a way to keep warm!