Although it seemed unforgivable for the Church's Chief Inquisitor, Iger was relieved when reinforcements from the Barossa Group arrived.

Instead of answering the question, he said, "She's Helifus's favorite." ”

"You traitor dare to call the archbishop by his name!"

A scarlet glint flashed across the night heron's eyes, transforming into a bone sickle's right arm and slashing straight at Egg's head.

Although according to the doctrine of the Eclipse Cult, the killing of the Chief Inquisitor must be ordered by the Archbishop himself, the nature of the matter changed completely after the Barossa group became involved in the internal struggle of the Church, and as for Egger, he was already an apostate.

This time, however, the night heron didn't see the image of Egg's head being cut off, and the expected warm blood did not splash on her face, she smelled a burning smell, and the feeling of emptiness came from her right arm.

The scythe-shaped right arm spun several times in the air before sticking straight into the dirt in the distance like a blade.

In a fleeting moment, Egger's eyes changed from distracted to ecstatic.

When he came back to his senses, the figure of the Iron Giant had already appeared in front of him, her speed was unbelievably fast, as if her time had been sped up countless times, and even the "Angel of Death", whom the Church was proud of, could not react to her actions.

It wasn't until the night heron was cut off by the heat cutting blade and his right arm landed in the dirt in the distance that this long "moment" seemed to finally end.

Immediately afterward, Egg saw the Night Heron resemble an enraged beast, stabbing the Iron Giant in the heart with bone spurs.

It was also at this time that time was once again distorted.

The mountain of steel was half-kneeling on the back of the night heron, whose legs and arms had just repaired themselves pinned to the ground in black shackles.

In such a state, the night heron could only tilt her head desperately and stare at Egger with resentful eyes.

Egger's mood was completely settled.

This last-ditch gamble earned him enough rewards.

The sacrifice of the Inquisition Guards, who gave their lives to buy him time to get in touch with the Barossa Group.

Because in the last contact, he learned that the Barossa Group seems to be very interested in the "Angels of Death" of the Church, after all, if you trace back the history, their existence is the product of the "honeymoon period" of the Eclipse Sect and the Barossa Group, perhaps even the Night Heron herself does not know that half of her body comes from the genetic technology of the Barossa Group.

And in these several big bets, he became the ultimate winner.

"Lately, I've found myself unbelievably lucky...... Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean to put those people on the execution table. ”

Egger's tone had returned to his previous frequency, and now he was looking down at the night heron on the ground, just as he had seen the thirteen "apostates" burned to the ground on the execution table, "The only fault is that they were too curious, found out about my dealings with the Barossa group, and even plotted to expose me in front of the cultists." ”

At this point, he shook his head in pain, "So, they have to die." ”

"You traitor!"

Nightheron struggled, and even though Egg was only a few steps away from her at the moment, she could no longer express her anger to the other party in any way other than to scold.

"Traitor?"

Egg sneered, "If you want to talk about the real traitor, it's only the archbishop you admire, Heliface himself!" You fools have never wondered why I sent those thirteen men to the execution table; Even if I apostasy and abscond, she didn't come out to give you the ...... to get rid of me."

The accusation against Heliface came to an abrupt end.

Egger's eyes widened as she saw the Nightheron somehow suddenly break free from the Iron Giant's restraints, and she almost relied on brute force to pull the pitch-black shackles off the ground, her fanged mouth gnawing at his neck viciously, causing all the words he wanted to say next to hiss.

As for the night heron, she didn't know if she had a delusion just now.

But for a moment, the enemy who was pressing down on her back like a mountain relented, allowing her to seize her opportunity.

The smell of blood coming from her mouth soon stopped her thinking, and there was only one thing left in her mind - bite off this traitor's neck!

And she did.

The smell of blood irritated her nerves, causing her to leave the extremely dangerous foe behind her for a moment.

Egger gradually blurred his vision and saw everything.

He watched as the woman, who claimed to be the commander of the Barossa Group, took out a syringe and injected the green liquid into the back of the night heron's neck.

The biting action quickly stopped, and when the night heron was removed from him, Egg's weakened body leaned against the armed hovercar and fell to the ground.

Blood trickled down his wound and soon converged at his feet.

He felt the cold to the bone, and beyond that, he was full of doubts.

"You should have escaped as soon as possible."

The Legion Commander stood in front of him, and the voices of the women who had been mechanically synthesized were still coming into Egg's ears, and the face hidden under the exoskeleton armor helmet made it impossible for him to guess the other party's expression at the moment, and he suddenly realized that everything about her was hidden in a mystery.

The Legion Leader continued, the cold sensation of the mechanical synth that made her seem callous, "Your veins have been bitten off, and blood loss and suffocation will kill you in 1 minute and 27 seconds...... I can help you, though. ”

Iger vaguely saw the Legion's Commander's raised right leg.

This made him understand what "help himself" really meant—the woman didn't intend to help stop the bleeding or connect the bitten blood vessel, but to end his pain.

At this moment, Egg instinctively wanted to say something.

He has a lot of money.

These days he has used the power of the Chief Inquisitor to make a fortune, enough for any squandering for several lifetimes.

He purchased a property in the Seventh Neutral State.

It's a warm seaside city, perfect for retirement.

Egger had a lot more to say, but no matter how hard he tried, he could make a faint "hiss" sound.

Immediately afterward, shadows obscured his vision.

The legion's dangling right foot stomped down heavily.

When everything was quiet, she turned on her communication device and reported back to the fleet above the clouds.

"The recovery of the original genetic samples has been completed...... Yes, when I arrived, Father Iger was no longer in his vital signs. ”