Today is a lucky day for the refugees of Irkutsk.

Such a big dragon fell down, enough to support everyone to get out of this frozen city.

As for what will happen after getting out of the frozen city, no one knows, and no one cares.

Seeing that everyone was happily preparing to pull the sleigh and return with a full load, suddenly the dazzling lights flashed, and the survivors couldn't open their eyes.

Then came the voice of a loudspeaker: "Everyone, stop!" ”

"Whoever dares to move will be killed on the spot!"

Probably worried about the language barrier, this guy first shouted in English, then in Russian, and finally in Chinese.

Along with the sound of the horn, more than a dozen snowmobiles roared in.

The headlights are blinding, and the bright beams of light pierce the darkness like sharp swords.

On the motorboat, one tall man after another rolled over and jumped down.

Some of them were dressed in black, while others were dressed in silver.

The leader is dressed in a golden robe, holding a Bible in one hand and a cross in the other.

Seeing the golden-robed man, someone excitedly shouted, "It's the temple magician!" ”

"Oh my God! We are saved! ”

Andrei quietly stuffed his double-barreled shotgun with bullets and scolded in a low voice: "Idiot! ”

It's been almost a year since the end of the Dharma era, and if it could be rescued, the temple would have sent someone to rescue it a long time ago.

But in fact, the temple has long forgotten that there is still a group of believers of its own in the place where its faith spreads, waiting for rescue.

Or rather, they knew, but they didn't bother to save it at all.

Now that the sorcerers of the temple have arrived, it is clear that they are not rushing to save themselves, but to the dragon that has fallen from the sky.

Now Andrei doesn't believe in anyone, only in the double-barreled - shotgun in his hand.

If it weren't for the fact that the temple cross and the Bible were still useful, he would have thrown them on the ground and poured urine on them.

Andrei belongs to the sober world, but many people still do not recognize this cruel reality.

Seeing the temple magician coming, he rushed over as he cried and shouted the wisdom of the temple.

In their opinion, the sorcerers and knights of the temple had come to save themselves.

As a result, he was only halfway through when he saw the sword light flashing, and more than a dozen refugees were cut off their heads on the spot.

The three Templars held bloody two-handed swords in their hands, and stood in front of everyone with expressionless faces.

The rest of the refugees had their faces changed color, and they all stopped, and then tried to retreat in a panic.

The big horn sounded again: "I repeat, whoever dares to move will be killed on the spot!" ”

More than a dozen heads were still gurgling on the ground, and no one doubted the authenticity of the sentence.

All of a sudden, everyone felt as if they had been poured a basin of cold water on their heads, and the joy of being rescued disappeared in an instant.

They remembered how the exorcists, who had awakened first, were ruthless in their efforts to fight for resources during the Irkutsk riots.

The Templars in front of them looked at them like the mob.

Cold, cruel, dismissive!

The loudspeaker was about to shout, but the golden-robed magician was impatient, and he took a step forward and said, "I have come here only to find someone. ”

"If you can help me find it, the temple will take you out."

"If you can't find it, die here!"

Everyone was silent, and not a single one spoke.

The age of the end of the law has come, and the Templars who used to be light, salvation, and mercy have become cold and cruel.

The dozen or so bloody human heads on the ground are a stark example.

The golden-robed magician looked at the group of filthy and smelly survivors with disgust, but he didn't rush to ask.

Until a silver-robed magician whispered, "Lord Lubei, it has been confirmed that this is Samanus among the old rulers, known as the god of scales. ”

"The number of the gods in Middle-earth is 1256."

"Also, this Old Ruler is also the one who followed the great Cthulhu in the Divine Wars."

After saying that, the silver-robed magician glanced at the group of survivors with a strange expression.

The ignorant are fearless.

The untouchables actually divided the corpse of an old god, and almost everyone ate a piece or two.

If it weren't for the fact that the soul of this old god would have been burned clean and contained the flesh and blood of a huge divine soul, I am afraid that after eating it, this group of untouchables would have exploded and died.

Speaking of which, Tianhuo Purple Flame is really domineering.

forcibly refined all the energy contained in the body of this old god, leaving only ordinary pieces of flesh to fall to the dust.

The golden-robed magician asked in a low voice, "Have you confirmed the cause of death?" ”

The silver-robed magician replied quickly: "It's basically confirmed!" There were still remnants of Heavenly Fire Purple Flame on the corpse, and most importantly, there was still a wisp of fire stuck in the corpse's brain. As long as there is a Divine Soul Fluctuation, the Heavenly Fire Purple Flame will be triggered immediately. ”

The golden-robed magician had a look of surprise on his face, and he exclaimed, "Lord Almighty, this is our chance!" ”

"Eric! You lead people on a search! That person must be nearby! ”

The silver-robed magician quickly turned around, and in an instant, black-robed warriors jumped down from the snowmobile, constantly searching around.

The golden-robed magician turned his head and said, "The person I'm looking for is Middle-earth with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin. You may or may not be carrying the standard rune war knife of the Middle-earth Hidden Bureau. ”

"He may have been badly injured, or he may have been suppressed and you can't see it."

"But it is undeniable that he is not a native of Irkutsk, but has even just appeared here some time ago."

"Whoever can help me find him will be the most honored guest of the Temple!"

There was a commotion in the crowd.

Many people are looking at the yellow-skinned, black-haired Middle-earthers.

But soon the crowd fell silent again.

Because most of these Middle-earth people were merchants who had come to Irkutsk to do business, they had been here since before the end of the French era, and they were basically trapped for more than a year.

It doesn't fit the golden-robed great magician's statement at all that it has just appeared here in the recent past.

Only the old man Andre glanced at him quietly, his eyes were erratic, as if he was hesitating.

But when he saw the dozen or so round heads on the ground, he dragged Dali beside him, and by the way, he used his coat to cover the half of the rune war knife in his hand.

The atmosphere around was very dreary, and no one spoke.

But the golden-robed great magician became a little impatient.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he wanted to order everyone here to be killed.

Anyway, thousands of refugees who are not human, ghosts and ghosts, after being killed, there will be another holy light purification, ensuring that even the three souls and seven spirits will not be left.

If the target is in the crowd, it's better to kill them all, yes!

But at this moment, the golden-robed magician suddenly looked up.

I don't know when, more than a dozen FBI men in black quietly appeared around.

The man in the lead was not David Smith, but an A-rank master whose name he didn't know.

He looked at himself with a smile, but there was a sense of playfulness on his face.

The golden-robed magician snorted coldly.

These doglegs are coming pretty fast!

Don't look at the fact that the FBI has a good relationship with the Templars, almost wearing a pair of pants.

But if the massacre survivors were done, there was no guarantee that the FBI would not be able to manipulate itself.

You can do this behind your back, but you can't do it in front of the rest of the forces.

He said lightly: "This matter is very important, and if that person cannot be found as soon as he is found, he will have to aggravate you to stay in Irkutsk for a while." ”

"Irma, you're in charge of settling the refugees. Eric, you continue to lead the people to search around! Notify me as soon as there is news! ”

The silver-robed magician named Irma said loudly, "Everyone listen to me! Return to Irkutsk at once! Meet in the central square of the city! ”

"All must be illuminated by the Light!"

"Whoever dares to disobey the order can be killed on the spot!"

Andrei cursed in a low voice, a little worried.

If it had been in the past, he would have handed over his strength a long time ago.

But now Andrei has long since lost the slightest fear of the so-called God.

When I was fighting the mob in Irkutsk, God was not there.

When I ventured to Lake Baikal for a bite to eat, and almost froze to death in an ice cave, God was not there.

Now that he finally had a stutter, the temple men came, and all the meat and supplies were handed over.

Not only that, but they were ruthless when they started killing people just now.

Let's not talk about whether they find it vigorously or not, even if they are, they can't hand it over.

Looking at their lofty appearance, can a pariahs like themselves really become the most honored guests of the temple?

Whether others believe it or not, Andrei doesn't believe it anyway.