Chapter 230 Red like rain (3)

The sound of knives and axes, swords and shields clashing continued.

The sound of blades and arrows piercing flesh continued.

Roaring and screaming.

And the sound of crying.

There were faint sounds of crying coming from the surrounding houses.

The sound was very small, and was buried under the noise of the battlefield, but Karin had good hearing.

The little girl whose ears were covered by Karin didn't cry, but just trembled slightly.

Outside the houses, on the main road in the village, the bloody fight was still going on.

Although some of the village walls were chopped down and blown up, the village is still relatively narrow due to the limitations of houses and roads.

In other words, the numerical advantage of Perot's army could not be brought into play immediately.

But, after all, it has an advantage.

Pero's army had more people and better quality. Although it was a forced march and a long journey to get here, the distance was not far and they also rested on the defense line in the middle.

Moreover, there are two top-level professionals in Pero's army.

It would be difficult for an average-level top-level professional to face more than thirty experienced soldiers at the same time.

It is just like the modern war in Rand's previous life, where a tank would have a hard time facing more than thirty well-trained infantrymen equipped with appropriate weapons and equipment.

But it does not mean that the top professionals have no dominance on the battlefield.

Just like Taran adopted the tactics of infantry and tank coordination with the cooperation of Minotaur and ordinary soldiers.

The combat power displayed by the top professionals under the cover of their comrades is also terrifying.

For example, in a one-on-one situation, it is too easy for a top-level professional to kill a minotaur.

Although Taran tried his best to command and request for cover, several heavily armored minotaurs still fell to the ground and could no longer stand up.

It is drizzling now.

In Karin's opinion, the warm weather, which was about to arrive in summer, became much cooler due to the rain.

The cool rain drops fell on the militiamen, soldiers, and minotaurs, flowing through their bodies.

Passing through their roars, then becoming warm and dripping onto the ground.

Although Karin couldn't see it.

But she could imagine the rain changing from cold to warm, and from colorless to blood-red.

The blood-red rain, like petals dancing and falling from the trees, spread across the road in the village.

Karin reminded herself that this was just an illusion, and that these villagers were all subjects of the Rand Messenger.

Their enemy is most likely the Torch Church.

The shouting and screaming continued for a while, and Karin felt that the middle-aged village chief named Taran, who had been caring for her, seemed to have drawn his sword and joined the battle.

Karin also heard the door of the room next door being kicked open and crying.

Karin released her hands from covering the little girl's ears and asked her, "Do you know who the enemy is?"

The little girl shook her head.

Karin sighed, and she suddenly thought that since it was just an illusion, she might as well be a little more indulgent.

Perhaps this would really fulfill the intention of the evil god of nurturing blood.

But she was also somewhat fed up with the red tape and timidity of being the Saint of the Torch Church.

But Karin at least confirmed that the enemies of these villagers would not be from the Torch Church.

Karin picked up the Torch Church's gun-shaped artifact, the Sin-Cleansing Flame, which she had been using as a crutch for the blind.

Although the flame on the gun tip had long ceased to burn.

But if it is just used as an ordinary pistol, it is still very sturdy.

The tip of the gun is also sharp enough.

Karin is now far from being as strong as she was in her prime, and she is not even sure if she can beat the average top-level professional.

However, she still gave the little girl a few instructions, asking her not to make any noise and not to go out, then she pushed the door open and went out.

A beautiful blonde girl in red clothes and a crown covering her eyes appeared under the rain.

Taran, the middle-aged village chief, had already drawn his sword to join the war, so naturally no one noticed at first that this young girl had joined the battlefield holding a guide stick that looked like a pistol.

Until this beautifully patterned guide stick blew through the armor of several elite soldiers of the Flying Fox Army, picked them up, and then threw them out.

Karin's clothing and figure were very recognizable. When Taran realized that reinforcements had appeared on his side, he recognized Karin at a glance.

At first he guessed that Karin was just a runaway princess or a noble lady.

Now it seems that the possibility is becoming higher and higher.

Without sufficient resources and talent, it is impossible for a normal person to have such strength at this age.

Not to mention that Karin is apparently still blind.

"Cover her!" Taran roared.

Karin twirled the pistol in her hand.

Inject a little heat.

Most of the characteristics of the Torch Church's professionals are related to fire.

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As the King of Crimson, Karin's control over fire is slightly more subtle.

Even now that it has been greatly weakened.

Tap your toes.

Toss and turn, to move.

Draw your gun.

Under the cover of soldiers and minotaurs.

Karin avoided most of the enemies' obstruction and pierced the pistol in her hand into the chest of an unprepared top-level professional.

Then ignite.

In an instant, this top-level professional who had been trying to resist turned into a charred corpse.

Just like the other people Karin had killed before, Karin threw the body of this top-level professional off the pistol, as if killing a top-level professional was a trivial matter not worth mentioning to her.

The drizzle was still falling from the sky to the ground.

Some of it landed on Karin's brilliant blonde hair.

Some flowed down her pretty face from her forehead to her chin.

Perrault realized that a tough enemy had appeared.

Ever since he decided to attack Rand's Crescent Territory, he always felt that things were going wrong.

Now a strong man suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

So beautiful.

Unfortunately, it was his enemy.

Pero ordered the mages and archers to focus their fire on the girl who was not even wearing the most basic armor.

The Minotaur used his body to block Karin without hesitation, and then very cleverly grabbed a few enemies to use as shields.

Then the soldiers and militiamen also rushed over with large shields raised.

Karin hid in the crowd.

Targeted another top-level professional.

She was not in very good health.

Perhaps she consumed too much energy during the sacrifice, or perhaps the evil god of nourishing blood imposed restrictions on her.

The brief killing just now had consumed a lot of her energy.

But Karin felt inexplicably refreshed, because she hadn't felt this way for a long time, and she knew that what she was doing must be the right thing.

Although this may be the blood of nourishment, or it may be the conspiracy of Rand, the cult leader.

But she was sure that she was doing the right thing by protecting these villagers.

As the Saint of the Torch Church and the King of Crimson, she often feels that everything she does is wrong.

But now, she has no such worries.

(End of this chapter)