Chapter 62
"Mr. Freeman, I'll take care of these."
Mol, with a pair of huge white wings, descended from the sky and gently said to the busy brown-haired boy:
"A group of gifted individuals are causing trouble near the church, harming the people Your Majesty protects. Father and his men happen to be away, so I hope you can help drive them away."
Xia Zuo nodded without hesitation: "Of course, it's my honor."
The next second, the brown-haired boy pushed on his toes and rushed out like a swift cheetah. In a flash, only his back was left.
Mo Er looked at the direction he left, folded his hands over his chest, and sighed, "As expected of Your Majesty."
Even such a young and powerful gifted person is helping these ordinary people without complaint.
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The terrain of the wasteland is also complex. It is said that this place was once a gathering place for gifted people a long time ago. For those powerful gifted people at that time, moving mountains, filling the sea and changing the terrain was just a piece of cake.
The place where the church is located is a wasteland closer to other marginal areas. Although there is almost no grass, it is relatively flat.
Go a little further northwest and you will see a dense forest.
There are ferocious beasts in the forest, as well as some people with natural talents, and even ordinary people who have lived here for generations and have their own way of survival.
However, because the resources here are more abundant than in the wasteland, and the gifted individuals who bear witness there are more powerful, even ordinary people are not so easy to deal with. If you must classify it by something, this is probably the central location of the wasteland.
Going further northwest, there will be a mountain range blocking people's way. It is said that behind the mountain range is the infamous Eastwood Prison for the Insane.
Even gifted criminals wouldn't venture up those mountains, let alone over them. Without a guide, they might even run out of supplies and freeze to death in the inexplicably cold mountains.
At the beginning, Xizel had gone through a lot of hardships to turn over, not because he was not well prepared, but because the damn world will wanted him to die so much.
——Xia Zuo was rushing to the transition area between the dense forest and the wasteland.
With the complete arrival of winter, the number of gifted holders and civilians, led by the church, has increased, and their distribution has become wider and wider. It is no exaggeration to say that now, in the entire wasteland, more than 70% of the people believe in Christine.
In such a desperate place, faith can be spread better.
Not to mention that Christine's behavior was more like charity than missionary work. But the more he did this, the more crazy those people became for him.
It’s a pity that Xia Zuo didn’t know the term “toxic fan”, otherwise he would definitely apply this term to some believers who went crazy and made him terrified.
However, precisely because the church's influence expanded so rapidly, powerful gifted holders in the dense forest also began to notice this anomaly.
They were still wary of the talent holder team that Moore belonged to, so they had been on the sidelines. Now that Captain James had left for a short while, they immediately seized the opportunity and wanted to tear some flesh from the church.
After all, the dense forest is also affected by the severe winter. Although there are more supplies than in the wasteland, the church is inexplicably filled with so many supplies that it makes people jealous.
Xia Zuo's eyesight was far superior to that of an ordinary person. He had already seen those arrogant gifted people from a distance. One of them was holding a long knife and was stabbing fiercely at an ordinary person who was crying.
Xia Zuo's pupils shrank, knowing that it was too late to save him. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger.
——However, the next moment, a dazzling golden light exploded from the body of the ordinary man, instantly enveloping him and blocking the knife outside the barrier.
Then the barrier cracked into pieces, but this could not deny one fact - the ordinary person was saved.
And the battlefield changes in an instant.
The talented person didn't have time to wait for the next chance to attack before Xia Zuo suddenly moved in front of him and punched him.
The brown-haired boy didn't look back.
He vaguely knew who had arrived before him.
Xia Zuo Freeman, a holder of the A-level second-level talent, the talent "Priest", possesses the blood of a priest that has not yet fully awakened.
The only lack of combat experience was overcome by his own excellent fighting talent and the guidance of the mentor he met while escaping.
Even though he was facing three powerful gifted people alone, he was not at a disadvantage at all. There was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit that made him more courageous as he faced more setbacks.
——Just like what McCann said about him in prison at that time.
"Where did this troublesome brat come from... Didn't they say James and the others couldn't make it today?!" A man with a dark talent on the opposite side cursed gloomily, then sneered, "Since you insist on blocking our way, don't blame us for being rude."
As he said this, Xia Zuo thought that he had some unused talent, but then he saw the offensive of several people suddenly turn towards the civilians below.
Xia Zuo: "..."
He was different from them, he did care about the lives of others, and his high moral standards put him at a disadvantage when facing desperate criminals. But...
Christine, who is worshipped as a god by countless people, is still behind.
...These people couldn't possibly think that the golden light that just blocked their attack was their own ability, right?
The brown-haired boy's expression suddenly became subtle.
The man with a dark talent actually thought so.
The golden barrier just now looked like a one-time talent effect, with a sacred smell. It goes without saying that it is biased towards light.
This divine feeling is extremely similar to the feeling given to him by one of the abilities of the brown-haired boy in front of him. Who else could have done it if not him?
Therefore, he attacked those ordinary people again without hesitation.
...Wait, why do these people who were in pain and despair just now have such strange expressions on their faces?
Admiration, respect, pleasure, and fanaticism.
When she looked at him, all that was left was twisted hatred.
The man's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition suddenly swept over his body. However, before he could take the next step, he felt a pain in his heart.
……What?
He stared at the gaping hole in his chest in disbelief.
Just now, it seemed as if a golden light pierced his heart directly at a speed that he could not react to.
At the source of the golden light, the black-haired prophet stood there calmly, holding a two-meter-long golden bow. Slowly and unquestionably, he grasped the gradually condensed arrow and pulled the next bow.
The person who was targeted this time was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.
——Logically speaking, since the opponent was drawing the bow and aiming so slowly, even if the arrow was shot out so fast that he couldn't react, he would still be able to avoid it at this time.
But he felt that he was completely unable to move, as if he was trapped by the predetermined cause and effect and fate. He could only stay nailed to the spot, waiting for the arrow to pierce through his chest.
…What kind of weird ability is this? ! !
How could humans possibly master such a talent that could control destiny?!
Xia Zuo, who had not experienced it personally, simply thought it was an effect like immobilization and did not pay much attention to it. He attacked the enemy's last talent holder without any hesitation.
Half an hour later, the battle was over.
In the end, the gifted master used his trump card, which was quite difficult for Xia Zuo. He spent a lot of effort and was injured. If the death of his companion had not made the other party's emotions difficult to control, which in turn affected his control of power, he might not have won.
You know, I am only one step away from reaching the first level of A grade.
Xia Zuo couldn't help but reassess in his mind the degree of danger posed by those with talent in the wasteland.
After all, those who survived here had done so by risking their lives. That kind of fighting spirit and madness was something he had rarely seen before.
"Christine."
After finding the location of the black-haired prophet, Xia Zuo borrowed some strength and came to his side. He touched his nose a little embarrassedly and said, "Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
Christine shook her head slightly. "Don't apologize, Freeman. This isn't your job, yet you came here and risked your life for these people. They and I should be grateful to you."
After he said that, Xia Zuo felt even more embarrassed, completely at a loss as to what to do. So he changed the subject dryly: "No, you arrived just in time. Is that golden barrier also your ability? It's very useful!"
He didn't know that the comic book will was wailing in the black-haired prophet's mind: "A silly and straightforward kid, was beaten down like this by you! If he were the old him, he would have happily accepted the praise!"
"What are you going to do to pay me back what you owe me?"
Xizel: "..."
Cesar: "This is Crest's problem, what does it have to do with me, Christine?"
The black-haired boy's voice in his mind was calm: "Don't worry, he can be brought back to health."
Comic Will: Are you keeping a pet here?
On the surface, he maintained his persona and answered Xia Zuo: "I heard their despair and prayers. So I rushed over."
The black-haired prophet calmly explained, "They are just ordinary people. I can only hear them, but I cannot give them the power to fight back."
Xia Zuo was a little confused: "But that protective shield..."
"That's the faith I stored up earlier." The black-haired prophet seemed to sigh and stretched out his hand. Xia Zuo saw golden cracks on it. "It also cost me the overdrawn power and backlash."
He said, "Maybe I shouldn't have saved them. It would be better if I stayed away from them."
"How could that be! Don't think so," Xia Zuo frowned, intuitively believing that the other party was just sad that he couldn't provide better shelter for the other believers who came next, rather than that he really felt that he shouldn't have saved the ordinary person just now. "You've done well, Christine. You're not a god, don't be so hard on yourself."
After he finished speaking, he felt a little dazed for a moment, as if he had said something with a similar meaning to his best black-haired friend.
And just now, when he thought Christine was behind him and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation, that tacit understanding and trusting feeling also gave him a familiar illusion -
It was as if the person behind him was not a holy prophet, but a friend who had been walking with him for a long time.
“…”
His mood couldn't help but become a little depressed.
It shouldn't be like this, he thought.
It's unfair to either César or Christine.
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