Chapter 447: Plague Fang Assassin
On the outskirts of Maitian Village, a sparse team was marching towards the north.
They were the last group of prisoners to leave.
The Salvation Army broke up their organization and reorganized them into teams of ten, tied with a rope, with a spearman standing on each side to monitor their movements at all times.
If one person escapes, the whole team will be punished.
In fact, even without this rule, no one would be willing to escape.
After all, once you leave Wheatfield Village, the surrounding areas are either villages controlled by the Salvation Army or wastelands with no village or shop nearby.
Those who follow the Salvation Army can at least have enough to eat and don't have to become food for wild beasts.
As for returning to the Green Forest Army...
After seeing what happened to Aka, no one dared to think about it.
Near the watchtower of Wheatfield Village, the [Gold Medal Cannon Soldier] has been resurrected and returned here through the teleportation array.
Looking at the captives walking away dejectedly, his face was full of regret. He only hated that the rebels surrendered too quickly, so he didn't have enough fun killing them.
"It always feels a bit regrettable."
[Lighter] glanced at him.
"What's a pity?"
[Gold Medal Cannon Soldier] smiled awkwardly.
Of course he couldn't say that it was a waste of experience, but telling the truth would seem too inhumane, so he suddenly had an idea and said something in a roundabout way.
"They are all rebels. Can we not kill a few of them?"
Lighter: "Didn't they kill them during the war? And isn't their leader already dead?"
Gold Medal Cannon Soldier: "What I mean is... there must be some guys among them who have done bad things, right? We have to at least find those people! We can't just let them go because they laid down their weapons and surrendered, right?"
That makes sense.
[Lighter] nodded thoughtfully.
Even if the peasants' rebellion was understandable, they were still traitors to the kingdom. They couldn't just throw away their weapons and blend back into the peasants' ranks.
Looking at the two "shrimp soldiers and crab generals" who were helping the Demon King share his worries, [Unfashionable and Dumb] laughed in his heart and teased.
“How do you find it out?”
[Lighter] was stunned when he heard this.
Yes.
They don't have cameras.
This... seems to make sense?
"That's a problem...but we can't stop doing it just because it's difficult."
[Gold Medal Cannon Soldier] racked his brains for a long time, and suddenly an idea came to him. He clapped his fists and said.
"Fuck, I have an idea!"
[Both cowardly and strong] I was surprised.
"What's the idea?"
Gold Medal Cannon Soldier: "We can have them report each other! Denounce! Expose themselves! If they truly repent, they definitely won't shield the bad guys! We'll definitely be able to pull out the bad guys hiding among the masses!"
As soon as he said this, the three players standing next to him were shocked.
"Fuck, you're a genius."
“6666!”
"You are smarter than the Saint!"
Thinking that these three animals were praising him, the [Gold Medal Cannon Soldier] smiled proudly and rubbed his nose with his index finger.
"Hehe, keep a low profile... I've been smart since I was little. I even got first place in the class in the third grade."
Lighter: "Damn it, I thought you were a good guy, and I almost got fooled by you. Luckily you're just a super soldier!"
Gold Medal Cannon Soldier: “???”
"I think this is a great idea. Not only can I gain experience, but I can also please the evil spirits in Chaos and see if I can trade with the Eternal Hunger Claw. Funny.jpg."
Gold Medal Cannon Soldier: "Wait, how does this please the evil spirits in Chaos? I'm clearly helping them to catch the Chaos Apostles!"
Lighter: "Eternal Hunger Claw: Well said! I love watching this! Haha."
Unfashionable and dull: "Guess how the Green Forest Army found so many 'priests', 'nuns', and 'nobles'."
He was both cowardly and resilient: "Pope: I remember there was only one regional bishop in this tiny place. How come there are so many bishops and saints?"
Gold Medal Artillery Soldier: "No... Of course I know some of this might be fake, but flies won't bite seamless eggs, right? What I mean is, this can at least mark some high-risk targets. It can also serve as a deterrent, making these farmers who have carried guns together be wary of each other. When the transformation is over, they won't dare to collude and revolt again..."
"Don't waste your time talking to this guy. I think it's a waste of time. To deal with a guy like this, you have to let him learn through his body."
[Cowardly and Strong] With an evil smile, he placed his slender white skeleton arm on the strong shoulders of the gold medal artillery soldier.
"Now prove that you didn't force yourself on me last night."
Gold Medal Cannon Soldier: “???”
Unfashionable and dull: "I bear witness! I saw it!"
Gold Medal Cannon Soldier: “????”
…
Fortunately, the vast majority of players are normal people, and a potential Chaos Apostle was strangled in the cradle.
Of course, it doesn’t really matter if it’s not killed.
After all, the devil is a master of chess. When would he need to listen to the advice of a bad chess player?
On the surface, who is bronze and who is silver depends on the player's own efforts, but in reality, even if the unlucky ones roll themselves into the tier 0, they will never have a chance to squeeze into the tier 0.
Allowing souls of different virtues to go to different ecological niches is also one of the Demon Lord's arts of rule.
On the other side, Quemu Fort.
Through the scouts trained by Sarah for the Saviors, Luo Yan got the latest news about Dusk City.
Nearly one million troops surrounded the entire city, while the coalition forces of the Principality of Campbell and the dwarves were still marching hard in the Quiet Waters, which was jointly controlled by the Skaven and the Green Forest Army.
According to reliable sources, the Chaos Chosen in the Green Forest Army seems to have become stronger again.
Not only that, a ratman tribe called the "Carrion" clan located in the Wanren Mountains also entered everyone's sight at the same time.
They originally only transported supplies to the Green Army through tunnels, but as the regional situation escalated, they were no longer satisfied with providing food and weapons, and began to send ground troops and assassins to support the Green Army's war.
At this juncture when everyone was fanning the flames, the Salvation Army alone became a breath of fresh air.
In the castle's training ground, a group of militiamen were practicing riding under the command of a riding instructor.
The instructor in light armor roared loudly as he chased after the riders whose formation was in disarray.
Before this, he had only taught the young master riding skills for the lord, and this was the first time he taught so many people at once.
"Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"
"Put your chest against the horse's back, don't let your horse see your fear, conquer it with courage! If you don't want to be thrown off!"
The troops currently undergoing training are a new type of troops of the Salvation Army. Their standard name is "Hand Cannon Cavalry", while Luo Yan calls them "Grenade Cavalry".
As the name suggests, they are light cavalry on the battlefield. Their main responsibility is to carry the dwarf's hand cannon and rush to the flank of the enemy formation to fire a shot, then retreat after one shot, and then fire another round after reloading.
If the enemy had not been defeated by then.
The dwarf hand cannon at the exit of Beifeng City to the Disaster Castle, the power of a shrapnel shell is at least equivalent to that of a bronze-level magic!
The power of a volley of fire from a hundred-man cavalry team is at least as powerful as a silver or even gold-level AOE spell...if we must make a cross-border comparison between mortal power and extraordinary power.
Compared to epoch-making weapons such as miniguns and rockets, the dwarf hand cannon is not only more suitable for the terrain of Quemu Territory, but also more suitable for the current economic environment of the Salvation Army and for concealing its presence.
This is the human world after all.
There was no need for Luo Yan to risk the loss of advanced technology and let the Empire learn advanced weapons "too early"...
On the tower corridor of Quemu Castle, Luo Yan overlooked the training ground below the corridor with an expression of approval on his face.
At this time, light footsteps were heard behind him, and along with them came a hint of sadness.
"Are we...going to war again?"
Luo Yan turned around and saw Karen, wearing a plain white dress, walking towards him.
"Why do you think so?"
Seeing Mr. Colin looking at her, Karen blinked slightly and answered truthfully.
"Your eyes told me."
"oh?"
Luo Yan looked at the increasingly intelligent girl with a little surprise, smiled and said.
"Then you're quite impressive. Maybe you've actually awakened the ability to communicate with the gods."
Hearing Mr. Colin's praise, Karen showed a shy smile on her face. It was the heartfelt joy of an immature child after receiving praise from an elder.
But the joy did not last long and soon turned into a soft sigh.
"While I appreciate your recognition, I'd rather believe it's just my own imagination."
The people of Quemu Territory finally gained a stable life, and she no longer had to run around wearing a mask that did not belong to her. She could stay by her god's side every day and listen to the legends he told.
This was the happiest moment of her life since she had been dragged out of her home by the chains of fate.
There is no hardship of displacement.
There is only peace that comes from the depths of the soul.
She is a person who is easily satisfied, and her current life makes her quite content.
Seeing the sadness behind the country girl's eyes, Luo Yan smiled faintly and said.
"I understand. You think so because you are a kind person... Most people, after receiving my favor, would want more."
A faint blush appeared on Kallen's cheeks. She lowered her smooth forehead and spoke softly.
"It's not that I haven't hoped to get more from you... but I often think of that cold, snowy night, and every time I think of it, I feel that now is also good."
"However, what you see may be an illusion." Luo Yan shifted his gaze from Karen's face and looked at the forest outside the castle and the vast sea of clouds connecting to the horizon.
"Although you have escaped the pursuers, this war is not over yet. The raging wildfires are still raging. As long as you are still alive... they will never let you go."
The Saint whispered.
"But... why? We're just trying to live our own lives."
Luo Yan said casually.
"Because we're fighting fires, not everyone wants to see this fire end."
A huge wildfire broke out in the forest. Every tree was trying to figure out which tree was to blame. Only the Salvation Army was trying to put out the fire.
This is undoubtedly something Chaos does not want to see.
They are not pursuing victory or defeat, but simply hope that the fire will burn endlessly so that their power can expand like a snowball.
Therefore, the whispers in the void would tell the towering trees that it was the withered shrubs at their feet that gave birth to the seeds of sin. Then He would tell the plants struggling at the foot of the giant trees that it was the lush trees that attracted the thunder from the sky, which caused the wildfire.
They will then fight endlessly, believing that the only way to end this catastrophe is to kill everyone except themselves.
In fact, the chosen one of the "Eternal Hunger Claws" himself is also on the list of sacrifices.
Of course, Luo Yan had never seen the Claw of Eternal Hunger before, and did not understand the specifics of its rituals. He just made a rough deduction based on logic - the more the Claw of Eternal Hunger kills, the more its apostles will appear, and the stronger they will become after being killed, and the more they kill, the stronger they will become.
Until finally a monster that even a demigod could not deal with popped out, killed all the remaining survivors at once, and completed the final sacrifice.
If his speculation is correct, then the "Salvation Army" he fostered will be Urgos' biggest nemesis in this land.
No wonder.
After suffering a setback on the front battlefield, they sent assassins without hesitation.
"Looking" at the little mice lurking under the tentacles of his mental power, Luo Yan raised the corners of his mouth into a barely perceptible smile.
There are a total of 102 rat assassins, the strongest of whom is actually at the gold level, and the weakest is at the bronze level.
If I hadn't been waiting in this castle every day, they might have had a chance.
After all, relying solely on a "champion warrior" is somewhat unprofessional.
This 80% is also all the elite forces they deployed in the Quemu Fort area.
By the way, he deliberately placed the battlefield in this convenient place.
It wasn't like he had just noticed these little guys, even though they were hiding pretty well.
"Mr. Colin…?"
Seeing Colin suddenly looking at her, Karen felt a little embarrassed and her cheeks felt slightly hot.
Even though she knew that those clear eyes had no improper thoughts about her, and she had no intention of overstepping her bounds, she still asked in a trembling voice, her hands holding the hem of her skirt unconsciously tightening due to nervousness.
Luo Yan didn't answer, but just smiled and stretched out his hand.
"Can you lend me your hand?"
He had to prove to the "stupid" Youyou that he didn't always hide behind women.
As a flexible dancer, he changes his posture according to the needs.
Sometimes in front.
Kallen stretched out her right hand without hesitation or asking any questions.
The moment she held the warm big hand, she felt dizzy and when she came to her senses, she was standing in the woods outside the castle, and all she saw was lush green.
This is……
where?
She blinked, and only realized that Mr. Colin had taken her away from the castle when she caught the eye of a startled squirrel and watched the pine cone fall to the ground.
Just as Kallen was confused about what he was going to do, the rat-man assassins hiding in the shadows of the castle corridors also froze in place, completely confused about what was happening before their eyes.
The cloaked man simply held the saint's hand, and then the two of them disappeared into thin air.
Faintly, Gurney Rotten Tongue, holding a dagger, saw a butterfly quietly landing on the handrail of the corridor.
He had never seen such a beautiful butterfly before. Its star-like patterns seemed to not belong to this world.
Before he could come to his senses, a slow voice appeared in his mind.
"...I really hate people who come in without knocking. What if I happen to be doing something shady?"
He never said that he was a gentleman, but there is still a 1% chance that this would happen.
Gurney's pupils suddenly shrank, and his small green bean-like eyes looked around, panicking for the source of the sound, but he couldn't see where it came from.
Not to mention that he couldn't even see where it came from, the little guys who were ambushing around with him didn't even hear the sound at all, and were still stunned as to why the target suddenly disappeared.
Gurney didn't know what tricks that human had used, but one thing was certain -
Their plan is exposed!
Without hesitation, he tore off his disguise and screamed.
"The plan is cancelled! Disperse! Quick! Retreat!"
They can't escape.
At the same moment Luo Yan finished speaking, the biting cold blocked the doors on both sides of the corridor, cutting off the little mice's escape route.
At the same time, the metal armor standing on both sides of the corridor suddenly seemed to come alive, raising the maces and knight swords in front of them, and emitting a sinister gaze from under the armor.
No one was lying in ambush inside in advance.
An invisible giant hand and a fluorescent wand grasped every piece of cold armor.
"...I forged your flesh and blood from steel. You must repay my kindness with the blood of sin... Go and kill these stinking bugs for me."
The spell is woven.
Unlike the Sword Master who always lets his opponent draw his sword first in every duel, the Demon King never abides by any martial ethics, and his methods are always flashy, treacherous and changeable.
Without waiting for the panicked little mice to escape, the twenty-five steel puppets took heavy steps like charging chariots, and charged forward with clanging sounds.
The panicked Plaguefang Assassins tried to fight back with the poisoned daggers in their hands, but found that they were no match for this group of metal puppets.
Head-on confrontation is not their forte, especially against this kind of tin can.
Even if their daggers could pierce the cold heavy armor, they could not stop these flesh-and-blood knights from waving their swords and killing the rats indiscriminately.
Even though these ratmen are no ordinary creatures and possess remarkable supernatural powers and skills, they still find it difficult to escape the trap woven for them by the diamond-level necromancer himself.
What made them despair was that they had already left more than twenty corpses on the ground, but still had not seen the figure of the spellcaster.
They didn't even know if he was in the castle, and could only watch the rampaging knights as they were strangled to death by the magic.
Looking at the foot knight charging towards him, Gurney Rotten Tongue pulled out the scimitar hidden under his cloak and swung it hard, cutting off the knight's helmet with one move.
However, to his despair, the latter, whose head had been chopped off, was still acting as if nothing had happened, and swung the mace at him. Fortunately, he was agile enough to dodge the violent blow.
His opponent changed from a foot knight to a headless horseman.
Not only that, just as he was holding the scimitar in reverse, ready to cut the headless knight in half, an invisible giant hand suddenly grabbed his pounding heart.
His eyes bulged, and he felt as if every blood vessel in his body was injected with poison, and his strength was draining away at an incredible speed...
It's necromancy!
"Soul absorption?!" He screamed in terror, trying to break free from the invisible chains and dispel the fear in his heart.
The headless knight chased after him, and so did the sweeping mace!
The whistling steel let out a fierce roar, and this blow was enough to instantly shatter the city gate without magic protection!
Gurney Rottongue jumped back hard, barely avoiding the fatal blow, and then used the momentum to flip over and leap towards the bottom of the castle.
This is the only chance to survive!
He had already seen that the magician who teased him had the power to crush him!
Not to mention a Gold-rank Plaguefang Assassin like me, even a Diamond-rank Chaos Chosen would be utterly defeated by that fellow...
The distance of dozens of meters passed in a flash!
Gurney landed heavily on the ground with both feet, creating a noisy dust shadow at the edge of the training ground!
The excruciating pain of his ankles and knees caused a flash of pain across his rat face, but soon the painful expression turned into ecstasy of escaping death.
Success!
The big hand that grabbed his heart seemed to loosen, and he successfully escaped from the casting range of the soul-sucking spell.
Without time to mourn for his men who died tragically, he did not dare to stay for a moment. He used all his strength to rush to the hedge beside the training ground, trying to escape from this bloody hell.
He must bring back the news that the Saint is protected by a diamond-level necromancer!
This may be the most direct proof that the forces of Hell are intervening in the situation in the Twilight Province!
However--
It was too early for him to be happy.
His front paws had just touched the castle courtyard when a creepy feeling crept up his spine.
That feeling...
It's like being targeted by a natural enemy.
His legs felt as heavy as lead. Gurney Rotten Tongue barely moved his neck and finally saw the figure standing next to the fountain and the pair of ears standing upright above the black hair.
There was a bloodthirsty cruelty flashing in her vertical pupils, and she seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.
In the last second of his life, Gurney Rottentongue heard that understated voice again.
"Sarah, I leave it to you."
He was always in that invisible big hand, never escaping for a second...
"Yes, sir."
The last 0.1 seconds.
The cold dagger and the sound of breaking air pierced into his paper-like skull...
…
The killing on the castle corridor was over in just three minutes.
If it weren't for testing the new spells he learned during his journey, Luo Yan could actually have let these little mice die more quickly.
There was a slight distortion in the space, and a blue butterfly appeared and disappeared.
When Luo Yan stood in the corridor again, Karen, looking surprised, appeared beside him.
"What on earth is this..." Looking at the blood, mud and broken limbs on the ground, Karen's face was full of surprise.
"The ratmen in the Wanren Mountains," Luo Yan released the soft little hand and said gently, "I should have said before that the Green Forest Army is not a simple rebel army. They probably colluded with the ratmen a long time ago."
"What I want to ask is what happened just now..." Kallen glanced at him secretly, "Why did I suddenly end up outside the castle?"
Luo Yan explained casually.
"That's my magic, um... can you keep it a secret for me for now? I don't want too many people to know this secret."
In fact, it was not magic, but a gift given to him by the Solipsians called "Butterfly of All Things".
But it was too troublesome to explain, so he decided not to say it.
Kallen nodded seriously.
"I swear on my life that I will protect this secret for the rest of my life."
"There's no need to be so exaggerated."
If it was really that serious, he wouldn't have used this skill in front of her.
Kallen took a deep breath, calmed herself down quickly, and glanced around at the corpses around her.
"I understand why you say that not everyone wants this fire to end... Even if we try to live in peace with them, they will come after us for their own desires and ambitions."
"That's right." Luo Yan nodded approvingly and looked at this simple country girl with satisfaction.
She is growing up very fast.
This also saves a lot of training time, and you can skip the prelude and get straight to the point.
Kallen nodded respectfully and prayed to the oracle in a sincere voice.
"...Please tell me, what should I do next?"
There was no trace of doubt in the voice.
Just like she had held his hand before, without hesitation.
"...The Rock Sword Master is on his way here, perhaps arriving at the castle by evening. He's also a very kind person. He's willing to cut through all the thorns for you with his sword, allowing your order to spread to the suffering Griffin Cliff Territory."
After telling Kallen the information he had seen, Luo Yan continued to give instructions in a relaxed tone.
"I need you to follow your destiny and spread the light of order there in the name of the Saint, bringing bread and the 'new doctrine' to those in dire straits."
"I believe that if you were in my current state, you would definitely know how to proceed even without listening to my oracle."
There was no way he could go with Kallen.
After all, the Sword Master was coming here, so he had to take Sarah and Taff away from the castle for a while...
(End of this chapter)
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