In the next few days, Little Wolf and Groy stayed in the church. As the divine power like the boundless water became weaker and weaker, the increasing number of mutants outside gradually became restless. Although they

It is still impossible to step into the light curtain that is so thin that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but these walking corpses are not willing to leave just now. Their number is increasing every day, except for constantly making meaningless roars and shaking.

They wandered around the church, accumulating desires they had never had before...

Lust for flesh and blood, lust for life.

"We should get out of here."

The boy, whose face was getting more and more embarrassed, had said this for countless times. His body, which was not strong in the first place, had become much thinner. His two pointed ears drooped listlessly among the messy hair.

Although the coarse cloth shirt was relatively clean, it had a faint smell of rancidity.

At a time when living supplies are extremely tight, being able to simply cleanse your body is already a great luxury. Who cares if there is any strange smell on your clothes? If not every sect has a relatively abundant reserve of holy water, Xiaolang

He might have died of thirst, or he might have contracted the plague from drinking contaminated well water.

"We can't get out of here, kid."

The orc paladin gave an expected answer, and threw a small cloth bag at the young man's feet. He leaned on the base of the statue holding his broad sword and shook his head: "Don't you see those things outside? As long as

If you take one step here, they will swarm you and tear you to pieces. Of course, if you are lucky enough, you may turn into something like those monsters before you die completely."

Groy didn't seem to have changed much compared to a few days ago. Whether it was his mental state, physical fitness, appetite, or personality, he was exactly the same as usual. Except for occasionally squatting on the steps drinking alone, this just knight's style was simply

He didn't waver at all. He spent most of his time in the church hall doing nothing, or he would stand angrily at the door of the church and yell at the mutants, even though he was shouting about "Dead" and "It's over" every day.

Words like "I'm a loser", but there is no negative feeling that all thoughts are lost, but rather a sense of heartlessness.

"You will die if you go out, but you won't die if you stay here?" Little Wolf dug out two pieces of bread and half a crumpled fruit from the cloth bag, with a bitter look on his face.

While chewing the ground, he mumbled in a low voice: "It's better to take a gamble and see if I can escape to a safe place. I really don't know why I found you at that time. Those people must have left long ago..."

Obviously, the "those people" the boy mentioned were referring to the Justice Sect clergy who had acted with Groy before.

"Maybe, they may have reached a safe place."

Groy smiled mischievously and glanced at the little wolf proudly: "But you, who only want to live, have to stay here with me. Is it uncomfortable? Do you not regret it later? Are you angry?"

The little wolf frowned, swallowed the astringent fruit in his mouth, and turned his head to the other side in silence.

"Listen, kid."

Groy glanced at Little Wolf's back in a funny way, spread his hands and said: "Perhaps a powerful knight commander, high priest or archbishop can take you out of this city full of monsters, but I

But if you can't do this, if you want to survive, staying here and praying is your only choice. That way, at least you will be safe until the divine power of this church completely disappears."

"What do you mean?"

The little wolf's ears twitched and he asked without looking back: "Why is it 'you' instead of 'we'?"

Groy grinned widely: "Idiot, although I can't take you out, it's not necessarily the case if it's just me. Since I have a chance to survive, why should I die here with you?

?”

Little Wolf opened his mouth in astonishment, but he didn't say a word...

"In a while, the divine power here should be completely dissipated." Groy stood up, turned around and walked into the church: "Let's say goodbye then. By the way, in order to ensure that I have enough physical strength.

Escape from this hellish place, and your rations will be halved during this period."

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Game time PM19:18

"That is to say, he took action at noon yesterday, knocked you unconscious in the prayer room when you were almost exhausted from hunger, and then ran away alone?" The tall humanoid creature squatted next to the little wolf, deep in his eyes.

He sighed: "Eat slowly, I don't even have a digestive system, I won't compete with you..."

The boy who was munching on a piece of dried meat struggled to nod, took the water bag from the other party and washed down the food stuck in his throat, and weakly whispered to the weird-looking savior in front of him: "Thank you.

you."

"I should be the one to say thank you. It's so great to find you...so great..."

Cordoba smiled bitterly, and after a moment of silence asked softly: "Did Groy say anything to you?"

Xiaolang shook his head, then pointed to a small piece of parchment at his feet, his voice was a little hoarse: "No, that bastard only left this note, and you have read the content on it, what's the real thing?"

Justice refers to justice and belief that must be defended by any means necessary. True courage refers to justice and oaths that must be adhered to even if one abandons honor. Such nonsense makes me repeat it silently over and over again. It is really... ridiculous...

"

Cordoba remembered the Justice Sect that the half-orc boy in front of him had described to him before, combined with what he had seen and heard some time ago, and lowered his shoulders in despair.

"But I know that this passage is actually the last sentence on the last page of every impartial scripture." Little Wolf lowered his eyes and murmured in a low voice after finishing the food in his hands: "At the same time, it is also the most common sentence among devout believers.

The reason why he asked me to recite the prayer he used was probably because he hoped that the weak prayer, which was by no means pious, would allow the last vestige of divine power to protect me for a longer period of time."

Cordoba, who was about to speak, was stunned. After a while, he asked: "What else do you know?"

The little wolf did not answer him immediately, but asked Cordoba: "Can you tell me the specific characteristics of those monsters called mutants?"

"What's special about it..."

Cordoba pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "My friend told me that they are undead creatures that are not completely dead, but cannot be considered alive. They are often transformed from people infected by the plague.

Yes, strictly speaking, those people died the moment they were transformed into mutants. The bodies that turned into monsters had no humanity and would only attack others based on certain impulses unique to low-level undead. Their physical fitness

They are usually several times more powerful than before they were alive. They are extremely sensitive to living things. Once discovered, they will attack desperately, but they will not react to dead beings. The stronger the opponent's vitality, the worse their behavior will be.

It’s crazy, that’s probably it…”

"I understand. Just now you asked me what else I know, right?"

Xiaolang huddled next to the pulpit and said calmly: "There are quite a few. For example, on the second night after I came to this place, I accidentally found a notebook with rough words and ugly writing in an empty room.

Then I learned that when the bandit group was harassing Fair City, the Church of Justice secretly dispatched a total of six paladins and 32 templars to raid the bandit camp a hundred miles away and sacrificed nearly half of them.

After successfully wiping out the bandit group's station and cutting off their supplies, the vanguard force of the bandits was defeated and eventually had to be disbanded...

From the same record, I also discovered that a certain priest named Lotor Firescale was shot through the lower abdomen by a poisonous arrow in order to save a reckless child on the city wall. He rested for two months afterwards.

I could barely get out of bed, and my strength had permanently dropped by one level. Hehe, that reckless kid must have been me. No wonder the lizard was shaking so hard at that time. It turned out to be poisoned.

I also know that the team I was entangled with should have been wiped out long ago, or they were planning to die at that time. I had dealt with an orc from the North half a year ago, and I know that some orcs

The tribe has the habit of pouring wine on the ground for dead friends. Groy must have been drinking with those people that day. Haha, the elf priest kept lighting up his broken hammer. Could it be to attract those monsters to others?

Buying time? That's stupid.

I also know that there is no food stocked in the church at all. Groy sneaks out of the church to get all those things from outside every night while I am asleep. Does that idiot really think that he can hide from the wolf's ears by leaving quietly?

Do you really think I didn't see that he has changed his armor at least three times in the past few days? I know everything. I know where Groy threw those blood-stained bandages.

There's only one thing I haven't figured out before, but you just told me the answer. That rogue paladin hardly gave me food in the last period of time just to make me weak. The higher the vitality, the worse it is in the eyes of those monsters.

The more obvious it is, I really don’t know where he knew it, so why did he kill me before the church’s divine power was about to dissipate...

It’s really disgusting, it’s such a bastard, it’s such a rotten person, it’s really... abominable!”

At the end, the young man who could no longer suppress his emotions finally burst into tears. He lay weakly on the cold floor, and big drops of tears fell down his cheeks to the ground. His trembling sobs were like sobs.

The howling of wolves echoed in the empty church hall for a long time.

"There are so many mutants at the four city gates that even those adventurers with good skills will have a hard time rushing out. It will be even harder if we bring a child with no power like you." Crouched next to the young man.

Cordoba hesitated for a moment, and finally patted his back gently: "I didn't find any corpses outside the city, but I saw a lot of mutants wandering out of Fair City, so...mostly...

No one escaped. Those churches must have discovered this, so they unanimously decided to stick to the church with divine power and wait for rescue. I... I went to the Holy Union Chapel, the City Hall, and took risks before coming here.

There are many... people in the churches of the Workers' Guild and Dawn, Wisdom, and Law Church. I'm sorry... If I could have come earlier..."

Xiaolang raised his head and glanced at the remains of several mutants at the door, and shook his head: "It's useless. Even if you only take me out alone, it will probably be very difficult, right?"

Cordoba was silent.

Xiaolang wiped his eyes and looked up at the dimmed Holy Emblem of Justice in the center of the hall: "The Justice Sect in Fair City is not too large, has a small number of believers, and its reputation is not very good, so those

Guy... At that time, he probably wanted to use himself as a bait to attract as many monsters as possible to give other churches more time to gather civilians. Now it seems that it is completely useless..."

He was right. The fact that the entire city was slaughtered completely proved that this was a futile effort.

In the face of extreme disasters, it often happens in stories that a few people or one person can save countless lives by making sacrifices, but it is more realistic that most people choose to sacrifice in exchange for the lives of a few or a few people.

Some, miracles, are given the title because the probability is extremely low. A team of only a few dozen people sacrificed themselves noblely in exchange for the lives of hundreds, thousands or even the entire city. This kind of thing is not seen in other places.

It may appear in the form of some kind of mission in the game, but in the world of innocence...

Maybe there is, but at least not here.

"I saw some... corpses wearing this badge on my way here."

Cordoba also looked up at the Holy Emblem and whispered to Little Wolf: "They killed at least three times the number of monsters as themselves. They are very brave and great."

The latter's shoulders twitched and he asked in a low voice: "Then did you see..."

"Well, I think I saw it."

Cordoba nodded and put a small piece of crumpled parchment into the little wolf's hand: "An orc knight, in order to convey a certain message to people who might find this place, used

The giant sword pierced his chest, nailing him to the ground and standing dead. He held this note high until I found him. He should have guessed that mutants are not interested in corpses and parchment.

I was very interested, so I chose such a striking way to die."

"Where did you see him?"

"There is a trail not far from here. Judging from what I saw when I arrived, the Groy Knight...should have been working hard to take the mutants here elsewhere during the time you were unconscious.

.”

"Is that so..."

Xiaolang nodded slightly, tears overflowed from his severely bloodshot eyes and wet the note in his hand.

The above content is not sensational at all, not heroic at all, not epic at all...

Just a common sentence:

[There is a child in the Just Church who may still be alive, save him.]
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