Chapter 305 Death Fight

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While the real Creator was still thinking about how to shape the world, Edward had entered County Winter.

"It's so cold, it's almost August."

Edward complained, pulling the thin wool scarf upwards, covering his mouth and nose, and a little white mist pops out from the gap in the scarf. He lowered the brim of the hat and walked from the route pointed out by the red gloves on the road into the Moon Town, which had not been stained with fear.

But it's just not stained.

All of these towns are built along the mountains, and are lined up along the wind-loosening places of the Ammanda Mountains. From the height of Moon Town, you can clearly see the explosions and the fires that have soared into the sky.

Winter County, a city of tranquility, the people living nearby are mostly devout monks and rich people, and rarely interact with frequent dance society. The war has made fewer communication between these already inconvenient towns. The town is now wrapped in uneasy emotions, although most of them do not know that the neighboring town has been swallowed up by the fire.

Fires and explosions are signals of war approaching, and more and more wounded and influx of refugees broke the tranquility of the city. People left and died every day, but the trains transporting people back home were not coming. These people who were used to relatively hard life prayed and confessed all day and night, and placed their faith in the mercy of the gods, and almost no one could fall asleep.

Whether it is because of pious faith or the feeling that the church is safe, there are not many people who refuse to retreat here.

There are no people on the streets, and there are no middle-class people who can move here and live for a long time. Most of them are rich and wealthy. Not only can they live here, but they can also donate many wealthy people and medium-sized nobles to the church. Therefore, there will be no beggars and homeless people. Even if they really don’t close their households at night, it doesn’t matter at all. It is considered a very good community.

The whole city was quiet, but it was not asleep. Every house where people lived had a soul full of uneasiness and panic.

"Help them evacuate..."

Edward muttered that considering the content of the other party's commission, he chose to take a detour to the steam train station in the mountains first.

The station was empty, with high windows open, and the indoor temperature was frighteningly low. Snowflakes and cold wind poured in from the gap, and it seemed that a layer of thin ice had formed on the track that had not been used for a while.

Edward opened the frosted main door lock and opened all the doors. He turned around and found the location of the gas pipeline, but there was no response after opening the valve. It was probably closed since it was used a week ago, and no one threw pennies into it.

The demon reached out and touched his pocket - it was broken, without copper pennies.

But there are always more solutions than problems. Edward took out a quill from his inner pocket, a small hand account book, and quickly wrote on the new page:

“The Steam Train Station in Moon Town will start operating at 2:15 am.”

"The heating system is normal and the gas pipeline is in normal condition. As long as the valve is opened, it can be used."

After writing these two sentences, Edward sighed in his hand, looked at his watch, and clamped his quill between his fingers and waited.

The second hand was rotating one by one. At the first second at 2:15, a rumbling sound of steam operation came from the depths of the station. The gas pipeline vibrated, and the gas wall lights and hanging lights lit up one after another. The entire station woke up in an instant.

The windows at high places are also automatically closed, and the heating slowly rises.

Edward took the notebook and walked to the overpass above the steam train track and looked down. The thin ice on the track was slowly melting.

He pressed his book on the guardrail and continued to write:

"The station will operate because a completely empty train will transport the people of Moon Town to Storn Station in East Chester tonight. The train will arrive on time at 2:30 and leave before dawn."

It is not normal to have a train but no conductor or station staff. Edward popped up a drop of blood at will, and dozens of newly born spiritual lives stood up from the blood. Some of them were wearing military uniforms, some were wearing the standard costumes of the staff at the Lun Station, some were men and women, some were old and young. They were all demon relatives who were temporarily fabricated with memory and knowledge. Even if they were killed, they were just spiritual materials.

As soon as they were born, they quickly moved like real living people, and the huge station suddenly became popular.

The station gradually became warmer, and the staff came and went, and the soldiers in military uniforms were on high alert, as if it was really a civilian retreat train arranged by the Ruen military.

Edward nodded with satisfaction, pulled his scarf and walked out of the station.

According to the commission, He will go to the church to inform this matter next.

He turned around in the town and walked to the Moon Church in the eastern corner. It was still early, and just five minutes passed. Edward took off his hat and knocked on the door. After a few dozen seconds, a young woman wearing red gloves opened a slit wide in her palm and looked him up and down with caution.

"Hello?"

Seeing that the other party looked malice and looked very fond of people, the female Red Gloves member relaxed a little: "Sorry, the church is not open at night now. If it is a prayer, please go back."

"I'm upsetting you, ma'am, I'm here to deliver the message."

He took out a folded piece of white paper from his arms, and presented it to the female red gloves with a military seal in her eyes:

"This is about the retreat arrangements for the personnel in Moon Town. In order not to attract the attention of the Fsaks, the vehicles were temporarily recruited and will arrive at the station ten minutes later. Who is the manager here? Please arrange for personnel to go to the station in an orderly manner and do not have any accidents."

Red Glove's eyes suddenly widened, she looked back at the inside of the church very quickly, and then turned back:

"Can you confirm this notice?"

"Ah, I forgot to ask for your name, who are you?"

"No problem." Edward calmly handed over the blank paper and smiled. "Today's retreat depends on the train temporarily recruited by the big men in the army. Madam, don't ask where it comes from, just know that this train will take you to East Chester County."

The female member of the red gloves was slightly stunned, and then she was held by these words and couldn't help but think about something, and nodded seriously.

"Do you need to come in and avoid the wind?" She took the initiative to show her goodwill.

Edward was saying this: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

He walked into the church, and the gate closed behind him. The church was warm, with a few gas lights and dim candles illuminating the church that had become a temporary carehouse. The benches for worship were filled with wounded and helpless elderly people transported from other places.

The church clergy and several extraordinary people gathered together and talked slightly excitedly at a piece of white paper, and soon passed the good news to others. Edward slipped silently from the crowd, walked through the public area, and entered a confessional room, which was temporarily converted into a babysitting confession, and the children who could not speak were taken care of by several women and were all asleep.

Edward carefully walked around them, aiming toward a basket, and reached out to pick up the child lying inside.

"First meeting, Vanessa."

"Your father hopes you can live well, but he seems to have no blood relationship with you. Is it your adoptive father?"

He greeted the baby in a silence, then turned around in the small confessional room, and walked out quietly. The clergy were helping the old man up, while several extraordinary people were gone.

"Do you want to see your adoptive father?"

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Arnold waved the broadsword into silver arcs, and the sound of the air shook the huge demon wolf hidden at the junction of dreams and reality for the third time. With the muffled sound of tearing the flesh and bones, it opened the long hole at the waist of the eight-legged demon wolf.

With one blow, he immediately bit open the metal bottle prepared in his hand, drank the liquid in it, stepped on the higher and higher roof as a springboard, jumped up at the highest point, and stabbed the giant sword with golden light into the forehead of the demon wolf!

The human beings who were holding a ray of dawn light rushed towards the demon wolf in the air, and this scene seemed to be the arrival of a myth.

The sword blade collided between the demon wolf's eyebrows, making a collision sound that was difficult to express in words. The huge impact force knocked the broadsword in his hand away, and he also lost his balance and fell from the sky. But the next moment, two dark green symbols appeared in Arnold's eyes. The potion he had just taken emitted a strong bitter taste in his mouth, allowing him to control the incomplete mythical creature form that was almost out of control. The night watchman's dream only made him misty for less than a second, and the scene in front of him suddenly shattered like a mirror. He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand again and stabbed him down hard!

Scream!

One-third of the sword tip pierced the demon wolf's eyebrows. The gray-haired demon wolf suddenly howled in pain and shook his head frantically. The broken nightmare and the blood of the mythical creatures were splattered wildly towards the surroundings. The spiritual creatures splattered by the blood suddenly expanded and rushed towards Arnold, enduring the pain of being crushed by the sharp blade-like morning light and pulled him.

"Pagan saints, why do you still have to fight?!"

As soon as the potion's effect disappeared, Arnold was hit by a crazy nightmare and was pried apart by the spirits and his fingers clenched the hilt of the sword.

The feeling of falling made him wake up instantly, but he saw those incomplete spirits pulling out the broad sword from the demon wolf's eyebrows and throwing it far away towards the airship that was constantly adjusting its position and angle in the sky.

Boom!

With a loud bang, this broadsword made of extraordinary material penetrated a balloon of the airship. The hunters on it had to stop helping their demigods again and exit the demigods' battlefield again.

"You must report when you go back!!"

The chief of staff who was pulled down the rope ladder and cursed in anger: "Is this kind of prop a useless and embarrassing in the middle and high-sequence war? It's better to use it to bully ordinary people!"

"We were planning to bomb the town too!!"

The blades rotated wildly to maintain balance. Amid the huge wind, another hunter, who was also angry and angry, replied in a louder voice:

"Your Excellency asked us to help! And who made this pagan refuse to surrender!!"

The hunters driving the airship cursed and made a third emergency landing in the open space outside the city. Without the leader of the demigod, they rely on the remote support of the spiritual link until now. If the wolf really got crazy and lost control, even the demigod general would escape temporarily, let alone them.

"Pagan saints, why do you still fight?"

After losing his weapon, Arnold was inevitably nervous for a moment. He closed his eyes and did not dare to look directly at the other party's mythical creature form. He rolled around the ground in a mess with his hearing and intuition about danger, avoiding the attack of the demon wolf, and seizing the opportunity and asking loudly:

"Now, you can still save yourself from the mythical creature form!"

"Think about your people! If you die, I am also seriously injured, and the army that has lost its restraint will not leave any living!"

Instead of the roar and roar he had expected, the sound in his ears disappeared completely, and even the words he had just shouted lost their echo. Is it a dream or reality? Arnold stood up hesitantly. Quiet lasted for about a few seconds. He suddenly felt that his waist seemed to have been hit by a red soldering iron. He rarely suffered such severe injuries since he became the "guardian". A blood-stained wolf claw passed by his waist, took away a large piece of flesh and blood, and squeezed the fragments of the armor into his flesh.

The severe pain did not bring more soberness, but instead everything he was thinking about began to disappear just after the beginning of his head. This was not because he had become unstoppable after several high-sequence battles, but because his thoughts were slowing down, his heart was weakening, and everything about him was gradually moving towards absolute tranquility.

The heart beat hard, fighting the instinct of longing for peace. He took a hard bite on the tip of his tongue, and during the limited time of awakening, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

He saw himself on the edge of the bottomless abyss, with half his foot hanging in the air.

Arnold closed his eyes immediately.

Humans are easily deceived by their senses. If the brain determines that there is an abyss under its feet, even if it sprains, it is very likely that they will be really killed by falling to death.

"This is your last strength, right?"

Calculate the time the other party used the mythical creature form. More than ten minutes passed. Even the airship had exhausted its fuel and had to land. It was almost time to reach the limit of rational exhaustion. He remained vigilant, and on his wrist hidden under his armor, a brass-colored key tied there shone brightly. After just a few breaths, Arnold mastered the way to create dreams and hallucinations, imitating the other party's extraordinary ability to use sound as a medium, and in turn influenced him back. His words had a strong hypnotic effect:

"Pagan Saint! You are a respectable warrior. I swear to God, now give up resistance, and I promise not to harm your people!"

Arnold closed his eyes and did not see it. The huge demon wolf with gray hair was silently wandering behind him, his bloody claws and fangs constantly switching angles, looking for opportunities to get down.

After hearing this, the demon wolf's old eyes shook. His dark blue eyes fell down, and the broken mirror on the ground reflected countless faces of wild beasts with human characteristics.

His eyes only shook for a moment, and his ferocious mouth slowly approached Arnold's head and neck - even though the other party avoided with the help of intuition at the last moment, the demon wolf's teeth still tore open his side neck. Blood splattered everywhere, and half of the warrior's body was stained with his own blood.

"I don't believe in you, the enemy."

The demon wolf raised his head and saw the station lit up in the distance. He heard the sound of whistles coming from afar, and replied in a low and singing voice:

"Kill you here, and my people do not need to pray for your false mercy to survive!"
To be continued...