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Late at night on August 1st.

This period of time was a very difficult one for the Intis garrison in the southern continent.

Ever since the news came from the country far away in the Northern Continent last month that the great Eternal Blazing Sun had died and the well-known Evil God True Creator had become the new Sun God, everyone felt as if they were bereaved. The service life of the garrison was about ten years.

After being far away from their hometown and coming to this barbaric, bloody and dangerous land, faith has become the only spiritual support for the garrison, and they will become more pious than before.

Especially at this disturbing moment, when they sought the solace of faith, they were told that the most pious and kind-hearted elderly priest in the church locked himself in the confessional and followed the eternal sun in the middle of the night.

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This elderly deacon had a certain reputation in the colony. He used to treat the lower class people in the colony as equals, generously funded local education and charity, and treated everyone as an eternal martyr of faith.

His death intensified the panic among the Sun believers in the colony and the local garrison.

During this month, the garrison troops waited tremblingly for their home country and the new church to issue transfer orders to them, but Intis’ country seemed to have forgotten about this group of people, or was thinking about how to deal with it. They then returned to Japan day after day.

They gradually became numb after a day of waiting, but they were confident that their country would never abandon their precious colonies, so they relaxed and continued to return to their happy and happy life in the past.

Anyway, based on the ethics of professional soldiers, they cannot surrender.

The best possibility is to withdraw to the country and replace them with a group of people. Because the madmen in the colonies will not accept their surrender, and the titles they obtained through the colonies and their families who rely on the titles to live a happy life will also be affected by their surrender.

And fell into the abyss overnight.

In the past, because of the strong national power of Intis, the garrison could do whatever they wanted in the colony. They could take away the women they liked and take away the things they liked. They did not have to pay for food, even if it was just the most ordinary woman.

Even a junior sergeant can carry weapons in the market and be arrogant, not allowing anyone to look up at him, and beating people to death in the street is just a pretentious form of confinement and compensation. Mild people will often obey in order to save their lives.

, except for those crazy people.

But now Intis's attitude may have changed. If the Highland Resistance Army really takes the opportunity to attack, and he and others are unable to fight back, then they will have no choice but to die and pray to their relatives far away in their home country before they die.

were able to successfully receive their fallen soldiers’ pensions.

Positions changed, while the home country maintained an ambiguous silence.

"What are those cultists thinking?"

Wilson opened the door and walked in. When he saw the ham placed on the table of his colleagues, he looked away uncomfortably and his Adam's apple rolled: "You went to let the canteen open fire privately again. Our current supplies are limited, so we have to stay

Keep it, just in case!”

Flami laughed and pointed to the white bread and vegetable soup on the table: "You want to eat some too?"

They were talking in Intis. The highland mixed-race maid in the corner was kneeling with a low eyebrow and had no reaction to the masters' conversation - she didn't understand much Intis, and she hadn't even gone to school for a few days.

Apart from appearance, there is only a virtue called obedience and meekness.

In many Intis homes, servants are not allowed to speak the local language.

Wilson shook his head. He reached out and patted the table. His eyes swept over the white bread and vegetable soup, as well as the maid in the corner who placed herself there like an object.

Frowning:

"You keep the Highlanders to yourself."

"These brown-skinned bastards are very thoughtful! I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup their cult has fed them. They are becoming more and more courageous. Today they just caught a slave from the army who wanted to escape."

Wilson didn't like to get along with the Highlanders. When he was a junior officer, he had encountered Highlander guerrillas more than once. These madmen not only killed the enemy, but also killed their own people. Fortunately, all he encountered were

Some stragglers whose equipment is not as good as our own have not really encountered those strongholds.

Talk about cultists with terrifying power. It is said that some people can suck the lives and souls of living people. Some officers will be covered to death by their own quilts in their sleep. Some people just slip on the road and are killed by rocks that suddenly appear.

The block impaled his head, or he fell down and was hanged on the cliff by vines.

Recently, they have been a little restless and their actions have become more planned. I heard that a former cult leader has returned.

"The Slave Act has been abolished. You should call them free men and mercenaries. Although they don't get paid much, they are indeed free." Flammy smiled and took a sip to get full.

He didn't have the same worries as his companions about soupy bread, because he believed that most of the people in the colony were stupid, savage and silent inferior creatures, and it was undeniable that there were indeed a small number of smart people who could make the lives of the masters more comfortable.

He commented so casually, and the highland mixed-race woman in the corner still lowered her head motionlessly, like an exquisite ornament.

"The rebels have always made no distinction between ourselves and the enemy. Anyone who surrenders to us will be killed. Our mercenaries have nowhere to escape, so of course we can only fight them to the death."

Flammy commented nonchalantly. This is also a common perception. The highlanders in the colonies are usually docile and silent, but they are always crazy when they are forced into desperate situations. They are suitable for fighting, suitable as death squads or cannon fodder. They are suitable.

War consumables.

The master is accustomed to ignoring his humble slaves, and Wilson has always been wary of this kind of darker-skinned people. As if aware of the eyes of others, the mixed-race woman kneeling on the ground raised her head and faced her.

Catch Wilson's gaze.

She did not dare to neglect, and immediately stood up with her stiff and numb legs, and meekly lowered her head to Wilson:

"Are you looking at me? Sir, what can I do for you?"

The other party's attitude made Wilson's face look a little better. They were always fascinated by the humility of countless submissive people in this land. He dismissed the maid casually and asked her to pour him a cup of tea. Immediately afterwards

, Wilson's eyes swept across the place where the maid was standing just now, and suddenly frowned:

"Where's that antique you treasured?"

Flami's movement of eating bread stiffened for a moment, and he smiled without changing his expression: "I took it back to the warehouse."

"Don't you always like to show it off? Why did you suddenly put it away?" Wilson didn't believe it. He looked around his colleagues' residence and found an even bigger doubt, "Why is she the only maid? Don't you always

Are they all showing off the number of maids they have? The last time I was a guest, there were at least four maids standing in the living room!"

Flami laughed dryly: "My financial situation is not very good recently, so I sent them all back..."

"Are you preparing to escape?" Wilson said suddenly, "I remember that some pirate ships would dock at the private harbor from time to time!"

"What pirate ship?" a voice asked.

Flammy's expression suddenly became dull, and an overlapping figure appeared in his eyes, but Wilson, who was standing directly opposite him, did not notice the abnormality. He only heard his colleague say in a somewhat rigid voice:

"...In the Rose School's private port, there are always pirate ships and maritime smuggling ships paying to dock for supplies. They are willing to send officers from the garrison to the Rhoside Islands for three hundred felkin per person..."

After saying these words, Flami said in a very strange tone: "Barranca, who is managing the private port?"

"It's a resentful spirit."

A loud and eerie sound floated in from the window. The wind blew the gauze curtains, and the soft gauze curtains gently fell on Wilson's arms. Without making a sound, his neck was broken by the curtains and dragged.

Arrived at the window.

Flammy snapped his fingers.

Bang, like a magic suddenly happened, or like some kind of surreal photography work, the bodies of the two people in the room suddenly expanded, slipped from their clothes, and turned into square pieces of toast.

The quality is better than the white bread on the table.

Their spirit bodies were crushed and reduced to basic spirituality, and sprinkled on bread like butter, adding a special layer of spirituality to these foods, which both extraordinary people and ordinary people can feel.

to a unique taste.

Richard floated out and landed lightly on the ground.

Each of the toasts grew thin limbs. Under the command of the angel, they lined up and jumped from the window, landing in the big sack prepared nearby. Everything was full of a weird and terrifying fairy tale atmosphere.

"Three hundred felgins per person, this is not a small amount." Richard said, "It seems that the manager of the private port gets a lot of commission?"

You also want a share of this... Barranca was speechless: "Originally, Zatwin was in charge, but he is still in the Northern Continent, and the private port was handed over to a resentful spirit. After returning, I asked Maiham

Go and ask questions."

"I remembered, was it because Steve was chasing Sharon and he died that he sent Zatwin there? You guys are really sending them one by one. Find a time to bring Zatwin back, Renee

Especially dead but not stiff, I remember His good disciple, little Sharon

He was already a resentful spirit when he escaped, and maybe he needs a puppet to be promoted now." Richard rubbed his fingers, smoothed a rough and uneven spot on his nails, and then sat on the window sill to admire the garrison area.

night view, snapping his fingers.

Everyone in the military area suddenly opened their eyes at the same moment, with crazy and bloodthirsty lights flashing in the darkness.

Also shining with cold light were their guns and daggers. They were wearing pajamas and fighting together regardless of you and me. Those who reacted slower often didn't even have time to snort, and were punctured like a bag filled with water.

He was bleeding, and finally fell to the ground like a broken barrel, slowly shriveled up and became cold, and was trampled back and forth by others.

Some people are controlled by extremely crazy emotions, and it is difficult for them to think of shooting, so some people go crazy and lift huge rocks and smash other people's heads like watermelons, and the dirty blood falls on the equally dirty

On the land, someone bumped into a candlestick or a torch in the chaos, allowing the fire to spread crazily, igniting everything that could be burned.

"...Isn't it going to be turned into food?"

"..." Richard held his chin and hesitated for a moment, "Don't you think it's interesting to enjoy such a scene? It doesn't matter. I remember that the east side is their granary. Just don't let the fire spread there."

"I'm going to take a walk around the church later. Do you think the Church of the Creator is willing to recycle the church? Those murals are very valuable."

At this moment, there was a series of crisp sounds of items being smashed behind them. The tray in the mixed-race maid's hand was tilted, and the hot tea and the exquisite tea set were all smashed to pieces on the ground. The tea was dripping with water.

The heat made her shoes wet. She looked at the clothes of the owner and guests scattered on the ground, and looked at the fire and chaos outside the window. Her eyes were dull. She didn't yell, but she couldn't say a word.

Li looked at her, stretched out his hand and said hello.

"Good evening, ma'am."

The angel said: "You are free now."
To be continued...