Just like the scent of lavender, it's so strong that it's a bit annoying!
But no normal person would be seduced by a talking head, especially for this major, these are all nonsense.
"Give me the world? Listen! Listen! I've been given a chance to own the world!"
The major spoke loudly to Warrant Officer Schrödinger next to him with a smile. Among the few people present, only Schrödinger could set off the atmosphere well.
Warrant Officer Schrödinger smiled excitedly and clapped his hands.
"Okay, witch! For this head of yours, we have lost a lot in front of that weird priest! What we want is not the world you talk about!"
It’s not a charity from a loser!”
The major pulled out a pistol and shot at the head continuously. Each bullet penetrated the head directly. His roughness interrupted Schrödinger's applause.
He is very irritable now because the sacrifice should not have occurred at this time, which means that his plan has changed.
The sacrifice occurred only because of the talking head in front of me!
"I like war, but only like war!
Ms. Nivi, we have paid so much to bring out your head, but what we want is not the world!
So now, tell me what you can do! Otherwise you and your world will continue to sleep!"
The major swept the head to the ground, then poked Nivi in ​​the eye with his cane and said.
"I can give you power, or give me to you."
Nivi's head seemed to be uninjured, and she was completely unaware of the wounds in her eye sockets.
He still spoke in the same tone as before, and the other intact eye still exuded a temptation that ordinary people could not resist.
Her concentration that ignored the pain was enough to move anyone in the world.
"Major, maybe this world..."
The scientist standing behind the major interrupted with some hesitation, his expression always showing inexplicable fanaticism.
"magic?"
The major ignored the doctor behind him, and instead stepped heavily on Nivi's head with his foot, making a sound like a series of boots trampling on the flesh.
That kind of craziness filled this chubby body, and the constant heavy stepping made Nivi's face look ugly.
"Now, it's not that we pray for strength, but that you need us to help you recover your body! Nivi, the famous wizard in history, the Blood Queen! You are just a head now, a head that can't do anything!
What else do you want to do?"
The major took out the cane from Neve's eye socket, then took out a piece of silk from his pocket and carefully wiped off the blood on the cane.
His tone changed from crazy to calm.
Seeing that the major's action was about to end, Lieutenant Thorin Breeze on the side used his hand full of evil tattoos to lift the head from the ground and put it into a small square box on the side.
"Major, Lieutenant Tubal Cain Abraham died in the hands of the priest while robbing this box, and Captain Bell was also injured. What are we going to do now?"
Lieutenant Thorin Breeze's question received no response. The major picked up the blood-stained hamburger and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.
It wasn't until he swallowed all the food in his mouth that he said in a vague voice:
"Continue to look for the body of this witch. Before that, let the doctor install some safety devices on her. You must accompany her at all times to prevent the doctor from being bewitched by her."
The major snapped his fingers, and Warrant Officer Schrödinger behind him handed over a tissue.
"Then notify Luke Valentine that it's time to say hello to Helsing. According to Pioneer Technology, there are some interesting people there, such as the Captain America who held the shield back then."
"Okay, Major!"
Lieutenant Thorin took the box directly towards the direction of the laboratory, the sickle on his back symbolizing harvest.
At this moment, the doctor showed a crazy expression as if he had just woken up from a dream.
Thorin Blitz, as the only being in the final group with magic-like powers, is able to resist the Blood Queen's bewitchment very well.
"I'm bewitched? I'm actually bewitched! Supernatural power, is this magic!"
The doctor was marveling at the magic, and his trembling fingers showed his desire for research.
"Okay, doctor, go and do your research. Lieutenant Thorin will be responsible for your safety. We are about to have a grand enough carnival!"
The fat major sat back in his seat, holding his hands in front of his face, and a strange light flashed on his spectacles.
…
In a quiet parish, a conversation was taking place.
"Father Anderson, how are your injuries?"
An old man dressed as a bishop said to Father Anderson who was watching the children playing.
If Father Anderson hadn't been in that church before, I'm afraid even these children wouldn't have been able to survive.
He knew what the other party took away, but now he was not in a hurry.
"Bishop Karls, I can act at any time, don't talk about the mission here, they don't know anything."
Father Anderson held the cross on his chest with both hands, as if praying, and spoke in a holy tone.
His eyes were looking at those children, showing love in his eyes.
God loves the world, and Anderson only loves the Lamb of God.
"They" refers to those carefree children. Father Anderson saved the lives of these believers, but he also paid a price.
Under his clerical robes, there was a huge hole in his abdomen, with a small piece of his liver missing.
Those were the injuries he sustained when he fought with the werewolf. Although he killed that bastard vampire playing cards, the werewolf's power was beyond imagination.
Even though he won in the end, he failed to kill the monster.
"Blood Queen, those guys took the Blood Queen's head."
Bishop Karls said softly.
"That famous immortal witch? This world is too big. If I have a chance, I want to see if that guy is really immortal!"
A pair of wings of light flashed behind Father Anderson, and his peaceful expression turned a little ferocious.
A fanatical and devout believer, his faith is firm and there is no need to doubt it.
Father Anderson is the best sharp knife in the church!
Karls was not worried that Father Anderson could not defeat the enemy. Since Father Anderson received the favor of God, he has become even more powerful.
If Anderson was not a "betrayer" belonging to Section 13, then Father Anderson could already have the word "holy" in front of his name.
The holy flame transformed from fearless courage made Anderson the most powerful force in the church.
"We will gather our strength, and the light of the Lord will surely fill the world!"
The bishop said calmly.
"Amen!"
Father Anderson concluded the conversation.
Chapter completed!