"People of faith and the world of gods, please pray that this wish will reach heaven and be fulfilled."
The old man, or the corpse-crushing demon, was wrapped in a black robe and walked in silence. Goose-feather snowflakes continued to fall on his shoulders, and soon his body was covered with a thin layer of snow.
"I wish to turn into divine flames. I wish to turn into divine fire to burn away the filth of the world and bring purity and peace to the world."
Hidden under the mask, the old man's lips kept moving, muttering something in a low voice.
"Impurity is sin, unbelief is enmity, and those who are impure and unbelieving will be given a destination where they will never sleep peacefully."
As he muttered to himself, hot heat gradually rose up in the old man's body, and his body, bent due to fatigue, straightened up with the support of this heat.
He seemed to have returned to that night seventeen years ago, with the sleeping town in front of him, and the men (rebels) who had resisted for three days and three nights faced the suddenly retreating imperial army, and as expected, suddenly
The child relaxed, and even the sentries were dozing off. After being freed from the tense war, anyone will become exhausted in an instant - no one understands this better than the soldiers of the empire.
The soldiers hesitated, but a voice rang in their (the old man's) ears.
"Impurity is a sin! Unbelief is enmity! Those who are impure and unbelievers will be given a destination where they will never sleep peacefully!"
Opening his eyes again, the old man's seriousness was only filled with the murderous intention called hatred——
"Kill all the sinners with black hair and eyes without leaving any trace behind..."
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Su Zuo looked at the deep navy blue night sky.
It had been snowing for three days. Before setting off, he went to Langxue's hut and found that it had been cordoned off by the sheriff.
But since she didn't really catch her, there shouldn't be anything to worry about. Su Zuo knew that unlike him, Lang Xue could survive even if he was alone.
"Compared to her... I am a social creature after all..."
Ridiculing to himself, Su Zuo checked the alchemy array under his feet, constantly recalling it in his mind to ensure that all preparations were flawless.
"4 liters of ammonia, 20 kilograms of carbon, 1.5 kilograms of lime, 0.8 kilograms of phosphorus, 0.24 kilograms of salt, 0.1 kilograms of saltpeter, 7.5 grams of fluorine, 5 grams of iron, 3 grams of silicon..."
"Magic book, OK. Weapon, OK. Belt, OK. Carrying equipment, OK."
With the help of dancing light technique, Su Zuo checked everything one by one before placing it. By the time everything was ready, more than twenty minutes had passed.
Su Zuo straightened up: "The rest is..."
At this moment, a harsh whistle suddenly pierced the night sky.
Su Zuo couldn't help turning his head and looked in the direction of the sound of the police whistle. Seeing the faint flickering firelight in the wind and snow, a faint smile appeared on his face: "...has it started yet..."
That smile was both cold and ruthless: "I'm waiting for you here, Mr. Corpse Smasher."
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Allen, the zombie demon, couldn't help but look up in surprise. From both sides of the street, the sheriff and the sword-wielding monks from the church rushed out.
The Nanling woman in front of her pulled off her wig and turned into a man in the blink of an eye.
Galt threw the wig to the ground. His face turned red due to the huge sense of humiliation. He roared: "Middle! Next time you let me do something like this, I will kill you directly!"
And the ultimate goal of everything is to wait for the hunted beast to be scarred and exhausted, and then the last hunter will give it the final blow through bow and arrow and spear, and easily harvest its life.
So...who is that hunter? Knetin? Le Havre? Belchenos?
Allen's mind kept churning with many thoughts.
And, most importantly, where is the hunter?!
Turning the corner of the alley, Allen looked at the Sheriff in front of him and stopped suddenly.
"It turns out to be you... Cromwell."
The Chief Sheriff was not wearing the usual white Sheriff's uniform at this time, but an inconspicuous and worn-out swordsman's uniform.
Noticing the arrival of the Corpse Smasher, Cromwell raised his eyelids slightly and greeted him with a calm expression, as if he were seeing an old friend from the past——
"Long time no see, Edrico."
"So... is this your plan..." Corpse-disintegrator Alan Edrico stared closely at the man in front of him. Of course he recognized him, both after he became the Sheriff and after he became the Sheriff.
Chang Qian - Allen and Cromwell are about the same age, and they are both retired officers of the Empire. Although one is from Nanling and the other is from the Empire, it is not surprising that they know each other.
In contrast, the Corpse Smasher is famous for his bravery in the military, and Cromwell, who was born as a scout, is famous for his tactical strategies. After retiring from the army, neither of them thought that in this Wenning District, they would have another chance.
Opportunity to meet.
Facing Allen's accusation, Cromwell shrugged tiredly: "Yes, after all, when that kid Lamberts accused me, I immediately thought that the culprit could only be you. But as a suspect
My words would probably be hard to be accepted by others, so I had to escape first and then find another way to draw their attention to you."
After explaining Allen's doubts, Cromwell turned to ask the corpse-shredding demon: "In addition, I have something to ask you - did you steal the patrol route map I had on me? After all, I was there that day.
I spoke to you in the chapel, Alan."
"Don't call me by that name!" The Corpse Smasher roared, and then he didn't reply directly, but asked Cromwell, "Why could you guess that I would pass by here?"
"Ordinary investigative analysis." Cromwell simply replied, "I asked Verger, when Lamberts went to report to Kneiting for the first time, the other person present was you, right?
"
"Facing Weijier, who is a high-level magic swordsman, you turned around and ran away, but when faced with Lamberts, who was also a high-level magic swordsman, you rushed forward without hesitation. If it were you
,don’t you find it strange?”
"Of course, it's very possible that you want to pass on the traces of injury to Brother Lamberts, but I know you very well, Edrico, so I don't think things should be that simple - or in other words, you don't
Consider this scheming habit.”
"Then question: If it wasn't for this reason, why did you have to confront Lamberts and chop him?"
Cromwell looked up at the towering walls on both sides. This nearby area, before the "Great Collapse", used to be the place where the immortal nobles lived. Compared with other places in Wenning District, the area here was low.
Even though there are only some ruins left of the castle-like building, it is still very tall.
"The answer lies here - in the alleyway where Lamberts was injured by you. There is something that you have to rush past him to get... So what is this thing?" Lowering his head, Cromway
Er quietly looked at the corpse-shattering demon that he had forced into despair, "I made a bold guess, will it be a hidden hiding place, an escape route that no one knows, or...a slim chance of survival?"
The Corpse Smasher listened quietly to Cromwell's analysis. Yes, after choosing this cage-like slum as the last battlefield in his life, he had already planned several special routes in advance.
The route can help him escape the pursuit of the enemy under certain circumstances. Although Cromwell realized the importance of this intersection through the analysis of his past behavior, judging from his words, he only grasped this intersection.
The key point is that the specific function of this escape mechanism has not been clarified, that is to say -
Abruptly, the corpse-shattering demon suddenly said to the former chief of police: "You have delayed me for so long, why haven't your subordinates arrived yet?"
Seeing Cromwell suppress the faint smile on his face, Allen cracked his mouth: "Yes, I think you may have used anonymous letters to attract their attention.
But to put it bluntly, you cannot eliminate your own suspicion before they confirm my suspicion. In this way, your above analysis cannot be written in the anonymous letter in advance. So
Do you really have the confidence to defeat me just by yourself?"
Allen showed a cruel sneer. He didn't care whether the man in front of him was his former colleague, he just wanted to know that he was an "enemy".
"Ha..." Cromwell sighed. He missed that inconspicuous but sometimes very important silver prop. When wanted, not to mention police whistles, even homemade fireworks,
Or things like kerosene, he would have to take a lot of risks if he wanted to get them, so he didn't have any similar things now. In the current bad snowstorm weather, he didn't want to let go of his voice and howl loudly, so he gave it a try
If you are lucky, then the fastest way to get support from Wei Jier and others is probably to pray to the gods——
Just kidding, although he believed in gods, Cromwell did not believe in the "gods are omnipotent" theory promoted by the church to the common people.
There are no gods or subordinates, but Cromwell has himself. He puts his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. As the long sword is slowly unsheathed, the invisible energy contained in that tired body is constantly flowing.
The ground was rising upwards. With full confidence and fighting spirit, Cromwell swung his long sword flatly and issued a final declaration to the corpse-shattering demon more than ten steps away:
"Adrico... don't forget, it was me who became the chief swordsmanship instructor in the end, not you."