Chapter 2625: The Dirty She and the Bloody Angel (2)
How did he get here? What could have killed such a terrible man?
Thinking about this in her heart, when she came back to her senses, Elizabet found herself approaching him unknowingly.
When the girl walked only a few meters away from him, she saw the huge cracks on the side of the giant's armor. The fierce blow tore the armor apart and turned the edges of the cuts into jagged shapes, as if they were scorched.
Same.
This seemed to be a fatal injury, because there was blood under the gap. She saw the blood gathered together and turned into red water droplets, dripping from the wound and falling to the ground.
When she looked at the armor carefully, she realized that it was different from the armor of the army that had passed through the town. It was very thick, with strange copper pipes connecting the huge armor plates covering the chest and abdomen, and his huge shoulder armor was decorated with
Holding two white crossed swords, she discovered that there was a gleaming double-winged skull emblem on the chest of the giant's armor, which made her eyes widen——
She had only gone to church a few times, and she had seen statues symbolizing angels. Although they were very different from the ones in front of her, they did have such a symbol on their chests.
In other words, this is indeed a fallen angel!
At this moment, suddenly, the giant gasped, then coughed, and his hand holding the sword twitched.
The girl's heart almost jumped out of her chest. In the confusion, she tripped over her own legs, fell backwards, and fell into the dirt. Then she struggled backwards crazily, using her hands and feet, and pushed herself under the shade of a tree.
, and then hold your breath.
But he didn't really wake up.
She stared at him for a long time and finally came to this conclusion.
Now that she knew he was still alive, it made her feel a little different.
After carefully getting closer, the girl could see more clearly that he was actually still breathing. His skin was very pale, and his breathing seemed not smooth. It may be that this posture caused the armor to compress his trachea.
After thinking for a moment, Elisabeth slowly crawled towards the fallen angel. She felt very scared, but she seemed to be even more fascinated by it.
He was clearly in pain, and she remembered a time when she was seriously ill as a child, and her mother had been by her side, nursing her until she recovered, one of her most precious memories.
So, how sad it must be to endure such pain alone.
Elizabet approached little by little, getting down on all fours, just like a kitten cautiously approaching the sleeping giant angel.
The closer she got, the more clearly she could see the details of the other person's body. There were obvious wounds not only on the side, but also on the neck, arms, and thighs. Some were scratches and some were puncture wounds.
How could someone be so seriously injured and not die?
Maybe this means it's not human...
Finally, she stopped and came close enough. She stretched out her trembling hand, hesitated for a moment, and poked the other person's face with her slender fingers. This move suddenly made her feel an inexplicable sin.
feel.
The touch of his fingertips was cold and rough, and suddenly the other person's head moved.
She was so frightened that she quickly prepared to run away, but after stopping for a moment, she found that the other party was still motionless.
Elisabeth stood up, walked to the opponent's side, and touched the opponent's shoulder armor more slowly and carefully. What did the symbol of the two swords mean?
Then she noticed the half-burned scroll strips, and suddenly withdrew her hand, her shoulders shaking like a frightened little animal - she had accidentally touched something stained with the scroll strips in the church in the past, and was killed.
The angry priest beat her severely with a leather strip for more than an hour, until she was covered with bruises and almost died, but no one came to help her.
The priest's angry face and roar still echoed in her memory——
The filthy bitch is not worthy of desecrating anything belonging to the God-Emperor!
"Then what should we do now..."
Elizabet's forehead wrinkled as she considered what to do.
The things here are beyond the scope of what she can "handle". Should she go back and call someone? She is not sure that there are wild beasts in the forest. She is taking a big risk by coming. If she leaves, the wild beasts will be attracted by the smell of blood.
What to do?
And she raised her head and looked at the sky, the clouds were gathering, and it might rain in less than twenty minutes...
I wonder if there will be other people looking for "good things". Alisabet knows that there are many hunters and scavengers around the town, and of course there are gangsters. If they discover this, I am afraid they will not have any piety.
Heart...
And more importantly, her free time was about to end and she had to rush back before anyone noticed her. She didn't want to be whipped again.
Despite this, she was still reluctant to leave...
Elisabeth looked at the angel's blood-stained face, which was more handsome and majestic than any man she had ever seen, and wondered if he would call her name if he woke up, if he would...
Redeem her?
Suddenly, a place popped into her mind, and she immediately turned around and ran in the other direction.
There is someone nearby who can help her!
"Ball Suet, this...will cause trouble..."
"One-eyed man, you have repeated this sentence more than thirty times, can you say something new?"
"Well...I'm worried about you..."
"Don't worry, we are doing a just thing, and we have to thank you for taking the risk to secretly drive your landowner's hook truck into the forest. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to lift such a big thing. If it gets caught in the rain later,
Maybe there will be any problems."
Pushing open the dilapidated door, two figures walked into the almost completely abandoned house in the pouring rain, and the blood-stained giant lay among the weeds.
This was originally Alisa Bate's home, or... former home, a beautiful place overlooking the river valley, but since her father was defrauded of all the land by a relative who was said to be a big shot and went to theory.
After being beaten to death, this place no longer belonged to her, but its new owner didn't treat it well either, and it eventually became a warehouse filled with debris. However, Alisabet's good friend happened to be the manager here.
By.
In addition to the umbrella in her hand, Alisabet reappeared with a basket filled with useful things she could think of: a lantern, a large needle and thick linen, a pot
Water, a bottle of wine, a pile of freshly washed napkins, and a few chunks of bread and cheese left over from dinner.
She wanted to find medicine, but couldn't find it.
Next to her followed a figure shorter than her, wearing a dirty gray cloak, holding a stick in his hand, walking with a limp, and his voice was like a broken bellows.
When she came to the angel, she put down the basket, took out the lantern and lit it.
"First we must find the wounds on our bodies..."
She said it was so, but it was actually much more difficult than she expected. The armor was very strong and had no parts that could be disassembled. Fortunately, it was big enough. Soon her clever brain found a way to directly stretch out her little hand.
Getting into the metal armor, trying to find a way in, was like eating shellfish from the shore—which, of course, she hadn't eaten at all, just another story she'd heard.
The process was painful. For example, when she was cleaning a belt near the wound, she pricked her finger on a sharp metal fragment, but in the end she found the most serious wound with her flexible hands.