When Roland appeared, Bell expressed his feelings expressionlessly.
She knew very well how powerful the explosion of 60 kilograms of gunpowder was. Although it was not enough to completely turn that person into a scum, there was still no problem in letting him scatter all over the floor. He was still alive and kicking when he withstood that kind of explosion at close range. Now she
What is the thing in front of me if it's not a monster?
"This is the only thing I don't want you to say..."
Roland smiled softly.
"Sister Bell, can you please let us take Prince Charles away? I am a pacifist. For me, my greatest wish is to have things end peacefully."
"Brother Roland, is your belief in peace? No matter what kind of peace it is?"
The tone was still cold and it sounded almost sarcastic.
"Peace is indeed a very good word, but it also contains plural definitions. The peace obtained by defeating the enemy is as delicious as fine wine, but the peace given by the enemy after defeat is more bitter than medicinal soup. It is also peace, but it has a completely different meaning
It has the opposite meaning, I believe brother. Roland also has a deep understanding of this?"
Roland nodded silently, already understanding in his heart what Bell wanted to express, and feeling anxious from this.
"In that case——"
The voice became colder, and the six long blades that formed the holy cross became more and more aggressive.
"The peace reached by heretics and heretics is exactly what we, the pure believers, absolutely cannot accept."
"How dare you say that."
Spider sneered.
"The church has reached many truce agreements with the principality in the past, and no one has ever wanted to live or die. In the final analysis, it is still worried that the church of Albion will grow bigger and threaten its own interests. Faith and other things are just cheap.
Excuse."
This world is not without fanatic believers who fight for their beliefs. Madmen who sacrifice everything for the gods they believe in and for "correct ideas" exist in any era and anywhere. But in Spider's view, beliefs and ideas are just catalysts that promote war.
With excuses, only interests are the root cause of war.
Maybe Bell believed in what she just said, but in fact, no one except herself would take such words seriously.
"If a true believer is dissatisfied, he must fight? Fight for the gods? There should be a limit to stupid things. A god who demands his son as a sacrifice, deliberately causes brothers to fight, and instigates massacres, will allow peace? What's wrong with you?
Is it full of poop?”
While preaching, the spider silk weaved several layers of barriers to block the 6 key blades thrown with all its strength.
Jumping back and forth between the ceiling and the beams. While avoiding spider threads, Bell pulled out the keyblade from his robe.
The speech just now was enough to convict this woman, not to mention that from the moment they met, Bell and Spider both realized that they and each other couldn't get along. In other words, they didn't like each other.
Most of the time, like repels each other.
With this realization, the spider gathered all its energy, and each thread became an extension of its arms and legs, spreading and dancing in the air, weaving a deadly web, and attacking Bell who was rushing towards him.
The keyblade of the Heretic Inquisitor is a magical weapon formed by condensing mana. In order to meet the requirements of wielding, fighting, throwing attacks and being easy to carry, the hilt is made very small. As a result, it is very powerful but very difficult to use.
Only masters with both talent and perseverance can use it skillfully, and among these masters, there are very few who can maximize its power. Such rare masters are constantly avoiding various traps and approaching the spider at this moment.
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Suddenly, Bell suddenly turned around, and the three key blades flew like boomerangs, but their trajectory was directed at Prince Charles lying on the ground and Roland who rushed towards him.
With a click of the tongue, the spider's fingers swung at a dizzying speed, hundreds of spider silks were twisted into one stream, and shot out like a bow and arrow.
It was an action completed in a blink of an eye, but it was already a step too slow.
Just before his expression was distorted by fear and surprise, sparks and gunshots burst into the air, and the keyblade, whose tip was sniped, deviated greatly from its original trajectory and plunged deeply into the straw stack.
A plume of smoke came out of the muzzle of the automatic pistol. Roland hugged Charles firmly and ran towards the door. The three keyblades stabbing his back were entangled in silk threads and stopped in mid-air.
"Sorry."
The moment he rushed out of the door, the young man's face turned sideways, with sad amethyst eyes, as if he wanted to see through Bell's heart. Like a girl caught off guard, the heretic inquisitor's movements froze for a moment.
The next moment, Bell, who had always been calm, roared.
"You love evil more than good, and you love lying rather than speaking righteousness!"
“O deceitful tongue, you love to speak words of destruction!” (Psalm 52:3546)
The words of indignation expressed through the words of the gods were left behind, and Roland released a tiny wind blade to cut off the ropes on Ciel's body.
"Big Brother in Women's Clothes!"
As soon as Charles opened his mouth after regaining his freedom, Roland almost fell to the ground.
Just as he almost threw himself into the street, the door panel of the warehouse shattered with a loud noise, and four looks kicked through the door panel and rushed in.
(Are there any reinforcements?)
Roland immediately thought of Bell's words just now. It turned out that they were not an extension of the Word of God to rebuke him, but a code to summon the Purifier.
Before their feet hit the ground, the purgers had already identified the attack target and entered the attack state. The moment the wood fragments hit the ground, the matter would be over.
Four pairs of eyes locked on Roland in mid-air, who was about to take an attack stance.
——Confirm the designated heresy e17 and start purging it.
The four killing machines made no sound or exchanged glances. Their highly synchronized thoughts came to conclusions at the same time.
4 war wheels burst out.
A perfect simultaneous attack, the ring-shaped blades built a cage that sealed Roland's front, rear, left and right. The four Purifiers waved the remaining war wheels and jumped forward. No matter which direction Roland moved, there were war wheels waiting for him. Even if he could use that weapon
Even if the archer shoots down one or two war wheels, he will still have flaws because he is in a hurry, and there is no time to chant the spell now.
Hiss——
Pieces of cloth are flying in the air.
The hand-crafted coat bounced the war wheel away, and Roland continued to use the knack of wielding a whip to hit the purgers on the abdomen. Unexpectedly, the humanoid Shura were all knocked away and hit the wall.
As soon as they landed, the Purifiers immediately jumped up, grabbed the war wheel that flew back like a boomerang, and surrounded Roland.
It is common sense in combat not to give magicians a chance to chant spells. On the other hand -
"Big brother, blood...!!"
The frightened figure of a child could be heard next to him, and bursts of severe pain were felt again from the wounds on his waist and abdomen that had been treated urgently. It was like a hot iron tearing apart flesh and blood or roasting bones, a severe pain that could make someone faint.
The blood has penetrated into the bandage and smeared on the surface of the underwear.
The moment the bomb detonated, because the induction frame was synchronized with the mind, the barrier was naturally activated when the murderous intention coming from the distance was detected. However, the hastily completed spell was not enough to completely offset the power of the explosion. A piece of wood fragments stabbed
Entering the flank. After using the chaos caused by the explosion to escape from the scene, immediate treatment was carried out.
It should be said that I was very lucky that the fragments did not affect the internal organs. It was taken out very smoothly. The wound was sealed with a "barrier" and bandaged, and I could barely move. But it was impossible to rely on this injured body to hold back the purifiers.
Something may happen.
"eliminate."
Four voices overlapped, and octopus-like hands and feet surrounded him in synchrony and coordination.
Suppressing the pain, Roland pulled out the hilt of his sword and waved the beam sword to split the war wheels. He picked up Xia Erten from time to time to dodge. However, due to the continuous blood loss, he was unable to completely dodge. The two war wheels grazed his cheek and shoulder respectively. Chi
After a second or two, blood beads slowly appeared along the incision.
The situation is really unfavorable.
If fighting alone, Roland can still handle it even if he is injured, but the synchronized cooperation of these four people makes up for the lack of single combat power, and the precise movements make Roland panic, as if he is not fighting four people, but
Challenging an octopus with a sword.
"...I have heard that besides the heresy inquisitors, the church has another assassination team. But not only the movements are the same, but the faces are also the same. It's really uncomfortable to watch."
Whether due to blood loss or emotion, Roland's voice seemed slightly weak.
In addition to the abdominal wound, there were small stab wounds all over his body, but despite the continuous blood loss, his expression did not weaken.
He has roughly mastered the secrets of the foursome.
As long as the movement pattern is consistent, it is easy to defend once you get used to it. In order to overcome this weakness, the appearance, height, dress, weapons, skills, etc. are all unified, and the enemy is confused during continuous attacks, so that the opponent cannot tell how much he is related to you.
The illusion of fighting the enemy eventually collapsed due to exhaustion of dealing with it.
It's a bit cumbersome, but it's an effective tactic.
Waving their war wheels, the church's killing machines chanted loudly, and the encirclement was formed again.
"The earth is defiled by its inhabitants."
“For they have broken the law, and have broken the statutes, and have broken the everlasting covenant.” (Isaiah 24:5)
The solemn voices of the purifiers were echoing, solemnly reading the oracle, and the words changed, and the expressionless faces uttered a happy tone.
"We will never break our oaths or breach of contract. We are united by faith. Faith is the only perfect bond."
In their minds, the concept of "companion" does not exist.
They are each other's clones, each other's hands and feet, so they can act with the same strength, skills, and thinking without any special communication or discussion, just like ordinary people don't need to specifically observe the movements of their own hands and feet.
That's exactly it - the perfect bond.
Charles, who was hugging Roland tightly, couldn't help but feel this way, followed by envy, which he couldn't help but feel.
A never-ending connection.
There is no betrayal, no loneliness, no despair, no doubt... Believe in the other person just as you believe in yourself. I am afraid there is no more perfect form of bond in the world than this.
In a daze, Ciel breathed out breathlessly and stared at the purifiers intently.
"...How can that kind of thing be considered a bond?"
Every movement brought tearing pain, and the bright red stain on his waist and abdomen reached all the way to his trouser legs. Logically speaking, he should have to save energy even when speaking. However, Roland retorted loudly.
"Indeed, your cooperation is very powerful. Until now, I can't find any space to counterattack... but can it be regarded as a bond?"
Charles' whole body trembled. Roland did not speak to him. But looking at the bloody side face, Roland's refutation shocked his soul.
"Don't be ridiculous! You are just afraid of being hurt and betrayed by others, so you simply stop thinking and deny everything with your beliefs!"
As if roaring at the church's arrogant behavior, Bell's toughness, and the gloom brought about by all unreasonableness, the boy roared like a beast.
The faces of the Purifiers were still lifeless, but for a moment, Ciel felt that their movements were stiff.
Roland kicked off the ground violently and pounced on the Purifier closest to him. Afraid of the power of the beam sword, the Purifier moved backwards at full speed, but it was already too late.
With a sound of brushing, the war wheel was split into two. He threw away the red metal piece in a panic. Just as he was about to take out the new war wheel from his arms, he received a heavy kick in the abdomen. The Purifier flew backwards. Ping Ping Ping Ping.
He hit the wall with a loud sound and stopped moving after letting out a wailing sound. The remaining three people stared at the young man's defenseless back, and the chariot in their hands was about to be thrown at Roland.
Definitely a win.
They were so convinced that an incredible word came into their ears at this moment.
"Feel sorry."
Saying this word with his back turned, Roland suddenly threw himself to the ground with Ciel in his arms.
What--
The three pairs of battle wheels were all emptied. There was no time to react to this unexpected situation, and the sound of a girl chanting a mantra fell from the sky.
"Resound throughout the sky, gather the light of destruction, show your power here, come here! Thunder hammer!"
Pillar-shaped thunder fell from the sky, and in the next moment, the lightning illuminated the purifiers who were doing a strange dance.
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"Can't that reptilian woman restrain herself?"
After opening the thermos cup and taking a sip of hot cocoa, Nona sighed in the direction of the thunder.
Human eyesight can only see faint black spots in the sky, and most of them will judge them as birds. However, Nona clearly saw Valrhona flying with special mds, with Glory hanging below.
Asia's Xiong Ba has been painted orange like a training machine to hide it from others.
That lightning strike announced that the battle had ended successfully, not too early and not too late, and she just happened to have finished cleaning up.
Not far from Nona, there were three iron blocks compressed into a ball. A large amount of blood dripped from the gaps in the steel. A twisted human hand protruded from the largest iron block.
The three killers have all been killed, and the murder weapon was their armor.
What they are wearing is old-style magic armor, which is also the prototype basis of mds. Fixing spell circuits or magic circles in the armor, so that the armor has some kind of magic effect. This is the basic concept of magic armor. The Ferguson brothers wear it.
It is a magical armor with "floating" and "strengthened limbs", and the armor on Santiana is closer to a mixture of MA and MDS.
"Once you see through it, it's just a boring trick. You don't wear the armor on your body, but you control it from the inside, just like we drive a chariot. We use various magic techniques to coordinate the movements of the armor, so that we can
You can make actions that humans cannot do, and you can also disturb the opponent's feelings and take them off guard. Hmm... It is indeed a very creative idea, but after all, it is still within the scope of magic?"
Taking a sip of cocoa, Nona whispered to the twisted human hand. From the tiny arms, it could be judged that the owner of the armor was about the same size as a child. With such a height, he hid in the chest and abdomen, and used magic to make the armor move, and even make it move.
It's not difficult to launch your fist like a rocket.
San Tiiana, who can control the art and armor with the armor, and the Ferguson brothers, but died miserably, and there was no chance to return.
"Let the Malan arrange into a circuit, this is the operation, and different circuits create different effects. In other words, as long as you start with the circuit node, you can change the type of surgical."
"Crash" is the technique developed according to this idea, but Nona does not use it.
"Reverse" -
This is Nona's independent surgery.
Involved in surgery circuit nodes, but it is not destroyed, but tampering with Mana's flowing method, anti -baying surgeon.
Intrusting the force field shrouded in the outside of the armor to the inside of the force that controls the operation of the armor, squeezes the muscles and bones, and rotten the internal organs. In the end
Then, then
"Although it is a bit too hot, you are just dead. Besides, who will let you bully Roland? So you must die."
Finally glanced at the avant -garde art -like iron block, Nona sighed, launching Hummer, carrying the asleep Vania, quietly away from the scene.