Blood Lord of War

Chapter 215 Blood Puppet Bomb

In the bedroom in the early morning, Pastor Feynman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and his wife was arranging his clothes. After a night's rest at home, Feynman looked energetic. The beard had been shaved off his face, making him look several years younger.

"Dump Dump"

There were cheerful footsteps behind him, and his daughter trotted all the way behind him with her bare feet on the floor.

"Dad, here you go!"

His daughter gave him a brooch, which is the [Golden Feather Brooch] that only senior priests are qualified to wear.

Feynman happily picked up his daughter and said in a childish tone: "Can you put it on for daddy?"

"it is good!"

The daughter carefully and clumsily pinned the gold feather brooch to Feynman's right chest. Although it was crooked, Feynman's face was filled with a happy smile.

"Wait for dad at home. Dad has to go to work and will be back in the evening. Can you stay at home with mom?"

"Dad, come back quickly. Mom and I will be cooking at home for you to eat."

"Hahaha, okay, I will definitely come back soon."

Feynman put down his little princess, opened his arms again, and hugged his beloved wife forcefully: "Honey, I'm going out."

"Be careful on the road." His wife smiled sweetly and kissed him gently on the cheek.

When her husband was away at war, she prayed to the Holy Light every day, hoping that her husband would return safely. Well now, these days of fear are finally over. Feeling her husband's warm and strong arms, she felt that she was the happiest woman in the world at the moment.

After a while, Feynman walked out of the room. In the yard, the male servant with gray temples had prepared a carriage for him. Because it was inconvenient to ride a horse while wearing the white robes of the Holy Light Church, Feynman usually went to work by horse-drawn carriage.

After boarding the carriage, the manservant sat in the driver's seat and gently pulled the reins. The two brown horses stepped forward, and the carriage slowly drove out of the yard with a creaking sound.

The street outside the yard is very quiet, with only a few passers-by on the road, some on horseback and some on foot. These pedestrians all recognized Feynman's carriage and gave way to it one after another. Some even took off their hats and saluted Feynman's carriage.

After turning two intersections, the street in front suddenly became lively. This was the morning market street of Silver Frost City, and it was also Feynman's only way to go to work.

Even the chill of late autumn can't stop the vendors' enthusiasm for gold coins. The shouts on both sides of the street rise and fall like ocean waves. Feynman was sitting in the carriage reading a book. When he heard the excitement outside, he knew he had reached the morning market street.

After driving for a while, the carriage suddenly stopped slowly. Feynman looked up from his book, a puzzled expression on his face.

A small window suddenly opened in front of the carriage, and the face of the male servant was revealed: "Master, a woman blocked the road and said she wanted to see you."

Feynman put down his book and thought: He must have encountered some difficulty.

Although the Holy Light Church is not a charitable organization, if a believer seeks help from the church, the church will generally not sit idly by and provide some help depending on the situation. As for the extent of help, it depends on the freedom of the local dioceses.

However, believers who are in trouble usually go to the local church to seek help. This was the first time that Feynman had to stop a car directly on the street.

Feynman could have chosen to drive the woman away, but his sense of responsibility as a priest would not allow him to do so. So, he opened the carriage door and stepped out.

When he got off the bus, Feynman thought to himself: It's time to change to a carriage. After living in Silver Frost City for a long time, everyone basically knew this carriage.

But then I thought about it, I was leaving Silver Frost City soon, and it didn't matter whether I changed or not. At this time, many passers-by had gathered around to watch the excitement. When they saw Pastor Feynman stepping out of the carriage, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and even the enthusiastic vendors stopped selling.

Feynman looked in front of the carriage and saw a young woman kneeling on the cold street, her head bowed deeply, her hair spread down, blocking her face, like a wounded doe, her hands clasped tightly. He hugged his shoulders tightly and kept sobbing.

Feynman walked up to the woman and asked in a gentle tone: "Madam, how can I help you?"

"Priest, please help me, I can't survive anymore." The woman cried.

"Madam, please get up first. Please believe that the Holy Light will not leave the lost souls alone."

Feynman took another step forward, stretched out his hands to help the woman up, but as soon as he stretched out his hands halfway, the woman suddenly raised her hands, like a mantis hunting, and grabbed Feynman's wrist.

Such a reaction speed is simply not something ordinary women can achieve!

The woman finally raised her head. Her facial features were very delicate and beautiful, but her red eyes were filled with surging murderous intent at the moment.

Feynman was shocked, and he immediately reacted: Oh no! This is a trap!

The corners of the blood puppet's mouth showed a sly smile, and her chest suddenly emitted a dazzling red light. The violent energy quickly gathered in the red light, like a beast breaking free from its shackles, and the blood puppet's body violently exploded outwards with a shocking energy. With the trembling aura of terror, her whole body seemed to have turned into a volcano about to erupt!

Does this vampire want to self-destruct? She wants to die with me! There are so many civilians around!

Feynman noticed the intention of the blood puppet, but he did not panic. Years of serving the Holy Light helped him develop a strong mind. At this moment, he still remained calm, and the power of the Holy Light was running at full speed in his body. .

At this moment of extreme crisis, Feynman was not only thinking about how to protect himself, but also how to save more innocent people.

[The Holy Light is coming! 】

A huge golden light pillar suddenly fell from the sky and covered the morning market street.

At the same time as the golden beam of light fell, the blood puppet also finished gathering energy. The red light released from her chest completely enveloped herself and Feynman. Her slender body could no longer lock in this terrifying energy. This human-shaped volcano Finally it broke out.

boom! ! !

Accompanied by an earth-shaking loud noise, the earth shook violently, and a huge red fireball steamed up, swallowing half of the morning market street in the blink of an eye. The passers-by swallowed by the fireball vaporized instantly, and they died without any pain. .

The shock wave rushed around like a sea wave. The surrounding houses were like building blocks randomly built by children. They were washed away by the shock wave. Countless passers-by were thrown into the air. Before they landed, their internal organs were already destroyed. The shock wave shattered.

One block away from Morning Market Street, on the roof of a three-story building, Bill stared expressionlessly in the direction of Morning Market Street. The heat wave caused by the explosion passed through a block, and Bill's face was still burning.

"It's so stupid that you still want to protect those useless civilians. It seems that I don't need to take action."

Although using the blood puppet as a one-time bomb is a bit luxurious, the effect always satisfies Bill. The blood puppet has a quarter of Bill's power. If the blood puppet is allowed to fight normally, this part of the power can only be released bit by bit through fighting. But if the blood puppet is used as a bomb, a quarter of Bill's power will be used in the battle. It detonates instantly at one point, and the power produced is quite astonishing.

Moreover, this is Silver Frost City, and it won’t take long for reinforcements from the guards and the church’s holy warriors, so once he gets into a fight with Feynman, or Feynman chooses to escape, it means that Bill’s mission has failed. Bill needs a foolproof way to defeat the enemy in one move, and the blood puppet bomb is the best choice considering all things considered.

Although such an assassination would make too much noise, Bill was not worried about making too much noise. The bigger the noise, the better!

Bill's original plan was to have the blood puppet self-destruct to weaken Pastor Feynman, and then she would appear again to take the kill. But she didn't expect that Feynman would want to protect those civilians, which weakened Feynman's power to protect himself.

"Mission goal one, completed, next is goal two, Baron Robin."

Bill muttered to himself and jumped down from the tall building.

(End of this chapter)