Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 397: The Death Knight speaks better

If I must say, there is actually one more spy planted in the Jungle Church.

Because he was a supreme god, Ji Ming felt that his legs and feet were relatively flexible. At least he didn't need to learn from a certain Lord Xu who had to be supported by two servants to walk all day long.

Therefore, the little maid who is ruthless, cruel, and has some means can be arranged to a place that is more suitable for her.

For example, following Thyme, a flower-level messenger who is eligible for internal recommendation, he started from scratch in the Jungle Church and became a small messenger bent by the weight of internal relationships.

As the supervisor of the entire jungle spy network, even if Thyme already has a subordinate named Bai La, who would complain about having too many capable subordinates?
So he agreed to the little maid's joining, and the Jungle Church quietly had a grass-level messenger code-named Xanthium.

But these are all later stories. As the temporary commander, Thyme now has more important things to deal with.

——To put an end to this farce in which only the Jungle Church was injured.

The first batch of believers sent out were just cannon fodder to test the waters. When the decision was made to let them drink the "nectar", they were already considered dead, so no matter how much they lost, it didn't matter.

The second batch of elite believers sent out were actually just more advanced cannon fodder. Their main purpose was to provide cover and facilitate the actions of more advanced believers and messengers, so some losses were completely expected.

But the venomous snake, who was expected to play tricks on the enemy generals and then turn the tide to successfully kill the princess, was inexplicably killed by the archbishop in one move...

It's really a bit too horrifying!

As a result, the wood-level messengers on the cliff were neither anxious nor angry when they saw this. Instead, they looked at each other in fear. They were so frightened that even those who were most filial to the poisonous snake did not dare to say a word.

Taking this opportunity, Thyme glanced around and quietly stepped forward from her position as a bystander.
"Wait, we haven't failed yet. Now is not the time to regret. We still have a chance to turn the tables!"

Eh? ? ?
"Yes!"

"Master Thyme is right!"

"support!"

The leaderless woods then remembered that there was a flower present, and they all responded in unison, protecting him in the middle as if they had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Ah……

Thyme sneered inwardly, and couldn't help but think of the envoy's words "insect".

No wonder I always feel that even if I become a beauty, I am still depressed everywhere. How can I accomplish anything great if I hang out with such a group of guys with ulterior motives?
Therefore, as the biggest traitor in the church today, he had lost the last bit of his kindness. Although the smile on his face was still warm, the knife had been sharpened between his lips and tongue.

"Everyone, although I seem to have had many conflicts with Miss Viper in recent days, in fact, we are just doing our own duties and tasks. I personally still admire Miss Viper very much."

It's not just a simple formality. After all, these wooden men in front of him used to work under the venomous snake. Easing the relationship with the dead can be regarded as giving them a way out.

Therefore, they, who were equally smart, immediately transferred their filial piety towards the poisonous snake to Thyme and made promises one after another.

"Yes, we all understand! Sir, the overall situation is more important! We must follow your lead, please give us your orders!"

Thyme nodded, quite moved by what she heard, and took out the sharpened knife.

"In this case, Lord Viper's sacrifice cannot be in vain, and the lives of our brothers cannot be thrown away in vain. Everyone, please follow me, and we will fight hard!"

"Order!"

Under the pretext of "avenging the venomous snake", Thyme pretentiously led the equally pretentious Wood-level messengers to launch a general attack.

The pressure brought by the full force being mobilized was devastating. Even the Knights of the Church could only barely resist their attacks, not to mention the Knights of Floating Light who were already sweating profusely.

Therefore, they almost killed the princess this time. Under the cover of several wood levels, Thyme's magic was performed like a ghost, and the poisonous thorn was stabbed into the princess' chest.

But there is no way. I tried my best. It really doesn't work. It's just a little bit, just a little bit short!

At the last moment, he was stopped by a brave Floating Light Knight whose face was covered and whose identity was unknown, but who smelled of dog.

And opportunities are fleeting.

"How dare you, Shuzi!"

In desperation, the archbishop threw out a grammar that was either five hundred or ten thousand years old. He wielded his gun to tear apart a few fleas around him and rushed towards the daring beast.

Grandma is one of us! We are one of us!
Thyme was not a fighter to begin with, and was almost scared to death when she saw this, but she could only keep a calm face and then perform...

boom!
Oh my god, is this gun of yours a golden hoop stick? It can even grow a little longer at a critical moment.

As Ji Ming watched with eager eyes, Thyme, struck hard by the blow, turned into a rolling gourd.

"Ugh..."

However, those who can survive are always afraid of death, so although it was a surprise attack, he still relied on various backup plans and luckily escaped this fatal shot.

But he had no time to rejoice, as he quickly pieced together the spell model and fled, because the archbishop, seeing that his first shot failed, was ready to fire again!

Fortunately, at this moment, several wood-level messengers saw the new boss in trouble and rushed over to rescue him, which gave him some time to catch his breath.

But missing the opportunity would be punished. After that, no matter how hard Thyme tried, she never got another chance to kill the princess. Instead, our cadres were killed frequently.

"How can this be possible? How can this be possible?"

Thyme lost all his composure in anger. He was extremely loyal to the Lord God, but even though he ran out of ammunition and food, he still tried to launch an attack, but...

"My lord, the archbishop's magic power is inexhaustible! She is simply a monster! She is not a human!"

He watched as another colleague who didn't have time to escape was strangled and cooked by the lance and holy light, and processed into tender and tasty meat floss on the spot.

At the critical moment, several frightened Wood-level messengers finally collapsed, rolling and crawling, and forcibly dragged him back.

"Sir, calm down! Our losses are too great!"

"Yes, sir, these are important components of our intelligence network. We can't let them all fail here!"

"We have tried our best, sir. The losses are too great. I am afraid that our mission cannot be accomplished. If it doesn't work, we should just retreat!"

There is no way, who can not care about his own life?
"Ah! (short)"

So Thyme, who was unwilling to give up, was filled with grief and indignation, but she could only grit her teeth and give the order to retreat.

Of course, although his face looked ferocious, he was actually very happy in his heart.

Hey! You were the ones who took the initiative to ask for retreat. If your superiors want to put the blame on you, I will put it directly on your heads. No one can escape!
...As for why the wording here is "also" instead of simply "there are".

Of course, no matter when and where, the more suitable scapegoat than an absent partner is a dead partner.

Therefore, after the second assassination attempt failed, Thyme, who fled the scene with his remaining troops, did his best to shift the blame in the report he sent to his superiors.

The plan was made by Viper, and she ignored my advice. The action was done by Viper, and she didn't listen to my remonstrance. Anyway, just don't point the keyboard at me, I'm neutral.

In this way, Viper became the biggest unlucky guy in the Jungle Church, using his frail body to help Thyme bear enough damage to kill him ten times.

"So if I really took it, how would it feel, would it be fun?"

"Chloe, go ahead and get her out of here!"

Even so, a little damage was still spilled, because the church temporarily sent an old flower code-named withered vine to conduct a thorough investigation, and the Venomous Snake's cleaning was not very thorough, so he discovered many new suspicious points.

Thyme had no choice but to drag a few more dead wood as cushions, and even abandoned a pawn that he felt was of little value to win over, and only then did he manage to get away with this assassination farce.

But no matter what, the dark clouds hanging over the northbound team finally disappeared. Looking at the lunatics fleeing in panic, the surviving Floating Light Knights cheered.

But the cheers went out of tune before even finishing eight beats and turned into painful wails and cries. There was no other reason but that the loss was too great.

Since you are going to fight a madman to the death, how can you not be a madman? So the whole canyon has become a huge meat grinder.

The previously dry ground was now soaked with blood and turned into mud mixed with minced meat, with a few teeth and eyeballs embedded in it that belonged to unknown individuals.

"Cough cough cough..."

Although the slick-tongued bearded knight commander survived by chance, one of his arms was chopped off, and without the fake beard, his face was pale from the blood loss.

But he did not dare to rest, but looked around and asked about the whereabouts of the Marquis.

As a retainer who eats the emperor's food and shares his worries, it doesn't really matter whether he is injured or not. The only thing is that the Marquis must not be in any harm. This is the rule.

Moreover, he had received this injury in the final analysis in order to save the Marquis, and he had been hoping to spend the rest of his life relying on his achievements. If the Marquis was gone, all would be over.

After searching for a while, he finally saw the Marquis in the corner, who had just emerged from a prison van. He was still there even after he had walked out the door.

"Hey, you're right! Being a leader is so difficult. There's so much to learn... OK, I really learned a lot today, Senior!"

He was so excited that he couldn't help but reach out his hand and shake the Death Knight's hand, which was as dry as tree bark.

"Haha, these are just some small experiences from those who have been through it. Go ahead, my friend, you have to practice it yourself to know the truth."

"understand!"

The Marquis smiled and closed the door of the prison van. He turned around and saw the dumbfounded man with broken arms and no beard.

"Hey, why are you still bleeding?"

Winning over and entertaining is a basic skill for aristocrats. This is his most trusted and important minister. Although the Marquis is reluctant to give such good medicine to the head maid, he is willing to pay some price.

As he watched the Marquis applying the ointment to him personally, the Knight Commander was moved and felt the pain of the Marquis's heavy hand, so he asked with trembling lips.

"Sir, why are you in that prisoner's car? This is inappropriate."

"It's fine. The only thing wrong is that I didn't drag you in."

Speaking of this, Marquis Fuguang couldn't help but sigh.

"Really? This is a very wise man. After chatting with him for a while and hearing his advice, I feel like I have become more enlightened."

The Knight Commander thought to himself, why are you reminiscing about something by yourself? You haven't even answered my question, so Fu Guang opened his eyes.

"Well, I saw that he was quite good at fighting. After being beaten, those psychopaths didn't dare to get close to his prison van. They just wanted to take advantage of his prestige and hide nearby."

"As a result, when they saw me coming, they were very generous and asked if I was a noble. I said yes, I was a marquis, and he invited me in for refuge."

"I thought about it. He has clearly stated that he is not going to run away. He is probably not a vicious person. So I will just go in. It is better than dying at the hands of a madman."

All we can say is that the Knight Commander might be a pure native of Tianjin lurking in Yangyue. He knows how to play the supporting role, and when he heard the Marquis say such a long string of words, he quickly took the opportunity to start bragging.

"Oh, sir, you are really brave. I wouldn't dare to do that."

"Well, it's also gambling..."

So why would the little lion have nothing better to do and call a fat ball into his cage to eat and drink for free, and also give him free chatting and psychological counseling services?
Because as one of the greatest monarchs in the Yangyue world in nearly ten thousand years, even though he started to disappear in middle age before he reached his old age, he was still a ruthless person who managed to make it into the top ten of the Yangyue savior hero list.

When he found that the fat nobleman who was in charge of the local area and looked stupid was approaching him, he immediately had the desire to win him over, and subconsciously called him in and started to deceive him.

So the Marquis thought he was receiving guidance from an enthusiastic expert, but in fact he had told everyone everything, except for telling others the color of his bitter tea.

But overall, the Marquis made a huge profit. First, the God helped him out, and then the Emperor helped him avoid disaster. While eating and drinking, he managed to resolve a situation that was repeatedly judged to be fatal.

Unfortunately, some are happy while others are sad. If the Marquis is happy, the princess is celebrating, and many knights are sad or heartbroken, then Tenis is absolutely sad.

With her experience, she dared to swear that there must be something fishy behind all this!

So she turned over all the corpses on the battlefield with a cold face and without feeling disgusted, but she didn't find any clues from these lunatics.

They were so clean that they had nothing on them except clothes and armor.

But having no clues may not be a clue.

There should be only one force that can simultaneously meet these three requirements: [One of the interests includes killing Eleanor], [Gathering a force in the heart of the Glowing Kingdom that is strong enough to contain them], and [Being skilled enough not to leave any traces that can prove their identity].

Thinking in this way, she could even guess who the little thing that appeared and disappeared and whose life and death were after taking her full-power attack was in danger was.

No, do I need to guess?
She slowly clenched her fists.

"Ji...Ming..."

Tenis put away his lance and was about to ask Eleanor about her condition, but he saw a group of people gathered inexplicably not far away, and wounded soldiers were constantly being sent in.

"Ji Ming!"

(End of this chapter)