If you want to count all the tombs that have been stolen so far, you will find that there is nothing in common between the cemetery chosen by this guy and the owner of the stolen tomb.
If I have to say it, it is probably that the tomb owners are all men, and they are all Scottish natives, right?
While the four girls were discussing their goals, Sigurd also completed the handover process with the Bishop of St. Giles Cathedral.
Looking at the document in his hand, Sigurd muttered subconsciously.
"Is this guy trying to find the purpose of a certain person?"
"Then who could it be? Is there anything here in Scotland worthy of a necromancer digging graves?"
"..."
Sigurd mused, seemingly filtering the fields of his brain regarding Scotland's connection to necromancers.
After a while, Sigurd's shoulders relaxed, and the four girls who were familiar with Sigurd immediately understood.
"You don't know either, do you?"
"I'm a human, not a god. How can I know everything. And even if you are a 'god', no one stipulates that you are 100% omnipotent?"
"Then we're clueless?"
Sigurd shook his head.
Since the Puritans handed over this task to the four girls of the "Association Reserve Army", it means that at least in the eyes of Laura and the others, this guy is just an insignificant little character, even if he misses it, Sigurd There is no problem to come to the bottom.
So, that is to say, it has not been found in the official records of the United Kingdom that there are any cemeteries of the dead who can build enough necessary relationships with necromancers, and they exist near Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland.
"According to the memories of the priest who had fought with that necromancer, although that guy's technique has a strong flavor of Voodoo, the content of the Christian technique cannot be concealed."
"?"
Leisa was chewing the salad in her hand blankly, while Lancis looked at the others with French fries in her mouth, as if she had completely given up thinking.
Compared with these two funny characters, as the leader of the "Light of New Life" team and the oldest of the four, Bellopu frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.
"In other words, we only need to target a magician who has an obvious 'abnormal Christian' smell?"
"That is to say, we need a magician with powerful perception. Or to be more precise, what we should need is a 'psychic' who can be extremely sensitive..."
The gazes of Bellopu and Floris moved simultaneously to Lancis who was gnawing on a large portion of French fries like a hamster.
"Huh? Do you want to eat?"
Lan Xisi, who was holding French fries in her hand and ketchup in the other, had no idea what her two companions were paying attention to.
"Lance, can you help me?"
"Okay? What are you going to do?"
Pure Lanxisi nodded her head in agreement.
But after nodding her head, she suddenly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
After thinking for a while, Lancis widened her eyes...
"etc......"
"Do it!!!!"
"Whoaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"
Outside St Giles Cathedral, the laughter faded away.
Looking at Lancis who was taken away through the glass on the second floor, the priest in charge of handover silently prayed for the poor girl.
"God bless you..."
Chapter 260: The Chasing Girls
Wrapped in colorful clothes, the flustered girl walked quickly through the forest.
Taking big breaths to make up for the exhaustion from running for a long time, the girl who felt dizzy had to stop behind a huge tree trunk.
The moment the legs relax, the soreness of the muscles hits instantly.
She rubbed her thighs, and at the same time pulled down the ribbon-like decoration that was hanging around her waist in front of her.
It was a light gray cloak, the tattered fabric was full of holes, and the black mildew spots on it were even more incalculable.
But it was such a thing that seemed to have been buried in the soil for several months, but was covered by the girl without any scruples, not caring whether the damp mold would affect her skin.
(Damn, are those girls monsters?)
I couldn't speak, and I didn't dare to make any noise.
Following the rapid ups and downs of the girl's chest, the pair of proud chests also jumped up and down.
Her name was Ella Barnard, and she was originally a member of a Welsh magical society.
But just a few months ago, the Puritan sect sent magicians to negotiate with them because they formed an association to take advantage of the actions of the family members of the deceased to collect money.
If information about the Puritan sect can be obtained, can it be sold at a good price from the Roman Orthodox Church?
With this in mind, these necromancers who are not afraid of death actually tried to attack the negotiators sent by the Puritans.
Unfortunately, it was Stiyl Magnus who came to negotiate.
As a result, not only did the plan to assassinate the Puritan magician and seize the information of the Puritan sect fail, but his own magic association was almost wiped out by Stiyl alone.
The monster-like strength made it impossible for them to resist. No matter what kind of response they made, they would be suppressed by even weirder spells and absolute destructive power.
Subsequently, although many people escaped from the dead, they were attacked by the "purification force".
In the end, all but one woman named Ella Barnard were either arrested or killed.
Ella Barnard quickly adjusted her state. After all, it's hard to say how long she can stay here. She must prepare for the possibility of encountering those monster-like girls again immediately.
(Still not enough. Such a quantity is still not up to the expected value...)
He touched the clothes on his body that were too messy to be called a style.
Those go from winter coats to summer short sleeves, miniskirts to flares.
However, as long as it is a style worn by someone in history, some shadows can be seen on the girl's body.
Moreover, all the clothes were stitched together after secondary processing, and it didn't even need to be said that the sleeves were obviously not from the same pair.
Even the neckline is assembled from the materials of at least six pieces of clothing.
After confirming the clothes on her body for a while, the girl sighed.
He moved his butt slightly, and pulled out the remaining "clothes belt".
From the colorful long strips, the girl unraveled the sutures of a few of them, and then skillfully added them to the missing parts of her top.
(I lost four pieces of clothing in just one fight, let alone raising enough materials, I am afraid that those materials will not be enough for me to leave the British border safely...)
With such worries, the girl grabbed a lump of mud from the ground.
It's just very ordinary clay, and it doesn't have the function of making pottery.
But for some reason, the soil mixed with dead branches and fallen leaves in the girl's hands is like specially treated clay, and the shaping action is easily completed.
It was a large group of spiders. After the girl used her nails to pierce the wound that had scabbed countless times, the "soil spiders" that had come into contact with the girl's blood all started to move, scattered and disappeared into the forest.
(This should allow for a little more delay...)
A piece of black cloth was torn off from the base of her thigh, and the girl tied it to the bushes on her arm.
After a short pause, the girl lowered her head and saw that her thighs were completely empty. If she kept running like this, she would be 100% empty.
And compared to the pure white thighs, the girl's thighs seem to have traces of sutures to mend the wounds, which seem to be traces that can be preserved, giving people a strange and sexy feeling inexplicably.
He looked at the "clothes belt" in his hand in distress, and then helplessly took out a lace miniskirt from it, trimmed it a little, and sewed it to the part that was just emptied.
But compared to the white thighs, the faintly visible traces of black sutures seem to be more imaginative.
Standing up, the girl couldn't care less.
Although she definitely wants to dress beautifully, it is unknown whether she can walk out of this forest alive under the current conditions.
She didn't stay any longer, and after a little relief, the girl continued to move towards the distance.
But at the rear at this time, the four girls who were the pursuers were moving unhurriedly as if scattered in the forest.
"Beiluopu, why don't we chase after him in a rented car?"
"What are you talking about? We are chasing evil necromancers, driving a car in the forest? Don't you worry that we will be attacked by zombies that suddenly come out of the ground?"
"Then just run over them all the way. Aren't the protagonists in doomsday zombie movies driving a car all the way to break through the 'zombie wave'? Floris, you think this is cool too! Driving over zombies or something?"
The girl who was called to wear a black and yellow dyed three-ply braid, bored activists' own shoulders.
The special spiritual outfit carried around the shoulder made a "crash clatter" sound.
"It's all right. I'm driving all the way from London to Edinburgh, huh? And I'm chasing you on this kind of forest road in that small car? Do you think about me?"
Recovering with a listless voice, the wings of the two little demons behind her were fluttering, and the girl named Floris turned her attention to the one walking in the front. She was obviously the oldest and most mature among the four of them. girl.
"Beiluopu, although the master said it, but it's really all right if we swagger to chase down a necromancer who is proficient in positional warfare like this?"
"Do you mean the part of 'that guy is weak, just be careful not to be eaten by zombies', or the part of 'the reason why the impromptu spiritual outfit is called impromptu is because the construction is simple and the structure is fragile'?"
"Anything is fine, but that guy's ability itself shouldn't be used for direct combat at all, right?"
"Yes, according to the master's information, the necromancer made a fuss by using 'clothes are a symbol of status'."
"So......"
Since we are discussing like this, I don't feel any tension at all.
And in the next instant, a violent explosion occurred from the ground.
Fiery flames burst out from under the soil, like a fire erupting, and black smoke flew up to a height of [-] meters from somewhere in the forest.
Chapter 260: The Assessment Begins
Sensing the triggering of the "earth spider" deployed behind, the rushing undead girl did not show any signs of relaxation.
(This at least allows them to be more careful when advancing. Should be able to delay time to the next "position"...)
From the beginning to the end, it was never expected that a trap of this level would be able to deal with the four "golden" girls who were chasing after them.
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