Starting from the Dragon Tribe

In the darkness in the distance of the manor, someone smiled.

"We may have found it. We didn't go to the wrong place."

"Do you want to end this farce?"

"No, it's quite interesting. It's still very early and I want to see the curtain call."

"Your will be obeyed."

Inside Stonehenge.

For a moment, Clement felt that these classmates were unfamiliar. Was he too weak, or were they too strong?

The top students were discussing breakout strategies, and each one of them was heroic like a hero in an opera, but no one asked for his opinion, as if he was just a dragster who should be led away.

Rather, why haven't you considered leaving me and the four of us working together to break out, which would be faster?

Clement couldn't help but feel guilty when he thought of those dead classmates. He knew that these people might have come for him and for his false identity.

He wanted to shout to the Eternal Night Church that he was the guardian and that he should let his classmates go and just kill himself.

But the shameful thing is that Clement doesn't want to die. Even though he is in desperate situation, he still doesn't want to die.

He despised his cowardice and despicability, but also longed for a miracle to happen, that the strongest Ye Qiufeng could lead him and Nilf out.

By the way, where's Nilf? Why didn't Ye Qiufeng ask Neil Fu's opinion?

Clement was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look. As a result, there was no sign of Nilf, and he was not standing behind him.

Taking advantage of the dim light of the moonlight, he looked down. There lay his roommate, that guy who was sometimes annoying.

There was a huge gash in Nilf's back, from his thick left shoulder to his waist. He had already been fatally injured, but he still accompanied him to Ye Qiufeng's side.

It turns out...that guy who always loves to find fault with himself and loves to yell is no longer there?

The one who accompanies him to this point is a person who is already destined to die?

Clement felt that his eyes were inexplicably sore. He suddenly felt that Nilf was still very good. At least he didn't mock him every day. He even gave him glutinous rice cakes on his birthday.

"Walk!"

Ye Qiufeng pulled Clement. The enemy had already surrounded him, and they had no time to waste.

Clement's steps were stiff, keeping up with Ye Qiufeng's pace, while Roosevelt's roar came from ahead.

After he regained consciousness, he looked forward and saw the tall and burly blond boy, holding a hunting knife and rushing towards the three extraordinary beings. He only attacked but did not defend, and moved forward inexorably.

The cold blade pierced Roosevelt's chest, but the young man stepped forward fiercely and cut off the opponent's head with one knife, but he was unable to make a second blow because his left and right arms were cut off by the enemies on both sides.

The blond young man roared ferociously and also wailed in pain. He used his last strength to hit the enemy on the left, and said hoarsely: "Aye!"

Ye Qiufeng was silent, sprinted, jumped, and cut off the heads of two enemies with one sword. He frowned when he landed. It was obvious that the wound in his abdomen was constantly bursting and bleeding.

Clement was shocked speechless by what happened in front of him. He thought to himself, if I were braver and said that I was the guardian and "handed over" myself, wouldn't these classmates die?

He felt someone push him on his shoulder, and a cold female voice came from behind him, "Don't be in a daze, follow him closely."

Clement trembled, and his survival instinct made him follow Ye Qiufeng closely. Ye Qiufeng was indeed a person known as a genius. Even though his physical fitness was slightly inferior, he managed to survive all the way and kill four people in a row. Take him out of Stonehenge.

Clement didn't have time to rejoice at "escaping life". He couldn't bear his desire to look back, so he still looked back.

Lalatina, this heroic silver-haired girl, used an iron whip to deal with many enemies, fighting and retreating, and finally retreated to Roosevelt's body. This girl did not run away.

She stood there waving her iron whip, but was unable to stop the enemy from approaching further.

Several crossbow arrows shot out from the darkness, piercing the girl's chest, arms, and thighs.

She lost strength and collapsed to the ground. She reached out tremblingly to touch the dead blond boy on the ground with his eyes wide open. She then looked back at Ye Qiufeng and Clemend who were gradually running away, and opened her mouth with the following words: "Run faster."

Everyone knows that people who are cut off cannot leave. However, Lalatina was not seriously injured. Originally, Clement was very strange.

But at this moment, he suddenly understood why Lalatina proposed to cut off the heir. He remembered that Lalatina liked Roosevelt, and if Roosevelt could not survive as the pathbreaker, then she would die with him as the heir.

Tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of Clement's eyes. He suddenly felt that the students here were all very good.

Although they sometimes tease and ridicule their own achievements, they never insult themselves. Everyone has their own shining points.

In times of crisis, the strong will take care of the weak, just like Ye Qiufeng never asked him to charge.

Looking back on the past, when they first came to this manor, the seven or eight-year-old boys and girls also experienced happy times together.

He remembered the birthday gift that Nilford gave him, recalled that Roosevelt and he went to the cafeteria to steal bread, remembered that Lalatina taught him the meaning of theology, remembered that Ye Qiufeng and he fought side by side on the court...

People often discover what they have only when they lose it.

Clement regretted it very much. It turned out that this place was not a prison or a hell. He had a group of classmates who had lived together since childhood. They had also had happy times, warmth, and even love.

"Clement."

Ye Qiufeng suddenly spoke, interrupting the running silence.

"What's wrong?"

Clement looked at the back in the darkness.

"I think I'm about to die. I'll run for another minute. I'll stay and stop. You can keep running. You have to believe in the church and wait for rescue."

Ye Qiufeng's voice seemed a little weak. If there was morning light at this time, he could see clearly that his pants were stained with blood, and the wound on his abdomen was bleeding heavily during the violent running.

"Keep on holding on, I'll be the one to break it off!"

Clement shouted, not knowing where he got the courage to speak like this.

"No, you are not injured and can run further. In terms of long-distance running, you should be the best at it. After all, Master Yideng often punishes you."

Ye Qiufeng's voice became lower and lower.

Clement suddenly hated this kind of conversation, or he hated himself, "...can I ask why?"

"what why?"

Ye Qiufeng's speed began to slow down, and it was obvious that he could no longer bear the running.

"Why are you protecting me just because I'm the weakest one?"

Clement asked about the doubts in his heart. He was thinking that if it weren't for taking care of himself, Nilf might not have died.

"Isn't it often said in the scriptures we have read that when the strong have the power, they must always take care of the weak, so that the world will be beautiful and kind."

In the night wind, the boy's voice was filled with emotion.

"Is that why?"

Clement opened his mouth and wanted to ask the other party if he knew his identity as a "guardian". Could it be that Master Yideng revealed the news to other students?

But Ye Qiufeng answered faster. Before he could ask the next question, he said, "No...this is just a small part of the reason. Everyone is willing to take care of you because we are friends."

Ye Qiufeng stopped, helped Clement's shoulder, and said with a wry smile: "You have really good endurance. Keep running. I should be able to buy you another minute."

Clement was silent for a moment and ran forward.

"Yes, run faster, my last... friend."

Ye Qiufeng looked at Clement's back, whispered to himself, and turned to look at the third-class priest of Yongye Church who was chasing him.

It's a little bit unwilling to die like this.

But he hoped that the sacrifices of his friends were meaningful, at least to let the guardian survive, even if it was just for one more minute.

There was a sound of wind, and Ye Qiufeng stared blankly at Clement who returned.

"Don't kill him, your target..."

Clement shouted, but before he could finish his words, Ye Qiufeng beside him exploded into a ball of meat paste.

Hot blood rained on his face, and he was stunned for a moment.

Bang bang bang——

There was a burst of clapping in the darkness, like a polite audience watching the curtain call of a big play.

Under the moonlight, a man in a red suit came over, "It seems you were right."

boom--

There was a heavy sound of landing and smoke filled the air. Not far from Clement, an old man stood up tremblingly. He was dressed in ragged clothes. He was none other than Master Yideng.

Master Yideng looked at Ye Qiufeng's body beside Clement and sighed.

He turned his eyes to the handsome middle-aged man in a red suit, "Can I ask, which Sin Archbishop are you?"

Like a stage actor, the man in red put his hands on his chest and bent down to perform a courtesy, "The Church of Eternal Night, Archbishop of Arrogance and Sin, Feradon Aston, it is an honor to meet you, Master Yideng."

Master Yideng clasped his hands together and said, "You will get nothing, and even if you are contaminated with my weird origin, you will be hunted to death by the Lord Referee."

"Really? I really want to know if something is really wrong with Ji Wu Jiu."

The next moment, a gentle female voice sounded in the night, making Master Yideng and Aston change their minds at the same time.

Master Yideng was shocked at first, and then sighed, "It seems your information is very accurate."

Aston saluted in a direction in the darkness with a serious face, "I have seen His Majesty the Pope."

The priests present knelt down on one knee and said, "I have seen His Majesty the Pope."

The owner of that voice moved from far to near, and her true body was illuminated under the moonlight. She was a woman wearing a long black dress, with a slim figure and a slender waist. She came wearing a pair of dark high-heeled shoes.

The dark night is like her veil, making it difficult to see her face clearly. It only gives people a dreamlike feeling, which is intoxicating.

When Clement saw the other party, he was stunned for a moment. He felt that this woman was very familiar, and he seemed to have seen her somewhere.

The woman's steps were strange. She was walking so slowly, but she reached Clement's side in one step.

She raised her plain hand covered with black gauze and touched Clement's head gently, "My little Clement, you deserve to be free, get the glory you deserve, and get the... love you deserve. "

"Clement!?"

Master Yideng looked at the young man in shock. The change in his eyes made him understand that Clement had seen this woman.

"you……"

Clement opened his mouth and fell silent again.

"Everything will be fine. You don't have to die tonight, as long as you..."

The woman's red lips touched Clement's ear, and she pointed her finger in the direction of Master Yideng, "Kill him."

Clement's eyes were full of horror, and his mind was in chaos.

A dagger he had seen was handed to him, and a woman's voice came from his ears, "It's very simple, just insert it into the old gentleman's chest."

Clement took the dagger blankly and looked at Master Yideng.

Master Yideng's expression keeps changing, and his power has dried up. Now that the second most terrifying strong man in the world is here, he really can't make waves.

"Considering what he has done in the past, my little Clement, do you really need to hesitate?"

the woman whispered.

After a long silence, Clement took steps towards Master Yideng.

Master Yideng looked into the boy's eyes and finally clasped his hands together, "Are you going to abandon the dawn and embrace the night?"

Clement remained silent, his eyebrows lowered, and no one knew the changes in his inner emotions.

Finally, he raised his hand and inserted the dagger into Master Yideng's heart, feeling the old man's life gradually stop.

He took out the dagger and turned around, no longer looking at Master Yideng lying on the ground.

Clement smiled at the woman standing opposite, "Am I free?"

The woman nodded, with a gentle smile under her veil, and nodded: "Of course, you are welcome, our Holy Son."

…………

At night, surrounding this large manor, there were piles of bonfires, illuminating the area brightly.

The air was filled with a heavy, strange aura, and even the remnants of those powerful men's attacks made people's hearts tremble.

The night watchmen responsible for maintaining the scene are at the lowest dangerous level, but even they will hear scalp-numbing whispers from time to time.

What is even more worrying than these residual weird auras is that they are already the strongest group of existing night watchmen in Haibei Province, and among the people who invaded by the Eternal Night Church this time there should be some of the best among the best.

For the night watchers at the scene, they only knew that this was an attack launched by the Eternal Night Church, but they did not know the meaning of the building in front of them.

Under the night, the sound of strong winds sounded, and there seemed to be a surge of water on the earth, which made the night watchmen guarding the scene even more frightened.

Most night watchmen are not cowards, but even if they are not so afraid of death, they don't want to die worthless.

If the Eternal Night Church were to fight back, their death would be meaningless in the hands of a strong person above the special level.

The strong wind subsided, and the surrounding bonfires collapsed. Fortunately, the visitors slowed down before reaching their destination, otherwise the scene would have returned to darkness.

By the light of the bonfire, people finally saw the person coming. It was a young man wearing a black trench coat, with short black hair, and a chilling blood-evil aura about him.

For a moment, all the night watchmen clenched their weapons. Although the opponent did not take action, they did not think that this was one of their own.

Lu Chen looked at the dozens of vigilant night watchmen at the scene, frowned, and took out the Inquisition's identity token from his chest, "One of our own."

Winter is over and the stars are shining brightly. I wish my family all the best and prosperity in the new year.