A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

The merchants went out curiously, and saw an old woman arguing with the guards. After inquiring, they found out that it was the woman's son who was working as a hired worker in the mining area.

A team leader said coldly: "It's dangerous inside. Your son probably died inside, so it's useless to go there."

"Then, why don't you save him? Please, there is only one child in my family, and he is the only one left for me—"

"He's dead," said the captain.

"He's still alive!"

"Then go by yourself," the captain motioned his subordinates to get out of the way, "I wish you good luck."

The old woman was a little dazed looking at the empty road, and the air was still filled with blood. She staggered a dozen steps, looked at the army behind her, and cast a pleading look.

The captain said: "Sorry, we have to carry out the mission."

Finally, the desperate woman walked into the dim tunnel. Her feet seemed to be stepping on a pool of dripping water. The smell of gunpowder smoke from the source crystal dust that had not dispersed was suffocating. She coughed and stumbled suddenly.

The wet fabric was mixed with a strong smell of blood, her old eyes were dim, and her mind was a little dull. Fumbling through the dim wall lamp, the old woman finally found five broken fingers.Her heart trembled, and she climbed up tremblingly, but she didn't touch the human body, but a wet stone wall covered with muddy meat.

"Sergio, my Sergio, where are you...?" She was so frightened that she wanted to back away, but she walked deep in the madness.

"Rumble--"

There was a loud noise from the deep earth.

"Is that you, Sergio, is that you?"

The eyes of the old woman became brighter and brighter. She saw figures rushing towards this direction. Among the countless faces, she suddenly found her son——

"Sergio!" the old woman shouted joyfully, and was trampled to a pulp by the torrent.

Outside the cave, the commander also heard the deafening trampling sound, he waved his knife and shouted: "Array—"

The bullets are loaded, the gunfire is fired, and the saw blade of the heavy cavalry is indestructible.

As the shadow approached the cave, the commander swung his knife down:

"put!"

Flesh and flesh bloom like flowers.

After the roar of the guns, two heavy cavalrymen blocked the tunnel, and there was a loud noise of flesh and blood being separated, as if bathing in a tide of blood.

"Crazy, this is crazy..." Originally, the smell of blood was enough to make people uncomfortable. When he saw the scene of the brutal massacre by the guards, Anthony's face turned pale and he retreated again and again.

The commander said to his subordinates: "Let those merchants send a group of slaves over to clean up the corpses."

Just as he was speaking, the broken limbs on the ground suddenly squirmed.

The missing limbs hug each other, sending each other warmth, the blood flows into the living hearts, the crawling giant raises its head, it sews heads and faces, Like a snail's shell: "Why...you want to kill us..." It made overlapping calls, as if hundreds of thousands of people were wailing, "Why...you lied to us..."

The commander forgot to give the order for a while, and when the giant wriggled out of the cave, he shouted at the two heavy cavalry: "Don't come close!"

However, it was too late, and the heavy cavalry burned them with flamethrowers, the tar splashed on the metal outer armor, and the corpse oil eroded inward from the rusted connection gap.

"Crazy, all crazy..." Anthony fell to the ground, he hurriedly got up, no longer paying attention to the battle situation, he fled with the crowd in horror, shouting as he ran, "I said to be good to the slaves Yes, God's punishment has been brought upon you devoid of conscience!"

He fled to the hotel and called the tame gladiator slave: "Lisa, quickly pack up and salute, I can't take this damn place with me, let's go to Beicheng!"

Anthony was out of breath and sat on the sofa panting, only then did he realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

A priest in black sat in the shadows, and gladiators stood reverently beside him.

The priest asked, "Is this the merchant who enslaved you?"

Lisa nodded: "His name is Anthony..."

"Lisa, what are you talking about?" Anthony said in horror and confusion, "I will feed you the best, use the best, and send the best instructors to train you so that you have a bright future. When did you ever enslave you?"

Lisa looked at Anthony silently: "..."

The priest took out a piece of parchment, and the blue flames burned it up. At the same time, the secret script on the gladiator's face that symbolized the slave also disappeared.

The priest said: "You are the Lamb of the Lord, so no one can enslave you. Now, you are free."

The gladiator was so excited that he knelt down immediately, but the priest said, "You don't need to kneel to anyone except Jusha, the merciful Father and Shepherd, O lost sheep, can you see the direction of the road ahead? "

"Please advise sir!"

"Heretics are not qualified to enslave a holy father's people. You need to see clearly and walk on the right path," the priest walked up to Anthony, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the forehead of the slave trader, saying to Lisa behind him , "Let me be your shepherd, cut off the past for you."

As if feeling the approach of death, Anthony's robe was wet with fear:

"I, I, I... Lisa, what nonsense are you talking about! I bought you from the dark dungeon, I made people heal you, and I raised you healthy! You forgot How did I teach you?

"A slave with good character must be loyal, tame, and obedient. If every slave is dishonest, wouldn't the world be in chaos?! Do you know what happened in the tavern? They are killing people! The floor is full of people The minced meat!

"Why is everyone breaking the rules? Those unconscionable slave traders carelessly ignore human life, and what you violent slaves do is different from them!"

Anthony suppressed his fear and advised: "Come back, Lisa, believe me, I will fight for your due rights, no one can wantonly hurt you!"

The priest smiled and said, "Continue to be a slave after you go back?"

Anthony replied categorically: "He should be the best slave! He will shine in the arena! You are the disaster star of the city, you will only delay Lisa's future, and the Church of the Sun and the Duke's Palace will punish you! You will be punished!"

"It's a pity you won't see that day." The priest said and was about to shoot.

"Please slow down!" Lisa said suddenly, and he said to the priest who slowly twisted his neck, "Sir, Lord...Anthony did not abuse me and saved my life. You said that you should be full of the gift of fate." Thank you, so I want to ask you..." He gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "Forgive him!"

The priest glanced at Lisa, then looked at Anthony: "You have some means."

Afterwards, he took out a soldering iron from nowhere, with the special symbols representing slaves on it. The priest burned the soldering iron red in the fireplace, and suddenly, amidst the heart-piercing screams, it was printed on Anthony's face. .

"Death is inevitable, but life is inevitable," the priest said, looking at Anthony writhing in pain, "From now on, you are everyone's slave..."

250. Assassination

Something that worried Cloris still happened.

The foundation of the Charity House is still there, and it didn't take action before, it was just brewing disaster.

According to news from Pingfeng Town, the corpses of slaves and miners were glued together into monsters. On the remains of the monsters, the Church of the Sun found traces of the necromancer.

Just like Cloris needs mysterious properties as raw materials to practice shadow puppet spells, dead people are the favorite practice medium and sacrificial utensils of necromancers.

Dead bodies were injected with vitality, and living people were also cursed. The refugees' flesh and blood had already been infiltrated with dangerous toxins. spread in the bottom layer.

Half-mad people began to attack the border of the Shenfeng Lake area. Every day, thousands of people dyed the dilapidated stone road with a history of hundreds of years red, and the substantive resentment kept the surrounding residents awake at night.

However, even if he is cursed by a necromancer, manpower still cannot compete with the artillery fire, not to mention that Lieyang is the natural enemy of all evil.

"Their hopes are burning, this is Qifa's original proposal," Moxiu stood at the end of the crowd, looking at the bullet rain of the baptism, with two servants standing beside him, "Among the secret alliance, I don't like the Hall of Corpse Life the least. the evil spirit of..."

"I'll deal with them."

"No, since the matter has already happened, we only need to make a choice that is most beneficial to the Holy Church," Moxiu shook his head, and said to Ying 21, "Go and kill the woman in the evangelical reformatory, the decree she issued is against The spread of the Corpse Curse is not good, if she is allowed to manage the commercial port, this riot will soon disappear."

"Master, Qifa's plan is to cause a disaster that kills hundreds of thousands of people..."

"Look at the omens of those people's death, Qifa has anchored the ending with the prophecy of the [Hand of Fate], and they will become the pushers of the prophecy——Qifa burned those people's misty desires, and they were released in the 'Desire' Before, nothing would stop."

"Is destiny unchangeable...?"

"Fate is a conspiracy, it doesn't need to be changed," Moxiu patiently explained, "It's like a skilled puppeteer, putting your impatient needs in front of you, making people have to do it—no one will Going against their own aspirations and interests, those people will still die if they don’t burn themselves, so they choose to give it a go, this is the trap of fate.” He shook his head again and said, “21, you have to put your compassion in the future. In the distance, we made the tragedy happen now in order to make it disappear in the future, Qifa does not understand this, but his plan can still be a tool for us to realize our ambition."

Ying 21 nodded dully. In fact, he has no culture to refute.

"Go." Moxiu said, "Remember to avoid using the power of the dreamland as much as possible. There are machines that suppress dreams nearby, and they will be targeted by the Church of the Sun."

"Yes." The always gloomy man was ordered to leave.

After Shadow 21 disappeared, the servant next to Moxiu asked, "Your Highness, is the path of Qifa really on the right track?"

"Our destination is the same destination. If we fall down halfway, it will not be perfect," Moxiu said with a smile. "Even if the process is tortuous, I still believe that it will turn around. Qifa may fall, and I may perish, but as long as If you continue with it, our road will continue to expand." He looked at the blood plasma flying in the sky, and shook his head lightly, "Even if the strange method is not correct, there is a wrong way to use it, and right now we can only help him complete his plan , only in this way can we find the direction to the upper realm and shine the glory of the Holy Father.”

The servant nodded thoughtfully.

……

The direction of Laning Street was supposed to be the weakest gateway to the commercial port. As long as the refugees gathered together, they would be able to collapse the block and sweep up and down.

But because of Barrett's incident, Cloris had already made a full plan a day in advance. She notified the Abam family and surrounding merchants in advance, and asked them to organize elite gunmen and mercenaries to guard the key points.If the commercial port is impacted, these vested interests will suffer the most damage. Kamol Abam even applied for two heavy cavalry from the Duke's Mansion to help out.

Although the refugees are half crazy, all they do is to "survive". If there is still half hope, they will not take the initiative to seek death. Therefore, after paying the price of hundreds of fragmented wreckage, the refugees are like a tide Stepping back, leaving a field full of disgusting blood, even seasoned mercenary hyenas felt uncomfortable with the pungent smell.

Cloris didn't visit the front line anymore, she sat in the temporary office of the Evangelical Correctional Institute to coordinate the overall situation: "Let Abam move forward 300 meters to station, protect the church monks responsible for the purification work, and requisition all the private clinics , conduct blood tests on all residents to check for those infected with the curse, and execute anyone who resists on the spot..." Hearing the voice of arguing from the other side of the microphone, the girl paused and emphasized, "Aigesa, I didn't ask you to create Tragedy, but don’t let kindness delay great ideals. We are here to save more people, so that tragedies will not continue to happen in the future. Don’t let those poor refugees fool you. Of course you can take risks, but you have to deal with the nuns responsible for their safety!"

The microphone is a magical communication device similar to that used by Theo Pavel Calle. The advantage is that it does not require a telephone line, but the disadvantage is that it is more expensive and the maximum communication distance will not exceed three kilometers.

Then, Cloris opened an account book and checked the expenses related to relief and construction this week.

The fireplace was burning with charcoal, and the fire was dim. Although the doors and windows were closed, the touch of the void was filtering the air in the lungs, so there was no need to worry about any poisoning accidents.

This is a method recently developed by Cloris, filling the torso with the touch of the void, and even replacing the functions of some organs.

Although it is called "Touch of the Void", its essence is a colorless and shapeless object, like a blurred curtain under the night sky. Only when it is fully contracted, the corners of the "curtain" will have some outlines of "tentacles".

As an alternative life roaming the void, the mysterious characteristics of the Touch of the Void determine that it has extremely high plasticity and tolerance. When Alista was fighting the Imperial fleet, the skills she used also belonged to the "Touch of the Void", which was only attached to the power of corruption. Later, it was corrupted and turned into a different kind.

There is a rumor among Transcendents that what they use as a "symbol" will eventually be assimilated by the "symbol", or merge with it, and possess its authority. Cloris will inevitably worry about whether she will also become an indeterminate form monster.

Considering the characteristics of "assimilation" and "attachment", she may be a group of dream bubbles in the future, or a dark curtain, these are closely related to the skills she is embedded in. If that is the case, Cloris thinks It is not unacceptable.

"Dreamland..." Cloris frowned, tapping the report card on the paper.

Qifa uses people as fuel, and it is impossible to just let them die needlessly.The power released by these people after "burning" must have a whereabouts. After experiencing the power of dreams in the underground of the Charity Court, the girl knows very well that the power of mortals can also create great achievements.

It's just that it's inconvenient for her to report this matter directly to Maxi, and she can't say that she was actually an inside ghost in the Grace House, so it is speculated that these cultists intend to make a fuss about the power of the will.

"The currency has decreased by 19.00% in the past few days, and the death of some of the refugees can relieve the relief pressure," Cloris rubbed her brows annoyedly, leaned back on the soft chair, and whispered, "But this is not the same as a thin What's the difference between killing a slave and feeding it to a strong slave...? It's nothing more than cannibalism."

Cloris originally wanted to gain benefits through her gospel upbringing, but when things came to an end, she found that she had a ridiculous sense of responsibility.

She knew there was always a trade-off, so she didn't hesitate to make a decision.However, the girl worries that one day, Leng Xue will live up to her simple original intention.But what is her original intention?Is it sitting on the invisible bones and suffering, and living an ordinary life with Xia Xia?

The current situation is that she completely takes those tragedies into her eyes, and it is difficult to turn a blind eye.

Cloris couldn't help but imagine that if it was Alista, that woman whose body and appearance were terrifying like a demon, what would she do in such a situation...

Well, Arista can only kill, not save.

Even the resettlement work for the refugees in the poor reformation centers is done by young girls.

Unable to come up with a result for the time being, Cloris no longer weighed these issues. After all, more people who survived should thank her after all.

"Do you think……"

In the darkness, a creepy hoarse voice suddenly came out.

Cloris' pupils shrank suddenly, listening to the tone that belonged to Shadow 21, and regardless of maintaining the dark environment, she immediately turned on the desk lamp and lit a fire for the fireplace——

A cold, pale man (stands) in a corner, his face not warmed by the fire.

Ying 21 asked indifferently: "Do you think...is it correct to sacrifice an outstanding good person, sacrifice tens of thousands of people who may be saved, so that tens of millions of people in the future will no longer be tortured... the way?"

Cloris retreated to the corner with a sneer, her layout completely unaware of Shadow 21's unnoticed infiltration, and besides, Touch of the Void didn't send any more omens through inspiration.

The man in front of him has no killing intent, but is he really safe?

"If you think it is correct, how can you question it?" Cloris quietly touched the handle of the [toy gun] in the corner, and said, "Of course it is a big mistake!"

"Isn't that exactly what you are doing?" Ying 21 asked, "I'm not questioning, but I can't make decisive decisions for smart people like you... If I were to personally execute 10 people, I would definitely It’s impossible to let go.”

"so what?"

"You blocked the great cause of the holy religion, so I'm sorry, I need to kill you," Ying 21 said shamelessly, "I understand that you have done a lot of good things, so you can tell me your last words, and I will try my best to help you complete them." Will."

"You don't forget to squeeze out the wishes of people who are dying—" Cloris didn't bother to recall how many friendships existed between "Shaqima" and Shadow 21, she suddenly shot, and the flames rushed to the shadows and broke through the window at the same time. Fleeing, shouted with the distorted noise made by [Phantom], "Reinhardt!"

The Knight Squad is stationed near Zaoxing Street. Although there is only Reinhardt, a Sun Knight, their overall strength is no weaker than that of Cloris.

However, the entire room was turned upside down, and Cloris fell into the fireplace.The girl immediately spun a web, stepped on the elastic thread, adjusted her body balance, and slid towards the ceiling.

Gravity is changing direction, but Shadow 21 is still standing on the hardwood ground.

A long-necked girl emerged from behind his collar, her hair disheveled, dancing like a black beard.Her slender foxy eyes stared at Cloris, sending chills down the latter's spine.

Cloris leaned against the wall and changed her position as the space turned upside down. Looking at the bookshelves and walls that were shattered due to the deflection of gravity, she asked, "What kind of skill is this?"

"This is my family." Ying 21 remained expressionless.

Cloris preliminarily speculates that this skill of Shadow 21 can change the direction of matter and even mysterious properties within a certain range. This alone can make it defend against most attacks.

However, turning "family members" into monsters and keeping them on their bodies...

"Twisted skills, are you so cruel to your family?"