Soon, they saw Sister Marian executing an escaped psychic hunter commander.

The latter was half-kneeling on the ground, his helmet had been taken off and thrown aside. His old face covered with the tattoos of the Ring Tower was filled with prayers. He screamed:

"Marian! I once rescued you when those Western Sabarian god warriors in Ice Bay ambush us! We are friends! Right? Don't do this, don't end my life with a bullet.

Those naturally enchanted bullets of yours are not meant to attack your fellow citizens."

"I know, Punt, I know, I still remember the way you carried me out of the haunted crypt of the ancient barbarians, our bodies covered in blood, and you yelled at me not to fall asleep.

I will always remember your life-saving grace."

The old hunter sighed and put down the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.

She took a step back and looked at the rebellious colleagues in front of her. In a hoarse voice, she said:

"But when you decide to help the villain and hunt down our old friends for your new master, what I owe you has been paid off! Punter, you have to remember! None of this tonight is a personal grudge!

For your service to Avalon, be honorable!"

"Shua"

The emerald green hunting blade was unsheathed, and the traitor instinctively clenched his fists, but when he raised his head and saw Sister Marian's eyes full of exhaustion and helplessness, he sighed, loosened his fingers and knelt on the ground, just like when he prayed.

His posture was silently reciting something.

"May the starlight of Avalon shine upon the darkness of the dark and misguided path."

Aunt Marian whispered something, and then she pressed her "old friend's" shoulders coldly, letting the sharp blade pierce the latter's heart accurately and crushing the heart with a flip of her wrist, cutting off the spiritual connection.

Can strengthen all the vitality of a person.

"well done!"

Old Eugene, who was riding on the horse, admired:

"As expected of 'Iron-Blooded Marianne', it seems that time and suffering have not taken away your courage."

"Shut up!"

Aunt Marianne did not accept the compliment.

She wiped the blood on the hunting blade and glanced at the kneeling corpse in front of her. She sighed and took out a small bottle of fire oil and poured it on the traitor. Then she chanted the name of the gods and lit the corpse on fire.

This was her last act of kindness to her old friend.

She didn't know what the vampire lord would do to these corpses, but with the current grievances between the Blood Vulture Clan and the Tower of Rings, those evil things in the midnight would certainly be able to do even the most extreme things.

However, she now has no reason to condemn Murphy, because from tonight, that vampire will also be her lord and the protector of her faith.

Alas, for a witch hunter, the direction of this matter can really be called black humor.

As Sister Marian remounted her horse, old Eugene leaned over and whispered:

"Confirmed! There are indeed believers of our God among those 'warriors' who have been baptized for no more than twenty days but have crossed the Black Iron Realm with the blessing of our God. Marianne, we found it! Then

Unexpected Holy Land and New Hope.

Right here in Transia! That’s the second chance our God has given to us and other lost people! Tonight’s blood, tonight is the last suffering before dawn!”

"Can you put a stop to your untimely fanaticism?"

Aunt Marianne was impatient to talk about these things with an enthusiast like Old Eugene. She pushed down her hunter's hat and said casually with some fatigue:

"We are still not sure about the vampire's attitude towards the way of nature. Although Natalie has promised that he will accept us, can we believe the vampire's words?

Let’s take it one step at a time.”

“I still firmly believe that this is my God’s guidance!”

Old Eugene said in a low tone:

"Our sins have been paid off in ten years of hard journey, and the merciful Avalon has opened its arms to us again. Transia will be the next Glamour, and we will repeat the journey of the first elders in 530 AD.

Will build a great cause of the church.

This is what my God wants to see!

I'm sure of it!"

Aunt Marianne did not object this time.

She looked at the corpses in the dark behind her on the horse and shook her head.

She didn't know whether Transia was a new holy land, nor did she really want to know.

She only knew that she was very tired after ten years of fighting. Now she just wanted to find a place where no one would spit on her and spend the rest of her life in peace. Alas, she was almost seventy years old.

, although she is still strong and healthy under the blessing of nature, she only has less than a hundred years to live, and time is no longer kind to her.

But she has learned to reconcile with time and even life through suffering.

Maybe after being discharged and returning to work, it would be good to be an ordinary missionary or church grandma.

——

"So we only saved less than three hundred people?"

Murphy soared in the night sky, and the loyal Maxim flew beside him, always one position behind.

The vampire lord looked down at the battlefield from a high altitude. Due to the vampire's perception of life, he could feel that the defeated soldiers were being killed one by one.

He whispered:

"Including the three teams that broke out to the Under Armor Hills before, 1,400 witch hunters finally survived, 1,200?"

"No, only 1,000 people, my lord."

Maxim corrected:

"There are still 200 people who finally did not have the courage to follow Chapter Leader Natalie and leave the Plantagenet Kingdom. It is said that those are cowards who are tired of fighting."

"Wanting to live peacefully is a beautiful expectation. This cannot be called 'cowardice', Mark."

As soon as Murphy heard 1,000 people, he immediately thought that he had 10 more places. Counting the superposition of the populations of villages and small cities that were still being sent envoys by Miriam to claim dominance, this made the lord feel very sad.

satisfy.

He planned to find an opportunity to release all these test quotas in a short period of time to double the number of small players under his command.

In this way, your other plans can also proceed smoothly.

"Mark! Have your veterans come over here and chop off the heads of the psychic hunters and psychic masters!"

Murphy looked at the dark night above his head and said coldly:

"Just pile it up here! Give the Ring Tower a response, and we will tell them that tonight is by no means the end of the struggle! This is not even the beginning of the end, and they will pay the price for their misdeeds.

It's not just them.

Wolfsbane, Gorse, Dusk!

No one who participated in the destruction of Cadman City can escape! That's 150,000 people! Those should all be my subjects.

They need justice."

"As you command, my lord."

Maxim had no objection to this instruction. On the contrary, he felt that Lord Murphy's decision was too suitable for his taste.

Transians never give in under threat.
Chapter completed!