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Chapter Thirteen The Struggling Man

Compared with the misery of today's human beings who are still being slaughtered in the paradise they finally won, it is now aggrieved that some of the cannibal races -

A few "brave men" appeared from the food that was originally good, liberating the food and giving it the power to kill itself. What the hell is this?

"The smell of blood is the strongest over there. Let's go take a look there." Winkworth pointed to a building whose doors and windows were boarded up from the inside. It seemed to be a relatively solid building in the village.

The appearance of the building looks like a church. A church is actually built in a village with hundreds of households. Are the religious institutions of the Theocracy too bloated?

But this was not Winkworth's consideration.

Could it be that this church is the final battlefield? But the blood is too unnatural. Winkworth can't think of what's going on, but just because it feels unnatural, it's worthwhile to take a look. Anyway, it's idle.

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"Bang!" She flew up and kicked the door that was blocked by various things inside to pieces.

"Ugh..." The messy scene in the hall made Winkworth frown slightly.

"Secret room murder? I'm not good at this."

"It wasn't a secret room murder, it was done deliberately." Alfin, who followed, said calmly.

"What's the meaning?"

"I have a little bit of interaction with humans, so I can make a little guess. You know, my former race is very popular with humans - drugs that can relieve all abnormal conditions except death. Until I attached to Pisi and asked for help.

Bao Qian, the last time I had my head cut off was twenty years ago."

"so what?"

"Humans who can come near me have to avoid a lot of powerful monsters. They often put the smell that the monsters don't like or the same type of monsters on themselves to hide their existence." Alfin said ostentatiously.

"I see, does that mean there might be important humans here?"

"I don't know, but it's possible."

"Then, look over here." Winkworth took a few steps and kicked open the confessional door.

"There's no one around, keep looking inside."

Go through the hall, walk through the inner aisle, and hold the door handle of the inner room. It takes a little effort here. Although there are no roadblocks, the bolt inside is locked.

"The breath and movement of many living things."

Just after opening a crack, there came the sound of swords being drawn, the frightened cries of women and children, and the sound of encouragement that seemed to belong to the mother. Hey, don't you think it's strange that there are sounds of encouragement at this time?

The door opened, and almost all the people inside were civilians. A few men randomly picked up some guys who looked like they could beat people, and there were two people dressed as monk soldiers.

"Elves! You - devils!"

The monk soldiers raised their sharp swords and rushed over, followed by several men behind them who were also shouting to encourage themselves.

The distance was less than five meters, which seemed disadvantageous to Winkworth, who was holding a ballista and giant bow, but there seemed to be no human beings in the heroic realm present, so it was really five meters away.

"I have a question for you. Put down your weapon...wait, you-" before Winkworth, who had already fully loaded the ballista, could say a sharp sword had already entered the slashing path, pointing directly at her neck.

"Boom!" The huge arrows formed by the vines instantly smashed the leading monk soldier, setting off an explosion-like impact in the room.

Another monk soldier was pushed against the wall by the shock wave, and the room was already dripping with blood, with his liver and brain smeared all over. The painful groans of a few people and the cries of children could still be vaguely heard.

"——Don't you want to hear what I'm saying?" Winkworth said what he was about to say.

"Mom! Help me!"

"Even children! Dirty elf!"

"brute!"

People who still had the strength to make such noises, as well as various vomiting sounds.

Winkworth scratched his head nervously, feeling uncomfortable getting into the topic. These people were too noisy. Doesn't the fact that he was feeling vomiting mean he wasn't tense enough?

Even if you can't calm them down after killing so many people, what should you do?

At this time, the monk soldier who was blown away got up and rushed forward again with a roar!

"Boom!" The ballista exploded in the room for the second time, and the room finally became completely silent, because there was no one alive anymore.

"Elfin, is it so difficult to talk to the human race? I admire Pisi and the others a little bit." Walking out of the room, Winkworth complained to Alfin who was waiting outside the door.

"That's it. Humans can't understand demi-humans, and fairies can't understand humans. How about leaving it to me next time?"

Elfin knew that it could actually be solved with spiritual magic, but Winkworth and Cirno were almost from the physical communication school, and her mainstream magic happened to be not spiritual, so she subconsciously ignored it.

Soon, the two found another room where a group of people were hiding. In addition to a group of civilians, there were three monk soldiers and a person who looked like a priest.

"[Dominate]!" The moment Elfin opened the door, he stretched out his hand and aimed at a monk soldier who was about to attack without warning and activated his magic.

The monk soldier stopped like a wooden man, waiting for the next order.

However, others still attacked.

"[Dominate], [Dominate]!" Alfin kept casting spells like a machine gun, making the monk soldiers stop moving, but——

"Demons who stole your mind, you will not die in peace!" The priest behind shouted with a sad look on his face, and a magic circle appeared on the ground.

"Huh, what do you think?" Winkworth suddenly felt unhappy after hearing the priest's sad voice, "You don't even listen to me when I'm talking to you directly, right? It's already a shame to talk slowly without crippling you.

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But ignoring her words, a white figure rose up from the magic circle.

Equipped with a shining breastplate and holding a flaming sword, he is the third-level flame archangel. Angels are monsters summoned from other worlds. Many people believe that they are messengers of God, especially in the Slian Cult.

country.

These people have very firm beliefs and have used various methods to avoid being hunted by the demi-humans. They are preparing to wait until dark before moving. Since they have been discovered by the "elves" who are also the enemy, they have no choice but to fight to the death.

The Archangel of Fire, whose holy figure was taller than anyone else, lit up the eyes of everyone in the room with the light of hope.

For now, those monk soldiers have bought time for the priest, but the current situation of the monk soldiers makes the priest feel even more angry than seeing death, but he is also a little lucky, as long as he kills the caster, he can be saved.

The Archangel of Fire rushed towards Elfin.

Elfin's current level is 30. Logically speaking, it would be easy to kill the Flame Archangel at this level, but her parameters are all focused on backup and auxiliary types, and she has almost no offensive capabilities.

The red flame sword penetrated her body!

(to be continued)


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