"ghost?"

Looking at this guy who looked weirdly dressed in a British style and looked like an epidemic doctor, the four priests all narrowed their eyes.

This guy is undoubtedly human.

But there are no people in France who dare to challenge their knighthood.

Even though the nobles were actually unhappy with them, everyone still maintained a delicate balance in the face of common interests.

But this guy...

"English?"

After hearing the other party's question, Wang Quan was thoughtful.

As we all know, the Death God Sect has four major knights.

The Knights of the Silver Moon are stationed in the Netherlands.

The Knights of the Sun are stationed in France and England.

The Knights of the Shining Moon are stationed in Germania.

The Knights Templar are based in Rome, or Italy.

He glanced at the robes of the four people opposite.

It is similar to the ones I have seen before, and may be the unified style of the Death God Sect.

Judging from the shape, there is armor inside the priest's robe.

The one here should be the Knights of the Sun.

But according to Xila, the Knights of the Sun are stationed in both England and France.

The other person’s first reaction was whether he came from England...

It seems that something happened in England across the strait.

And this matter is not good for the Knights, so they don't know their identity.

When the identity is unclear, the first person to suspect must be "the object of their suspicion".

That is England.

Hmm...it's starting to get interesting.

After that, I went to England with Xila, not knowing what I would encounter.

Wang Quan originally wanted to take out a hand ax and a pistol, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

It's not that I'm afraid of association, it's mainly that I don't want to expose my identity.

After all, his main weapons of war are axes and pistols.

But the claws on both hands are also very useful.

"Humph..." He deliberately lowered his voice and made his voice hoarse, "Who knows...

"But tonight..."

Wang Quan will start killing!

He disappeared from where he was in an instant.

"You probably won't be able to go back."

When the second half of the sentence rang out, Wang Quan had already appeared among the four priests, bending down and waving his arms.

The priest standing at the back has been cut in half!

Even accompanied by the dazzling golden sparks and fleshy blood torn out by the metal collision, his upper body was still flying diagonally upward according to the inertia!

"First."

Wang Quan bent down to avoid the horizontal slash of the giant sword that looked like a door panel behind him. He put his left hand together to form a sword, turned around and raised it, and directly took away the second priest's shoulder!

The giant sword that the priest of the Knights Order slashed horizontally and the entire right arm that swung the giant sword were thrown out in a spin!

Wang Quan was about to give chase when he suddenly noticed a strong wind rising behind him!

He slightly curled his legs and jumped up high, just in time to avoid the giant sword thrown from the side by the third monk of the Knights!

Then he suddenly disappeared from where he was.

The priest swung the giant sword back to his shoulder with a forceful swing, and at the same time looked around to watch for the direction where the beak-masked monster might attack.

But found nothing.

"He ran away?"

He asked his teammates.

His teammates didn't answer him, but suddenly backed up to both sides with an expression of shock and even a little fear!

The amputated priest stretched out his remaining hand into his arms, pulled out something, and shouted, "Behind me!"

The priest turned around suddenly, only to see the beak-masked monster standing upright on the giant sword he carried on his shoulder like a silent ghost!

When he reacted and subconsciously swung his sword, what appeared in his field of vision was a leather boot that was getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, the leather boots occupied his entire field of vision.

boom--!

puff--!

sieve--!

Bang——!

The sound of the upper body of the first priest falling to the ground.

There was the sound of the spinning giant sword with its arm thrust diagonally into the mud and snow.

The sound of the third priest being kicked in the head.

There was also the sound of the broken-armed priest taking out a mahogany and brass-plated flintlock and firing.

Four voices sounded at the same time.

Wang Quan fell lightly on the snow as if he had no weight.

He looked down at the round hole in his chest that was still smoking, and then looked up at the two priests who were on guard and breathing heavily.

He saw the fear in their eyes.

The bird-beak mask tilted its head, raised its sharp claws, and inserted its index finger into the muzzle of its chest to dig out the gun.

Pulling at the bloodshot and internal organ debris, he took out a metal ball.

Wang Quan squeezed the ball hard and shaped it into an irregular cube with bumps and bumps.

And he raised his left hand and pressed his thumb with his index finger, and there was this metal cube on his thumb.

Use force.

Bomb~

boom!

Hit the bullseye.

The armless priest looked down at the small hole in his chest and fell forward.

There was already a huge wound on his back caused by the cavity effect.

The bright red flowing out from under his body spread out and polluted the whiteness.

It also polluted the earthy brown underneath the white.

"May your hell be free of pretty girls and beer, Ramen."

Wang Quan drew two random strokes on his chest, which he thought were prayers to the Flying Noodle God.

"Then come down..."

Wang Quan raised his head and looked at the last priest who was running hastily into the distance.

His knees were slightly bent, and the wing-like cloak outside his duffel coat was open.

Then he jumped high into the sky and disappeared.

"It's time to muddy the waters."

In the alley, Ichiro Kenchi walked out holding a sniper rifle.

Just now, he was about to shoot to help snipe the last fleeing target, but was stopped by Brother Quan's gesture.

He put the sniper rifle back into the "four-dimensional chrysanthemum" and silently lit a cigarette.

"I see."

He wanted to understand why Wang Quan let someone go.
To be continued...