Mingmei, who followed the city guards and paladins, jumped over the garbage dump in the alley. After following her, Mingen, who also had the acceleration effect, threw a grenade behind her. After crossing the garbage dump, she threw a grenade behind her. She used prefabricated fragments. Although the puncture was not effective for undead-like creatures, the cystic creatures behind her were very useful. Before she could run far away, the girls heard the explosions behind her. The skins of these guys were very fragile. They could smash them with one bullet and then have a chain reaction.

"Hi, girls, how much do you put in your bags?" The Paladin running in front was still wearing his full-cover helmet.

"Your Excellency, we sisters believe in one truth, that is, we never have too many things to defend ourselves." The sister running in front deliberately slowed down two steps. After her sister surpassed her, she threw several disc-shaped things on the ground at a distance of more than ten meters: "You should not think that what we did violated, do you?"

"If it were before today, I would definitely arrest you, but now... forget it." After that, the Paladin who pulled out the short sword from his waist and rushed out of the alley flipped over a cyst creature with cysts all over his body, but was not the kind of big-looking cyst-like creature: "Run, girls."

Mingen and Mingmei ran across the street and got into the street, and then the Paladin followed behind the girls: "There are two blocks left, please allocate your strength."

"Mr. Paladin, don't you take off your helmet? This will be boring." Mingen asked.

"Why take it off? It is not a wise move to give up security at this time." The Paladin commander did not think it was correct for Mingen's questions and suggestions.

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"Oh my God!! What the hell are these things?" Pointed out of the carriage window, Sasha shot the cyst corpse that wanted to get close to the carriage, while making a girl's unique whine.

"God knows!" Cadori, who was sitting behind the carriage, was loading bullets desperately: "Hi! Old man! Drive the car more steadily!"

"You have to thank God. These two old horses heard gunshots when they were young!" While waving the reins, they pulled out a musket from the gun bag, smashing the cysts that had already stood in the middle of the road and interfering with the driving route. Then, Lao Bai, who put away the musket, spitted: "This must be the smell of a kind father! This bad [silence] bastard!"

"Love Father?" asked while sitting on the roof of the car, taking care of Yang Dao's musket in his hand who could not see on one side of Sasha, and pushed the bullet nest out while starting to change bullets.

"That's the code name of the Warhammer Century, the evil god... do you know?" Old Baimei fucked the reins with one hand and pulled out a lever rifle with the other hand and began to shoot at the cysts that could not be avoided in the middle of the road.

"I've heard of it." Yang certainly knew this online game that is known as pure man can have nightmares, and like Ayarok, it was a giant online game with full-true mode: "But I only know the names of those evil gods, and I don't know who the kind father represents."

"Norgo." Old Baimei said, turning the musket in his hand, using the lever to bounce the cyst in front of him with a gun: "A evil god who enjoys spreading plague and death, calls it perverted and ugly, and calls it the evil god of love."

"It turned out to be him. I've heard of this name, but if it were it, plague and death should be the melody above the city now." Yang said a little strangely, and at the same time, he killed a cyst corpse rushing over with guns. Although this gun is accurate, it has a strong recoil. Yang must hold it in both hands to prevent the gun body from being hit on the forehead by the recoil.

"Isn't it? The cyst corpse is just the first wave of attacks. The only problem now is... this is an unintentional glance by the evil god outside the plane, or a carefully planned conspiracy." Lao Baimei did not look back, but expressed his opinion as a person who had experienced the game: "If you just take a look, it means that the evil god is only tentative about his offensive. Because even the evil god cannot lose too many troops at once, and we have recorded the direct purification of several Nurgle battle groups in the Warhammer Century. The Cambrian said that the evil god's ai used the same copy. Since it is connected, it obviously has the experience of being beaten and hurt... Since it is just a temptation, whether it is a god or we can control the situation immediately, we can control the next situation."

"What if it was a carefully planned conspiracy?" Yang asked.

"Fighting for one's own life, there is no other choice, either kill these filial sons of Nurg or die. However, during the Warhammer Century, we will prepare a white phosphorus burning grenade for ourselves when fighting Nurg's army." Old Baimei paused at this point: "Of course, there is no such thing here, so my personal suggestion is to pour enough fire glue on yourself before death, or drink a stomach full of high-concentration holy water. "

"Then it would be better if we beat these filial sons to death." After that, Yang pulled the trigger at another cyst body running towards him.

The carriage turned around the corner of the street, and Lao Baimei grabbed the reins and looked at the barricade composed of tables, chairs, cabinets and other furniture in front of him: "We are in trouble."

Then everyone in the carriage saw a human head poking out from the barricade, not a cyst, but a complete head. He also looked at the carriage and confirmed that the carriage was a living person rather than a moving corpse. His head shrank back. After a while, a horse on the barricade was pushed away, and more than a dozen indigenous people and players waved at them: "Hi, come in quickly."

Old Baimei drove into the barricade and found that the street had been 'cleaned', and there were living people and injured people everywhere. Yang saw the owner of the head in the crowd, and he was leaving the crowd and walking towards them: "You, foreigners?"

"Yes, is there any problem?" Yang nodded.

"Where are you going?" the man with a scar on his face and a few traces of white hair continued to ask.

Old Baimei looked at the long sword in his hand: "We are going to the temple area."

"You must be crazy. The whole city is in chaos, and there are dogs of evil gods everywhere. I have already smelled them. Don't wait for the sun to set, the first wave of evil gods believers, or those damn ghosts, will appear. You run around the streets... It's no different from the moths that are fighting fire." The man's words attracted a lot of congratulations from the indigenous people in the entire neighborhood.

Yang looked around and found that these indigenous people, both the elderly and children, had already picked up all kinds of weapons. Moreover, Yang saw that most of the weapons in the hands of the indigenous people who were closer to him were old people from the first time of opening up. This can be seen from the shape of the grips and handles of those weapons, and it seems that they are all infiltration weapons: "We are foreigners. We were not born in this city, so why do you say that, old gentleman?"

"Because Master Gallot! He is the entire Shaan, no, the most profitable witch hunter in the entire Eastern Continent!" A child standing at the front of the crowd replied loudly. His relatives corrected his child's little mistake: "It is Master Geralt, Master Geralt of Leviathan."

Yang blinked, and then subconsciously bowed to the demon hunter. Of course, Yang knew that these guys had dealt with the undead and various evil spirits all day long. The undead, evil spirits and monsters they had killed were probably more than girls. He said so. Yang, who had no idea about the situation at the scene, naturally felt that he could not refute it, but instead took the words of this elder to be truly true.

"By the way, the little guy on the roof of the carriage. I smelled a familiar smell on you..." The old man said as he walked to the carriage. He looked at Yang: "Masce, Masce of His Highness Sudkin's house, do you know him?" As a demon hunter who had started dealing with the god of death, this man asked in a very calm tone.

"Yes, I am Marceau's friend...How did you know Marceau?" Yang asked curiously.

"That was in Sakalam..." Speaking of this, the witch hunter looked at Yang: "It seems that you haven't seen this friend you know yet."

Without waiting for Yang's answer, he signaled the people to scatter. Then he looked up at the people in front of him: "Make a deal. Since you are going to the temple area, I don't want to stop you, but I have a request. Bring my letters to the bishops of the temple. No matter how bad things turn, I want them to understand that there are still living people who are persevering on this street."

"No problem." Old Baimei was the first to agree.

"In return, I will give you fifty gold coins, but you can take some supplies. Twenty bottles of moderate injury potion, four hundred bullets. In the worst case, if there are no reinforcements, our barricade will not support the fourth day, and the third day's sunset will ring the death knell for us." After saying that, the old witch hunter pointed to the boxes piled up under the wall: "Dwarfs, you can't let a little prairie elves move your supplies."

"Okay, Sasha, Calido, come with me to move things." The old white eyebrows jumped out of the carriage first and watched the three dwarves leave. The old witch turned around and looked up at Yang: "Little thing, what's your relationship with Marceau...I want to hear the truth."

Faced with the sudden question, Yang frowned and finally decided to tell the truth: "I like him."

"As it turns out, little guy, your friend is a very reliable guy. Although he is young, his actions are far beyond his age. But I can feel the confusion and weakness under his strength... So, little guy, pay close attention to him, he is Su's descendant... Don't let him slide into the abyss like his mother." After the old witch hunter said, he smiled a little lonely: "His mother used to be my favorite apprentice, but now... I have to let her out of control body wander on the sea day and night, so little guy, don't let an old man hurt again, okay?"

"No problem." Yang agreed immediately. Is it necessary to think about it? He agreed to take care of the kitten so that he no longer has sadness and pain... The children of the Orento family are not the source of liars. As long as Marceau does not do anything to betrayal, they will also be vowed to the end.

"So, please."

After saying that, the old witch hunter turned around and walked into a family by the street. The old white-eyed man moved the supplies into the carriage, and then the carriage started again, and the old dwarf drove it out of the barricade.

Looking at the barricade closing of the horse, Yang, sitting on the roof of the car, recalled the previous conversation with the old witcher Geralt. Finally, the girl lowered her head and began to manually load the musket in her hand.

If it was really like the Great Paladin, this night was still long... Although Yang knew Emaso's temper, if he knew where Mingen and Mingmei were, he would definitely go to them, but Yang could not let Lao Baimei drive the carriage to the east district of the city... because Yang knew that he could not let others welcome him because of his mood.

I think Marceau decided not to like this either.

At this point, Yang looked up at the west sky with sunset full of sunset, and asked the old white eyebrows without looking back: "Go faster, elder, we don't have much time left."
Chapter completed!