The snow was piled thickly, and Nancy wore the Han Yingzong robe that Han Dongwen gave her and walked slowly behind him.

The road was not far, and after a while, they arrived at a hill on the side of Wangying City.

"This is it."

Han Dongwen stood in front of Nancy.

There was a flat hilltop below them, and there were many traces of dead trees and shrubs on both sides. It could be seen that it was a site that had been cleared urgently in the past two days.

Even the soil exposed from the snow is the black color of new soil.

Nancy sighed and looked up at Han Dongwen in front of her.

"You really still want to kill me."

Han Dongwen looked at her and felt the wind sting his face.

Behind him is a low platform built of newly built stones, with no tablet or plaque on it.

Only thirteen blood-stained swords were quietly stuck on it.

"I didn't expect you to believe that. You look like an innocent girl, but you are definitely not that innocent in your heart."

Han Dongwen answered her.

She smiled, this time relaxed.

"What choice do I have? I'm going to die anyway. You lied to me with such a beautiful lie. You only cheated me once. It's always good to have a sweet dream before you die."

Han Dongwen was stunned for a moment, looking a little stunned.

"What you let everyone see could very well influence the battlefield."

"about?"

Nancy's smile did not change.

"The church has lost a long time ago. It's not a war, it's just the last act of loyalty."

Han Dongwen frowned slightly: "You hope they will admit defeat and stop resisting."

She said nothing, acquiescing to the speculation of the Simeng people in front of her.

"You can sacrifice yourself, you can even use your own death, but you think that the soldiers under your command, the people of West Asia, shouldn't die like this."

"I think your kindness is for your own people, and so is mine."

Han Dongwen emphasized his tone.

"Ours too."

Nancy looked at Han Dongwen, as if it was only now that she showed an expression that truly belonged to the leader of the Knights of Patience.

She slowly raised her hands, took off the robe she was wearing, and folded it at her feet, revealing her naked and ulcerated upper body.

Then, Nancy turned around and walked towards the stone platform, looked at it for a moment, and then picked up a sword from the top.

"I am still a knight. Since I am going to die by your sword, tell me your name and military rank."

Nancy's side face seemed to reflect the moonlight on the snow.

"...However, if I die in the hands of a pawn like you, maybe I won't be able to be a good knight in the end."

she murmured.

Han Dongwen coughed slightly and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword handed over by Nancy.

The tip of the sword was still in her hand, and Nancy brought the tip of the sword to her chest, and the two of them naturally assumed an execution posture.

"Han, Dongwen."

He said solemnly.

Nancy blinked, looked at the Simeng people in front of her, and said in a daze: "You're not... why..."

It would be cruel to suddenly have many questions before death.

So you can only choose the issues that concern you the most.

"Why on earth does Odu's spell work like that?"

she asked.

But Han Dongwen knew that was not what she wanted to ask.

What she wants to ask is whether she herself will be like Audu.

"His spells are indeed used to protect the saint in the end, you can rest assured."

After Han Dongwen finished speaking, he pushed the sword into Nancy's chest.

The sky was filled with wind and snow, but there was no sound.

Nancy knelt in front of the low stone platform, her expression truly relaxed and relieved as she had never seen before.

Each of the thirteen swords pierced her chest once. She had already lost her breath with the first sword, but Han Dongwen still stabbed her thirteen times in silence.

He straightened his tired back and stood up, looking at the grave with no sign or monument.

"The thief is dead and I have not broken my promise."

The rays of light from the stars lit up and gathered into writing.

[Event Completed: Good Thoughts and Evil Words]

[Description: You have foiled the Archbishop’s plan to create a god, saved the people of Eagle Watch City from the fire and water, acted for heaven, and killed the culprits who spread the plague. Now, the archbishop, whose conspiracy has been hopeless, will accept the gods in the flesh and personally

Become a carrier.]

[Reward: Nancy Perea’s Wandering God]

[Reward: Plague-killing Sword [Zhongliang] x 13]

Han Dongwen took a deep breath and looked at the sword on the platform.

As expected, the sword now has many specific values ​​and effects, and has become a real and serious piece of equipment.

It seems that after being stained with Nancy's blood, these thirteen swords have characteristics similar to Nancy's abilities as weapons. When equipped, causing damage can cause continuous damage in the plague state.

Then, when the accumulated attacks reach a certain number, the plague can be detonated.

This must be a weapon that foreigners are flocking to at this stage.

He silently put the thirteen swords away, sighed, and said to himself:

"It's not that I want to take the monument as a prize. It's really that the National Security Department has nothing interesting to do at the moment. Let's pass this on first. In the future, the Simeng country will be peaceful and the people are safe. You will naturally play a major role in it. When the time comes, I will erect a monument for you."

That powerful waist card requires a wandering god to be mass-produced. If the National Security Department wants to continue to attract strangers, the benefits must be arranged.

Han Dongwen was about to rush back to the battlefield when he suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if he hadn't slept well all night.

"Fuck, this is..."

He was wondering if something went wrong after acquiring Nancy's wandering mind, when suddenly he heard several faint calls in his ears.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

Is it a maid?

Thinking that he had been on the battlefield for a long time, Han Dongwen thought for a moment and immediately hid aside and got off the phone to go back and check the situation.

Open your eyes, in the gangway.

There was a maid reporting outside the door, and she seemed to have called many times.

"Your Highness, the remonstrance from Siyang Taishu Pavilion is here."

"Okay, bring it in."

Han Dongwen immediately stood up and tidied his clothes, thinking in his mind that this weird headache seemed to come at the right time, and he wondered if it was a coincidence.

The maid sent Jianwen into the room. Through the door, Han Dongwen could see Li Zai standing there yawning.

The admonishment comes from Taishu Pavilion, and its content is quite simple.

The New Year's Eve invitation to the immortals was coming soon. Although Han Dongwen was the commander of the expedition, if the war had been decided but could not be ended for the time being, he was asked to send some troops to stay in the war and return to the court first.

After all, for the country, this kind of "peacekeeping war" can only be regarded as part of the national affairs.

The content of the second page of the admonishment was much more, and it could be seen that it was more complicated. Han Dongwen read two lines, and his expression became a little subtle.

Taishu Pavilion made an admonition, and after asking for the Immortal Code at the New Year's Eve, a code of conduct for Concubine Jiang Keyin was established.

"I forgot that this happened... Why does it feel like so long has passed?"

Han Dongwen naturally remembered the scene where he and Duan Qingzhu looked at each other on the battlefield, and pursed his lips tighter.

"How's the war going?"

he asked.

There was no one around, so the only one who could answer him was naturally Li Zai, who was guarding the door.

"Your Majesty, we have received frequent reports of successes from the front line. The leaders of the three enemy knights have been defeated, either killed or fled. The West Asian soldiers seem to have no intention of fighting, and only the West Asian strangers are still fighting."
To be continued...