The surrounding darkness is not a problem for him. If there is anything he should pay attention to, it is the temperature in the cargo box, because although the temperature inside is normal and stable, if it drops below 20 degrees, he must immediately
Abandon the container and blast it.
Of course, this is a trouble he wants to avoid as much as possible.
After all, Dawn doesn't want to lose half of his car. The title "vehicle killer" is so cruel to a driver who loves his car deeply. If half of it is lost like this, [Song of Pity the Devil]
】But he will cry, and he may turn into a ghost in the middle of the night to seek revenge on him.
But is it really reasonable for the ghost to seek revenge on the priest?
"Hey Dawn, can you hear the sound?"
The car's communication rang. Hearing the female voice that gave him a huge headache and irritation, Father Dawn took a deep breath, then lowered the volume of the speaker to the lowest level, and finally connected the communication.
"Well, yes, yes, any instructions."
Dawn replied weakly, he could already guess what trouble was about to be dumped on him.
"Ah, hey, Dawn, I'm sorry. I want to place an additional order——"
Although she said she was sorry, the cold female voice did not change at all. There was a noise mixed with a heavy breath in the communication, and Dawn could already imagine the bad environment that her companion was in.
That cold woman is like this. If she is cooked, she will probably still be so cold. But she has emphasized so many times that she must assemble the necessary equipment and order together, but this woman still says this nonchalantly again and again.
A willful word.
Thanks to her, Dawn has not yet reached her current duty station.
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Because of the early appearance of Fu Hailin Anashu, the seventh ancestor of the Dead Apostles, Fu Hailin had already devoured two small towns with lightning speed before the church and the Magicians Association could react.
Now the Holy Church Church is setting up a stronghold in the third town. While evacuating ordinary people, it is trying to seal Fu Hailin again, and the church members who are fighting on the front line are the agents.
Unlike ordinary priests who simply explain the Lord's teachings and are responsible for spreading the brilliance, agents have powerful demon-killing abilities and fighting qualifications. They are more inclined to materially exclude things that do not exist in the Lord's teachings.
Send them to the Lord in whom they believe.
In other words, the agents are the combatants of the church, the sharp blades that burn fire in the hands of the Lord in the mortal world.
Father Dawn is also one of them, but he is responsible for the logistics work.
The woman on the other side of the communication quickly stated her needs and then hung up the communication in a hurry.
After listening to the woman's needs, Dawn let go of her hand on the steering wheel, took a piece of paper and pen and scribbled it down. At the same time, her mind couldn't help but start analyzing the situation there.
Obviously the battle over there at the stronghold is at a raging stage, but with so many things added, there will be more places to go along the way, and the time to reach the destination will be delayed again.
But in the final analysis, compared with the companions who are fighting those Dead Apostles on the front line, this is the only thing that I can help with.
Ordinary guns have very little effect against Death Apostles. Even low-level Death Apostles can easily see through the trajectory of bullets and avoid them calmly.
If it wasn't a head-on hit at close range, there wouldn't even be a scratch, so those guys can eat people leisurely in modern times.
After all, most modern people are unable to protect themselves in front of the Dead Apostles, especially those remote towns. They look like a buffet to the Death Apostles, allowing them to ask for anything. Not to mention those big cities, missing people
A few people mean nothing.
At least Dawn can't think of any way for ordinary people to fight against Death Apostles. Maybe everyone can become a Death Apostle. The only one who can fight against the evil dragon is another evil dragon, and the one who can fight against the Death Apostles is naturally other Death Apostles.
He thought wildly, stepped on the accelerator hard, and the engine roared more powerfully, breaking the silence of the night together with the rock music.
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"Dawn, you are one day late than expected."
At the frontline stronghold of the Holy Church, Fiona, the acting captain, maintained her face of a thousand-year-old iceberg and spoke coldly.
"For the sake of the Lord, please forgive me for being late. But you know you can't buy those things in small villages. You can only take a long way to a bigger town."
Father Dawn jumped out of the car, dark eye circles hanging on his face, and yawning dejectedly. In the past three days, he had basically drank original high-concentration coffee, driving tirelessly without sleep.
.
"How is the situation now?"
He asked casually, reaching out and opening the door of the cargo box.
"Not very optimistic."
Fiona looked at the dark forest not far from here. Most of the town had been swallowed up, and they could only send away the remaining survivors despite their best efforts.
As for the people who entered the forest, whether they were priests from the Holy Church or magicians who came from all directions, they all lost their voice. If nothing unexpected happened, they should all have become nutrients for the forest.
And what's even worse is that Fu Hailin actually has the desire to take the initiative to attack. Groups of blood-sucking monsters often rush out of the forest to hunt. The stronghold is mainly set up to eliminate these guys.
"But is that Fu Hailin Anaxiu? He is really...a big guy who has surpassed monsters."
Dawn also followed Fiona's gaze towards the dark forest, and couldn't help but exclaim. Seeing the seventh ancestor of the Dead Apostles on paper and seeing it in person were two completely different feelings.
.
After all, Fu Hailin only appears once every fifty years. The last time he appeared, his father was still playing in the mud wearing crotchless pants.
"But doesn't that guy mean to leave yet?"
"Maybe it will leave when it is full."
Fiona's cold face rarely showed other expressions, and she also told a cold joke that was not too cold.
As the top one among the agents, even if she is given a small toy-like pistol, she can still use it to penetrate the temple of the Death Apostle beautifully. Her ability in close combat is even better than that of the one who is good at Bajiquan.
Kotomine Kirei is almost the same.
If we continue, it is not impossible to enter the burial facility, but Father Dawn still hopes that Fiona will not choose that path.
It would be a pity if her few joke talents disappeared. An iceberg who can tell cold jokes can still be happy to get along with. If it turned into a real iceberg, it would be a sad thing.