Chapter 575 The Gravekeeper’s Substitute and the Gray Lock at Blackmoya Cemetery
"So this is what happened. It's really interesting."
After "gentle" questioning, Barter finally told everything he knew, and then was knocked unconscious by Sister Yin Ermiya.
"I still want to complete that old magic ritual. I'm so evil. But the funniest thing is that King Arthur's body ran away."
Sister Ermia smiled wildly, and some indescribable part was trembling up and down. Priest Fernand subconsciously looked away and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Then what should we do? It seems a bit laborious to negotiate with them. Judging from my more than ten years of work experience, dealing with fanatics is the most annoying thing."
"What should I do? Is this difficult to do?"
Sister Yin Ermiya stopped laughing, and her whole person seemed to become colder.
"Since they are heretics and there is a possibility of threatening the church, let's just kill them once and for all."
"Isn't that bad? After all, resurrecting King Arthur or something like that is simply impossible."
Priest Fernand's face was dripping with sweat. After all, he had lived here for more than ten years and knew that the villagers here were not really heretics in nature. They just blindly worshiped King Arthur and pursued a dream that could never be realized.
dream.
In his eyes, these villagers were just pitiable, but not yet to the point where they had to be eliminated.
And that girl named Gray... He also had an impression of that girl.
When her face changed strangely, she reported it to the church, and then Sister Ermia was dispatched.
It's just that he has never regretted it, because this is his job as a priest, and it is necessary to report abnormal things to the church, but he also feels guilty towards Gray in his heart, if it hadn't been for him
, maybe that girl’s life will be easier.
So when he knew that Gray had escaped from the village, he felt happy in his heart. He couldn't help but watch a young girl die because of a foolish ritual.
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"Tsk——"
Sister Ermia smacked her lips and looked at Priest Fernand with a slight frown. Priest Fernand, who was usually so kind, looked at her abnormally and did not look down on her.
"Okay, okay, you are the one who talks here, so I will listen to you."
After about a few seconds, Sister Ermia looked away, spread her hands, and spoke casually.
"It is also excellent to resolve this matter without harming their lives, because the Lord also warns us to cherish every life. Even if they are heretics, they can believe in our Lord."
Priest Fernand made a distorted cross shape on his chest, and then the harmless and warm smile of the past appeared on his round face again.
"Okay, let's act quickly, otherwise we will have to stay up late today. Staying up late is a big enemy for the skin."
Sister Yin Ermia moved her body, and the thin gray armor and stomach emerged, covering her limbs.
Several rays of purple electricity emitted from the surface of the armor's stomach. They were some kind of curse body assembled inside. The effect of these ancient pieces of paper could be seen through the gaps.
This is the equipment with the same name as the Black Key. It is also the standard equipment used by the agents of the Templar Church. Its name is Gray Lock.
It is a conceptual weapon that is usually disguised as ordinary gloves and boots, but its true form can be revealed by sliding the set piece of paper. It is considered to be much easier to operate than the black keys, and most agents will choose it as their own equipment.
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Of course, although it is more convenient to operate, its power cannot be underestimated.
"Let's formulate a battle plan first. After all, there are only two of us. The opponent is dozens of times stronger than us."
"What's the use of a battle plan?"
Sister Yin Ermiya suddenly asked,
"No matter how sophisticated the plan is, it can't produce combat effectiveness out of thin air, and..."
She looked Priest Fernand up and down, the corners of her mouth raised slightly,
"You just need to find a safe place to hide and don't cause trouble to me."
Priest Fernand wiped his sweat sarcastically. Although Sister Ermia's words were very sharp, in fact they were true. As a priest, his fighting ability was basically zero, and looking at his figure, he didn't look like him at all.
They are those martial clergymen.
"But I can still help. There are skeleton soldiers there, and my baptism chant can also help you, otherwise it will be bad for you to be entangled."
"Well, if you insist on insisting, then take more care of yourself."
Sister Ermia curled her lips, then bowed her body slightly. After a short period of accumulating strength, she shot out like an arrow, leaving Priest Fernand far behind in an instant.
Priest Fernand was dumbfounded when he saw the purple thunder remaining in the air. He could only move his legs hard and follow as hard as he could.
After running a few steps, he grinned, feeling that this speed was not as fast as rolling down.
"Forget it, after this is over, I will definitely lose weight."
He muttered, then wiped his sweat and used all his strength to catch up again.
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At Sister Yirmia's speed, it didn't even take two minutes to reach the temple in front of the swamp. There were villagers guarding the entrance to the temple.
There were about six or seven of them, each holding an old ax or a hoe, and they were staring closely at Sister Ermia who suddenly appeared. The rest of them were probably not here because they were all looking for Gray.
Relying on the gray locks and her own well-honed combat skills, Sister Yirmia did not take these villagers seriously at all.
They are just a bunch of rabble. If I want to get rid of them, it won't even take a minute.
On the contrary, it will take more effort to kill them by mistake.
"Sister Ermia, what are you doing here?"
The eldest grandma walked out shakily. She was wearing the traditional dress of her village. Her slender body was almost weighed down by the heavy and gorgeous clothes.
She stared at Sister Ermia with hostile eyes and her voice was hoarse, like a crow in the cemetery.
"Oh~~ shouldn't you know?"
Sister Ermia crossed her arms, whistled, and spoke casually.
The grandma's face became serious, and the surrounding villagers also took a few steps forward, vaguely surrounding her, and seemed to be ready to take action at any time.
"Tsk tsk - I should say you are courageous, or you are ignorant."
Sister Yin Ermia moved her palms, and tiny purple thunderbolts emerged and wrapped around her arms and fists.
"Of course it doesn't matter anymore. Come on together. I'm too lazy to waste time on you."