Deep in the dark alley, looking at the closed wooden door in front of him, Huggins turned his head to the monk beside him: "Is this right here?"
The latter nodded and whispered: "When the Holy Order Arbitration Tribunal registers residents' identities, it needs to match the population with the residence. After checking this alley, we discovered a strange thing. The room behind the door was in the middle of the night.
People come in and out, but no one ever claims to live here."
The monk glanced at the dim alley and swallowed: "Originally, it was okay, but a few days ago, some residents said that they saw people here using supernatural powers..."
"Aren't there any registered alien species?" Huggins winked at the monk, motioning him to stay away, and then asked the successor of the investigation department beside him: "What's going on inside?"
The latter was lying on the door panel, using his perspective, eagle eye and night vision abilities at the same time to observe the space behind the door and said: "There are two people, one is sitting at the table writing something, and the other is lying on the bed memorizing something.
They sleep facing the door and cannot see their faces. There are weapons around them and they are wearing hard leather armor."
Huggins drew his sword, raised his shield, made a gesture, and asked his subordinates behind him to follow him, and then kicked open the door violently.
Along with the deafening door panel shattering, several curses and yells came from the room almost at the same time.
Before Huggins could shout out the words to persuade him to surrender, accompanied by the roar of the wind, a mud ball with a diameter of 30 centimeters drew a curve in the air and hit Huggins' shield heavily.
The huge kinetic energy dented the iron shield, and the broken stones and soil scattered in all directions, splattering on the knights' sergeants, causing chaos.
Huggins looked out from the gap in the shield. The alien who was sitting at the table writing a letter stretched his hand into the floor of the room. The slate and soil seemed to melt and solidify into a hot knife.
A ball of earth was smashed here. Another alien also climbed up from the bed. It was a man with a pale face and a haggard body. He did not pick up a weapon or join the fight, but cut with a dagger.
He opened his palm and let the blood drip onto the ground.
Huggins' natural combat intuition made him realize that the aliens throwing earth balls were only disrupting his own line of sight, and the real threat must come from the man releasing blood.
"Crossbowman! Aim at the person behind!"
Thanks to the daily training of the Muxi Knights, the order issued by Huggins was immediately implemented.
The sergeants aimed their weapons, which had already been loaded with crossbow arrows, at the target, and pressed the triggers one after another.
The alien who used earth to attack roared and thrust his hands into the earth. The earth melted at his fingertips and solidified into a shield, blocking the crossbow bolts and blocking all possible attack angles.
These two alien species have received strict military training and combat cooperation...
Such thoughts flashed through Huggins' mind, and the knight jumped up and charged towards the enemy.
The blood of the withered man gradually gathered into a small pool of blood at his feet, and he was heard to say something to the other person. The alien who used the earth ball to attack nodded, and knelt down on one knee to kill a man mixed with blood and earth.
The ball was thrown into the middle of the intruder.
The earth ball hit the ground and exploded, blood stains and dust mixed together, forming a sheet of light red smoke.
During the charge, Huggins inhaled this smoke and dust in his nasal cavity, and his figure suddenly froze. His head felt as if he was drunk, his hands and feet were heavy and he could not control his movements, and scenes of horrific hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes.
The sergeant closest to the center of the bloody smoke turned red, and let out a dull growl. After a moment, he waved the weapon in his hand as if going crazy, attacking everything that moved around him.
Soon, this violent emotion spread through the team like a prairie fire. The comrades who had been drinking and chatting together yesterday were suddenly facing each other with swords and swords.
The haggard man, who had lost a lot of blood, looked sluggish and walked unsteadily. He grabbed his companion who still wanted to fight, pointed outside the door, then pointed to the ground, and shouted something anxiously. A puller in the corner of the room
The door was opened by the two of them, revealing an emergency escape passage leading underground.
Seeing that the enemy was planning to escape, Huggins used all his strength and staggered towards the enemy. His blurred vision and consciousness forced him to take the most extreme method to gain a moment of calm.
Reversing the sword, Huggins used the sharp blade to slowly cut his own throat. A large amount of blood washed through the respiratory tract and spurted out from the wound. The pain that was deliberately not suppressed made the knight's consciousness slightly clearer.
Some.
Looking at the two enemies at the escape hatch, Huggins threw the sword into the air and caught it again. Then he used a javelin attack and threw it out with all his strength.
With the maximum power of the keel, coupled with the instantaneous explosive power caused by the pain, the long sword was like a silver meteor, hitting heavily on the stone-throwing alien species that had not had time to enter the tunnel, and then smashed through the wall, leaving no trace of the remaining force.
It was so small that it flew outside the room.
The enemy who suffered a heavy blow had a bloody hole in his chest and back. He fell to the ground without even a wailing cry. The other alien looked at what was happening in front of him in disbelief, and then took a deep look.
Kings finally disappeared into the tunnel.
As the blood mist slowly settled and became ineffective, the soldiers of the Muxi Knights gradually regained their composure from the frenzy. People looked at the blood in their hands and their comrades on the ground, and cried and howled. There were several bodies scattered on the ground.
Bodies, blood and severed limbs can be seen everywhere, and everyone has some kind of wound.
Thanks to the regeneration ability, the wound on Huggins' throat gradually healed, but the weakness and weakness caused by the blood frenzy forced him to sit on the ground, breathing heavily.
After a short rest, Huggins counted the number of people. The huge losses almost made him unable to believe his eyes - six people were killed. All the dead died in the chaos and died under the swords of their own people. Here
Even including a melee successor, regeneration and metal skin abilities, it could not stop the sharp blade driven by the dragon bone from a fatal blow to the head.
"Heavenly Father! There are only two people on the other side!" Huggins slowly took off his helmet and let the keel parasite's joints flex and twist above his head. The knight's face was pale and his expression was dejected: "How should I deal with Tuo?
Lord De, explain all this..."
Who are these two damn bastards?
With such questions, Huggins sighed and observed everything in the room as he walked, trying to find some valuable information. Finally, he focused on the alien who was killed before he could escape.
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After rummaging through the deceased's body, Huggins found a hand-drawn map and an unfinished letter in addition to some coins. The map marked the headquarters of the Knights, a biochemical factory, and a church.
Information about important buildings in Muxi Town, and the letter contained this paragraph:
It was necessary to temporarily shelve the mission in Muxi Town. We received news that a more serious rebellion occurred at the Relief Society. Lord Jerome decided that he would lead 31, 34 and 55 to the Relief Society, while 86 and I stayed at the stronghold.
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Huggins looked at the map and letter again and again to make sure nothing was missing. He turned the body over with his hands, his face down and his back to the sky. He tore open the damaged clothes and wiped the blood on the back with a cloth. He saw a picture
Weird tattoos.
A lifelike eagle was tattooed on the back of the deceased. The outer outline was made of special red ink, and the inner lines were made of a strange gold thread. The latter was hand-sewn and deeply embedded in the skin, forming a