"I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions, and to overcome all the power of the enemy. Nothing can harm you."
In the dark night, someone seemed to be whispering.
Price could barely hear all this, it was words from the Gospel.
Before the rise of steam technology, the Holy Evangelical Papal State ruled the Western world. They provoked disputes and wars on the land in the name of God. With the power of faith, the Templar Crusaders traveled across the islands and continents, destroying cities wherever their cavalry went.
People die.
Under the will of God, they carried out the divine right until Yin Erweg won the Glorious War and the steam engine shattered all faith. Under the leap of technology, the conservative Holy Gospel Papal State and the countries with steam technology formed a
There is a huge military gap, and this belief can no longer rule anyone.
Despite this, the influence of the Evangelical Church on various countries still exists. After all, Old Dunling was originally established by the Romans, and most people still maintain their awe and belief in it. They whisper together, and the gathered prayers form a torrent.
Officer Price was kneeling on the ground at this moment. He was a little confused about everything tonight.
The police chief summoned all the people a few hours ago. He didn't know what happened. He only knew that this was the first such huge police attack in Suyalan Hall in recent years. He thought it was some secret operation, and he had even made preparations for it.
They were prepared to die in battle, but when a large number of mounted police arrived, what was waiting for them was the Royal Guards.
Pres rarely saw this group of soldiers wearing red cloaks. During the Glorious War, they were Yin Erweg's trump cards. Rumor has it that their cloaks were originally black, but the enemy's blood dyed them red, making them afraid of them.
Their enemies called them the Red Shirts.
The sound of iron boots struck the ground, and the clear iron sound echoed in everyone's ears. A resident who lived not far from Xiacheng District opened his window. He wanted to scold these people who woke him up, but he could look out
When I looked up, I found that it was pitch black like never before.
The red-clothed Imperial Guards sealed off the entire underground palace and its surroundings. They raised their firearms to form walls of cannons. In order to prevent irrelevant people from seeing this place and causing accidents, the Mechanical Institute cut off all traffic in this area dozens of minutes ago.
The electricity, the lights went out, and the darkness completely separated people from the dirty secret.
There was no resistance, and in fact there was no need to resist. The Royal Guards were controlled by the mounted police before they could figure out the situation. So a group of mounted policemen from Suryalan Hall had all their weapons confiscated and knelt in the cold of Old Dunling.
Night.
Something must have happened tonight. It was extremely quiet everywhere. Apart from the sound of iron boots, the only sounds left were everyone's breathing and the murmur of prayers.
Suddenly someone among the mounted police stood up, and several Guards soldiers pointed their guns directly at him. It was a weapon that Pres had never seen before. It must be a secret product of the Mechanical Institute, but he didn't look much.
Clearly, the more you know, the sooner you will die.
"I am Sheriff Donas of Suryalan Hall, and I have the authority to meet with your person in charge!"
It was Sheriff Donas. He couldn't bear this anymore, so he roared angrily, but what was waiting for him was a heavy blow from the butt of his rifle. These soldiers didn't care about his identity at all.
"Chief Donners?"
Someone said tentatively in the darkness. As he tilted his head, in pain, Donas saw the man walking out of the darkness.
It was an outfit that Donas had never seen before. The dark cloak had gorgeous textures on the edges. The sword and gun were both models that had never been seen before, but judging from the complicated craftsmanship, it must be an excellent killing weapon.
There was a strange smell on his body, not that it was unpleasant, but familiar and pungent. It took Donas a long time to remember that it was the smell of sulfur.
"Hello, I'm the person in charge here."
It was an exquisite mask, but due to the darkness of his field of vision, Donas couldn't see what it looked like.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
Sheriff Donas cursed angrily, as a police chief he had never received such treatment, but obviously his words were of no use. The iron boots kicked him hard in the abdomen, and Donas huddled on the ground in pain.
"I want you to recognize two facts Sheriff."
The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the police sergeant. The man's expression was very casual, as if he would fire in the next second.
"The first fact is, if it weren't for the fact that you have too many mounted police officers, we don't want to leave the police force of Su Yalan Hall empty, otherwise according to the procedures, you will all die tonight."
The muzzle of the gun was pressed against Donas' head, and he twisted hard, causing him to groan in pain. Seeing the sergeant being treated like this, the other mounted police wanted to take action, but the soldiers directly moved the muzzle towards them.
.
"Second fact, we have the right to shoot anyone tonight."
Raising the muzzle of the gun, the man looked at his watch. The time was almost up, and he shouted loudly.
"Block their ears and cover their eyes. They won't be able to see what comes next."
Press was moved without any resistance. The soldiers did not expect to encounter this group of mounted policemen tonight. They could only drive them to the other side of the darkness, blindfolded their eyes and plugged their ears, but when they arrived at Press
The man suddenly stopped the action and ordered the soldiers to bring Price over.
"What's your name officer?"
The man looked at the outer city behind him, as if waiting for something.
"Pres Leilana, sir."
Price didn't dare to neglect this man. After all, even his boss would beat him up if asked, let alone himself.
"My name is Kestrel."
Kestrel turned his head and said, the eyes under the oily red mask looked at Pres. Pres knew very well that this was just a code name, but he didn't understand why the man in front of him told him.
"Take it and protect your colleagues."
It was the same firearm as the Guards soldiers. It was heavy and different from other firearms that Pres had used.
"Why... why me."
Preiss had many things he wanted to ask, such as how could he have any chance of protecting himself with such a powerful group of guards, but when it came to his mouth, he could only say this dryly.
"Hmm... maybe it's because of your kindness, or maybe it's the police chief that I don't understand you. Now don't be stunned. If you can, I hope you can pretend that you haven't seen everything next, okay?"
Kestrel said but then remembered something and added.
"'Loss of control' may also occur among that group of mounted policemen. If possible, I need you to kill your colleagues if necessary...or yourself."
"What's the meaning……"
Price didn't understand, and he had more doubts. At the same time, the sacred voice of prayer became more intense, and the mysterious religious feeling covered every inch of the land here.
"Knowing that these things come at a price, it's better you don't know."
Kestrel didn't want to say anything more, it seemed that the conversation just now was just a whim.
As Kestrel finished speaking, the situation did not give Pres a chance to ask more questions, and the sound of a high-pitched whistle came from the distance.
Logically speaking, there should not be a steam tram now, but it actually appeared, and the blazing light cut through the darkness at the end of the fog.
It was at a galloping speed, with howling wind. When it passed in front of Pres's eyes, he briefly saw the appearance of the steam tram clearly.
The heavy armor loaded on the dark surface, the overall model is far larger than any steam tram that Price has ever seen. This is the real iron snake passing through the defense line with the desire to kill, followed by more whistles
It sounded, roaring from the mist, like the sound of thousands of galloping horses neighing.
For a moment, Price had a strange illusion. The guards in front of him were not the protagonists tonight. Those iron snakes that he had never seen before, walking slowly from the dark night, were the real protagonists.
So as they submerged into the darkness of the lower city, the roaring sound of cannons and firelight descended, and the whole earth trembled, as if there were some huge monsters fighting in the darkness.
…
Just like the Shrike's paradise, the underground palace was also built under ruins. Remember, it was originally a tall and majestic building. Unfortunately, it was covered by enemy artillery fire during the Glorious War, and even this building in the wilderness was not spared.
Soldiers dressed like kestrels guarded every place near the underground palace. Their silent and cold guns pointed in the direction of the underground palace.
Shrike has been wandering around in the lower city for so long. I don’t know where he got the original design of the underground palace. Several exits have been filled with heavy troops. Those heavy troops are the first line of defense, followed by soldiers scattered around, and
The Praetorian Guards on the periphery.
"So you want to enter the scene in person? Your duty should be to direct from outside, and I should be the one to go."
Shrike objected to Galahad's suggestion of personally entering the underground palace to search for Eve. At this moment, the operation was about to begin. The two of them were on the main battlefield at the gate of the underground palace. It was predicted that this place would receive the most ferocious impact.
"No, time is running out. We must launch an attack when they arrive."
"So you want to rescue people and come out in such a short period of time? You know our process very well. You will die in our hands, and in order to completely eliminate you, you may not even be able to leave your body."
Shrike was full of distrust of Galahad's words.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Galahad said angrily.
Silence greeted him. In fact, Shrike didn't know what to do. That bastard Lorenzo was a very useful sword. It was so useful that if you told him the target, he would solve it cleanly.
, but this same sword can also easily get out of control. You never know what trouble will be caused in the next second, just like now.
Fortunately, the bad night did not intend to let the two of them get entangled in this. It directly gave its answer, and an extremely cold chill hit the two of them.
It's hard to describe that feeling. It was like protection from biological instincts. The two people's breathing became heavy for a moment, and the emotion called fear rose from the bottom of their hearts. They looked at each other, and then the piercing siren sounded.
Ringing through the night.
It was a ticking sound with extremely high frequency, coming from everyone. As time went by, the frequency became more and more concentrated until it finally turned into a long and piercing sound.
That is a Geiger counter. It is a complex mechanical product, and its function is to detect radiation indices that are difficult for ordinary people to observe, and determine the distance of the target position based on the frequency of warnings. At this moment, the indicator is constantly rising and finally breaks through the critical value.
, the blood-red light illuminates everything.
Everyone knew what this meant. Without too many arguments or words, the bullets were loaded and the artillery was ready. Without any hesitation, the overwhelming shells directly covered the surface of the entire underground palace. This was a purge operation, and the purge mechanism did not need to be used.
Anyone alive, as for Eve, in their opinion Eve's life ended when the alarm sounded.
This is the iron law of the purification mechanism, and it is also the reason why they can fight against those demons with their mortal bodies to this day.
"Attention all units, the reality distortion anomaly has appeared, start taking action, no one except us can leave alive tonight!"
As Galahad's roar echoed in the channel, the sacred light fell on the ruins, everything was reflected brightly, and all the darkness was expelled, like a land favored by God. That was the support from the night sky,
The huge steel whale slowly swam in the clouds, its light shining like a sharp sword thrown by a god.
There was a smelly smell of blood and an unknown smell coming from the exit in front of him. Galahad waved his arm directly, and countless firelights lit up in front of the flamethrower. They were rows of soldiers, wearing heavy fireproof clothing, their bodies
It was completely covered with only a pair of lenses left to observe the outside world, and heavy breathing came from the gas mask.
Those are arsonists. They are the most terrifying nightmare in the attack on underground facilities. The modified flamethrower and large-capacity fuel backpack from the Mechanical Institute can sustain high-temperature combustion for dozens of minutes. The blazing fire will burn out the underground.
All the air in the space then acts like an oven, burning the enemy underground.
More soldiers set up spears behind them. The only weaknesses of the arsonists were their inconvenience in movement and fragile protection. In order to isolate them from the high temperature, their fire-proof suits were extremely bulky. Only with the protection of these soldiers could they ensure that they would not be missed.
Fish are killed at close range.
This is a city wall that works closely together. A slight gap will cause the entire wall to collapse.
"Did you hear that? Galahad."
Shrike has already set up his strange silver-white spear, his finger is lightly pressed on the trigger, his eyes are solemn and cautious.
It was the sound coming from the dark entrance in front of them, the rapid steps and hoarse whispers. It seemed that a crowd was fleeing in panic towards this place. They were about to escape from the darkness underground, but what awaited them was not a new life of repentance but a new life.
The fire that destroys everything.
"Remember our plan, there was a fuel explosion in Xiacheng District tonight, causing the underground palace to collapse... No one survived."
Galahad's voice was cold, and he was executing orders like a machine. It was completely different from the heroic image he had just tried to save Eve.
So countless twisted figures rushed out of the darkness with a rotting smell. They no longer looked like humans. Their ferocious and mutated makeup looked like the weird things recorded in ancient books. I remember that people called them that at that time.
.
demon.
Therefore, the dark iron snake came from afar with the roaring wind. The huge inertia caused dazzling sparks to be set off at the intersection of the wheels and the rails when decelerating and braking. Then the heavy iron armor was lifted one by one, and the deep and distant prayers were heard.
Echoing in everyone's communicator.
"Be sober and watchful, for your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith."
The iron door popped open instantly, hot steam surged up, and in the endless white tide the man walked into the battlefield in a whisper.