A carriage drove silently from the quiet river forest road south of Amelia to the Holy Land, the Vatican.
However, the driver noticed a sentry post in the distance. He planned to stop the carriage and change its route, but it was already too late.
"Stop." When the driver saw the sentry post, the guard on the other side of the sentry post naturally noticed the carriage and called the carriage over from a distance: "Who are you? Where is this carriage going?"
"Sir," the driver was a handsome red-haired boy, who even looked a bit like a young man. He hid the small half of his face above his forehead under the shadow of his hood, approached the sentry post like this, and replied happily: "
We are just small traders, and the carriage is transporting goods to Borgo Rosse. They are just vegetables."
"Oh?" The guards glanced inside the carriage, and sure enough, there were baskets of fruits and vegetables inside, and there were also several civilians, old and young, sitting inside.
"But haven't you heard that martial law has been imposed near the Vatican area?" the guard continued, with a serious look on his face: "Unless there is a special order from the church, you are not allowed to go near this area for any reason, let alone go to Bor.
Gorosa is gone."
"But, sir, it bothers me that you are like this," the red-haired boy replied, "We are just working part-time, transporting the goods from the Chamber of Commerce to designated places. If there is no inflow of fruit and vegetables for a long time, Borgo Rosse will
Aren’t the people in the country also troubled?"
The soldier smacked his lips and said irritably: "I don't care about you. If it doesn't work, it won't work. If you want to pass here, you can go back to the caravan and apply for a special order from the church!"
"Can't you, is it convenient?" The red-haired boy made a gesture of shaking hands with the guard, but actually there was a silver coin hidden in his palm.
"Well -" the other party showed a deep expression, and after a few seconds, he stretched out his hand to shake hands with the young man and said: "That's okay. We haven't seen this carriage today. You went to Borgo Rosse by taking other forest paths, you know.
Is it done?"
"Yes. I understand, thank you, sir." The young man nodded.
"Then, you go over there." The guards let go of the roadblock and allowed the carriage to pass.
The young man hesitated for half a second, but he still drove the carriage through the roadblocks.
Just when the carriage passed the roadblock and happened to be in the middle of the six guards, the guards suddenly drew their guns, and without a word, they pointed their guns into the carriage and stabbed them.
Zazazazazaza! After a series of punctures, the carriage made of rough wood was in a mess.
"An ordinary small caravan can actually give me a silver coin to bribe me? Who are you kidding?" The leading guard said fiercely: "Anyone who disobeys military orders will be executed. No matter who you are, you should die!"
"Hey." The young man driving the carriage sighed: "Is there no way to avoid it? Another killing."
Just as the other guards rushed towards the boy with their guns, intending to assassinate the red-haired boy with their spears, the boy also jumped out of the car and disappeared without a trace in a flash.
"One." The young man said coldly, appearing behind one of the guards. A strange purple crystal cone had penetrated the soldier's back from behind and emerged from the chest near the heart.
"What--!"
"Two." Before the other guard could react, the boy used the same crystal sharp awl to pierce the other guard's throat from the front.
The other four guards were shocked and began to move together, holding guns on guard. They were holding spears that were ten feet long. For ordinary people, as long as four or more soldiers hold spears of this length,
Compensating for each other's deficiencies in their respective reactions is usually enough to prevent any opponent from getting close, and they will be stabbed to death by the spear array before they get close.
For ordinary people, that's it.
But the red-haired boy sneered and seemed to accept the challenge happily. He had more and better long-distance attack methods at his disposal, but he accepted the opponent's challenge head-on and rushed towards the four people who formed the "gun array" with all his strength.
guard.
The eyesight of the four guards is actually not bad, and they are using the fastest speed they can use to capture the young man's figure. However, the young man is like an elusive shadow that is shaking back and forth, not only rushing towards the opponent at full speed,
There were also many dizzying afterimages separated horizontally. For a while, the guards couldn't see clearly which of the afterimages was the boy's true body.
When the boy got close enough, the guards had no choice but to thrust out with their spears. Each of them chose a shadow as the target of attack, hoping that one of the four spears would be able to hit him.
Unfortunately, none of them were hit. Because all the phantoms were illusions, the boy's true body had already circled behind the four guards and swiped horizontally with his sword!
The four heads fell to the ground at the same time. They were about the same height and stood closely together, thinking that they could take care of each other. Of course, as soon as they lost power, they all lost power, and one of them died.
After the four guards were killed instantly, the red-haired boy summoned the same purple crystal cone from nowhere and pierced the chests of the guards one by one.
Their bodies soon fell to the ground limply, and then after dozens of seconds, they slowly got up, picked up their heads from the ground, and put them back on their necks.
Whether they put the wrong head on the wrong body is anyone's guess.
"It's solved. Are you not hurt?" Arthur snorted and shouted into the carriage.
"Everyone is fine." Verne stuck his head out and said, "The spear didn't penetrate deeply, it was just a few random shots. It's easy to hide."
"That's good." Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the illusion spell on his body, and returned to his original appearance as a blond boy.
As a result, although Xiaoxing's illusion skills were able to cleverly deceive the guards, Arthur's acting skills were still not up to par and he was unable to resolve the matter peacefully. Arthur glanced at the guards who had turned into undead warriors and felt
The church guards are actually quite dedicated.
"The carriage is in such a state of dilapidation, what should we do next?" Bayoletta jumped out of the carriage and asked: "With this look, it is basically impossible to enter the town without arousing suspicion, right?"
Indeed. Arthur frowned: "We can only turn back the way we came."
"Again? How many times!" Bayoletta began to be dissatisfied: "Why has it been like this these past few days? I push forward, encounter obstacles and turn back the same way, find another way to advance, and encounter obstacles again.
Turn back. If you continue like this, you will never reach the Vatican?"
"Do you think so?" Arthur smiled and patted the shoulder of the guard who had turned into an undead warrior. The undead warrior had completely become Arthur's ally and walked back obediently to stand guard.
The original sentry posts were even rearranged.
They had indeed encountered many obstacles before this, and had been blocked by such sentry posts no less than ten times in a row along the way. Unable to defeat Arthur's fierce attack, the guards at the sentry post naturally turned into undead warriors.
Arthur and the others adopted a "roundabout" tactic. Instead of driving the carriage straight to the Vatican, they slowly explored the surrounding area around the Vatican and continued to dismantle these sentry posts. These seemingly meaningless actions at first glance had a profound impact on the church.
A lot of damage was caused there. Not only were the church's dozens of outposts destroyed, but the guards who turned into undead warriors and entrenched themselves near the outposts would even cause even greater killings.
Specifically for church people.
"So," Joey Zuster curiously poked the hand of one of the undead warriors and asked, "Are they really dead? Are they just arranged here like this? Aren't they going to randomly attack passers-by?"
"They are set to only react to people wearing the armor of the Pope Knights and Order Crusaders. They will not attack other people." Arthur replied: "I was in Veitnala before this, Ah.
There are more than a dozen groups of these [Necromancers] set up near Melia and Terni. If the church's troops pass by, it will definitely cause considerable chaos to them. If they fight, they have to go over there.
If we mobilize our troops, the defense of the Holy Land will become relatively weak."
Then Arthur and his party will have an opportunity to take advantage of it.
"Despite this, it shouldn't be enough, right?" Old Zuster walked out of the carriage. Over the past few days, he had almost recovered from his illness and recovered most of his physical strength. He looked rosy and energetic: "You should
Waiting for some opportunity, right?"
"Yes." Arthur replied while repairing the damaged carriage.
That opportunity is naturally the time for the "Saint Faction" to launch a large-scale attack on the Holy Land. Arthur knows that the "Saint Faction" in France will launch large-scale operations in the near future in an attempt to rescue Joan of Arc in the Holy Land. But
He didn't know when the "Saint Faction" would take action, so he could only wait patiently for the opportunity. This was also the reason why the group of them took detours around the Vatican but never went deep into the Vatican.
They only have one chance to attack. If they don't succeed, they will fail. Therefore, any opportunity that increases the chance of success must be fully utilized.
"But even if a certain faction attacks the church and gives us an opportunity to take advantage of it, how will Lord Aslan know the news?" Old Zust asked.
"Huhu." Arthur smiled mysteriously and did not answer. This matter naturally cannot be understood by people of this era, but Arthur can know it. Merlin is his best spy, and now he is sending Merlin to investigate the Vatican
Every move in the port cities outside the country. Even if there is any disturbance, Merlin will let Arthur know immediately. The King of Knights cannot miss the perfect opportunity to attack the Vatican. In this era, the communication conditions are extremely poor and the intelligence transmission ability is backward, but
King Arthur is not from this era. He wants to make full use of his own advantages to fight an intelligence war.
"It seems that you have already planned it, so I won't say anything more." Old Zuster sighed: "It is really an evil way to use the undead to fight. But now in order to fight against the church, this is the only way.
"
"Do you have any better suggestions?" Arthur tested the old Zuster's tone.
The old man looked at the scenery in the distance, focusing on the towering Korno Mountain: "Without affecting your battle plan, is there a way for us to take a detour to Korno Mountain? I have something I want to give you.
have a look."
"Okay." Arthur estimated that the trip to Mount Korno would only take about half a day, and the round trip would definitely not take more than a day. And if there is news from Merlin, Arthur will usually be informed two or three days in advance. Okay
Planning an attack on the Vatican. Taking a detour to Mount Corno should give you plenty of time.
"But, can you tell me first what is there?" Arthur asked.
"There is - [Shadow]." The old man replied ambiguously.