Quadruple split.

Chapter 329 Justice (II)

For the next few days, Little Wolf and Groy stayed in the church. As the power of the infinite water became weaker and weaker, the mutants outside gradually became restless. It is still impossible to step into the light curtain that is so thin that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but these walking corpses are not willing to leave there. Their number is increasing every day, except for the meaningless roar. Wandering around the church in a daze, accumulating desires that they never had before...

Lust for flesh and blood, lust for life.

"We should get out of here."

The boy with an increasingly embarrassing complexion has said this for countless times. His body, which is not considered strong, has become much thinner. His two pointed ears are drooping listlessly between the messy hair. The suit on his body Although the coarse cloth shirt was fairly clean, it had a faint smell of rancidity.

At the moment when living supplies are extremely tight, being able to simply wash your body is already a great luxury. Who cares if there is any strange smell on your clothes? If not every sect has a relatively abundant holy water reserve, little wolf They may have died of thirst, or contracted the plague from drinking the water from the polluted wells.

"We can't get out of here, boy."

The orc paladin gave the expected answer, threw a small cloth bag at the boy's feet, leaned on the base of the idol with his broad sword in his arms and shook his head, "Didn't you see those things outside? If you take a step here, they will swarm you and tear you apart, and of course, if you are lucky enough, you may turn into something like those monsters before you are completely dead."

Groy didn't seem to have changed much from a few days ago. Whether it was his mental state, physical fitness, appetite, and personality, he was exactly the same as usual. Except for occasionally squatting on the steps alone to drink, the painting style of this fair knight is simply amazing. He didn't waver in the slightest, he spent most of his time in the church hall with nothing to do, or he just stood at the door of the church and yelled at those mutants, even though he was yelling about 'death', 'it's over' every day. There is no such thing as a calf', but there is no such negative feeling of extinction, on the contrary, there is a sense of heartlessness.

"You will die if you go out, so won't you die if you stay here?" The little wolf dug out two pieces of bread and half a crumpled fruit from his cloth bag, his face turning bitter Chewing hard, he mumbled in a low voice: "It's better to take a gamble and see if you can escape to a safe place. I really don't know why I found you at that time. Those people have already left..."

Obviously, the 'those people' mentioned by the young man were referring to the Justice Sect priests who had acted together with Groy before.

"Maybe, they may have reached a safe place."

Groy smiled meanly, and glanced at the little wolf triumphantly: "But you who want to live only want to stay here with me, is it uncomfortable? Do you regret it later? Are you angry?"

The little wolf wrinkled his face and swallowed the astringent fruit in his mouth, then turned his head to the other side silently.

"Listen, boy."

Groy glanced at the back of the little wolf with a smile, and spread his hands, "Maybe a powerful knight commander, high priest or archbishop can take you out of this city full of monsters, but I But if you can’t do this, if you want to survive, staying here and praying is your only choice, so at least you will be safe before the power of this church completely disappears.”

"What do you mean?"

The little wolf's ears trembled, and he asked without looking back, "Why is it 'you' instead of 'us'?"

Groy grinned and said, "Idiot, although I can't take you out, but if it's only me, it's not necessarily so. Since I have a chance to survive, why should I die here with you?" ?”

The little wolf opened his mouth in astonishment, but he didn't say a word...

"In a few days, the divine power here should be completely dissipated." Groy stood up, turned and walked into the church: "Let's say goodbye then, by the way, in order to ensure that I have enough physical strength Escape from this ghost place, and your rations will be halved for the rest of the time."

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"That is to say, at noon yesterday, he knocked you unconscious in the prayer room when you were almost exhausted from hunger, and then ran away alone?" The tall humanoid creature squatted beside the little wolf, deeply Sighing deeply: "Eat slowly, I don't even have a digestive system, so I won't compete with you..."

The boy who was desperately gnawing on a piece of jerky nodded, took the water bag handed over by the other party, washed down the food stuck in his throat, and weakly whispered to the strange-looking lifesaver in front of him: "Thank you!" you."

"It should be me who said thank you, it's great to find you...so great..."

Cordoba smiled bitterly, and asked softly after a moment of silence: "That Groy, did you tell me anything else?"

The little wolf shook his head, then pointed to a small piece of parchment at his feet, his voice was a little hoarse: "No, that bastard only left this note, and you have read the content on it, what's real Justice is the justice and faith that must be defended by any means, and true courage is the axiom and oath that is willing to abandon honor and stick to it." This kind of nonsense makes me repeat silently. It's really... so ridiculous... "

Cordoba thought of the Justice Sect that the half-orc boy in front of him had described to him before, combined with what he had seen and heard some time ago, and dropped his shoulders disappointedly.

"But I know that this passage is actually the last sentence on the last page of every impartial scripture." The little wolf lowered his eyes and murmured in a low voice after eating up the food in his hands: "It is also the most common sentence for devout believers." The reason why that guy asked me to say a prayer I used was probably because I hoped that the weak prayer, which is by no means pious, would let the last trace of divine power protect me for a longer period of time."

Cordoba, who hesitated to speak, froze, and asked after a while, "What else do you know?"

The little wolf didn't answer him right away, but instead asked Cordoba, "Can you tell me the specific characteristics of those monsters called mutants?"

"What are the characteristics..."

Cordoba pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "My friend told me that although they are not completely dead, they are not considered living undead creatures. They are often transformed by those infected by the plague. Yes, strictly speaking, those people died the moment they were transformed into mutants. The monster body has no humanity, and will only attack others according to the unique impulse of low-level undead. Their physical quality They are usually several times higher than before. They are extremely sensitive to the perception of living creatures, and they will attack recklessly once they find them, but they will not respond to dead beings. The stronger the vitality of the opponent, the more violent their behavior will be. It's madness, that's about it..."

"I see. Just now you asked me what else I know, right?"

The little wolf curled up next to the pulpit, and said calmly: "There are quite a few. For example, on the second night when I came to this place, I accidentally found an ugly record in an empty room. Then I learned that when the bandit group was harassing Fair City, the Justice Church secretly dispatched a total of six paladins and thirty-two templars to raid the bandit camp hundreds of miles away, and sacrificed nearly half of them. After successfully annihilating the bandit regiment's garrison and cutting off their supplies, the vanguard of the bandits failed, and eventually had to be reduced to disbandment...

In the same record, I also discovered that a certain priest named Lott Firescale was shot through the lower abdomen by a poisoned cold arrow in order to save a reckless child on the city wall. I can get out of bed, and my strength has permanently dropped by one level. Heh, that reckless brat is probably me. No wonder that lizard was shaking so hard at that time. It turned out to be poisoned.

I also know that the team that I entangled should have been wiped out long ago, or they were planning to die at that time. I had dealt with an orc from the North half a year ago, and I know some orcs The tribe has the habit of pouring wine on the ground for their dead partners. Groy should have been drinking with those people that day. Haha, that elf priest has been lighting up his broken hammer. Is it to attract those monsters to others? Buying time?How stupid.

I also know that there is no food stock in the church at all. All those things were found by Groy sneaking out of the church every night while I was asleep. Did that idiot really think that he could hide it from the ears of wolves? , Do you really think I didn't see that he has changed his armor at least three times in the past few days? I know it all, and I know where Groy left those bloody bandages.

There is only one thing I haven't figured out before, but you have already told me the answer just now, that rogue paladin barely gave me food in the last few days, in fact, it was to make me weaker, the higher the vitality, the higher the vitality in the eyes of those monsters. The more obvious, I really don't know where he knew it, so he made me half dead before the church's divine power was about to dissipate...

It's disgusting, it's a bastard, it's a rotten person, it's... hateful! "

In the end, the young man who could no longer restrain his emotions finally burst into tears. He lay powerlessly on the cold floor, big drops of tears slid down his cheeks to the ground, the trembling sobs sounded like sobs The howling of wolves echoed in the empty church hall for a long time.

"There are so many mutants at the four city gates, even those adventurers with good skills can hardly rush out, and it will be even more difficult if you bring a child like you who has no strength at all." squatting next to the boy Cordoba hesitated for a moment, and finally patted him on the back: "I didn't find any corpses outside the city, but I saw a lot of mutants wandering out of Fair City, so... probably No one escaped, and those churches should have discovered this, so they decided to stick to the church with divine power and wait for rescue. I... I have been to the Holy Church United Chapel, City Hall, and Adventure The churches of the Raptors' Union and the Church of Dawn, Wisdom, and Law, there are many...people...sorry...if I could come earlier..."

Little Wolf looked up at the remains of several mutants at the door, and shook his head: "It's useless, even if you take me out alone, it will probably be very difficult, right?"

Cordoba was silent.

The little wolf wiped his eyes and looked up at the dimmed holy emblem of justice in the center of the hall: "The justice sect in Fair City is not too big, the number of followers is very small, and its reputation is even worse, so those Guy... At that time, he probably wanted to use himself as a bait to attract as many monsters as possible to give other churches more time to gather civilians, but now it seems that it is completely useless..."

What he said was right, the fact that the whole city was slaughtered to death had completely proved that it was useless.

In the face of extreme disasters, a small number of people or a person can save countless lives by making sacrifices. Most of these things happen in stories, but it is more realistic that most people choose to sacrifice in exchange for the lives of a few people or a few people. Some, miracles, are titles given because the probability is so low that it cannot be increased. A team of only a few dozen people uses noble sacrifices in exchange for the survival of hundreds of thousands or even the whole city. It may appear in the form of some kind of mission in the game, but in the world of innocence...

Maybe there is, but at least not here.

"I saw some... corpses wearing these badges on my way here."

Cordoba also looked up at the holy emblem, and whispered to the little wolf: "They killed at least three times as many monsters as themselves. They are very heroic and great."

The latter's shoulders twitched, and he asked in a low voice, "Then you saw..."

"Well, I think I see it."

Cordoba nodded, and stuffed a small piece of crumpled parchment into the little wolf's hand: "An orc knight, in order to convey a certain message to those who might find this place, after being fatally injured, used The giant sword pierced his chest, nailed himself to the ground and died standing there. He held this note high up until I found it. He should have guessed that mutants would not be sensitive to corpses and parchment. Interested, that's why I chose such an eye-catching way of death."

"Where did you see him?"

"A trail not far from here, judging from what I saw when I arrived, that Groy knight... should have been working hard to take the mutants here to other places during the time you were unconscious. .”

"Is it……"

The little wolf nodded slightly, tears overflowed from his severely congested eyes, and wet the note in his hand.

The above content is not sensational at all, not heroic at all, not epic at all...

Just a simple sentence:

[There is a child in the Justice Church who may still be alive, save him. 】

Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Six: The End

(End of this chapter)