Blood tax

Chapter 233 Roland Wants a Peaceful Life

Bessarius replied: "The price? Just lure Roland to me. It's not a bad price. If you don't agree, you will die here."

Griffith sat up from the ground and was silent for a while: "It sounds like I have nothing to choose."

"That's right, if you don't agree, you will die," Bessarius shouted, "Then you accept my terms?"

Hearing this, Griffith looked up: "No, I refuse."

These simple words made Bessarius stunned for a while, and then flew into a rage.

"Stupid worm, I'm going to cut your meat piece by piece and fry it." It flashed a hot blade, stepped into the river, and licked Griffith's face with amazing heat, even if it was The distance of a small river leaves burning wounds.

"There are three reasons," Griffith said calmly, looking at the approaching monster, "First, I don't believe what you said is true.

"Secondly, this is not my real body.

"Thirdly, when I was lying on the ground just now, I heard that my reinforcements are coming."

As soon as Griffith finished speaking, Bessarius chopped off with the blade of fire.Griffith who was hit was instantly wiped out, but his real figure was revealed farther away.

Bessarius was about to give chase when a knight galloping like lightning suddenly appeared on the grass.Surrounded by golden light, he passed by as quickly as a shadow, grabbed Griffith who was fleeing and threw him on the horse, turned around and ran back.

"Roland?" Bessarius couldn't believe it at first, but he quickly fell into ecstasy, "Hahaha! There's no way out of hell for you to cast! I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

It fought furiously, chasing closely at an astonishing speed, attracting meteors and fire rain along the way, trying to cut off Roland's retreat.

"Why did you come so fast? His target is you, Knight Roland!" Griffith looked at the monster chasing him panting, "He wants to use me as a bait to lure you out and kill him!"

"Me too!" Roland, who was galloping wildly, glanced back at him, "Me too, Griffith!"

They galloped for a while and came to a horseshoe-shaped hill.Seeing that Bessarius was getting closer and closer, Roland grabbed Griffith and rolled him to the ground, then took out a whistle and blew it vigorously.

Immediately there was a thunder-like loud noise from all around.The tall body of Bessarius who was following them suddenly trembled.Dense black lead pellets roared past, bombarding its burly body head-on.

It staggered to a halt, staring at its own chest in disbelief.On the chest that was harder than metal, there were many large sunken holes.

Continuous loud noises rang out one after another, and the storm-like shotgun shells covered from all directions, making dense crackling sounds on Bessarius' body.The demon twitched, and a dark green liquid flowed out of its ferocious mouth.The flames that wrapped hooves, horns, and wrists dimmed.

At a position about 200 meters in front of it, 12 black-sun cannons scattered in a ring shape appeared impressively.Next to the gun mounts were discarded twigs and straws for concealment, and the ammunition boxes were neatly piled up.

The officers wearing straw hats and straw clothes ordered to the artillery positions around them:
"Reliable comrades continue to speak, shot volley!"

Galadia and Sonia nervously stopped by the cannon: "Wait, Griffith and Roland Knight are still there!"

"It's okay, they can just lie down," the officer said, "Knight Roland said that the chance of being hit after lying down is only less than [-]%!"

"Crack!" A piece of shotgun shattered the running horse.

The tall figure of Bessalius was the best target. It appeared gleamingly in an open space with no obstruction to its sight, and there was no cover at all, and it immediately fell into the rain of bullets from all directions.

The continuous bombardment made a rolling roar, and threw waves of lead bullets at Bessarius.It opened a huge energy shield in front of it, and the bombardment of the projectiles caused bursts of crimson ripples on it, making it impossible to break through the shield.

The dense bombardment sent out tremors that shook the earth, and Griffith hid his head under a mound of soil, watching the dense lead bullets roaring past his head.He began to dig a hole desperately so that he could hide deeper.

"It's such a hard shield, Carter should be able to load solid bullets," Roland watched the results of the shelling, touched the weapon at his waist, turned and said to Griffith, "Its shield is not endless. I The infantry will also spread out and surround it from all sides. When its shields are fully consumed, I will finish him."

The militiamen in Qimin Town immediately waved their flags, and hundreds of soldiers armed with muskets were divided into several groups, and they turned around to both sides under the leadership of officers and sergeants.

The artillerymen quickly scrubbed the barrel, took out the heavy shells and loaded them into the barrel.At the same time, Bessarius, under continuous bombardment, moved into action and charged the artillery positions.

Its heavy body trampled on the ground, making a frightening loud noise.At this moment, a huge iron ball flew over in the air, heading in front of it.

The iron ball doesn't seem to be fast, and it even gives people a feeling that it can be knocked down with a stick.However, when the shell hit the red shield, Bessarius also trembled.

The solid shield shattered into pieces like glass, turning into crystal dust and scattering away.Immediately afterwards, more iron balls and shotguns swept towards Bessarius' body, setting off a bloody storm.

"You lowly worm! You dare to offend my majesty, you are asking for your own death."

Bessarius frantically summoned meteorites, and the terrifying rain of fire covered the two artillery positions in an instant, setting off a series of explosions.However, its body was also severely injured, and even the evil crystal was hit by a lead bullet, making an astonishingly loud noise.

Even, thin gray lines appeared tens of meters away around it.Several teams of musketeers fired at it in scattered formation.

The impenetrable attack continued until the entire hill was shrouded in gunpowder smoke, and the militiamen in Qiming Town stopped.

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The unstoppable Bessarius has become a pile of rotten meat.Its solid body was broken into several pieces by repeated shelling and salvos.Only half of the upper body of the doll remains.It used the remaining arm to grab the dirt, and dragged its battered body to escape.

At this time, a tall and mighty figure appeared in front of it.

Bessarius glanced in horror, but the black blood blurred his vision, making it unclear: "You, who are you?"

Roland calmly watched the bruised fallen elf:
"My name is Roland Sissel, 41 years old. My territory is in Qiming Town, southeast of the Turan Swamp. I am married and divorced. My territory is a small place worth mentioning. I have to take care of farms, blast furnaces and mines every day. I don’t smoke, and the wine is only lightly tasted. I go to bed at 11 o’clock in the evening, and I have to sleep for 8 hours a day. Before going to bed, I must drink a glass of warm milk, and then do 20 minutes of soft exercises. Immediately fell asleep on the bed. Once I wake up until dawn, I will never leave fatigue and stress until the next day. The doctor said that I am normal."

Bessarius was just confused at first, but gradually, his face showed a panic as if he had encountered the doomsday: "You...what are you talking about? So you are...!"

Roland's expression was gentle and satisfied:
"I just want to say that I have no extravagance, I just want to be able to manage the farm and develop industries with peace of mind. Winning or losing is the last thing I like to care about with others. Because it will only make money for myself. trouble and enemies.

"I am such a contented person, and this is also my outlook on life. Of course, if I must do something, I will not lose to anyone. That is to say, if there are troubles and enemies that hinder my peaceful life... He's going to hit this."

Roland pulled out a flintlock gun similar to Conviction, but thicker and bigger, with two barrels connected in parallel.

Bessarius shook like chaff, "Could it be true, wait, wait, we are the same, you already knew that!"

"Otherwise, why should I tell you this, Bessarius," Roland pointed his musket at Bessarius's head, "I didn't intend to come looking for you, but you came to my door so sincerely. I will be merciful and perfect for you."

"No! Wait a minute, what can you change by killing me? What hope is there for fighting against those things!" Bessarius wailed, "With your little army and shabby industry, can you change anything? If such a powerful force has failed, what can we humble little people change!?"

"Master Roland!" Bessalius cried out with snot and tears streaming down his mouth, and grabbed Roland's thigh, "Those things have noticed this place, there is no hope for you and your army, all that awaits you is destruction, surrender Come on! Come with me and enjoy eternal life, the supreme honor, isn't that good!"

"This is your answer, Bessarius." Roland said indifferently, and pulled the trigger at him.

Two ordinary lead bullets pierced through Bessarius' skull, spattering his brains.But this tyrannical creature did not die for a while, but struggled violently.

"Your elm head has been stamped!" Howled the fallen elf, "Masters can eliminate this damn thing, really, really!"

The former brave man, now the leader of Qiming Town reloaded in front of Bessarius.This time, he loaded two adamantine bullets.This time, he aimed at the red crystal.

"You idiot!" Bessarius yelled hysterically, "This world is ruled by mystery! Even if He is asleep, your industry and your schemes will be wiped out before the day of completion. The power of God Unfathomable, the servants He left behind are like a sea of ​​smoke, who can easily obliterate you, your career, and your records.

"Your struggle is doomed, Roland! You and your woman, the army will be watched, and die!
"No matter how many brave men resist them, it's useless, bastard! Take your guns away, your resistance will only bleed meaninglessly, don't point that thing at me!"

"Let me tell you in the end, Bessarius." Roland's gaze was firm and persistent, "I don't want to change anything by myself, but my story and my career will be passed on. Even if I am destroyed, those things will be destroyed. You will find that the fire has been ignited, and the wheel of the times will return to the correct track with an irresistible trend. Those things are as incomprehensible as you, and it is not one or two heroes who destroy them and rule, let them sleep in a deep sleep and wait for the earth-shaking event age it.

"It's useless to say more," Roland kicked the fallen elf away, "Bessarius, your original name is unverifiable. On behalf of civilization and comrades, I sentence you to death."

(End of this chapter)