Medieval Reiki Revival

Chapter 52 Rescue
Miss Godiva was separated from her family.

She was as anxious as an ant in a hot pot, and ran from behind the flower basket to the red carpet.

"Dad, Mom."

The flustered emotions interfered with the rationality of human beings at critical moments. For a while, Miss Godiva didn't know where she should go, but only knew that the surrounding environment was extremely bad for her.

The roar of the ghouls sounded one after another, and the high chair the luthier was sitting on fell down.

Like dominoes, two rows of black stools piled up into a hill.

A male guest's calf accidentally hit the stool, and that leg immediately became bruised.

Pain stalled his movements, and the ghoul rushed to grab his shoulders, and then rushed to bite the man's throat.

Woohoo——It's the powerless struggle of human beings.

The blood rushed straight into the sky, and immediately there was a red drizzle on the grass.

Fear broke their organizational strength, and the Marquis of Condorcet didn't even realize that all the monsters added up were less than a hundred—that's not as many nuns in the monastery.

As long as the men can be brought together, with the right tools, it's only a matter of time before the ghouls are defeated.

Godiva was frightened to death, her face was flushed, and the sweat on her forehead soaked her temple hair.

She looked at those monsters with hideous faces in fear, trembling all over, as if a sharp knife pierced through her chest.

At this moment, Godiva is extremely eager for a man or woman to stop and help her, but now that everyone is running for their lives, who can care about such a young and beautiful lady.

Call, call.

A fast horse rushed into the venue.

How clever that horse is. When it was pulled by the rein and raised its front hooves, a bunch of angry and powerful hooves were constantly swinging in the air. The powerful force made the cannibal who wanted to murder Godiva The ghost flew nearly three meters to the west.

Someone has come to rescue him.

Very good!
She couldn't help covering her mouth, with surprise in her eyes, and the rising and falling breasts made the dress look more youthful and beautiful.

Riding on the big sorrel horse is a man wearing a black cloak and a strange mask. His movement of stopping the rein is majestic and full of vigor and heroism, almost like a portrait of Marco Aurelius riding a horse. about there.

The only difference is that the statue exaggerates Marco's actions, while the masked man is real.

A blazing sun shot in from the gap in the clouds, covering the masked man in bright waves of light.

At first the people at the wedding were only concerned about running for their lives, but then they realized that God had sent them a savior.

Ivan panted slightly. Along the way, he kept patting the horse's belly with his legs. The speed was fast and fast, and then he caught up.

If we wait until noon, I am afraid that the ruling class in the entire Fort Luzpitt will be cleaned up.

For some reason, Robespierre did not attend the wedding.

Bishop Claude is the witness of the wedding.

Frightened by the chaotic scene, he left his purple melon cap on his heels, let the spring breeze blow on his sparse head, hurriedly ran to the gate of the monastery, and forcefully shouted at the nuns next to him to close the gate.

"No, there are still people who haven't come in yet."

"Son, God, there are demons out there."

Seeing that he was already indoors, Bishop Claude had regained his IQ. He plausibly said: "The monastery is a holy place favored by God. If those demons break in, it will not only be an insult to the Lord, but even This centuries-old ashram will be reduced to a laughingstock."

The young nun hesitated, staring at the crowd outside.

The man not far away widened his eyes and begged her not to close the door with his hands.

Ghouls have run from the wedding venue to the walls, and people are dying every now and then.

If closing the door is equivalent to shutting off the hope of survival of people outside, the nun didn't know who to listen to for a while.

Her belief in God is extremely pure, and she has the original text in the "Gospel", "All sins and blasphemy can be forgiven; but blasphemy against the Holy Spirit can never be forgiven"-naturally, she can also recite it backwards.

"What are you still doing, close the door."

"Otherwise, it will be too late!"

Baron Dorian ran over out of breath. He supported his leg and rolled his eyes: "Why is it so late, I didn't see that there are still many people who haven't come here. Those demons are not walking fast. Let's go again!" Wait, someone will come over soon."

The Marquis of Condorcet, Madame Charlotte, and M. Eyret all came.

Older people are more experienced.

They know where to run and are able to escape danger.

"Godiva, my wife, they haven't come yet?" Mr. Alter said anxiously. He had been chatting with the men from the beginning, so he had no time to find them when he ran away.

"The demons are coming soon."

Bishop Claude kept urging the nuns to close the doors.

He even cursed viciously: "Maybe your wife and daughter are all dead. After all, those devils will eat the living. Now for our safety, please keep your voice down so that you can spare some strength to move towards Jesus." repent."

"Go eat your Jesus shit."

Mr. Alter was so enraged that he grabbed the bishop's burqa, revealing the neat taffeta jacket underneath.The sleeves of the jacket are embroidered with white patterns, and the triangle on the hypotenuse is the symbol of Our Lady of Mercy.

The two tumbled to the ground.

With his fingers, the bishop yanked the diamond buttons off Mr. Airt's coat.

Suddenly, everyone hiding behind the gate saw the masked man in black robe.

"Look, that's—who?"

Ivan used the [Wizard's Hand] to control a branding iron to pierce a ghoul. The ghost has no head and can maintain the balance of the body. It must destroy the spine to make it completely incapacitated.

"My God, is it an angel descending?"

The nun quickly took out the cross and silently prayed for peace.

Baron Dorian opened his mouth wide. They were far away from Ivan, and couldn't see the details of the battle clearly. They only knew that when the masked man rushed to the side of the ghoul, a flaming long sword floated in the air, and He fought side by side.

It was a blacksmith's soldering iron.

It's not a sword.

The bones of the corpse had already begun to decompose after being buried in the mound.

The function of 【Meat Zhi Ling Powder】is not repairing.

Instead generate.

Therefore, most of the existing parts of the ghoul's body are fragile, and Ivan only needs to use a soldering iron to constantly destroy their fragile parts.

He was like a knight in ancient poetry now, standing on the chassis that should have belonged to the groom and the new year, while swinging his weapon as much as possible to attract the attention of ghouls.

Brush brush.

Several ghouls were incapacitated.

Their hideous faces are mostly a desire for fresh flesh and blood.

Now he can only lie on his back on the ground, waiting for the unlucky guy to take the initiative to come forward.

The new security officer Hua Ke panicked and came to the back of the dining table. He wanted to hide here temporarily and wait for the crisis to pass, but he didn't expect a ghoul's head to bite his ass directly.

"My God, my God!"

He jumped three feet high and uttered the most vicious curses in the world.

No one thought that there was a ghoul's head here.

The ghouls who had just eaten a hearty meal looked up, and they saw that there was actually a fresh and delicious piece of meat here, and they ran towards him one after another.

"Demon, don't come after me."

Hua Ke clutched his buttocks and ran away with a limping, running at a speed not weaker than other uninjured men.

Ivan faced the enemy head-on, and he was under much greater pressure than others.

There are almost a hundred ghouls.

Except for the [-] or so that are eating people, the remaining [-] are chasing and biting humans.

Ivan blocked twenty ghouls by himself. Of course, he would not be head-on. As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. Although the [Wizard's Hand] can attack from a distance, if he is caught in the encirclement, he will The situation is not necessarily better than the pile of rotten meat under your feet.

He kept running, using the advantage of the field to kill the ghouls.

"It hurts."

This is the first time you take damage from an enemy.

It's not the same as amputating my own limbs before, it will be fine in a moment when the ax falls.

There were several deep marks where the ghoul had scratched.When in contact with the air, it is like chili oil smeared on it.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"It's cool."

Ivan narrowly escaped their encirclement, his mouth under the mask raised to a strange angle.

Easy, so easy.

From the center of the body to every corner of the skin, it is bound by the rules of human society, like invisible ropes binding itself.

"I would rather cut open my muscles with a dagger, pick out the ugly veins inside, and use it to tie a knot in the mucous membrane of the muscles, than stand with Baron Dorian, pretending to be a second-rank order Disgusting manner."

"Die, die, die."

Ivan gradually entered the state.

He seemed to have forgotten that he came here to save the scene because of his interests.

If the ruling class of Luzpitburg were all dead, he would be greatly affected.

(End of this chapter)