When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 804 The Secret of the Red Knight
In the foul mist, old Laffer's body swayed along with the corpse cart.

He heard his own broken coughs echoing in the pile of corpses. He didn't know how many corpses or wounded soldiers were colliding with each other due to the turbulence.

The top severed hand happened to fall on his chest, the skin was cold, and there was still blood embedded in the nails.

"Water, water..."

He licked his cracked lips, and the oilcloth in front of him was covered with a layer of blood in hunger and thirst.

Where is this place? Gradually waking up from his coma, Old Laffer looked around and couldn't help but be surprised.

He was not dead, but was loaded into a truck and taken away as a corpse!

So was he going to be sent to be burned? After all, he was a soldier infected with the disease.

He cut the oilcloth with a knife and took two mouthfuls of the icy snow. Old Laffer's heart contracted violently as if he was suffocating, and then he gradually regained consciousness.

No matter what, now that you are awake, you can't just sit there and wait for death.

Before you die, kill at least one more person!
Hiding the knife in his sleeve, he dared not breathe until the corpse cart suddenly stopped and the shaft made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

The two red knights lifted the tarpaulin, and the moonlight shone on their breastplates, but it was not a blue bee but an Ouroboros emblem.

Old Lav held his breath, half opened his eyes, and secretly watched the ascetic approaching.

Then, he almost cried out, is that red knight who took off his helmet and removed his bandages still a human being?
The face was covered with sutures from forehead to chin, and dark red flesh was wriggling at the seams, making it seem more alive than old Laffer.

“May Holy Communion give you new life.”

The knights drew the cross sign and began to drag the corpses to the campfire one by one, and old Laffer was no exception.

He was lying on his back, stacked together with other wounded soldiers and corpses. Through the gaps in the smelly corpses, he saw the black-robed ascetics pouring jars of thick liquid that was wriggling like living worms into the wounded soldiers' mouths.

After about four or five seconds, these wounded soldiers would immediately begin to twitch wildly, and their skin would turn into a strange blue-gray color under the firelight.

The originally plump muscles quickly shrank, as if they had turned into a mummy in just a few seconds.

As for the wounds on his body, pus-like liquid oozed out, emitting a strange stench.

Most of those who drank the liquid died, and the remaining few were immediately surrounded by the ascetics.

They wrapped the surviving soldier completely in linen bandages, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

Then he lifted it up and threw it into the coffin-like iron trough beside the campfire.

Black slurry flowed from the edge of the iron trough, black and purple bubbles swirled, splashed on the snow, and rose up with a foul-smelling green smoke.

"In the name of the Sevenfold Hellfire, great Lord of Immortality..."

The incomprehensible prayers echoed in his ears, and old Laffer couldn't help but get goose bumps.

When the "thing" crawled out of the iron trough, old Laffer bit the tip of his tongue to suppress the urge to scream.

The soldier, who was originally dying, swelled to more than 50% of his original size, his skin turned blue and black, and his spine pierced the flesh to form bone spurs.

The ascetic stepped forward and hammered the red-hot iron nails into the soldier's spine one by one. With each hammer, a low growl that was not like a human voice came out of the soldier's throat.

No wonder these red knights were able to swim underwater in armor for so long, they turned out to be the living dead.

Seeing the knights carrying the wounded soldiers away, old Lav changed his mind about killing one before dying.

This information must be passed on.

"Paji!"

The ascetics who were performing the ritual turned their heads at the same time and looked at the corpses rolling down the pile.

The bushes not far from the pile of corpses were shaking, and in the distance there was a faint sound of something falling into the water.

Soon, heavy footsteps were heard on the stream bank.

"Ran?"

An ascetic monk walked to the bushes and squatted down. He dipped his hand in the blood and gently rubbed it between his thumb and index finger.

"Please come here, my lord knight," he whispered, "and bring some hounds."

…………

"Wer! Wer! Wer!"

The braying of a donkey in the night was so shrill, but as a hunter, old Laffer knew that it was not the braying of a donkey, but the barking of hounds patrolling the Thorn Garden.

This hound, which originated from the Thorn Garden, is famous for its peculiar bark, which it uses to remind its owner the location of prey at any time.

If it were in the mountains, he could easily get rid of these hounds.

It was just a plain outside of Xialu City, with only sparse bushes and groves, making it almost impossible to conceal the traces.

Running on the snow, old Laffer felt his lungs burning every time he took a breath of air.

"Wer! Wer! Wer!"

The barking of the dog behind him was getting closer and closer. As he walked on the snow, his body temperature, which had been dropping, started to rise again, and his throat was even more sore.

The surroundings of his vision became increasingly blurred, and old Laffer's body seemed to be unbalanced, with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Suddenly, a long, shiny strip appeared in front of him, and he instantly realized that it was a stream.

Touching his forehead whose fever had subsided, old Laffer made up his mind and dived into the stream. He rolled twice, shivered, and got up.

As if the smell was disturbed by the stream, this time the barking of the dog behind old Laffer became farther and farther away.

The smell of blood drifted on the wind, and the hound's nose brushed the grass and stopped at the stream in confusion. Old Laffer took the opportunity to run away, panting and climbing over a broken wall, and ran into a tilted hut head-on.

His knees hit the door frame and he nearly fell, but he didn't stop and quickly rolled into the house.

Before he looked up, he heard the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air. Old Laffer was a veteran who had experienced many battles, so how could he be hit by such a crude chop.

The blade chopped down from above, and the boning knife cut more than three inches into the oak chopping board.

"The Holy Father bears witness!"

The butcher in the dilapidated house was gasping for breath, his face covered in blood and his eyes bloodshot, like a frightened pig.

Old Laffer grabbed the salt shaker and threw it at him, then took advantage of the moment when he was swinging his butcher knife wildly to punch him, knocking him to the ground.

After taking the butcher knife from the fat man, old Laffer stood still, panting, and looked around at everything in the room.

Behind the luggage in the corner, a woman was huddled in the shadows holding her child.

Hiding behind their mother's arms, several children looked at him with wide eyes, fear and confusion.

This was obviously a group of fleeing citizens of Xialu City, hiding secretly in this hut in the field.

“Please… don’t attack my family…” The attacker’s voice was hoarse, but it stunned old Laver.

Old Lavro stared at him in silence for a long time before he suddenly woke up. Wasn't this the old butcher Giovanni who had scolded him in Xialu City before?
This is really a narrow road between enemies.

Giovanni didn't recognize who this person was and just begged for mercy.

"Wer! Wer! Wer!"

Old Laffer heard the barking of a dog again. This beast had a very sharp nose.

"Listen, the hounds have smelled blood. If I stay here, you won't be able to escape."

The barking outside the window was getting closer.

Old Laffer's eyes fell on the child in the corner. The thin little boy was holding tightly to his mother's clothes and trembling.

At that moment, he thought of his son and the figure curled up by the fire.

"You can't survive unless I go out and lure away those hounds. Do you understand?"

Giovanni looked at the black soldier, as if he had grasped the last straw: "What do you want?"

"After you escape, find the nearest Cheka or army and tell them a word."

"What do you want to say?"

"The Red Knight is not human. The Leia can make the dead stand up." He gritted his teeth and said, "Remember this sentence and repeat it."

After having Giovanni repeat it several times to make sure he remembered it, Old Laffer whispered, "If you don't want your hometown to be occupied by the Leia people forever, you must do as I say."

Taking a deep breath, he threw the ring around his neck to Giovanni: "If you don't believe me, find a man named Calle Hans and show him this."

Giovanni took the ring tremblingly, his eyes turning from fear to confusion.

The baying of the hounds was getting closer.

Old Laffer pushed open the door and stumbled out.

Soon after, Giovanni and his family heard shouting and the sound of horse hooves coming from the night.

"there!"

The light of the torches approached.

The first arrow grazed his arm and blood splattered on the snow.

The second crossbow arrow pierced his calf, and old Laffer staggered and fell heavily on the snow.

He supported himself on the ground and looked forward.

At the end of the woods, a dead tree cast a hideous shadow in the moonlight, as if waiting to capture him.

The third arrow pierced his back, but he smiled instead.

The pursuers were already half a mile away from the dilapidated house.

Old Laffer remembered the ring he had thrown away. It was his only token of love and all his belongings when he was fifteen.

He used all his savings to make a ring from a blacksmith and proposed to his wife.

Quagmire Township, Adrian Manor, Ironwood Forest, and the morning mist...

The sound of bells seemed to be heard again in the night sky, and his wife was waving at him with tears in her eyes.

He can never return to his home.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood foam, he turned his head to look at the approaching red knights, and suddenly revealed a hideous and relieved smile.

Old Lav pulled the dead tree to his feet, and facing the attacking knights, he roared with all his strength: "Devils! Get out of my house!"

A crossbow arrow pierced through his chest and blood gushed out.

He fell in the snow, the cold wind blew, and the barking of the hounds gradually died down.

Above the sky, dark clouds obscured the last ray of starlight.

(End of this chapter)