It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

If he couldn't kill the "Apostle" with this blow, he would probably be able to create a good opportunity for himself.I can take advantage of that short-lived loophole to decide to take risks or run away. No matter how attractive the reward is, only my own life is the most important.

The old man still had no intention of retreating or dodging, it just gathered its wings, and the ice spear was still firmly nailed to its wings.At the same time, the apostle ignored the paralysis and pain that hit the soul directly, and swung the insect wings widely, skewing the ice spear that was originally pointed at the chest, and shot it towards the night sky behind him.

This action almost tore half of his insect wings off, the old man's whole body was trembling instinctively, a large amount of scale powder was shaken off his body, and the insect wings and crystals shining like moonlight also became dim.

Mark was both surprised and delighted. He never thought that the other party would not abandon the half-human, half-worm corpse in his hand even if he fully took the blow.The old man who was hit hard again became weak, maybe he could indeed take advantage of this rare opportunity to kill the other party.

The shattering sound of the mirror shield became more obvious, and Mark knew that he only had one shot.Two curved short knives slid from his sleeve to his palm, and a lake-like pure light curtain exploded in all directions, briefly forming a safe area around him.

The fat man slashed the old human's neck with one knife, and slashed with the other knife at the connection between the apostle's crystal head without facial features and the insect body.He believed that at least one of them would be a vital part, and even if it wasn't, Mark was betting that his carefully formulated venom would have an effect.

But at this moment, he noticed a sense of violation.

From the beginning to the end, the old man's gaze never turned to him, but to a certain direction on his left side.

"What on earth is it looking at - the person it is wary of is not me at all?"

Mark suddenly woke up, and there was a huge pain and burning sensation on the left side of his body. It was not moonlight, but the strong light and high temperature like the sun.

His consciousness also stopped abruptly.

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"Towards the three o'clock direction to the north, covered by artillery fire, three salvoes."

The black-haired girl with green eyes was holding a lace-trimmed black umbrella, and she was giving instructions on a dirt slope half a mile away.

Behind her, twelve 24-pound high-pressure steam howitzers "Destroyers" lined up in a row let out deafening roars, completely covering an area on the plain half a mile away.The night was torn apart by the crimson flames, and for a moment the place where the artillery fire hit was as bright as day!

There was a sarcastic mockery on the girl's lips, and she looked as beautiful as the most perfect doll.

The shadow canceled the black thin curtain in front of the artillery fire. This time, the result was much smoother than she had imagined. The only thing to worry about was whether there would be corpses or other useful things left in the area plowed by the artillery fire.

"Gunfire coverage is indeed a very romantic thing, and I always feel that I can gradually understand the so-called "romantic" of ordinary human beings. "

"Well...Miss Shadow, although this is indeed safe and efficient, it is confidential."

A middle-aged executor reminded in a low voice.

"To the outside world, it is said that it is a woodland methane explosion, a lightning strike or a fire. You can explain it whatever you want. Sooner or later, this will become the theme and normality of the war. You have to get used to it in advance."

Shadow waved his hand, signaling most of the people to stay where they were, while he picked two people to clean the battlefield.

Chapter No.16 Desire and Redemption

The plain is covered with large and small craters, and there are faint red-gold flames flowing in the cracks of the scorched earth. The ground is emitting high temperatures, and even the air within a certain range is burned out.

All it takes for an average person to take a normal breath is that the excessively hot air can burn their fragile lungs.

——This is almost an absolute territory that does not allow any life to exist.

No, not just life, even spirits such as dead souls and resentful spirits would probably not want to enter such a place.The magic of the sun domain is sealed in the pouring shells, and almost every explosion is equivalent to a complete release of the upper-level magic spell.

The 24-pound high-pressure steam howitzer "Destroyer" used by the executors is Kraft's alchemical creation, and its shells are extremely expensive.After being developed and mass-produced by Roger, it was only used in the war in the land of Nod.

Compared to the apocalyptic battlefield, using this weapon to deal with a few dark wizards or apostles feels like a waste like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes.

If the current executive is still Ella Williams, that stingy woman will probably hesitate to use them on a large scale because of next month's financial statements.

Shadow laughed, although no one present could understand what she was laughing at.

After approaching the high-temperature area, Miss Puppet signaled to the two executors behind her that she no longer needed to follow her, but only needed to take basic precautions around the periphery.

Staying in this environment for a long time would not be a good thing even for a wizard.Although magic is enough to withstand high temperatures, this extremely chaotic environment of magic is also likely to accelerate the wizard's loss of control.

In the current situation, every experienced executor is quite valuable.If they are damaged because of this kind of thing, the meaning of long-range artillery coverage will be lost.

However, the material of the doll body is special, and this temperature will not have any effect on the shadow.

She put a few protective spells on herself, not out of caution, but to protect her dress from being scorched by sparks.

The shadow walked a certain distance deep into the plain, and came to the area with the most dense shell craters.With the ability of a high-level wizard, it is possible to fine-tune the trajectory of the fired shells, so that they can live in an area closer to the target and simply explode on the target's face.

For these specially trained gunners, the three sources of magic power shown by the two dark wizards and the apostles before were no different from lighthouses for them to aim at in the dark.

Near the huge crater formed by the concentration of several shells, the shadow stopped.Even when she looked at the bomb crater with a radius of more than [-] meters and a depth of more than ten meters in front of her, she was speechless for a while.

It is too far-fetched to explain this as a woodland biogas explosion or a lightning strike, and it is probably more credible to say that a meteorite has fallen.

She opened the black umbrella and swayed from the edge of the crater to the center.

The ground here has been scorched by high temperature into some kind of strange crystals. On both sides along the way, the shadow saw a petrified humanoid statue. Its head and one thigh were separated from its torso, and it flew in an unknown direction.She saw again the stupid half-shield made of glass, its original owner was half-cooked and smelled of roast meat.

Ignoring the remains of the body that had once been notorious in the wizarding world, the shadow continued on.

In the very center of the crater, a huge monster with its head and half body scorched and shattered lay lying down here.

Its body trembled slightly twice, causing the shadow's movements to pause briefly before falling vertically to the ground.

Most of the moth's wings were burned, and the hair belonging to the old man was instantly reduced to ashes by the high temperature. Its skin was covered with carbonized scorched parts, and the white hair mixed with blue blood was exposed because the former was broken. flesh.

It maintained the posture of hugging something, curled up, and used its wings to protect most of the body in front of it.And the insect body behind it has been mostly destroyed, leaving only some broken carapace.

As the shadow approached, the old man straightened up slowly - after the baptism of the hellish flames, he was still alive!

The moth raised its head, facing the direction of the shadow.Its human-like eyes have been roasted into black charcoal, and now it is not using eyes but using other methods to observe the third hand interfering in the battlefield.

The shadow and his non-existent eyes met for a few seconds, and then his eyes moved down, seeing clearly what the old man was protecting from the shelling.

It was the corpse of a half-human, half-worm, whose human part could be vaguely recognizable as that of a little girl in her early teens.The corpse had suffered serious trauma, and the huge fracture in the neck could hardly be closed. If the old man let go, she would probably be scattered on the ground into several disfigured corpses.

"She is dead, Mr. Jacob, or should I call you Your Excellency the Apostle."

The shadow took over the girl's body, and the thin black crystals instantly bonded the broken parts, allowing her to regain some of her former beauty.After completing this step, the former bent down and placed her back in the old man's arms.

"I have seen you... an ancient and noble existence."

The old man gently placed the girl on the ground. The soil under his feet was the only part of the crater that had not crystallized. There were even some crushed and curled grass blades left there.

"Did you confirm my identity when we met last time?"

"I just didn't expect that you would be completely on the side of the human beings in the physical world."

The old man recalled what happened two days ago. He saw this inhuman and strange existence on the streets of Bournemouth.It was this uneasiness that finally made him decide on the town where he had lived for a long time. But from now on, it seems that this decision itself may be the result that the other party wanted.

Shadow shook his head and smiled.

"What happens to humans has nothing to do with me. I'm just helping the people I want to help. One thing makes me curious. Apostle, you were fully capable of protecting her from the attack of those two wizards, right?"

The puppet pointed at the petite body that was half-human, half-worm. Although his own magic made the other party look a bit more respectable, death was death, and it didn't matter what happened after that.

"Since she was so sad after her death, why did you let that black wizard attack her?"

"Apostle" Jacob was silent for a long time, and under such an injury, people even suspected that he was dead.After a moment, Jacob sighed.

"Although she was born only a month later than me, Debbie was like my daughter, and her death made me sad. This is a feeling that does not exist in that world."

"The bondage brought by this body is far more terrifying than I imagined. You overestimated me...Look at me now. While I am disappointed by Debbie's depravity, I myself Ugly. Weak and dull."

Jacob looked at his hands, presumably based on his perception of the world, this is an extremely distorted shape.

"The body is the shackles of the mind, and desire is the poison embedded in the bone marrow. The material world is walking on a wrong path, and the end is approaching..."

"Why are you still stopping us? This can obviously make more people happy."

Shadow turned his head and smiled at the dying apostle.

"Can't you understand?"

"For more people, the worthless desires in your eyes are everything that really exists in this world. Only with this body can I love, hate, and try more things that I have never experienced before." thing."

She took off her gloves and moved her fingers flexibly like a real person.

"I'd like to say—yes, not everyone wants what you call redemption, at least it's not worth a shilling to me."

No.17 Wildfire

In the executive office beneath the Kraft Ceremonial Pavilion, Shadow placed a heavy package on the ground.

"Bournemouth's goal is settled."

As if noticing that this cold tone was slightly different from usual, Hyde temporarily stopped the work in hand, and after glancing at the heavy bag from the corner of his eye, he raised his head and asked:

"Bad Mood?"

Shadow hummed, then sat on the sofa beside the table, and put his two long legs on the desk.

She casually took two records from the side and just looked at them.

"You can't say that, I'm just thinking about something."

"...This time the target has a more human flavor compared to the previous apostles. While they are influencing the world, they also seem to be influenced by the world."

"I saw my past self in the apostle, which made me feel a little uncomfortable, that's all."

Hyde had already received the complete report of this operation through a messenger half an hour ago, except for the part that only Shadow completed independently in the end, he probably had the whole picture of the matter.

According to the original plan, the personnel arranged by the shadow sneaked into Bournemouth a week ago.

After successfully locking the target, create a series of actions to startle the target, so as to fish out all the members of the Albion Brotherhood hidden in the town.

After completing this, all they had to do was use local channels to spread the news and attract the wizard killer to accept the commission.

As for whether the latter can survive the action, it is naturally not within the scope of Shadow's consideration.According to the standards of the executors, ten out of ten wizard killers who are willing to take over the task will be worthy of death.Even if they can successfully complete the task, they will not be truly included in the establishment. At most, they will only facilitate monitoring and management.

"Then replace me next time?"

Hyde seriously suggested that there was no joking in it.

"you?"

Miss Doll sneered, and at the same time she found something she wanted to see on this record.

"Forget it, can you do this kind of work in your current state? Maybe if you are more stimulated, your consciousness will be inclined to the direction of divinity. At that time, do you still want me to be like Ling saving Ai? Pulling you back like that?"

"Rather than wait until that day, it's better to leave the dirty work to me in advance."

The blond young man smiled with interest, his eyes climbed up a few centimeters along the ankle that was almost in front of him.

"If that day really comes, you will come to save me, right?"