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

Victoria stuffed a bullet into the breech, with a slightly sluggish movement.

The current Victoria can no longer be compared with when she first entered the land of Nord, like a rusty old gun, the rifling is worn out and even the front sight is crooked.

The young soldier whose name she never remembered was right.

If the other party is prepared, even ordinary human soldiers can gradually accumulate injuries on her, and even kill her.

But...Victoria has no intention of dying in battle yet.

"At least let those people pay the price first."

While she was whispering to herself, troops wearing black retro helmets could already be seen on the foothills in the distance.This should be a vanguard force of a hundred people. The same army with light armor and fast horses penetrated from all directions. This is just one of the teams.

Behind a blackened broken wall, Victoria raised her gun and knelt down on one knee to take aim. The blurry and shaky sight in the distance made it difficult for her to aim.

So the girl gritted her teeth and inserted a needle of blood into her thigh, and the scene in front of her suddenly became much clearer.

Victoria's pupils narrowed into the shape of a cross star, which formed a line through the crosshair and the officer wearing the command knife in the light cavalry.There was a roar, and the commander was shot in the shoulder with blood splattering, and the severe pain pushed him off his horse.

Victoria clicked her tongue, quickly dropped her gun and moved to the next shooting point where her sight was ready.

She aimed at the opponent's left chest just now, but the bullet was shifted a lot upwards, and it was not fatal in one blow.

The weapon itself has some flaws. It is not as smooth as the firearms that Victoria had carefully maintained before, but her own problems cannot be ignored.

The visual distance decreased, the dynamic vision weakened, even if the temporary injection of blood excited the body, all conditions became worse than before.

Her physical ability has dropped too much, and the shot that shot down the siren in the Black Sea may never be repeated again.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, she quickly grabbed the short gun that was already loaded by the window and fired a second shot.This shot accurately hit one of the soldiers in the head, and the bullet penetrated the retro-style iron helmet from between the eyebrows, taking away the red and white brains.

The army 50 meters away fell into a brief chaos and immediately counterattacked.

Under the cover of shooting from the soldiers on both wings, the cavalry squad began to attack.

Victoria's shooting frequency revealed that there could be no more than five people hiding in the ruins of the village.

Faced with such a large number of enemies, they can completely approach and engage in hand-to-hand combat, choosing to kill or capture alive for interrogation.

The distance of 50 meters is within reach under the horses' hooves, but those broken walls have caused great trouble for the horses' movements.The riders quickly completed the encirclement of these dozens of scattered buildings, raising their guns to search for enemies inside.

At this time, the third gunshot hit the rider's throat, and the others immediately fired in the direction of the gunshot.The lead bullets scattered pieces of dust and debris on the earthen and stone walls, but the enemy was like an invisible ghost.

At this time, a certain soldier turned his head suddenly, and saw different colors in this black and gray theme.

It was a bouncing strand of blond hair that flashed past the corner of a two-story building.

"there!"

The soldier yelled in german

The riders in the second row immediately shifted their guns to the direction of the earthen wall and crossbars, and fired a salvo. Several Prussian soldiers threw oil urns and torches to the second floor, where a raging fire immediately ignited.

A dozen or so people immediately jumped off their horses, drew their sabers and short guns, and surrounded the building.

However, they still failed to find the ghostly ambusher on the first floor.

"On top!"

someone shouted.

When they looked up, a smaller figure was bursting through the window and leaping out of the fire, the splintered wood and glass reflecting the blinding flames like her eyes lit by the fire!

Her black and white nun's dress was ignited and burned by the explosion, exposing her white and beautiful slender legs, and the girl's long golden hair was flying in all directions, mixed with red sparks.

Although they were the mortal enemies who took the lives of their comrades, the soldiers were also thrilled by the beauty of this moment.

Victoria threw four short guns into the sky and completed the shooting and exchange in the air. She fired four shots in a row and killed three enemies - and the fourth shot was fired into a certain direction on the first floor of the ruins.

Did it come up empty?

No!

The gunpowder keg piled up with the bricks in the corner was ignited by the gunfire, and the violent explosion engulfed the seven people who rushed into the first floor at the same time!

"It's a fallen nun!"

The soldier shouted a strange title.

This is a story spread in the Prussian barracks on the front line of Alsace. There is a terrifying monster in the image of a beautiful nun wandering in this land. She will turn into a beast under the moonlit night to suck the blood of lonely soldiers.

She has an immortal body. Even if she is shot by a gun, pierced by a sword through the heart, or beheaded by a saber, she cannot die.

It is said that this is a demon that was resurrected in a burned-down church and exists only for revenge. It is a punishment sent by God to punish blasphemy!It is said that she has killed thousands of soldiers since the beginning of the war!

Countless people confessed that they had seen her on the battlefield, some said it was just a nonsense fabricated by French spies to shake the morale of the army, and some said it was a secret French army with more than one army active on the battlefield. She is a "fallen nun", which can also explain her incredible and strange action.

A sense of unreality that ghosts are moving from legend to reality makes people fall into indescribable fear.

In a daze, Victoria had used an incredible unloading gesture to support the crooked chimney and squeezed into the narrow alley between several other buildings.

"Don't back down, even if it's a demon, she's just a thin woman! This is a just war, we have the whole kingdom behind us!"

The commander who was shot in the shoulder drew his saber and charged forward with a team of ten.

Chapter 1 Her War

An indescribable strange feeling arose in the commander's heart.

In his eyes, this small group of buildings seemed to have turned into a dark jungle at night.He and his soldiers were not fighting a war in the civilized era, but more like travelers who strayed into the jungle and faced the cunning beasts hidden in the dark depths.

This unfamiliar experience was really unpleasant, like a poisonous snake swimming against his arm, reaching out to touch his skin with its cold snake letter.

A layer of slippery sweat oozed out from under the commander's black military uniform, making him feel extremely irritable in this cold winter.

Not far away, a black shadow rolled out from behind half a broken wooden door and walked straight into another collapsed windmill.

The bullet splashed a stream of dust behind her, the commander rubbed his eyes, he seemed to see some crimson in the dust.

"Hey! I hit her in the leg! There she is, there's no escape!"

A new recruit let out a cry of excitement. He was a sharpshooter who showed talent as a sharpshooter two months after joining the army. Before the war broke out, he was a famous hunter in a remote area.

"Follow him!"

The commander's heart was relieved, the leg injury would greatly damage the mobility, the most terrifying thing about that enemy was her incredible agility, with this shot, her danger immediately dropped a lot.

They soon entered the crooked mill. The windmill that had been burned and collapsed after being hit by a shell had fallen off its top.

Just as the commander lowered his head and entered the interior, he heard a scream coming from very close.

He wanted to leave subconsciously, but the companions who continued to pour in behind made him unable to retreat and could only bite the bullet and continue forward.

The air smelled of blood, a wounded beast and a lost traveler.

He raised his head, only to find that he could hardly see anything here!

The mill is entirely made of black bricks, which is much sturdier than those earthen houses.

Therefore, the previous battles failed to damage the interior of the building. Except for the small head-sized vents on the top floor, it was almost completely isolated from the outside light.

The commander immediately began to regret it, it was definitely a bad move to enter the windmill like this.

Because, the beast in the dark is the most dangerous.

The sound of heavy objects coming from the sky made everyone alert. Using the light from the tiny window, the soldiers could barely see the figure that should belong to humans.

They immediately raised their guns and fired, pouring all the bullets towards the figure who was in mid-air and unable to complete the evasive action.At such a close range, such a volley is enough to tear apart the toughest flesh.

Think of it as a bear, or a lion... The commander drew out his saber, and when the two passed by, he swung the sword and chopped off the opponent's head.

However, the movement of the figure did not stop because of being beheaded or being shot.With an unexplainable movement, it retreated back along its original trajectory effortlessly, and disappeared into the darkness.

Could it be... just like the rumors, is that monster really immortal?

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the commander who had experienced countless battles was the first to discover something was wrong——

This smell of blood belongs to humans, not other creatures.

"Reload, stop shooting!"

He calmed down, and the figure that retreated into the darkness swayed back along the trajectory as he expected—yes, swinging, the commander used the harmless movement of swinging to describe its trajectory.

This time, he grabbed the opponent from the side, it was a headless corpse in a black military uniform.

He was the first recruit to enter the mill. His head was chopped off by the commander, and his chest was covered with bloody bullet holes left by his companions.

He was tied at the waist by a rope and hung from a beam above the mill, moving like a pendulum, which is where the weird way of moving came from.

At this time, there was a series of screams in the mill. His two companions were gouged out by monsters hidden in the darkness and their necks were broken.

Fear finally overwhelmed the glory in the hearts of the soldiers, and they began to shoot randomly in the mill, attacking where they thought the monster might be.

The flame from the muzzle briefly illuminated the space, and the nun's beautiful face was stained with scarlet blood. She raised her head and smiled ferociously at the terrified soldiers.

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No one could get out of the building. The adjutant swallowed and his legs became weak.

The commander led a dozen soldiers to surround and suppress an injured female demon. They were all excellent trained warriors.

As scouts on the front line to find out the enemy's situation, everyone's individual combat ability is not weak, but - none of these dozen strong men came back?

Immediately after the commander and the assault team entered the mill, two bursts of violent gunfire broke out, and then everything became quiet.

What happened inside, are the demons still alive, how did they die?

Maybe... maybe they were doing something else?

The adjutant wanted to comfort himself like this, although it was only a brief glance, the beauty of that fallen nun was already deeply engraved in his eyes.

It was a face that no military prostitute or village girl could match. Even just imagining it made him a little excited.

On this battlefield, the shackles of desire are loosened.

It's not like they haven't done similar things before, robbing supplies in the villages they pass by, killing those who dare to resist, and taking turns to pick up young and beautiful girls.

However, this time is different.

The experience as a military officer made the adjutant instinctively realize that the mill will never be a beautiful scene.

The smell in the air is wrong.

He looked at the blood that gradually seeped out from the entrance of the mill, swallowed again, and held down his trembling right hand.