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

The adjutant wanted to just bypass the mill and continue heading towards the city of Mulhouse.

He has already sent someone to report the situation to the rear troops, and he only needs to wait another 10 minutes before he can mobilize artillery and directly blast the area.

However, if he just gave up on the unknown chief without a reasonable explanation, he would definitely be sent to a military court afterwards.

To make matters worse, if the situation in the mill is as he imagined before, he will become a deserter depending on the situation.

"Hey, recruit, go in and see what's going on."

He lowered his head and said a few words to the terrified and even resisting soldier, who immediately became red-faced and bright-eyed.

The adjutant patted him heavily on the shoulder,

"Go!"

So the excited soldier trotted all the way into the mill, and then—he never came out.

Scarlet blood was spreading at the mill gate.

……

A few minutes later, Victoria stood still and slowly pulled out a bayonet stabbed into her abdomen. Without saying a word, she used the dagger to pick out the lead bullets embedded in her flesh and bones, which could speed up the speed of self-healing.

She lay down on the ground, and ate some flesh mixed with plaster, or picked them up with her hands, stuffed them into her wounds, and tied them with bandages.

The speed of self-healing has slowed down again... Even drinking a lot of blood doesn't work very well.

Before leaving, she glanced at the scattered corpses on the ground, then bent down to collect a dozen muskets on the ground one by one, wrapped them around a length of rope and carried them on her back.

Close combat is something that needs to be avoided. If it is a frontal conflict, she can't deal with the remaining light cavalry with more than 50 people.

This is really a humiliation. Any dirty blood knight from Enoch City should be able to kill this reconnaissance force composed of ordinary soldiers head-on alone.

But she, who used to be a lady's valet in the past, has weakened to this point.

No... can't think of it that way.

Victoria shook her head heavily, trying to wake up her brain that had become a little confused due to blood loss.

That kind of power shouldn't have appeared in this world in the first place, and this kind of world is what she and Miss hope to see now.

Such a world...

Victoria suddenly looked at the scene of blood and fire in a daze—has this world become a better place than before?

Killing and death spread across the land, destroying what was left of the goodness in the things she cherished.

Is the world a better place?They efficiently killed their own kind, killing helpless children and women. What is the difference between this practice and the killing of human beings by the dirty blood?

Her sense of smell hasn't degraded, the girl can clearly smell the filthy smell from these people, all of them have blood on their hands, and there are even mixed with the lives that don't belong to soldiers.

Victoria couldn't think any longer, she didn't have the time.

The solid brick walls of the mill were crushed by the heavy metal.

Amid the sound of gunfire, she leaned down and jumped out nimbly, looking for gaps in the flames and steel, curling up to minimize the damage she suffered.

-

"Demons live in those buildings, believe me, sir!"

The adjutant racked his brains to describe the enemy with his limited vocabulary.

"She is a real devil, just like the vampire in ghost story novels, our bullets and blades can't kill her. And that monster, she easily killed the lieutenant and our soldiers with her sharp claws, that's absolutely It's a demon hiding under human skin!"

"Emperor Napoleon III must have signed a contract with the devil. I have heard that non-human creatures have attacked the camps in the Vosges Mountains..."

His chatter was interrupted by the major, who had the artillery reload and covered the area again.

"The kingdom will surely win. Whether it is demons or vampires, everything will be crushed under the power of civilization! You have delayed too long, this is a shame to the soldiers!"

The adjutant looked at the scene of the abandoned village being crushed by artillery fire, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with an apologetic smile:

"Yes...as you said."

When their team was about to regroup and set off, in that piece of hell where no life could survive, another gunshot rang out!

The war is still not over.

The prototype of the story in Chapter 1

What kind of a scene was that?

——The body was carbonized, and a black figure that had almost shrunk like a skeleton crawled out of the ruins. She was wearing a tattered black nun's dress, and the damaged skin was torn off by the new parts.

She was covered in darkness and black smoke, only those dark red eyes were still eye-catching in the darkness.

Just like the end of the 1000 years prophesied, the demons returned to the surface from the depths of the magma in hell.

"Sa-Satan, the devil, she's the devil!"

The adjutant's teeth kept bumping up and down, and he was so cold that he couldn't even hold the gun tightly.

But the major had already recovered from his brief absence, and he immediately gave the order to shoot, and that ghost-like figure suddenly bent over and accelerated.

The slender figure ran wildly with her limbs close to the ground, her speed was so fast that she even left a lot of bullets behind her!

She ran even faster than a steam locomotive, twirling her body, making occasional short pauses in the air, dodging bullets with inhuman agility and agility.

Even the artillerymen, who felt ridiculous at the adjutant's performance before, couldn't help but widen their eyes, falling into indescribable fear, that kind of thing... definitely not human!

No longer needing the officer's order, the panicked soldiers immediately aimed their guns at the rapidly approaching figure.

It was impossible to completely dodge this kind of dense rain of bullets. The figure of the demon paused a few times in the air, as if he had been punched hard by someone.She was hit by lead bullets, and her body fell back, and she was pushed back a few steps by the huge impact.

The girl's posture was obviously distorted, and her waist should have been broken. This kind of injury should be fatal to any creature in common sense.

However, two sudden gunshots in succession pulled people's consciousness from common sense to the vortex of chaos again.

The girl kept her upper body bent backwards, and evenly pulled the trigger with both arms to pierce the throats of the two soldiers. She then violently swung her body and adjusted the broken lumbar spine back to its original state.

Those carbonized skins gradually fell off during the process of rebirth... No, were they really skins? They were so soft, flying around in the gunfire and scorching wind.

The adjutant rubbed his eyes, the lead cloud penetrated into the yellow light and shone on the profane figure, he clearly saw the black feathers flying in the light!

Victoria Milusel, the filthy blood who had obtained superior blood after the sacrament ceremony, showed signs of losing control on the battlefield.

It may only be for a few short minutes, but her current power has regained some of its former style - purely from the instinct of the filthy blood, this power is even better than Victoria, who did not use familiar weapons in the past.

Her mind became chaotic, and she instinctively used those dirty blood abilities that she had never mastered, which changed her fighting style.

The self-healing ability that had been reduced to the limit was awakened again, and the cursed things filled the gaps in the body, squeezing the bullets out of the flesh and bones.

In the world in her eyes, the enemy's heart and throat are connected with the muzzle of her own gun, and as long as she wants, she can let the bullet shoot along these lines to kill anyone she wants to kill.

She changed the gun with a movement invisible to the naked eye, and shook the dozen or so rifles on her back into the air with a rope. The dozen or so gunshots almost connected into a piercing long bang in the air.

The row of soldiers in front of the major was almost emptied in an instant. Everyone was shot in the artery in the throat and killed with a single shot.

She instinctively wanted to pull the trigger again, but this single-shot breech-loading gun needed to be reloaded to complete the shooting, and she was so confused that she had forgotten how to do it.

So she twisted her body and threw the rifle like a javelin! The damage caused by this was far greater than the lead bullet fired by the gun. It pierced through five people on its flight path at one time before it could barely stop.

"Keep moving forward, leave her alone, shake... shake off this monster!"

The major issued an absurd order. As one of the most powerful troops in the front line, he actually became afraid of an individual.But none of the people present would question this point, just like a flock of sheep encountering a natural enemy, even a flock of fully armed sheep would feel trembling under that breath!

The horses dragged the cannon to run on the steel rails and plains that were still usable. The daily training and experience accumulated in the war still played a role at this time, and the rain of bullets and artillery fire poured down, intersecting into an unavoidable net in the rear.

In a cloud of dust and smoke, the bloody limbs quickly reorganized, and then continued to chase the train and galloping horses along the steel rails.

"Don't run away!"

The flesh and blood in the girl's throat was still being regenerated, her voice was like a wounded beast, her leg bones were broken.During the recovery process, he could only use the rifle as a crutch, and moved forward with support in strange postures.

"Don't run away... you trash!"

The power springing up in her body was fading, her body temperature dropped, and her vision blurred.

But despite this, the girl still slowly and firmly moved her body in the direction of Mulhouse. Although her confused consciousness had made her unable to remember the reason for doing so, something deep in her soul still made her stop these things. Human movement is instinctive.

In a sense, the Victoria Milusel in the past is dead, and now she is just a monster that retains part of the shadow of the past after getting out of control.

-

Many years later, there are still legends about the nun's evil spirit in the Alsace-Lorraine area.

Many have described nightmares of ghosts in tattered nun robes that haunt the foothills and woodlands.exist

In these strange stories, some people said that it was a beautiful woman, just like the devil who often appears in mythology and confuses human beings in this way.Others said she was a monstrous monster with a skeleton-like body hidden under the nun's robes.

But regardless of the version, they all have one thing in common, that is, the depicted monster has a pair of dark red eyes.

Folklorists who have had some good deeds have explored the archetype of this story, which seems to have something to do with the war that broke out many years ago, which has many doubts.

Through some documents and the dictation of the parties, scholars believe that the prototype of the story is a strange story in the army circulated by the soldiers of the Kingdom of Prussia in the mid-nineteenth century.

In the literature, some clues can be vaguely found through vague records and data.

After the Battle of the Vosges Mountains, the marching route in the Prussian literature seems to avoid the frontier of Mulhouse intentionally or unintentionally.In the eyes of scholars, this kind of waste of time for no reason will undoubtedly delay the military aircraft, which is absolutely intolerable when the situation of the war is not yet a foregone conclusion.

What kind of reason prompted the commander at that time to make such a confusing move?

Scholars were lucky to find an officer who had personally experienced that war by virtue of the list and connections.

"Mr. Jalil, what position did you hold at that time?"

In a small restaurant, a well-dressed old gentleman sat opposite the scholar, and he only ordered some light food and water.

"I was a lieutenant in the reconnaissance unit until I was wounded and retired from the front."

Scholars push the materials they have compiled to each other along the desktop,

"I think the so-called evil nun should refer to a natural phenomenon. According to reports and records at the time, the climate in 1858 and throughout the 50s was quite abnormal, with heavy rains, earthquakes, and even volcanoes not seen in a century. The eruptions were concentrated during that period."

"Most of the legends like the nun of the evil spirit were born in that era, and some people even speculated that it was the millennium mentioned in the "Apocalypse", although it turned out that it was just a joke - the topic is a bit far away, I checked the grounds and the terrain in the outskirts of Mulhouse is close to the foothills. I was wondering... Could it be a landslide caused by heavy rains, which caused damage to the track and some casualties , which would explain the strange line of march."

While the scholars were chatting, the well-dressed old gentleman stared at the information in his hands and fell silent.His pupils shrank because of the long-forgotten fear, and his fingers couldn't help shaking twice, causing the water to spill out of the cup.

He adjusted his glasses with trembling fingers, and left his seat a little rudely, leaving only one sentence:

"For those of you who have never experienced hell, everything in the world can be explained by science and common sense, but this world is far from being as simple as you imagine."

Saying so, he grabbed the coat on the back of the chair and left the restaurant.