This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

"I've really figured it out these days," Neos said, looking out the window at the town filled with poisonous gas, as if to Colin, but also as if to convince himself.

"...That old man Huang beat me with a stick and brought me here just to clean up this shithole. When I'm done cleaning this shithole, I'm going to hang this old bastard up from the toilet and whip him with a copper-headed leather belt until his crown is all over the floor!"

"boom!"

A shell flew in from the horizon and exploded downstairs of the church. Neos lost his balance and his face hit the ground. He was forced to kowtow to the gray sun outside the window.

"Varied--"

At this moment, a burst of gunfire and shouts of killing came from the poisonous gas cloud, breaking the deathly silence. The two men immediately became alert and pricked up their ears to listen carefully.

"It's reinforcements! They're approaching the town!" Colin said excitedly, "The support is coming!"

Suddenly, Neos's attention was drawn to a small black dot in the distant sky. At first, he thought it was just an illusion caused by his nervousness. But as the black dot grew larger, he realized it might be an airplane.

"Look!" Neos pointed out the distance through the window and shouted, "What is that?"

Colin looked in the direction he pointed and saw the approaching black dot.

"A reconnaissance plane!" Colin said excitedly, "But...is it the heretics' or ours?"

As the plane approached, the roar of its engines grew clearer. The three held their breath, nervously watching the biplane's silhouette gradually take shape. As the plane circled over the town, Neos finally made out the symbol on its wings—a cross symbolizing God!

"Crusaders!!" Neos was so excited that he almost jumped up. "The reinforcements are finally here! We have to find a way to get their attention! Don't let them mistake us for enemies and blow us up like they did just now!"

However, they soon realized a serious problem: the poisonous gas cloud covering the entire town obstructed the pilot's vision. The plane circled over the poisonous cloud several times but was unable to get close enough for reconnaissance.

"Damn it! They can't see us!" he said anxiously. "We have to find a way to let them know we're here and come rescue us!"

Neos's brain raced, and suddenly, an idea struck him. "Quick, let's go look inside the church and see if there's anything we can use as a signal!"

The two immediately split up to search the church, and soon Colin found several curtains with huge crosses printed on them in a corner.

"Saint! I found something!" Colin shouted excitedly.

Neos ran over immediately. Seeing the curtains, his eyes lit up. "Great! Quick, hang them in the tower windows!"

Together they hung the curtains on their rifles, leaned out of the tower window, and began waving and shouting frantically at the plane. However, the plane didn't seem to notice them and began to slowly move away from the town.

"No! Don't go!" Neos shouted, his voice hoarse due to the corrosion of chlorine.

"Are you fucking blind?! Can't you see this massive cross? This is absolutely heresy! I'm going to burn him at the stake until he gets his relics!!!"

Watching their only hope slip away, he felt an unprecedented surge of rage and despair. They had been trapped for so long, their wills and bodies stretched to their limits. In this moment, all rationality was thrown out the window.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"F**k me!" Neos roared, grabbed the rifle beside him, and repeatedly pulled the bolt and pulled the trigger, firing indiscriminately at the plane. The bullets drew arcs in the air, but obviously could not reach the plane in the high altitude.

"Saint, calm down!" Colin tried to stop Neos. "This will only waste ammunition! And it will expose our position!"

But Neos was no longer listening. He continued firing at the plane until his magazine was empty. When the last bullet disappeared into the sky, Neos finally stopped, breathing heavily, his eyes filled with tears of anger.

Just then, Neos suddenly had an idea. "Wait! Shine them with the light! Isn't he blind? Let's see if he can see!"

He hurried to a broken mirror, knocked it off with the butt of his rifle, grabbed the largest piece and shone his flashlight into the fragments, trying to attract the pilot's attention with the reflected light.

Seeing this, Colin immediately joined in. They took turns operating their flashlights, trying to reflect the light in the plane's direction. A miracle happened. Just as the plane was about to disappear from sight, it suddenly changed direction and flew straight towards the church.

"Success!" Colin shouted excitedly, "They saw us!"

"Isn't this not blind? Haha!" "Fuck!"

However, their joy soon turned to fear. The plane was getting closer and closer, but it showed no signs of slowing down. Instead, the machine guns under its wings suddenly opened fire, and bullets rained down on the church tower.

"Da da da da da da-"

"Get down!" Neos yelled, throwing himself at Colin beside him. Bullets slammed into the stone walls of the church tower, sending up a shower of gravel and dust.

"Saint!" Colin cursed. "That idiotic pilot thought we were the enemy!"

"He might as well be blind! This is definitely a heretic's plane. Where's my gun? I'm going to take down this heretic who stole our plane today! Not even God can stop him, I say!"

After a burst of fierce strafing, the plane flew over the church and began to climb. Neos knew that if this misunderstanding was not corrected immediately, they might lose this chance of rescue forever.

Ignoring Colin's attempts to stop him, Neos grabbed the curtain with the cross on it and climbed to the top of the tower. Standing on the crumbling spire, he frantically waved the curtain and shouted.

"We are friendly forces! Friendly forces!!" His voice sounded so weak in the howling wind.

The plane turned again, heading for the church. Neos' heart was in his throat, wondering if the pilot would recognize them this time. Colin was ready to pull him off at any moment.

"Om————"

In excitement, Colin and Neos suddenly emitted the same light blue light. The range of the blue light around Neos expanded greatly, just covering the church, and the suspended poisonous gas also settled a little.

Finally, a miracle happened—no, it wasn't a miracle, but the cooperation of the two. The pilot seemed to have finally recognized them and lowered the plane's altitude, almost brushing against the church spire. When passing Neos, the pilot even deliberately shook the wings a few times as a friendly gesture.

"Where are you going?! Damn it, I'm going to burn you at the stake when we get back—damn it, I was wrong, bro! Stop it!!"

Neos was so excited that he almost jumped up. He saw the communicator in the back seat of the plane waving at him, and then suddenly threw several objects.

"Look out!" Colin yelled, thinking it was a bomb.

But they soon discovered that those were not bombs, but several gas masks stained with vomit. Apparently, the communicator was worried that the friendly troops in the church would not be able to survive the poison gas for long, so he quickly threw down all the usable gas masks in the cabin.

Neos looked at the dirty gas masks scattered around the church, feeling both angry and amused. He heard loud shouting from downstairs, and when he looked down, he saw that it was Dominic and the others.

"Hurry!" Neos shouted to his comrades below the tower, "Go collect those masks! Defend the church! The reinforcements know we're here!"

Dominicana and his group downstairs saw from afar a small light on the tower at the top of the church. It was this light that guided their route like a beacon in the thick poisonous fog. After they finally got closer and saw that the lighthouse was Neos, the pilgrims knelt down one after another. Dominicana squinted his eyes and looked at Neos, noticing that when the pilgrims knelt down to Neos, the range of the blue light around him expanded a lot.

"Are we creating a god that belongs to mankind?"

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Before the reconnaissance plane returned to the ground, the communicator in the back seat had already sent the location of Neos and others to the regiment. The Pilgrims of Suffering took the lead in launching a surprise attack on the front battlefield, while the Tenth Plague Procession, which smeared the blood of lambs on themselves in an attempt to use God's power to protect themselves, organized a wave of commandos to attack the church.

Luce and the others were suddenly stopped by Ogsger, the Chapter Master of the Tenth Plague Parade. The Chapter Master's eyes swept over the young faces of the new recruits, and there was a subtle hesitation in his tone:

"You have a crucial mission next." He paused, as if weighing his words. "That is to rescue our Sword Master Dominic and that Saint at all costs. This is the highest priority. Even if you all sacrifice your lives for God, you must rescue them both!

This is an order from Rome—"

Captain Ogsger took out a metal cylinder from his arms, cut off the wax seal with a dagger and showed it to the soldiers:

"This is the coat of arms of Pope Benedict. This secret letter comes directly from the Pope and is signed by the Pope himself."

He took out the parchment, unfolded it quickly, glanced through it, frowned, and read it again carefully.

“...What the hell...?”

He frowned and glanced at the elite soldiers standing in the team far away. Luce noticed that his eyes lingered on the observer for a moment longer.

Ogsger's gaze swept again towards the elite soldiers in the distance, especially the observer. He took a deep breath, as if trying to form his words: "Uh—cough cough!"

He cleared his throat. "I've read the Pope's letter. It's exactly what our mission is, except it includes his expectations of us. It's that simple. We must complete the mission and bring back the Saint and the Dominican Sword Master alive!"

Luce was keenly aware that there was something unnatural in the Chapter Master's tone when he said the word "alive." She quietly observed Ogsger's expression and found that his eyes flashed with an elusive and complex emotion.

"Captain Burton," Ogsger continued to give orders, "Issue the best equipment of the chapter to the mortal soldiers now. All soldiers who will enter the poison gas zone are not allowed to be anointed—put on protective clothing. In ten minutes, we will use artillery fire to open a passage for you!"

After Ogsger finished speaking, he was about to throw the parchment into the fire. At this moment, a discordant mechanical voice came from the team:

"Respected Chapter Master," the observer, clad in plate armor and holding a spear, stepped out from the ranks. "The Strategic Prophecy Committee has conveyed the Lord's latest instructions. The Lord has projected a victorious future into my mind. Please allow me to follow the ranks."

Ogsger's expression instantly stiffened. He calmly replied, "Uh... I think it's okay. After all, you all possess more of the Lord's power. If you all join the attacking team, it might attract heretics. You should go to the front line."

As the Chapter Master spoke, he unconsciously scratched his back. The Chief of Staff standing behind him noticed this detail—it was a habit of Ogsger when he lied! The Chief of Staff was startled, realizing that the letter from the Pope must contain something that the Strategic Prophecy Committee could not know.

"Bang!" The observer struck the rock with the back of his spear, creating a deafening sound. Everyone's attention was drawn to him. The observer's voice, emanating from his helmet, carried an undeniable firmness:

"According to the Lord's revelation, I need to follow this unit. After this mission is successfully completed, the Lord will bless a devout believer in this team. This believer will be promoted to a saint by the Lord to fight against the new plague of the Lord of Hell."

The observer's helmet lens was always focused on the Chapter Master and the Chief of Staff, as if he could see through their hearts. He slowly walked into the group of Luce and others, and finally stopped beside Luce.

Luce felt a chill run down her spine. The presence of the observer gave her an inexplicable sense of oppression. She forced herself to remain calm and asked, "What can I do for you?"

"Hello again, pilgrim who will become a saint." The observer's voice was mechanical, with a hint of greed. "The Lord values ​​you very much. Do not let Him down."

Luce wanted to ask more, but the observer was already walking towards the church shrouded in poisonous fog, spear in hand. She looked at the Chapter Master and the Chief of Staff and found that their expressions were somewhat unnatural.

Ogsger announced loudly: "Everyone! Action begins!"

Following the order, Luce and the other soldiers began to put on protective gear. The observer's suggestive words echoed in her mind, and she felt inexplicably uneasy.

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"Boom!" "Attack! Attack! Attack!"

Luce carried a light machine gun, and the veterans around him raised their guns and fired skillfully. The regiment gave the best equipment to this group of mortal soldiers, and distributed the submachine guns and semi-automatic rifles that they were reluctant to use on weekdays to the soldiers.

“Boom!” “Boom!”

The grenadiers behind him threw those precious bombs that had been sprinkled with holy water and blessed forward as if they were free, blasting a path through the heretic position in front of them that was shrouded in poisonous gas.

"Da da da!"

The new recruit next to Luce was a little panicked. He threw all the shooting skills he had learned in the past few days to God. When he saw a moving shadow in the poisonous fog, he held down the trigger of the submachine gun and started splashing water until the shadow could no longer move.

This action directly caused the soldiers around him to hide behind him.

"To the northeast! Look for the flare!"

“Buzz——” “Boom! Boom!”

The reconnaissance plane overhead once again dropped a flashing white flare in front of the team, guiding the team's attack direction. In the distance, the main force of the regiment was also putting pressure on the heretic legion. The large-caliber heavy artillery smashed the heretics' simple defense line to pieces. For the first time, the artillery witches in the heretic legion gave up hunting the clergy in the regiment, and instead fired shells at the regiment's artillery team.

"Look! Here we are! Is that the Saint?"

The shock wave from the exploding shells dispersed some of the poisonous fog in the position. The sharp-eyed Luce suddenly saw a blue light on the church tower in the distance. The veteran leading the team quickly commanded them to rush towards the church tower.

"Ok?"

The observer took out a pistol from the corpse on the battlefield, loaded it, put it on his back, then held the spear, stared at the dazzling light on the church, and stared at Neos' figure.

“Chi——”

The observer's body suddenly emitted waves, and ripples appeared in the space. The power from the ether sea continued to pour into his fragile flesh and blood body. The powerful force dissipated most of the poisonous fog around him.

“God bless us!” “The Lord is watching over us!” “We will win!” “The Lord is with us!”

Everyone was delighted to see this miracle, but they did not notice that the observer's walking posture became stiff, like a puppet.

"The Cursed... and the Traitor..."

"I am coming."

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Mu Yuan traveled to a small garden world full of gods and Buddhas, and obtained a golden finger in the incredible realm of imagination!

"What am I afraid of? Fight! Kill!"

Divide your own spirituality and transform it into talent, then enter countless worlds for further study!

In the world of Umamusume, you are born to fight and will not stop until you die! If you survive hundreds of battles, you will eventually become a god!

In the Dark Forest Universe, we hold the [authority of humanity]. Humans are humans, Trisolarans are humans, and aliens are also humans. In the vast sea of ​​humans, humans follow the crowd, and the universe is one family of great love!

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finally...

Mu Yuan crawled out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses with a crazy smile, with countless burning selves behind him.

"Come on! All of you millions of gods, come at me together!"

"Today, I will use the reflections of the heavens and myriad worlds to smash your rules and kill my way through the small garden!"

Rising Flames: 1914: Chapter 24: For Neos!

“Hi! We’re here!!”

In front of the church gate, several pilgrims saw the reinforcements running out of the poisonous fog. The team was composed entirely of mortals armed to the teeth, without any elite soldiers of the church.

"That's great—which unit are you from? Thank you so much! Command hasn't forgotten us!"

A wounded pilgrim slung his rifle behind his back and walked towards the reinforcements. While greeting everyone in the church, he walked up to Luce and the others, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and said: