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The leader of the firing squad spoke in a hoarse, dry voice, inexplicably like a carrion crow circling under a blood-red sunset: "Mr. Loganfield, we are not here to arrest anyone, we are only here to invite Mr. Mackenzie."

Kate narrowed her eyes and was about to say something.

The old knight Loganfield waved his hand at Kate to stop her from speaking.

Loganfield finally stopped lazily leaning against the wall. He stood up straight and sneered, "Ha, I've been excommunicated for twenty years. Don't call me Your Excellency. I don't participate in church affairs, nor do I want to know."

Then he slowly took out the gun from his waist and gently pulled it back, making a crisp click.

"But this village is my home, and she is my guest." The old knight smiled and raised his gun, pointing it at the Inquisition's execution squad. "You gutter bugs, not only did you break into my home uninvited, but you also want to take my guest away?"

The old knight's smile faded and he shouted sternly, "Get out!"

The old knight looked like an enraged lion, and his roar was like thunder.

"I'm sorry, we are following the orders of Mr. Fitzgerald, please understand—"

Although the tone was very polite, the firing squad actually exuded a murderous aura.

The grinding sound of the prayer wheel gears stopping simultaneously was particularly harsh in the silent dusk. All the executioners lifted their black robes and drew their weapons.

Their weapons were uniform, all flails.

The cast iron spikes on the flail were spinning at an accelerated rate, like a high-speed electric drill, proving that this was no simple medieval imitation show.

The firing squad of seventeen people maintained a unified silence. There was no emotion in their eyes, only indifference. They seemed to care nothing about what the old knight Loganfield said.

"Ha! Paul Fitzgerald, when did he get together with you conservative rats? I always considered him a friend!"

Loganfield laughed.

"Mr. Loganfield, Mr. Fitzgerald has always regarded you as an old friend. He does not want any misunderstandings to arise between you—"

The leader of the firing squad spoke in a dull and flat tone, without any emotion, as if this was just some routine social procedure.

The old knight interrupted impatiently, "Come on, cut the crap. Ever since I discovered he's hanging out with shady conservative bastards like you, he's no longer my friend!"

"Ever since I left the Vatican, I've been regretting why I didn't think of slaughtering all of you stinking bugs before I left!"

"I never thought that twenty years later, you would show up at my door! You came just in time!"

With a loud laugh, the old knight pulled the trigger.

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227 The Dusk Martyr

The rusty-smelling chant bullet hit the iron piece on the mask of the leading executioner directly.

Sparks fly.

When the executioner calmly let the bullets bounce off the iron sheets and swung the flail, the battle broke out completely.

To be precise, the outbreak of the battle was expected by everyone.

It’s just that the old knight Loganfield was the one with the hottest temper among them, and he was the first to light the fuse.

Li Shanze and Kate naturally joined the battle.

Perhaps the execution squad of the Inquisition did not dare to neglect the two great knights, so they sent heavy troops to fight Loganfield and Kate respectively.

Each great knight had to face the siege of four executioners, but in contrast, only one executioner was sent to fight Li Shanze.

The seventeen executioners had clear division of labor. Nine of them participated in the siege, and the remaining eight were watching the battle as a reserve force, ready to join the battle at any time to support their comrades.

Looking at the executioner charging towards him, Li Shanze did not feel any psychological fluctuations because of being looked down upon.

The executioner was wearing a tattered linen robe, but the cross on his chest looked to be made of solid gold.

He waved the flail, walked steadily, and rushed towards Li Shanze fiercely like a tank.

The FN Five-seveN in Li Shanze's hand roared, and bullets whizzed towards the executioner who was rushing towards him.

A scar-like scar-like seal appeared on the executioner's body, blocking the bullet shot by Li Shanze.

"It's the stigma! He is a penitent monk! You have to be careful! Li!" Kate's warning voice reached Li Shanze's ears.

Before Kate could further explain what a penitent monk was, she was interrupted by a sudden attack.

"Please take care of yourself first, Mr. Mackenzie." The leader of the executioners said in a hoarse voice.

"We are only here to invite you to visit Boston. As long as you are willing to go with us, we will not harm anyone, whether it is Mr. Loganfield or Mr. Li."

The leader of the executioners was also one of the four people who joined the siege of Kate. He took the lead, but the flail he swung was skillfully knocked away by Kate with the tip of her gun.

Kate took advantage of his arm being raised and stabbed him in the face.

The executioner leader took advantage of the situation and used his arm armor to block Kate's spear. Then, the arm armor suddenly burst out with a strong holy light, and the fierce light pierced Kate's eyes, as if it couldn't wait to take away her vision.

The battle situation at this moment is extremely dangerous. Under the siege of four people who are in perfect coordination, Kate is likely to be in danger even if she loses her vision for 0.1 second.

Kate, however, was unfazed by the ploy.

Kate's eyes were filled with a sacred light, and her originally beautiful blue pupils had now turned into a bright, sacred, and pure white.

She sneered, "Oh, such a despicable trick, so it's you, 'The Martyr of the Dusk'."

"God bless you, I'm honored that the Great Knight still recognizes an old man like me." The Martyr said in a flat tone.

Anyone could tell that the "honor" he said was just a polite remark.

But the flail in his hand was not as calm as his reminiscing, but smashed towards Kate fiercely.

The four of them attacked Kate with remarkable coordination, attacking in unison and with perfect timing. Kate, brandishing her spear, could only barely parry. It took several rounds before she could barely return fire, allowing herself a moment to catch her breath.

Kate was calm as water, skillfully using her honed fighting skills to maneuver and patiently look for flaws in this four-man battle formation.

Compared to his successor, the old knight Loganfield's fighting style is more bold and aggressive.

A powerful holy light gathered from him. Seeing such a strong and pure holy light, no one could believe that this was a knight who had been excommunicated by the Pope.

The holy light formed a holy shield on Loganfield's body, wrapping him tightly in it.

Then, in this sacred and inviolable posture, he charged straight into the formation of four executioners besieging him.

This ruthless and violent fighting style left the four executioners who besieged him helpless. Anyone who faced his sharp edge would likely be crushed by the old knight, and they were forced to form a tighter formation, gathering firmly in one place, for fear of being dispersed and then defeated one by one.

"It doesn't matter! Tie him up! The show 'Amish' has been taken offline! If he keeps consuming it like this, his willpower won't last long!" The Martyr still had the energy to give orders while besieging Kate.

"How dare you be distracted?" Kate shouted angrily, and stretched out the spear in her hand suddenly, piercing the wrist of the Martyr.

The Martyr of Dusk could no longer hold the flail in his hand and was about to fall to the ground. Kate then kicked him towards another executioner who rushed over to cover up the Martyr of Dusk's weakness.

It turned out that Kate's move was a feint. Her real purpose was to surround and attack the reinforcements. The reinforcements were caught off guard and quickly turned their heads to hide.

The Dusk Martyr's flail brushed past his head, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Kate's boot struck him hard in the jaw.

Amid the sound of jaws cracking, the four-man joint attack formation was broken.

Kate thrust her spear forward, and two blood-red fountains shot up into the sky.

Except for the Martyr who quickly retreated when he saw that things were not going well, the other three fell to the ground one after another.

The new team of four cautiously surrounded them and formed a siege again.

"How dare you lose focus in the middle of a battle with the Grand Knight? You're simply disrespecting the Grand Knight of the Church!" Kate glared disdainfully. "If Mickey were here, I'd have sent you to bathe in the Lord's glory long ago."

"Praise God, if you were riding your beloved unicorn, we wouldn't be the only ones coming here." The Twilight Martyr retreated temporarily and answered in a hoarse voice.

He was greeted by the wild laughter of the old knight Loganfield: "Hahahahaha! If the great knight rode a Pegasus, you bugs from the Inquisition wouldn't dare to embarrass yourselves!"

"Even that traitor Paul Fitzgerald can only mobilize a bunch of bugs like you, right?"

The old knight laughed wildly as he fought.

Unlike Kate and Loganfield who have the upper hand, Li Shanze seems to be caught in a dilemma.

Li Shanze seemed to have no way to deal with this repentant monk. He had no way to break his holy marks, nor could he withstand his attacks. He looked extremely embarrassed and in danger.

However, his skills were unexpectedly slick, and the repentant monk's movements seemed particularly clumsy, which allowed Li Shanze to escape at the critical moment many times.

Seeing that the two Grand Knights were particularly troublesome, the Dusk Martyr instructed the remaining four executioners who were raiding the battlefield, "Go capture the monkey first. With a hostage in hand, our kind Grand Knight will be more willing to accept the invitation."

The four men responded and moved, leaving only a Twilight Martyr who was slowly healing his wounds with holy light.

"Wow, no way! This is so unfair. You actually sent out five people to deal with a mortal like me?" Li Shanze complained loudly.

However, the five people who were "besieging" him remained unmoved and continued to narrow the encirclement.

Although he was extremely agile and tried hard to run farther and farther, he was gradually caught up.

The five executioners slowly surrounded Li Shanze in the center, patiently narrowing the encirclement. They were almost done with it, but they were carefully on guard against Li Shanze's pistol.

They counted the bullets patiently - there were at most five bullets in Li Shanze's gun.

As soon as the magazine in Li Shanze's gun is used up, they will rush forward immediately.

They did not complete the encirclement in order to lure Li Shanze to empty his bullets so that they could capture him without any risk - no one wanted to get hurt when capturing such a small character.

"I'm not running anymore, I'm not running anymore! It's not fair!" Li Shanze suddenly stopped panting. He supported his knees with his hands, gasping for breath, and looked as if he was exhausted.

Facing the five people who cautiously surrounded him, Li Shanze suddenly lowered his voice and sneered in a voice only they could hear: "Ha, have you heard of my hometown, China?"

The five executioners who surrounded them were all stunned, with blood flowing from their mouths, noses, eyes and ears.

Then, the next moment.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Five gunshots rang out.

Amid the smell of gunpowder, five bodies fell to the ground.

The smell of blood attracted greedy crows, which circled in the low, blood-red sunset.

Li Shanze removed the empty magazine, installed a new one, and then pulled the slide of the pistol, making a crisp click.

Li Shanze pointed his gun at the Martyr, slowly approached him, and shot his left hand, which was emitting healing holy light.

Then Li Shanze smiled and said, "You're right, Mr. Twilight Martyr. Hostages are very important. With you as a hostage, I think those ignorant executioners will stop, right?"

228 Nightfall

Cold sweat broke out on the Martyr's forehead due to the severe pain, but the expression on his face remained calm, as if he was not affected by the gunshot wound in the slightest.

The Martyr looked at Li Shanze coldly, and said nothing except the word "heretic".

He frowned and stared at Li Shanze.

He wanted to understand how this oriental-looking man, whom he had not taken seriously before, could use his sorcery to defeat a combat team consisting of four executioners and a repentant monk with stigmata in one go.

Unfortunately, Li Shanze's upturned mouth with a mocking smile and the black muzzle of the gun in his hand refused to answer any questions from the prisoner.

The Martyr turned his head and calmly looked at the battlefield where the two great knights were besieged, as if he was not injured and was not being pointed at by a gun.

But his subordinates did not have such good psychological quality as him. After Li Shanze controlled the Martyrs, they immediately lost their composure.

As a result, they were quickly seized upon by the two great knights, Kate and Loganfield, one new and one old, and were defeated one by one.

The last eight executioners also fell in a pool of blood, none of them escaped.

Under the bloody setting sun, crows attracted by the smell of blood circled impatiently, eager to have a good meal.

They called their friends, but due to the murderous aura rising into the sky, they dared not land, so they had to circle around in the low sky.

"It's a pity that all your companions died because of you." Li Shanze said sarcastically.

"This is all because of your heretical tricks. You will be subjected to endless punishment by the Inquisition until your death." The Martyr's tone was flat, as if he was stating some eternal truth of the world.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood." Li Shanze shook his head.

He replied in a more matter-of-fact tone, "I'm not talking about the fact that I killed five of you and caught you. That wasn't your responsibility."

"There's a saying in my hometown: 'Just like a butterfly can't fly across the ocean, no one has the heart to blame.'"

Of course, Li Shanze did not say this directly in Chinese, otherwise, the martyr would have died with blood flowing from his facial features like several of his subordinates.

Li Shanze pointed at the setting sun that was about to sink into the horizon and said with a smile, "I mean, your nickname is not a good one."

"A martyr of the twilight, a martyr of the twilight, as the name suggests, is to die in the twilight." Li Shanze patted the martyr of the twilight on the shoulder, "Your men were killed by your name."

"Why, didn't you arrange for an astrologer to do your divination before you set out? Anyway, Paul Fitzgerald has been colluding with heretics for a long time."

Faced with Li Shanze's behavior of obviously making fun of his name, the Martyr did not show any anger, but instead looked thoughtful.