You don't even want to call me godfather

"No, Bo Ye, how can you be sure that we are safe now?" Before Koshei could answer, Abrhan interrupted. He looked at Azazel and Raphael who were completely confused and said, "Even these two rookies can track us down, not to mention those more regular executors. They are not fools."

"Tsk, aren't we in the most dangerous situation now?" Bo Ye smacked her lips. She casually put her fingers to her mouth and bit her nails. Then she asked Koshei, "Koshei, what should we do next?"

But at this time, Koshe was standing on the edge of the rooftop, staring straight at the bridge in the distance.

This bridge was the only access to the border in that area of ​​the city, and he remembered this from last week's trip.

So he is very puzzled now and secretly anxious.

“…She hasn’t come yet.”

After a long time, under Boye's gaze, Koshe turned around, drew out his pistol, and looked around at the people around him.

"Iris, she's not here yet," he loaded his pistol and held it to the side of his head, "but the pursuers are here."

"Eh?"

Hearing this, Kule quickly bent down, clung to the edge of the roof, and observed the situation below.

Although the executors all had devices to block the brightness of the halo, they still had to pass through the bridge, which undoubtedly exposed their actions.

Just as Abrhan predicted, at this moment, fully armed executioners were crossing the bridge one after another, heading directly towards where they were.

Chapter 101: Obsession Inscription

"Commander Klovel, are you really prepared to go into battle in person?"

On the other side of the bridge, Xila, who witnessed batches of executors crossing the bridge, looked at Clowell's profile hesitantly.

It is a very difficult task to find someone in the entire Lateran City. After Sang Yangsha used his ability to find someone under Clowell's willful request, he no longer had the physical strength to continue fighting.

And Sariel needs to evacuate the surrounding citizens. Tonight is Christmas Eve, and it is difficult to ensure whether there will be some disobedient people who leave their homes without permission and come to the streets. Sariel's ability can just deal with these people.

So, now the only one standing next to Clowell was Xila.

Fortunately, she was able to sit firmly in her current position without relying on the power of Sariel and Sang Yangsha, so she was not worried even if she was alone.

"Ah, some things should end."

Looking at the executors who had basically all crossed the bridge and were ready for battle, Clowell stood there with a heavy heart, clenching his fists tightly.

Xila, who had been observing her quietly, seemed to have something to say, but after a moment, she just sighed secretly and did not intend to ask the reasons and motives of this action.

There are many rules in Rutland, but if you follow these rules, you can live a good life. She has taught her two children this before.

Although living like that is not free, as a mother, she just hopes that her children can live well and become an indispensable force in this country, just like her.

But unfortunately, Mostima is a child who is unwilling to obey discipline. She is even willing to become a fallen angel and turn against her mother in order to insist on following her own path.

Azazel, who was deeply influenced by his sister Mastema, began to show signs of being out of control at some point.

She originally thought that handing Azazel over to her old friend Ou Ya might help the situation. But now she suddenly remembered that the outcast who left Cardinal Lateran despite everyone's objections was also a close friend of Ou Ya.

They are all troublesome guys. Although she wanted to say so, when she thought about her deception of Ou Ya over the years and Ou Ya's angry expression in the restaurant not long ago, she knew that she had no right to blame anyone.

She seems to be the worst person, as she can sacrifice everything without hesitation in order to get stability.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Xila seemed to sense something. She turned her head and looked behind Clowell.

There was nothing there, but for some reason, she subconsciously clenched her hand cannon.

"What's wrong, Xila?"

Noticing Xila's sudden nervousness, Clowell tilted his head slightly and looked at her with some suspicion.

"...No, it's okay, Commander Klovel," after staring at the place that just gave her a strange feeling for a moment, Xila sighed and shook her head, "I was overthinking it."

She loosened her grip on the hand cannon, and Clowell turned his gaze back to the distance.

Next to the bell tower, the flickering fire in the darkness and the echoing gunshots in the surroundings announced that the executioners had already exchanged fire with Koshe and others.

"It has already begun," Klovair drew his pistol and prepared to step forward, "Then it's almost time for us to--"

"Bang! Bang!"

Before Clowell could finish his words, two deafening gunshots rang out less than a meter away from him.

"Xila?"

Clowell turned around and his eyes widened when he saw the scene behind him.

Iris appeared behind him at some point, holding a dagger in her hand, with the blade no more than ten centimeters away from him. Just before her knife touched Clowell's neck, two bullets easily tore her elbows and knees.

"Uhh—!!"

With a scream, the figure collapsed backwards to the ground.

The knife fell to the ground because of the broken joint of her hand, and the severe pain from her shattered knee made her unable to get up.

Now she is hanging with two severed limbs.

"You are..." Clowell looked down at her lying on the ground, and then reached out to suppress the gun that Xila was about to use to finish her off. "No, she can still be of great use to us."

Xila hesitated for a moment, but the only thing she could do was to obey the order, so she put away the hand cannon.

"..."

Iris used her only remaining hand to desperately cover her elbow, trying to prevent her limb from breaking completely. Blood gushed out from the broken part, soaking her clothes and staining the ground red. The rapid loss of blood left her with no strength to resist. Only the extremely hideous expression caused by the severe pain could reflect her unwillingness.

I failed, she thought.

"Humph……"

Seeing Iris staring at Xila with resentment in her eyes, Clowell seemed to have thought of something. He completely ignored Iris's injuries, leaned down, grabbed the wrist of her hand that was covering the wound, and then forcibly lifted her up.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh"

Iris clenched her teeth and let out a series of muffled groans and growls.

The unprecedented level of pain almost made her faint, but she knew she couldn't let go. If there was nothing to block the wound, she would die within a few minutes at the current rate of blood loss.

But Clowell seemed not to hear her hum, or he was enjoying Iris's pain. He just dragged her, step by step, towards the bridge.

Iris' legs were dragging on the ground. Even though it was extremely painful, she could only lock her legs in an awkward position to prevent the part below the knees from breaking.

When Clowell reached the middle of the bridge, he let go of the iris and threw it on the ground. A trail of blood was left behind him as he walked. Even Xila, who was following beside him, couldn't help but frown at the scene.

Even when dealing with enemies, one should not be so cruel, and this is certainly not something a country's military commander should do.

"Commander Kloviel, what are you going to do?"

Xila took a deep breath and asked Clowell.

"No matter how rational a person is, he or she will often be emotional when it comes to the people and things he or she cares about," Klovier watched Iris crawl forward little by little and use the guardrail to barely sit up. He lowered his head slightly, and his tone was filled with an irrepressible smile. "People with wisdom are often the most foolish people, just like fish never yearn for the world on the mainland. If they are wise, they will definitely go to this inevitable death."

Clovel stood in front of Iris and raised one foot.

"This is a monument of obsession left by those who once fought against the truth."

As soon as he finished speaking, Clowell stepped hard on Iris's nearly broken knee.

"Uhh—!!"

The pain was unbearable even for Iris, who had endured it until now.

Her cries of pain echoed throughout the street and the entire battle area.

The heart-wrenching screams reached the ears of every executioner, as well as the ears of Koshe who was standing on the top of the bell tower.

Chapter 102 Broken String

At this time, the area between the bell tower and the bridge has become a war zone. The people on the top of the bell tower not only have to deal with the enemies constantly coming up from the corridor, but also have to avoid attacks from outside the bell tower.

"Bang! Boom!"

"Boye! Be careful!" Abraham hid behind a bunker, pointed his gun at the stairs, and after dealing with a wave of enemy vanguards, he shouted to Boye, "Although you have Kule and I to cover you, you still have no protection when you stick your body out!"

"Humph... But this is more like our style, isn't it?" Bo Yi tucked the gun under her armpit, she pulled the ring of a grenade and held it in her hand, "Destroy everything together, I remember saying that."

"Ha...but don't go too far, Bo Ye."

Abrhan shook his head helplessly. He leaned out from behind the cover and pulled the trigger the moment the next enemy showed his shadow.

The bullet hit the enemy's head accurately, and the enemy's body stiffened and fell backwards.

Almost as if by tacit understanding, Bo Ye took advantage of the moment when the enemy was blocked by the bodies of his teammates and threw a grenade towards the stairs.

"boom--!!"

For a moment, smoke rose. If it had been at other times, the grenade would have definitely caused great damage in such a narrow space, but unfortunately, the height difference between the stairs and the executors' not-so-dense attack queue meant that this attack had no effect at all.

But while the smoke was still there, Koshe, who was crouching on the edge of the rooftop, quietly put his hands on the ground. Several unnoticed shadows quickly rushed into the smoke from the ground, followed by several groans and the sound of something falling to the ground.

After the smoke cleared, all that came into view was bloodstains and scattered guns on the ground. Several Sakotas and fallen angels were stunned for a moment. No one knew what had happened. Only Koshe, who was loading bullets silently, knew the fate of the owners of those guns.

The few hound pups that had just been secretly released returned to his shadow. This wave of cleanup should be able to buy a little time for reorganization. People like Bo Ye who fought fiercely probably didn't pay much attention to their ammunition reserves.

They did not go to the Fallen Angels' base this week, so they naturally did not prepare sufficient ammunition.

It should be like this...

"Hurry, now is the time." Bo Ye took out a suitcase from somewhere, leaned it against the wall, and opened it. It was filled with magazines that matched the caliber of the guns in their hands. "Fortunately, Kule prepared some ammunition temporarily. Otherwise, if we run out of ammunition and food in this place, we will basically be finished."

Koshe silently looked at Kule beside him, and Kule's eyes were also avoiding him, seeming a little embarrassed.

Yes, how could he forget this? It was obvious that Kule was also someone who had experienced time travel.

"Huh?" Just as Abrhan and Boye were loading ammunition, Koshei's keen hearing detected a bad sound. As soon as he turned his head, his eyes widened and his heart tightened. He immediately threw down Kule beside him and shouted to the others, "Get down!"

"boom!!"

Following a curved trail of smoke, a small rocket landed on the rooftop and exploded not far from the group.

Before the explosion, Abraham and Boye both fell down behind the nearest shelter the moment they heard Koshe's warning.

Only Koshei and Kuler, who were closest to the center of the explosion, were blown away a short distance. However, when the explosion occurred, the hound pup was attached to his back, so the two did not suffer any substantial harm. The only loss was probably the pitiful box of ammunition.

The rubble thrown up by the explosion fell on everyone, the air was filled with dust, and the big bell swayed from side to side due to the aftermath of the explosion, making a loud noise.

"Boom-thump-"

The sound of the bell completely disrupted Koshei's hearing, and now even he could not grasp the timing of his next attack.

“Ahem… Holy shit… They even brought out this kind of guy. Are these people completely crazy?”

Bo Yi coughed a few times, waved her hands to disperse the dust floating in the air in front of her, and complained at the same time.

"Well... after all, this clock tower has some historical value. That guy really did everything he could to get what he wanted..." Abraham got up from the ground. When he thought of Clovel's face, he clenched his fists, but he quickly adjusted himself and turned his gaze to Azazel and Raphael. "But you two, since you have chosen to stand on our side, you should do something practical."

The two men had been hiding behind the outer wall at the staircase, and neither the previous battle nor the rocket bombing had any effect on them.

It's not that Abraham wanted to complain. He also knew that due to their identities as executors and not fallen angels, these two children would most likely not be able to attack their own kind. But in the current situation, perhaps he really needed to rely on their strength.

Whether it was Abraham, Boye, Kule, or Koshei, none of them had the means to deal with long-range enemies. The only one who could use a long gun, Hesi, was still in prison. So the only one who had a long gun on the scene was Azazel.

"Eh?" Azazel, who was named by Abr Khan, was stunned for a moment. His expression was quite hesitant, and he avoided looking at the fallen angels. "But, I..."

Azazel had too many things to worry about, whether it was his position as an executor, the risk of becoming a fallen angel, or the expectations of his mother, Xila. Ouya's team originally received an order to assassinate Koshe, which he did not want to do, but he also did not want to betray Lateran. If it were not for Raphael's strong opposition, perhaps he would still be staying in the hotel and choosing to do nothing.

Ou Ya's initial judgment of Azazel was correct. No matter how outstanding he was, it would be extremely easy to destroy him mentally.

"If Asa can't do it, I'll do the shooting." Just as Azazel was hesitating, Raphael suddenly took the musket from him. "I said this when I disguised myself as the son of a rich family."

"Eh?"

The musket was easily snatched from his hand, which showed how fragile Azazel's current state of mind was. He looked at Raphael with some disbelief.

"I wasn't kidding," Raphael walked along the outer wall to the rooftop, half-crouched, set up the gun, calibrated the scope, and searched for the source of the rocket. At the same time, he said nonchalantly, "Even now, it's still effective."

"Raphael..."

Azazel lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and clenched his fists. He was struggling in his heart and hating his own weakness.

Whether it was the previous mission against Abraham and Gui'er, or the mission to assassinate Koshei, or the current situation, Raphael could always make choices and decisions first.

Although he is older than her, he seems to have always lived under her protection. Raphael will take on all the things he is unwilling to do and the things he cannot do, while he hides behind Raphael like a person who only knows how to avoid.

"...Hu..." Azazel took a few deep breaths, then walked to Raphael's side and squatted down. "Pay attention to the pupil distance. You are too close to the sight. The center of the field of view should be aligned with the optical axis. The shadow area around the imaging area must be even, and there should be no crescent..."