In Terra, she is a hunter and a bad woman.

But Agni just bowed slightly to him.

"Please, Mr. Father..."

"I swear on my life."

The priest did not use any extra words to describe other things. He just looked at the woman in front of him and spoke calmly.

The only remaining eye was flashing with a determined light at this moment.

The woman bit her lip.

She looked at the child in the priest's arms, and with great effort, she silently took off the ring on her hand and placed it next to the other person.

Stand back and lower your head.

In the face of disaster, there was very little she could do.

Now handing her beloved child over to the priest is the best thing she can do for him.

And with that first person, more and more people started making decisions.

Most of them are women... They don't believe in priests either, but they know that at this time, if they can't even protect themselves, they won't be able to protect their children.

So they could only hope for a miracle from the priest.

Soon, a large number of Sarkaz children gathered in the church.

The priest was also watching silently at this time.

"The pursuers are coming! Everyone, run!"

Just as the crowd was moving, they suddenly heard the calls of their companions from afar.

At some point, a large group of soldiers came chasing after them.

This further disturbed the crowd.

More and more people are struggling to send their children to this church before anything happens.

The priest also took the initiative to help, dragging his body, which had not yet recovered, and tried his best to help everyone present place the child in an area of ​​only ten square meters.

Perhaps fate was kind to these children. Just as the allied soldiers rushed over to start the massacre, the children finally completed their evacuation...

“Da da da da—!”

Tongues of flame spewed out, mercilessly slaughtering the people who had not had time to evacuate.

The priest gritted his teeth and risked being shot through by gunfire, standing outside the church, the air in his lungs being compressed as much as possible.

"Stop! Everyone! Stop!"

He growled like a wild animal.

But unfortunately, his words had no deterrent effect. The surrounding coalition soldiers continued to ruthlessly slaughter all the Sarkaz people around them, and then turned their heads to look over here.

The dilapidated church had no walls to cover it, and everyone could see the Sarkaz children inside.

But they showed no mercy and raised their weapons on the spot.

And it was at this moment that the priest resolutely raised his weapon.

His injured body could not hide the anger in his eyes. The burning flames stirred up a hurricane, blowing his silent black robe.

Even if there is only one person.

Even if he only had an unloaded Guardian Gun in his hand.

He remained as firm as a mountain, confronting all the soldiers present.

"Are you planning to declare war on Lateran?!"

He growled, his voice concealing a quiet madness.

And these words indeed intimidated all the soldiers present.

They looked at each other, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment.

It is impossible to disguise Father Lateran's features, as evidenced by the halo and wings that stand out in the midst of war.

Although they had no idea how a Lateran could open a church here, they knew that they could not attack the other party inside the church.

To put it mildly, this was just an accidental injury on the battlefield, but to put it more broadly, it could be a provocation against a religious country.

Although Lateran wasn't big, everyone knew the fighting power of that group of fanatical religious elements...

Just when everyone was at a loss, the commander of this group of soldiers came out.

He was wearing a neat military uniform and standing in front of the priest.

His cold gaze swept over the priest's shoulder and looked at the Sarkaz people in the ridiculous church behind him.

"I don't know when the Lateran Church will accept the Sarkaz."

“Maybe you don’t know enough about the church.”

Seeing that the other party had no intention of taking action for the time being, the priest was silently sweating.

He held his guard gun tightly and did not put it down.

"Please ask your soldiers to lay down their weapons. Today is Sunday..."

"..."

The commander looked at Father Sakota in front of him and paused for a moment. He stretched out his hand and pressed in the air. The soldiers around him also lowered their guns hesitantly.

"Maybe... I rarely come into contact with people like you. I've only heard about your stories."

The commander did not deny the other party's words to him. He just lowered his head and stared at the other party silently after a moment of silence.

"But, this is a battlefield, Mr. Father... I understand your compassion, and I am willing to respect you and Lateran behind you, so I am willing to give you a chance."

"Choose ten from these children."

"This is the biggest concession I can make... You should understand that for a soldier, such an action already means betrayal..."

The man said this, but the priest just gritted his teeth.

"I'm sorry, I love all these kids, I don't want to lose any of them..."

The priest still didn't give in.

The commander beside him frowned.

"You mean to say that you will defend these barbaric monsters?"

"I can still tell whether it's a human or a beast."

The priest's eyes were calm, he took a deep breath, and his tone was unyielding...

"Please leave... Fighting is not allowed in the church."

"..."

The commander didn't say anything, nor did he leave. He just looked at the man in front of him silently with calm eyes.

"..."

Above the sky, the ferocious warships showed no mercy...

The soldiers in full gear looked confused...

……

Maria shuttled through the chaotic ruins.

Her pace seemed to be one step slower than the army entering the city. There was no sound of breathing around her. Under the burning flames of war, even the blood that had just flowed had dried up.

Maria frowned slightly and continued walking.

Soon, she came to a ruin that was so ugly that she slowly stopped.

Right in front of her.

A disabled man with a black halo on his head was lying against the wall, quietly hugging a child.

In the ruins, broken limbs can be seen everywhere...

Chapter 267: Be ashamed of what you have done

"……It is you."

Even at this point, the priest still did not die.

Beneath the slightly rising and falling chest, there is a heart beating like a motor.

Holding on to his last breath.

Maria could clearly see the allied soldiers around her with their eyes wide open in disbelief. It seemed that they had never imagined until their death how this seriously injured priest, who was alone, could take down all of them with just a guard gun.

"Ah."

Maria nodded.

She naturally saw what kind of people the broken bodies in the church belonged to, but she said nothing. She just walked forward silently with regret and looked at the other party.

She knew the other party would fail, but she didn't expect the failure to come so soon.

She didn't say anything to provoke the other person, but in her perception, the other person's vital signs were getting weaker and weaker.

He is beyond help.

"It's really... embarrassing..."

The priest said this in a self-deprecating manner, and reluctantly raised his head, trying to smile at Maria.

But in Maria's eyes, this smile was more uncomfortable than crying.

His miserable face covered in blood made him look both pathetic and ridiculous.

In the silence, Maria paused for a few seconds and let out a breath softly.

"I'm not a professional, and I don't understand the process of praying for the deceased, but..."

She stretched out her hand, slowly placed it on the man's face, and slid it gently.

"You've done a great job..."

"You are already very good..."

"Now, enjoy the peace you deserve."

Maria tried to soothe the man's eyes and make him give up holding on to his last painful breath.

Unless there is a miraculous doctor at this time, there is no chance of saving the patient.

Instead of continuing to struggle in pain, it is better to let go.

He had done everything he could... only to fail in the end.

But Maria clearly underestimated the man's will.

At this moment of severe blood loss and collapse, he actually stretched out his hand as if he had a last breath of life!

He grabbed Maria's hand!

"Not yet..."

He whispered, his tone vague and indistinct, but even at this moment, his eyes still shone with a surprising light.

His emotions began to fluctuate and his voice became deeper and deeper.

A flame of desire was burning above the wide-open single eye.

He was not willing to let it end like this!

Maria did not break free from his hand, but just looked at him calmly.

"What else do you want?"

"..."

It was just a simple sentence, but it silenced the priest who had finally ignited the flame.

He still doesn't know what he wants, he's just unwilling to give up...

I have been preparing and accumulating for decades... I still hope that I can save these children and become the spark that changes the world.