In the dim church, the old man hanging on the cross had his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep. The man kneeling below did not dare to rush and waited quietly.
The soundproofing effect of the church was very good, but the man was deeply cultivated. He could hear the sounds of fighting and screams in the streets, and he believed that the bishop could also hear them. He didn't know what the bishop was thinking, but he believed that no matter what choice the bishop made, it would be correct and there would be no mistakes.
"Black-robed monk, how many people are in the church?" For half an hour, just when the man thought the bishop would not make a decision, the bishop suddenly spoke.
"There are 132 people!" The man immediately calmed down. He spent most of his time guarding the bishop, but he knew everything about the church, big and small.
"Where is the white-robed monk?" the bishop asked again.
"28 people." The man replied. Whether they are in white robes or black robes, they all have their own tasks. The Mayan Empire seems calm, but in fact, there are undercurrents. The church also has enemies. Black-robed monks and white-robed monks It is to deal with these things and protect the safety of the church.
There is only one church in the hearts of ordinary people, but where there is sunshine, there will be shadows. In the church of the Mayan Empire, many believers die every year. The church will not announce these things.
"Let the black-robed monk go," the bishop said.
"...Yes! All of them?" the man asked softly.
"What?" The bishop saw the man's hesitation.
"There are three people who have reached the critical period of promotion!" the man said. The black-robed monk and the white-robed monk are just one word apart, but their strength is vastly different.
One level above the black-robed monks are the white-robed monks. However, many black-robed monks spend their entire lives unable to break through and remain black-robed monks all their lives.
"These three people can stay." The bishop rarely changes his mind, but he is still very tolerant of people with growth potential.
"Yes!" The man stood up.
"Wait a minute -" the bishop said.
The man quickly withdrew again, his attitude extremely respectful.
"If Gandalf Russell continues to send people, you will also hand over the white-robed monk." The bishop said.
"Yes!" The man understood what the bishop meant.
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When Liu Wei'an returned to the battlefield, he happened to see more than a hundred evolvers in black robes rushing into the zombie group. These people were all holding scimitars. The blades were blood red and stained with the same red liquid as the arrows.
With a flash of sword light, the ogre's head flew up more than ten meters, spun around in more than a dozen circles and fell to the ground. It opened and closed its mouth a few times and then became silent.
Swish——
The evolver and the ghoul passed by each other. The evolver continued to kill other zombies, but the ghoul suddenly remained quiet. After a few seconds, a blood mark appeared on the ghoul's neck. With a snap, his head fell to the ground. It turned out to have been severed.
A blinding flash of sword light flashed, and the arms and legs of the abomination were all broken off. The heavy body of the abomination hit the ground. He was not dead, but there was no way to hurt anyone. His mouth refused to stop, and he kept biting and biting. There was a hole in the ground.
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These men in black entered the zombie crowd, as if they were entering an uninhabited land. Wherever they went, the zombies were either dead, or had their hands and feet cut off, and fell to the ground like human piglets.
Seeing the man in black appear, the morale of Moon Ancient City was greatly boosted. Their originally frightened expressions became excited, and they rushed forward with howls, forgetting about death for a moment.
"Who are they?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"Black-robed monk!" Northwest Lame Wolf heard the voice and realized that Liu Wei'an was beside him.
"People from the church?" Liu Wei'an asked. He felt a strong flavor of faith from the black-robed monk.
"Yes, they are the executioners of the church. If the church wants to kill or eliminate someone, it will send black-robed monks to take action." Northwest Lame Wolf looked at the black-robed monks, obviously feeling unnatural.
The Can Wolf Mercenary Group had dealt with the black-robed monks. When the Can Wolf Mercenary Group first came to the Moon Ancient City, they were quite arrogant and had great intentions of dominating the Moon Ancient City. Then, the black-robed monks took action, and there was a big battle. , ended with Canlang mercenary group surrendering after more than half of their casualties. In that battle, the group leader was injured.
After that, the Can Wolf Mercenary Group was attacked and killed by black-robed monks from time to time. Members of the Can Wolf Mercenary Group could do bad things, but not too much. If it caused public outrage, the black-robed monks would take action. With the existence of this knife, Can Lang Mercenary Group can live in peace with others.
The Northwest Lame Wolf encountered a crisis and was besieged by black-robed monks. If not for luck, a demon zombie passed by and distracted the black-robed monk's attention. He would not be the Northwest Lame Wolf, but the Northwest Dead Wolf.
"Why does the church have so many masters?" Liu Wei'an's eyes were so sharp that he could tell at a glance that the black-robed monks were all at the gold level.
These black-robed monks have uniform strength and similar skills and methods. They give people the impression that they are produced on an assembly line. This is incredible. They are not producing bread. Strength cannot be copied or mass-produced. However, These people in front of him gave him this feeling.
"This is a mystery. Before the end of the world, there were many powerful people in the church, but not so many. After the end of the world, a large number of black-robed monks suddenly appeared, and no one understood what was going on." Northwest Lame Wolf said.
"Is there a master who is teaching the skills?" Liu Wei'an thought of starting a sect, but thinking about it carefully, it was impossible. He often communicated with Master Yang and knew that martial arts requires not only famous teachers and diligence, but also Talent does not mean that if you have a good teacher, you will definitely be able to learn good skills, nor does it mean that as long as you work hard, everyone can become a talent. Famous teachers, hard work and talent are all indispensable.
It is easy for two people to gather three conditions. Ten to eight is also possible. Even ten or twenty is also possible. But he doesn't believe it when more than a hundred appear at one go.
An ancient moon city cannot breed so many geniuses.
"Is the black-robed monk very loyal to the church?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"So far, I have not heard of any black-robed monks betraying the church." Northwest Lame Wolf replied.
The black-robed monks have uniform uniforms, almost the same moves and methods, and even their expressions are surprisingly similar. Their faces are cold and their eyes are cold. If you only look at one person, you will feel cool, but a group of people all look like this, which makes people feel inconsistent. , just like watching Hollywood blockbusters, they are all generated by programs, not humans.
Liu Wei'an scanned Gandalf Russell. This man's mind was still a little wandering. He didn't even mention such important information. If a zombie hadn't happened to appear, he had an idea and came up with a way to lure the snake out of the hole. Then he had broken into the church and suddenly encountered so many gold-level masters. Even he was in a hurry.
"The bishop has sent people to support us. Don't be afraid. The bishop has been silently praying for us behind our backs. The true God is with us. As long as we persist to the end, we will definitely destroy the zombies. Victory belongs to us." Gandalf ·Russell’s voice spread throughout the ancient city of Half Moon.
Liu Wei'an somewhat understood that Gandalf Russell had been able to preside over the Ancient City of the Moon for so long. An ordinary person would definitely take the credit for himself, but Gandalf Russell did not do this. He gave all the credit to the church.
The black-robed monks were like a breath of fresh blood, which greatly stimulated the morale of the evolvers and killed a wave of zombies. However, after a long time, the evolvers' physical strength was greatly consumed, and the zombies' physical strength was infinite. The strength will never be used up. Although no one can figure out the principle of this, even if they figure it out, there is no way to reason with the zombies.
The physical strength of the evolvers dropped significantly, and the balance was slowly leveled by the zombies. If it was just like this, with the black-robed monks around, they could still persist for a long time. However, at this time, Gandalf Russell was injured. He is the city lord and the strongest person present. He fought against the golden zombies alone, preventing the golden zombies from killing. But now, he was injured, and the golden zombies rushed past and entered the black-robed monks.
Extremely sharp nails passed by, and two heads flew up, which was death. The expressions of the black-robed monks remained indifferent, as if they had no other emotions except indifference.
The golden zombie turned a blind eye to the black-robed monk's scimitar and suddenly approached. The black-robed monk wanted to retreat, but how could he do so in time? His body tightened and he had been caught. Then his neck felt cold and his main artery had been bitten by the golden zombie. The blood flowed away like a tide, and the strength of the whole body also flowed away like a tide. Along with it, life flowed away.
Pfft——
He didn't even see the golden zombie take action. There was already a steaming heart in his hand. The black-robed monk next to him raised his scimitar above his head, but he couldn't cut it down. He slowly fell down, with a hole in his chest and a gurgling gas. Blood spewed out, and the smell of blood stimulated the nearby zombies to become even more excited.
Many of the attacks of golden zombies defy physics, especially the horizontal movement, which is as fast as lightning. Many evolvers suffer from this. Normally, power is conserved. If you want to move forward, there must be a backward direction. The force shown in humans is to bend the knee joint and use the back as a support point to explode with power.
The golden zombie doesn't need it. Its feet will not bend and are straight and stiff from beginning to end, but it can move horizontally, as if someone is pulling it with a rope.
In just a few breaths, more than thirty black-robed monks were already bleeding to death. The black-robed monk's scimitar struck the golden zombie, leaving a shallow mark. It could not cut open the golden zombie's body like it could with ogres and ghouls.
It can be seen from this that the red liquid smeared on the scimitar is not omnipotent. It is effective against low-level zombies, but has limited effect against top-level zombies such as golden zombies.
The battle is still going on, and the black-robed monks are fighting one after another. Soon, the casualty rate exceeds half. According to ordinary people's psychology, if the death rate is so high, there will definitely be fear and fear, and then they will hesitate to retreat. But the black-robed monks are not like this. Psychologically, their eyes are firm, their expressions are cold, and they have no hesitation.
"Dead soldiers!" Liu Wei'an thought of a kind of people who don't care about sacrifice as long as they can complete the mission. Another point is that the black-robed monks are very quiet. When attacking, they will not scream to intimidate the target, and they will not scream before dying. It gives people the feeling that they are quiet from birth to death.
After Gandalf Russell led the golden zombies to the black-robed monks, he hid aside and bandaged the wounds. It seemed that he was seriously injured. Liu Wei'an could tell at a glance. He only suffered flesh wounds and there was blood in his mouth. , forced out by oneself.
There are more and more corpses on the ground, most of which are human corpses. There are relatively few zombie corpses, but there are quite a few zombies with missing arms and legs.
Liu Wei'an discovered another very interesting place. The Moon Ancient City also has logistics troops for collecting corpses. However, they do not collect the corpses of their own people, nor the corpses of zombies, but the living zombies, that is, those with missing arms and legs. The zombies with legs were tied with ropes and quickly left the battlefield.
A small part of these logistics personnel are low-level evolved people, and a large part are ordinary people. It must be said that they are quite courageous.
"Where did they take the zombies?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"Church." Northwest Lame Wolf replied, "Send the zombies to the church. Not only can you get rewarded, but you can also get the blessing of the true God."
"In what way is the blessing worthy?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"...Spirit!" Northwest Lame Wolf replied.
When there were only about forty of the more than a hundred black-robed monks left, another group of people rushed out on the street. This time it was smaller, only about twenty people, wearing white robes, the same style as the black-robed monks, with expressions, The eyes are similar, the only difference is the aura. The aura of the man in white robe is much too powerful.
"White-robed monks!" Northwest Lame Wolf was surprised, "So many!"
"Huh?" Liu Wei'an looked at him.
"As far as I know, the number of white-robed monks in each city is between 10-12. Because Moon Ancient City is relatively large, there are a few more people, maintaining it at around 15-16. This has been the case in the past few years." Northwest Lame Wolf Road.
"28 people, almost doubled." Liu Wei'an said.
"The church has regulations. The number of white-robed monks cannot exceed 20. If it exceeds, it violates the doctrine, unless..." Northwest Lame Wolf suddenly thought of a certain possibility, and his face instantly turned ugly.
"Unless what?" Liu Wei'an stared at him closely.
"Unless the bishop breaks through, there will be no limit on the number of white-robed monks." Northwest Lame Wolf said.
"What does breakthrough mean? What is breakthrough? Force value or something else?" Liu Wei'an asked in detail.
"I don't know. I'm not qualified to join the church. I don't understand many things in the church. I just heard from hearsay that the bishop after the breakthrough is very powerful. As for how powerful it is, there is no clear statement." Northwest Lame Wolf said.
"There are so many surprises. It seems that this cardinal is not simple. He should have seen through Gandalf Russell's mind. From black robe to white robe, then he himself is probably unwilling to show up. White robe What's on top?" Liu Wei'an asked.
"There are two temple knights in the church, but one of them is out patrolling for a long time. There is usually only one person stationed in the church." Northwest Lame Wolf replied.
"Temple Knight, do you have a horse?" Liu Wei'an asked abruptly.
"...Yes!" Northwest Lame Wolf almost didn't react.
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