"Although Mr. Chester has never said it out loud, I know that the deepest thing in his heart has always been that all of us can survive..." The too thin young man casually broke the neck of the walking corpse in his hand. Give the spirits that were forcibly left behind the rest they deserve.
Agnes also casually grabbed the neck of the zombie rushing towards her and exerted a slight force.
"But the affairs of the indulgent faction are our responsibility. There is always no way to avoid the death of some people, although Mr. Chester has always used all his strength to protect us..." Vincent took back himself Looking at Agnes, he said in a voice that Agnes could hear, "...He is one of the few people in the school who has successfully made his students leave."
Agnes cleaned up the zombies one by one and did not respond to Vincent's words.
She knew exactly who the students Mr. Chester had successfully left were.
The Rose Academy's tight control over its members relies on oath contracts that go deep into the soul. And Mr. Conti was able to leave the Rose School, either because he was still at the stage where the oath contract had not been reached, or because Mr. Conti, or more likely, Mr. Chester, paid some price that she is still difficult to know to get rid of Conti. Mr. Oath Contract, and if you want to terminate the oath contract related to the gods, the price you have to pay must not be small.
Agnes gathered her thoughts and focused her attention on the living people who were mixed with the walking corpses. Their eyes were cold and cold, and they rushed towards them without hesitation. During the battle, these people gradually grew black hair and mouths. The fangs and sharp claws shone like metal in Bayam's gradually slanting light.
It was indeed different from her own waiters. Agnes couldn't help but sigh slightly, and then asked: "Are all these 'waiters' going to be killed?"
"They are no different from those dead bodies." Vincent was silent for a moment, and then said to Agnes.
"Okay." Agnes replied in a calm voice.
She looked at the "living corpse" being besieged not far away, and her eyes fluctuated slightly.
...
The burly man frowned and swung out a series of wind blades to attack the pale man with deep-set eye sockets in front of him, with some vague doubts in his mind.
These people are basically big pirates who are on the Sonia Sea Bounty List and are extremely cruel.
But even if they are big pirates, few people dare to choose to forcibly confront the Punisher on Blue Mountain Island. After all, Lord Cotman is here.
For pirates, there is an essential difference between being at sea and on land. Pirate ships are an extremely important strength for them. In most cases, when pursued by church and colonial garrisons, they preferred to create chaos and then take advantage of the chaos to escape.
And now, the burly man looked at the altar in the cave. The lightning strike sent by Lord K2 during the battle with the enemy shattered the rocks above the cave. The altar, which was obviously part of the bloody sacrificial ceremony, was protected by those pirates. It was not buried by the broken rocks, but was inevitably exposed to the west slanting sunlight, allowing the punishers to truly see the appearance of the altar.
The burly man was convinced almost instantly that the pictures he received did not exaggerate the evil of this bloody sacrificial ceremony, and even downplayed it because they were just pictures. In comparison, the so-called bloody sacrificial rituals that followers of the "Poseidon" are accustomed to can only be said to be primitive rather than evil.
Even out of duty as vicars, they must prevent the ritual from succeeding, even though it is clear that this is what the being who sent the picture wanted.
Under the control of the burly man, the waves rolled towards the altar from a distance, and the burly man's face turned slightly pale. The young man behind him opened his arms, and the sacred light spread, leaving burnt scars that were almost melting on the pale man who rushed towards the burly man. Several bullets carrying light golden light were fired from each of the punishers, towards the face. The pale man was hit everywhere.
Snow-white frost spreads rapidly in the direction of the waves, and the peaks of the waves solidify quickly. The mixed gravel remains in the sun, shining with crystal light colors. The turbid seawater behind it spreads up the smooth slope, adding to the height of the peak. .
The pale man turned his body sideways and dodged most of the bullets with a light golden light. At the same time, he shrank his body as much as possible and blocked his arms in front of him. Several bullets hit the pale man's arm, and black-green gas spread out from the wound with burn marks. The dark skin around him quickly faded into pale, slowly squirming, and his bloodshot eyes almost changed into... Bright red, showing cold malice that seems almost crazy.
The slightly transparent figure in mid-air noticed something strange below, and an angry scream that was difficult for humans to hear spread out and echoed among the rocks. Everyone below seemed to feel that their heads were being hit hard. Hammer, his vision seemed to be blurred by blood, the breath of blood was brought into his lungs, and his ears were filled with a buzzing sound.
The slightly transparent figure in mid-air disappeared in an instant, and a faint cold breath filled the air. The frost around the altar quietly thickened a little, and a hand that looked a little old grabbed the mummy on the altar, with a look on its face. A wrinkled figure appeared next to the altar, and then it became illusory and transparent together with the mummy. Indescribable bright colors flowed around the appearing figure, and then the two figures quickly became invisible.
Lord Khogori snorted angrily, and his hair spread out against the laws of nature. The roots were clearly defined and entwined with lightning. A bow and arrow flashing with thunder appeared in his hand, and dark clouds piled up in the air, turning gray. The silver-white electric light intertwined with the bow and arrow from Lord Khogori's hair, heading towards the corpse on the altar at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.
Thick lightning fell from the dark clouds, superimposed on the bow and arrow, and the complete silvery white color seemed to come from the anger of the gods, falling on the altar.
A deafening rumbling sound resounded, and the dust from the broken rocks was mixed with silvery ice chips, and a little dark brown dust was almost inconspicuous.
Wisps of electric light spread quickly, and the bodies of the scattered dark creatures stiffened for a moment, and then fell to the ground under several wind blades flying towards them.
"Take these pirates back and hang them, and at the same time trace this person's traces." A voice that contained anger sounded, and His Excellency K2's pale face was a little gloomy. The waves were rolling, and the dark clouds in the sky were getting darker.
