Chapter 28: Life and Death Battle on a Rainy Night (Part )
"eyewitness!"

The moment Horn saw Durdafer, this word popped into his mind.

He didn't understand where the fat man's behavior just now came from, but when he saw his face, there was no need for him to live anymore.

The priest in front of him was dressed in rags and probably not an important person.

Horn's hand touched the half-sword at his waist.

"Secret Party!"

At the same time, this word rose in Durdafer's mind.

This longboat was the one that Jilo was riding on, and the steel sword behind the young man also belonged to Jilo.

There is only one possibility, that Jilo has been killed by this secret party.

Considering the uprising at the monastery, they attacked from both sides, collected ships and set up bait, and used Gilo's ship to ambush. It was a meticulous plan that was linked together and took every aspect into consideration...

Damn it, why aren't such talented people from our church? Those bishops and cardinals are just sitting there doing nothing!
With a frustrated sigh, Durdafu smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I get it. I admit defeat. It's my bad luck to be caught by you. Take the witch with you..."

Before Durdafo could finish his words, he suddenly heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Sir, be careful!"

Sitting down at the bow, Durdafo covered the hole in his clothes on his abdomen in disbelief.

If the monk behind him had not held him back, and if he had not blocked the blow with a stick of black bread in his arms, he would have been killed by the sword.

Damn it, you are crazy, are you serious?
The cold light of the sword blade glowed silver in the light of the lightning, and Horn's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily.

Seeing this, Durdafo suddenly understood. He took a deep breath and said, "It's the Radical Secret Party. Believers, retreat quickly!"

Shouting, Durdafu turned around and tried to escape.

Horn wanted to chase after him, but as soon as he took a step, he suddenly felt dizzy and almost lost his balance.

Just this half-second error actually allowed Durdafo to get ashore.

Originally, Horn didn't want to let Na use the arc magic so easily, but seeing that the ragged fat priest not only had accomplices but also wanted to escape, there was nothing he could do.

It's thundering and raining now, I just hope that Father Durdafo doesn't notice this side.

Kill this first, then intercept the Iron-Tooth Monk before he sees the priest, and eliminate all witnesses, and you will win.

This was originally an almost impossible task, but now it is different.

"The call is coming!"

In the darkness, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and accurately hit the monk who was protecting Durdafo as he moved forward.

Green smoke rose, and the monk could not even shout, and fell to the ground with a peaceful smile.

"Witch——"

With a scream, Jeanna jumped out of the boat like a nimble cheetah.

The holy flag in his hand was rolled into the shape of a battle axe, and lightning flashed, leaving black lightning patterns on the oak pole.

The holy flag axe drew an arc and cut off half of the head of a night guard. The white brain slid off the oblique surface like tofu.

She ducked to avoid the grappling spear swung by the night watchman, and Ranna stretched out her hand and another bolt of lightning struck, creating a charred hole in the chest of a guard.

She stood up and raised her head, holding the flagpole of the holy flag horizontally, and made a true cross stance. She used the rear end of the flagpole to push back hard, stabbing the crotch of the night guard who was about to launch a sneak attack.

Just as the guard was kneeling on the ground with his hands covering his crotch, she leaped up like a pole vault, dropped from the sky, and broke the guard's neck with one foot.

In just five seconds, Jeanna effortlessly killed four armed men.

But after using high-quality arc magic and breathing techniques continuously, even the witch couldn't help but stand there and take a breath.

Jeanna was a little dazed after using the magic and didn't notice that the two small balls had rolled to her feet.

After all, she is not an old witch, and her defense against holy objects is not as strong as those old guys.

The vast holy water mist enveloped Jeanne, and her blood seemed to be frozen, and her throat and nasal cavity felt as if they were burned by fire.

"Cough cough, cough cough——"

Jeanne covered her mouth and nose and coughed violently. All the electric snakes that had been hovering on her body disappeared, leaving only the black lightning patterns in the oak wood and faint electric light.

"careful!"

Sparks flew, and Jeshka stepped sideways, slashed in the opposite direction, and slid down along the armored soldier's sword, directly cutting off the soldier's right wrist.

The soldier was naturally furious. He ignored the bloody half of his wrist still hanging on the hilt, and stabbed at Jeshka's calf with his left hand holding the sword.

Then his throat was pierced by the Holy Flag Spear.

The holy water blocked Jeanne's ability to discharge arcs, but failed to block her ability to discharge by contact.

The holy flag gun in her hand was still emitting a faint fluorescent light.

Without Jeanne's electric light, the surroundings became completely dark.

The torch would be extinguished by the rain in less than three seconds, and would still become the target of public criticism. In the darkness, the sound of wind and rain seemed to be muted, and the previously inaudible breathing sound was amplified several times.

No one could tell the direction and could only pace slowly. The previously noisy fighting field suddenly became quiet.

Until a flash of lightning streaked across the sky from the dark clouds, illuminating everyone's pale faces.

The young soldiers of the Children's Army, the young and strong villagers, and the night guards all roared wildly.

Then in a flash of lightning, they all rushed towards the nearest enemy.

The guards retreated, to be hanged by the Archbishop of the High Castle.

If the villagers retreat, they will be beaten to death by the saint's grandson and their families will be exiled.

Once a pawn crosses the river, it cannot turn back.

They all knew that this time it would be a fight to the death.

Shouting, colliding, roaring, clothes tearing, dogs barking...

Countless voices harmonize in the sound of wind and clouds like a concerto.

Walking quickly forward in the cold rain, Horn's body seemed to be burning with fire. His throat was itchy, he had no strength, and his face and arms were unnaturally red.

Maybe he really has a cold and fever, but at this moment, he can't do much about it.

The dizziness did not make Horn lose his mind. He kept his eyes fixed on his target, the fat priest.

Only he could see his face clearly up close, he couldn't keep it!
He could hear the fat priest's heavy breathing, his increasingly heavy footsteps, and the rustle of his clothes as he moved through the bushes.

Close at hand!

There was a sound of a heavy object breaking through the air, and Horn raised his sword in a panic to block it, almost knocking the sword flying.

In a flash of lightning, Horn saw the scene clearly. The fat priest in tattered clothes was holding a thick loaf of black bread and glaring at him.

"You damn radical!"

"It's you that damn it!"

In the mud and bushes, Durdafer holding black bread and Horn holding a half-sword collided fiercely.

Horn was too weak to muster the strength, Durdaffer lived a life of luxury, and both of them were novices in swordsmanship.

During the charge, the two men rushed in the wrong direction at the same time.

At a distance of half a meter, the two men, one to the left and the other to the right, both facing the enemy with their backs diagonally, slashing and stabbing wildly at the air.

It was not until another flash of lightning appeared that the two men were able to turn around and hold swords facing each other, stabbing each other with the tips of their swords half a meter apart.

"I'm not afraid to tell you that I'm the runner-up in the 12-year-old swordsmanship category of the Rose Garden Monk Tournament!"

"Come on, do you think I'm hanging you?"

With a steeled heart, he closed his eyes, let out a war cry, stepped forward, and smashed around with the black bread in one hand, but it was clear that he could only hit nothing.

But it was too dark and Horn could not see clearly. He heard the sound of Durdafo's steps and thought that the fat priest was rushing forward, so he also rushed over and was hit on the shoulder.

Before Durdafo could be happy, he saw that the black shadow that was hit did not slow down at all and rushed towards him like a mad pig.

The panicked priest immediately tried to jump away with light steps, but then he slipped and fell on his back.

As for Horn, he couldn't stop the car and fell onto Durdafer's soft belly.

The weapons of both men were thrown away somewhere during the fall.

After losing their weapons, the two men began to wrestle and tear each other apart with their bare hands on the ground. The cross, gold and silver jewelry, bone flute, dagger, and other equipment exploded all over the ground.

But the difference in their weight class was too great. After just a few rounds, Durdafer seized the opportunity to hold Horn down with his backhand, and sat on his waist with the force of a mountain pressing down on him.

Horn struggled desperately, but to no avail.

The thick and fat fingers tightly grasped Horn's neck, Durdafer's face was ferocious and his eyes were red.

"Unclean! Bastard! Die! Die!"

The corners of his mouth twitched and drooled. The kind and benevolent Durdafu in front of the believers looked as terrifying as a devil in hell.

Horn beat Durdafo's face with both hands, trying to pry his fingers apart but unable to exert any force because of the wrong posture.

I can't breathe.

At this moment, he could no longer tell whether the dizziness was caused by lack of oxygen or illness. He just beat Durdafo's head with his increasingly weak fists.

Is he really going to die here?

The rustling of leaves, the sound of rain, and the sound of fighting not far away, everything was gradually fading away.

Lightning flashed in the dark clouds, and the world in front of Horn became increasingly blurred. Durdafo's red face, a little fire not far away, and branches swaying in the wind...

Wait, what is that?
(End of this chapter)