Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 348 344.From the City of Fog

  On the periphery of the encirclement, the Gordon Saint, who has scattered the shackles of the war, has been placed in a life support biological cabin. The black fox tried his best to stimulate his life.

  But it's useless at all.

  Gordon Saint was actually dead when the nuclear bomb was bombed.

  He is still alive now, all because of the power of the red moon eroding him.

  The burned horrible face no longer showed any expression. He would lie in the biological cabin, with a difficult tone, speaking to Jiang Xia and Master Murphy in front of him.

  Not far away, Heya, who was guarded by several masters, also half-kneeled beside the Bishop of Ashburial, who seemed to have recovered his sanity, and listened to the news it brought back from the Mist City.

  Warnings and messages from Master Fleming.

   "Manu's arrival is not just for invasion and destruction."

  As Lao Jiang continued to inject the vigorous spiritual power in his body into the biological compartment, the vitality of Gordon Saints at risk was also maintained. He used a muddy, trembling voice, as if he was entrusting his funeral.

   said to the two people in front of you:

  "The attack on the Watch Lighthouse, the occupation, the war in New Yorkshire, and this disaster all came from Fleming’s plan.

  The thirteen heroes who sealed the body of the Red Moon in the gap between the nightmare and the world have already noticed the recovery and resistance of the source of the monster.

  Their seal may soon be broken. They must bring this news to us so that we can prepare in advance.

  But it needs a victim.

  A victim who can withstand the invasion of the red moon with will, and can send the news back to the new colony before the complete fall.

  Samina used her own ability to go to the capital of fog, instead of Manu’s seal, allowing our brother to escape. With a vital reminder, he voluntarily fell into the darkness.

  He is willing to give up his glory and dignity, become the running dog of Red Moon, and become the bishop of Ashburial, and he will return here. "

   "What a crazy plan."

  Master Murphy’s one-eyed trembling, he said

   "If we hadn't received reinforcements and gained incredible power, Manu and his tide of monsters would be enough to destroy us all.

  Manuna is not like a disguise!

  Red Moon really used his body to project his nightmare power from the dream on the coast, if it weren’t for that bomb."

   "They have no other way."

  Jiang Xia shook her head, maintaining the movement of injecting spiritual energy, exhaled the smoke ring, and said softly:

  "They have been desperate. Except for this kind of suicide, they have been unable to spread the news. Indeed, Father Manu is a respectable victim.

   But perhaps Master Fleming has another meaning. "

Boss   Jiang looked back at the deadly and desolate battlefield, he said:

   "If you can't even resist the dark vanguard of the Red Moon, it doesn't matter whether Manu can bring back the news of the broken seal.

  It is better for you to die in the hands of your former partners than to become members of the monsters.

  This is like a test of the right to survival.

  If you can't stop the Bishop of Ashburial, then the persistence of the new colony is meaningless. Only by surviving can you be qualified to receive warnings and plan to resist or counterattack. "

"maybe."

  The small half of the Gordon Saint lying in the biological cabin has been turned into ashes.

  At the end of his life, he seemed to be back to the light, and in his weak words, he recovered a bit of strength. He coughed, and his face was almost turned away.

  But there is no longer a pair of eyes to see.

"I'm dying."

He says:

   "The power of the red moon is attacking my soul. He tried to turn me into his lackey, but he couldn't. Boss Jiang, is the agreement we talked about still valid?"

"Yes, I have."

  Lao Jiang retracted his hand filled with spiritual power, and he said to the Gordon saint in front of him:

  "I have interests in your world that I cannot let go. Now Red Moon is eyeing me again and hurts my friend. Even if he wants to make peace, I will not accept it.

  I will fight him to the end! "

"it is good!"

  The saint laughed hard, he said:

   "Murphy, you bear witness!

  After my death, all the witch hunters under my command have left the witch hunt and returned to the Helford family. They will follow Helya Ben Helford as if they were following me.

  Until the darkness of this world is completely expelled, until it brings real hope to our hometown!

  The ashes that I manage, the ashes power from our brave compatriots, are all transferred to Boss Jiang as a reward for supporting this battle. "

  "Your will will be realized!"

  Master Murphy severely hammered his left fist into his chest, and responded in a deep voice.

  "As for me, this old man of mine has no longevity. My family died fifty years ago. I should have left at that time."

  Gordon Saint sighed, he said:

  "I have been fighting for so long, and I have walked so many paths in the dark. I am not afraid of thorns and thorns ahead, but I am afraid that the darkness will still be at the end of the road.

  Thank you, boss Jiang.

  You let me see the light.

  I can finally go without worry, I can finally go back to the embrace of my family. After I die, my ashes are yours.

  Inherit my strength.

  Use it well. "

  The old man tried his best to show a smile, but he couldn't. As Lao Jiang stood straight and watched, Gordon Saint relaxed his fist.

  With a muffled sound in his body, the crimson energy entwined around him, like a strange snake, collapsed in an instant, and his body collapsed in an instant.

   is like burning flames during cremation.

  The body of the saint ignited rapidly, and in the next instant, it turned into a cloud of ashes as bright as the light of dawn.

  He can actually survive.

  As long as he accepts the power from the red moon in his body, he can survive like the Bishop of Ashburial, and even become stronger. That is the whisper and temptation that stems from the darkness.

  Wimps could not refuse at all.

   But for fighters, such a temptation is completely meaningless.

  Monsters can't understand the pursuit of the fighters, just as they can't understand the sacrifice of heroes.

  Master Murphy half-kneeled in front of the ashes. He lowered his head and saw the saint off like a witch hunter. More elite witch hunters also silently stepped forward, half-kneeling behind the master.

  They use this to mourn the departure of a saint.

  The departure of the witch hunters is without mourning, nor the fancy rituals. They are walking on a path of despair, burning themselves, and illuminating the front.

  At the end of life, leaving the power that can be passed on to young people is their best funeral.

  Lao Jiang is not a witch hunter.

  He didn't kneel down.

  But he stood there, put his left hand on his right shoulder, and bowed his head slightly forward.

  Not just because of this precious gift.

   also because of the departure of a heroic soul. The great sacrifice should not only be mourned in words, but also should be remembered in the heart and turned into endless courage to inspire the latecomers to succeed in the future.

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   "Your mother's arrival is an unexpected joy."

  "We were desperate, but Samina’s appearance gave us a hint of warning. Fleming planned this adventure, and the courageous Samina replaced my seal.

  As a result, I was free.

  I knelt under the dark majesty of the red moon, and I fell voluntarily. "

  "I don’t know if you can stop me after falling. I dare not guess. Even Fleming, who made this plan, dare not guess, but we have no other way.

  Only take a risk.

  In this dark age, we can only choose to believe in our companions, we can only choose to believe in the heritage of the witch hunter and our broken civilization, and we have the last hope. "

  "When I left, Fleming told me that if you can't resist it, then I will destroy the new colony. Perhaps for you, it is more like a kind of mercy."

  Herya half-kneeled beside the Bishop of Ashburial.

  This king-level monster no longer has the majesty of killing the Quartet before. The enchanted shroud on his body has been completely destroyed by the nuclear bomb, revealing the disgusting flesh and blood that melted.

   is like a cloud of blood that is constantly squirming and multiplying.

  He has almost lost consciousness.

  The dark power of the red moon burned his mind and thinking, only when he was awake at the end of his death, like a repeater, he relayed the words that he had engraved in the depths of his heart.

  Fr Manu is dead long ago.

  When he voluntarily fell to the power of the red moon, the personality that belonged to him had already died.

  He knows that his destiny will end at that time, and he lives as a microphone who doesn’t know if he can succeed.

  But he was willing to accept this fate without complaining.

  Just like when he followed Fleming to the foggy city and sealed the red moon, this priest of the old age has always believed in the gods he believed in and will not give up this doomsday world.

   "When you hear these words, it means you won."

  "My brothers, it’s only a matter of time before the red moon breaks through the seal. The double collision of nightmare and the world makes the seal last three years at most.

  You can choose to fight, or you can choose to give up.

  No one will blame you.

  But we will be in the foggy city, holding on to the last moment, we will be in front of the gates of hell, and win the last three years for you. There is also, Helya.

  If you are also listening.

  Your father and your mother, please refer me to tell you.

  Everything you do makes them feel proud. You have found the door to liberation. Please send as much of our civilization as possible to a safe place before the end.

  Your parents love you so much.

  But unfortunately, they may no longer be able to see you as they did in the past. Don’t worry about them. Those who love each other will be together until they die, which is a kind ending.

  Please tell old Saen for them.

  Let him stop living with pain, no one has ever blamed him, Fleming is very grateful to him to replace him and raise you up.

   Helya, let’s leave.

  Your parents have already shouldered everything in the world for you, and you don’t owe anything to this world.

leave.

  Enjoy your life.

  This is the last gift they can give you. "

  There are not many words that Bishop Gray Burial can bring out. It is definitely an extremely painful process to engrave this information on the soul without hiding from the Red Moon.

  But he finally completed his mission.

  After retelling the last sentence, the Fleming couple relayed the words he brought to the baby girl, the body of the bishop of Ashburial, like a fire, burned quickly at this moment.

  He used the last remaining will to reject the “gift” of the power of the Red Moon.

  At the moment the power of nightmare escaped, his cursed life came to an end.

  In the blazing fire, Hurya, with red eyes, took out an iris pendant from the hands of the bishop of Ashburial. She held the items that father gave away in her heart.

  The young girl was crying loudly, but no one came to reprimand her for her weakness.

  On the contrary, more witch hunters looked at the Countess with a reverent gaze. It was the Countess who brought them powerful reinforcements at the time they needed it most.

  It was the Countess who saved them.

  There has been a gossip in the camp, saying that Lady Helya is the destined savior of the doomsday world, and she will definitely bring a new era to this broken world.

  Witch hunters are superstitious guys, they believe this rumor.

  And the flames burning by the cursed in front of him also dimmed. In front of Hirya, a pile of ashes that were equally bright as the light of dawn was shining with a delicate luster.

  This is a gift.

  A victim, the last gift left to this world.

  (End of this chapter)