Ember Skywalker

Chapter 180 Foreigners!

The town is surrounded by a tall fence.

At this time, the gate had not been closed and there was no one guarding it.

The town was unusually quiet and everyone seemed to be asleep.

The sound of horse hooves echoing in the empty streets seemed extremely abrupt.

"Boss, it's too quiet here." A mercenary said vigilantly.

He vaguely felt something was wrong.

Although the night should be quiet, it was too quiet.

Suddenly he understood the source of his uneasiness.

There was not even a dog barking or a child crying.

Being a town in the woods, the least people had to have was hunting dogs.

Wuman's face was gloomy: "Don't dismount, be ready for battle, and leave immediately if you encounter any situation."

The clouds in the sky grew thicker, blocking the moon.

The night grew darker, with only dim lights coming from the houses on both sides.

"Look, what is that!"

A mercenary suddenly pointed at the windows on both sides of the street and said.

Through a layer of curtains, several human shadows and lights were cast onto the window.

There are adults, women, and children.

Judging from their shadows, they seemed to be holding hands, standing straight by the window.

"It's there too." said another mercenary.

"And there!"

At some point, more and more human figures appeared on the windows on both sides of the road.

Looking around, the whole street is like this.

Wuman's eyes narrowed into a line, and his hand holding the sword tightened unconsciously. He said in a deep voice:

"Take another look ahead, then get out of here.

I'd rather live in the forest tonight than in this damn place."

The shadow in the window looked outside quietly without any further movement, as if watching the five people move forward.

Not long after, a small church appeared in front of Uman.

This is a simple two-story building with a pointed roof. The light coming through the windows is brighter than anywhere else.

At this time, there were still people praying in front of the church.

There were more than twenty of them, kneeling devoutly facing the church, with their hands clasped together and muttering something.

After finishing reading, they lay down with their whole bodies prostrated on the ground, maintaining this posture for a long time without moving.

Wuman breathed a sigh of relief and put the half-drawn sword back into his hand.

People with faith are at least not foreigners.

The foreigners have lost their "humanity" and are just a group of beasts.

Just then, someone's horse snorted, and the sound was particularly harsh in the silent night.

Those crawling people turned their heads and stared at Uman in unison.

Their upper bodies were still lying on the ground, but their heads were twisted strangely, looking very scary.

Most importantly, their postures are exactly the same.

Clang!
All five men drew their swords!

The horse that Uman was riding even stood up, as if it was greatly frightened.

His heart was so nervous that it was about to explode.

Those more than twenty pairs of eyes, fanatical and cold, were so similar to the eyes of the foreigners that night!

At this moment, a man dressed as a priest stood up, gestured to Uman, and said strangely:

"Please be quiet, God, a sermon is being preached."

The latter swallowed his saliva and asked slowly:
“What is God saying?”

“God said that without the favor of dawn, those who are lost in the night will continue to be lost.”

"Oh? Then how can we gain the favor of the dawn?"

“First, have faith.

Faith makes body and soul whole, brings favor from the gods, and gives strength to mortals. "

Wuman gradually began to smile, but his smile became colder and colder. He said:

“So, how do you gain faith?

The man uttered two soft and low syllables, as if calling lost migratory birds at dusk.

"Prostrate."

"Haha, fuck you!"

Wuman spat fiercely on the ground.

Pointing at the prostrate people, he shouted:
"Just like these cheap things? Without humanity, only divinity, it's no different from being wiped out!"

The curtains on the second floor of the church were suddenly drawn open.

An old man with white hair and beard looked at Wuman coldly, his eyes cold and full of murderous intent.

The next moment, he roared strangely.

Roars rang out simultaneously from all over the town.

Wuman shouted, "Retreat! Get out of here!"

The five men turned their horses around and galloped back the way they came.

boom!boom!
The doors on both sides of the street were smashed open, and the foreigners rushed over roaring...

"Raven, something happened!
Ten days have passed since Uman agreed to return, but there has been no news from him." Monroe said grimly.

"Did you send anyone to look for it?"

“We have been searching for three days and still have no news.

With Uman's ability and four mercenaries, and in the Grand Duke's territory, I can't think of anyone other than foreigners who can make them disappear without a trace."

"Which area did Wuman investigate this time?"

"The six northern towns."

Raven went over the six towns in his mind and said in a deep voice:
"Onivia and the two masters from the Temple of Wisdom stayed here for many days, waiting for news from Uman.

Now it seems necessary for us to go to the six northern towns in person."

Monroe nodded.

Raven handed Lentini's affairs over to Sean and set off for the Six Northern Towns the next day.

There were nine people in the team that set out.

In addition to Raven, Onivia, Yovel and Rossos, there was also Priest Mason and four wise cavalrymen.

In the first ten days, Raven and his team carefully explored five towns, but found nothing.

Then they set out on the same path as Uman—

Trail leading to Fuller Township.

"The last town is ahead, and further north is Sussex County." Raven said as he walked.

At noon, the group arrived outside the town's gate.

At this time, there were traces of blood on the gate, and a deep sword mark.

The sword mark was so deep that it almost cut through the gate.

Raven stared at the sword mark, frowning.

It looked like the sword was meant to split the gate, but it failed.

His eyes swept under the door, where there seemed to be a few wisps of horse mane still remaining.

Raven's expression grew serious.

At this moment, Rossos suddenly turned his head and looked towards the forest on the right.

There, five or six farmers were standing in the gloomy woods, staring at the team quietly.

Seeing everyone around, the farmers walked out of the forest.

Behind them were several wild beasts, their heads had been smashed and their bodies were limp.

Raven's eyes narrowed.

These beasts were crushed to death by the tremendous force, even their bones were shattered, which is why they are so limp.

The farmers just looked at the few people and then dragged the beasts into the town.

“I had a feeling something was wrong,” Rossos said. “It was a gut feeling.”

“Those few people gave me a strange feeling.

I can’t explain it, it seems like a kind of spiritual strangeness.”

Bishop Yeovil spoke, a solemn look in his eyes.

"Get ready, let's go in and take a look."

It was noon, but there were few pedestrians on the streets of the town, and most of the houses on both sides had their doors and windows closed.

Soon, the team arrived in front of a simple church.

Unlike what Uman saw that night, there was no one in front of the church at this time.

Rossos stared at the church for a while, shook his head, and said:
"I can't tell what church it belongs to, Guerrero, go knock on the door."

A wise cavalryman stepped forward and knocked on the door with his wire-gloved fist, but there was no response.

"Keep knocking, there is someone inside." Rossos said coldly.

Yovil shook his head and said, "Since he doesn't want to come out, we shouldn't force our way in. A god's church deserves respect."

The team continued to move forward, and when passing a yard, Yovil suddenly stopped everyone.

"Open the door."

Guerrero stepped forward and pushed the door, which slowly opened.

(End of this chapter)