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"Damn! Did you clearly say that you would let us go after the temple is finished?"

In the pale snow.

A dark red altar is slowly steaming.

Beside the huge altar, thousands of refugees in shabby clothes gathered.Among them, there are men and women, old and young.Everyone has uncontrollable fear on their faces.

"Yeah, aren't we going to let you go now?"

Right in front of the crowd.

A two-meter-tall crusader captain in silver power armor was spreading his hands innocently, looking at the huge crowd of people in front of him with a half-smile.

He was in his forties and was considered handsome.Tall, with a thick layer of stubble on his chin, he looks like a middle-aged man.

just.

That innocent smile on his face.

But it made everyone present grit their teeth in hatred.I can't wait to punch that crusader hard in the face.

only because.

Around the ranks of refugees.

Hundreds of crusaders, armed with all kinds of firearms.They have been surrounded.

In front of him, there was only a small path leading to the blood-red altar, which could be moved.Not far away, there were several young men and women who had turned into corpses and fell in the snow.

The huge penetrating wound in the chest and abdomen almost divided his body into two halves.

Viscous dark red blood mixed with broken internal organs.The splashes were everywhere, like a blooming dark red rose on white rice paper.

Along with the icy goose feather snow, it slowly fell from the sky.

Those bloodstains.

It is also slowly fading until it disappears.

"You demons are simply deceiving us! We may die here today, but remember, one day, you will also die on this icy land with no bones left!"

The man who confronted the crusader just now walked out of the crowd.

roared angrily.

When he had gray hair and roared hoarsely.On the neck, the loose skin swelled up piece by piece, stained with a dark red color.

The blue-black blood vessels throbbed violently.

clear and distinct.

He is the patriarch of this refugee tribe, after seeing the bodies of those children.

He already understood that this catastrophe was doomed to be impossible to survive.

"old man!"

The smile on the face of the leader in front of him gradually disappeared and solidified.He raised the shotgun in his hand and squeezed the trigger. ,

puff!

The dense shrapnel exploded on the old man's chest in an instant, and the shrapnel with strong kinetic energy was like a torrent of steel, directly smashing the upper half of the old man's body into pieces.

There are strands of hot dark red flesh and blood.

It fell on the clansmen behind them.

The eyes of thousands of refugees were dull at first.Then, they began to pant heavily, and bursts of heat came out of their bodies.

It's like a piece of sparks falling in the oil barrel.

Seeing the old patriarch lying in front of him in a daze like this, the crowd who had been calm and frightened suddenly became crazy at this moment.

Humiliation, fear, torture...

Over the past month or so, various experiences have surfaced in front of them.

Relying on the forest life, working at sunrise, resting at sunset, and the beauty and tranquility of living together with the nature of the fields.

The fear of homes being destroyed and children being taken from them.

The unwillingness and pain of being a slave...

all experiences.

The moment the old patriarch died and found out that he had been deceived, it turned into a raging fire of anger.

The resistance that had been flowing in the blood for tens of thousands of years was completely awakened. They used their fragile fingers, teeth, and life... even if their bodies were torn apart by stray bullets, they would tear out a piece of flesh from the enemy.

"damn it!"

Thousands of people rioted, forming a large area.It's like a black wave is coming.

For the first time, panic appeared on the face of the leading crusader commander.

But what follows.

It is anger!

"You slaves, lambs, unbelievers! How dare you?" roared the leader of the crusader, and pulled the trigger together with hundreds of crusaders around him.

===Chapter 153 I still don’t know anything about this world (Second update asks for a monthly pass)===

Da da da!

Tongues of flame sprayed from the muzzle of the gun, and thin lines of fire formed a network in the white snow.

Pieces of refugees, sprinting halfway.He was pierced by the ammunition and fell to the ground.But the incident happened suddenly, and the always docile refugee slaves suddenly rebelled.

In an accident.

Those crusaders reacted a little slower.

A large number of refugees have already used this gap to rush forward.

While they were changing bombs, the refugees crowded forward, opened their mouths, and bit their necks and cheeks fiercely with their teeth.

The sight of blood and flesh, the sound of shoving and screaming, and the smell of blood that Blizzard couldn't hide.

Stimulates some people's nerves.

Da da da!

Some crusaders began to lose their minds.After changing the magazine, regardless of his teammates, he frantically pulled the trigger and shot towards the refugees.

"Stop! Hold formation!"

Front of the team.

When the small leader of the crusader saw the scene in front of him, his head exploded.

Those refugees, don't look at the number, although they are quite a lot.But a large part of them are old, weak, sick and disabled with little combat effectiveness.

Even those in the prime of life, under the torment of long-term labor, cold, and hunger.

Also dying.

In this case, as long as the formation can be stabilized.

There will not be too much loss, let alone casualties of our own personnel.

But once the formation dispersed, the situation would become very bad.

"Damn it, stop it!" The middle-aged leader of the Holy Cult Army pushed away the refugees in front of him, trudging through the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

He wants to rebuild the team.

But in the next moment.

puff!

The whistling special bullets are surprisingly powerful.

The flesh and blood of those refugees basically has no effect on their trajectory.

But it was also for this reason that bullets, after passing through the bodies of several refugees, finally sank into his body by coincidence.

The hard ceramic power armor is already a little brittle due to the continuous low temperature.

Now hit by bullets.

Suddenly there was a click, and it exploded completely.Not only was it unable to provide any defense, but driven by the huge kinetic energy, the shrapnel scattered and splashed inward, and were firmly embedded in the body of the leader of the Holy Order.

"puff!"

The two-meter-tall crusader was as strong as a bear.

Immediately, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Staggered and fell to the ground.

As an awakened person, even if multiple organs in their bodies are traumatized, and their vitality far exceeds that of ordinary people, they can guarantee that they will not die immediately.

He struggled.

Blood was spitting out of the mouth full of beards, and he wanted to ask for help.

An arm covered with iron armor rose up towards the white sky, shaking constantly, as if trying to grab something.

But soon.

Several refugees with red eyes and murderous faces fell on him.

Layer upon layer.

Some of them have already been shot in the body several times, and they can't even complete the simple action of biting with their teeth.

But driven by hatred.

They can still use their bodies to fight, layer upon layer of body, build a hill, cut off the air.One by one, skinny palms like chicken feet pierced into his body along the scars caused by the shrapnel, constantly digging.

The body became colder and colder, and the pale sky was slowly shrouded in darkness.

"What a... stupid way to die!"

In a trance.

He seemed to see the gray-haired old man appearing in front of him.The old man said that he would die on this land.But at that time, these refugees were no different from pigs, sheep and livestock in his eyes.How could it be possible to take the threat of those people to heart.

only…

Unexpectedly, the retribution would come so quickly.

come down.

In the darkness, he kept falling downwards, as if it was endless.

And during this process, in the dark and deep darkness, faces full of hatred appeared around him.

An unprecedented fear appeared in his heart.

It shouldn't be like this...

in the teachings.

As a crusader bathed in divine light, fighting to spread order and truth.After the death of the body, there should be an angel descending to take his soul to the kingdom of heaven.

but…

There is nothing here.

"Could it be... everything we have experienced is false?"

……

In the huge temple.

Sino opened his eyes.

He sat cross-legged on a stone platform, with three flaming torches scattered beside him.

The flickering fire brings a slight hot wind.Let Xino's soft and silvery white hair, which is as smooth and delicate as satin, gently lift up.Its facial features are exquisite, really like an angel.Every move has a hazy brilliance.

"call…"

Sino took a long breath, and in the temple, a large amount of gas was sucked into his body.

As a result, the three surrounding torches flickered on and off in the whirlwind generated by the inhalation, and almost went out.