Angel on earth

Aaron sneered:

"After so many years, you have really made no progress."

"Yeah." The boy sighed, "because it's not a means, it's nature, or even, nature. Don't blame the church, Mr. Edwards, from Noren to the Federation, to the Red Moon Empire and Ocampo, this time Such acts abound, and people of different colors in different regions and in different times are very skilled in using them. Can you guarantee that no one in your ancestors has ever done this? It was a more barbaric era than today."

"More barbaric? Not necessarily. Maybe you don't know that there are no whores in the Emerald City, and there are no children who starve to death."

They walked quickly, and it was already dark for a long time when they arrived at the monastery.The hillside of Yaranburg is not high, after all, the land along the coast can't bear the flat ground and mountains.The guards saluted Priest Grey respectfully, greeted Dr. Edwards, and the assistant pastor, who didn't know where his brain grew, asked Aaron if he could give him some Morpus in coded words.

Aaron slashed the neck of the assistant pastor neatly, straightened his clothes, turned around, spread his palms, and said with a smile:

"Happy New Year!"

Priest Gray didn't sneak up on him while he turned around, but smiled politely and said, "Happy New Year."

The two walked into the dark and cold corridor with the same steps, and the guards at the door fell neatly to the ground.

Jeanne was imprisoned in a small building to the south, half a monastery away from Perrin and Martin in the north.Priest Grey walked up the curved stone staircase unhurriedly. The moonstone on Aaron's walking stick cast a layer of rippling twilight on the steps, and there were not even a single candle on the wall.

Aaron has been very nervous, Priest Grey knew it well, smiled with his back to him, and inserted the key into the keyhole. The dark, narrow but empty small building was like a haunted house, and a difficult "click" echoed for a long time stand up.

Priest Gray turned around and faced Aaron. He took out the dagger with one hand and flipped it across his chest lightly twice. One side of the knife handle was engraved with "No Hope" and the other side was engraved with "No Fear"[1 ], all in ancient Abaddon characters; with one hand back, slowly push open the door.

The light brilliance of the Moonstone slid down from the faces of the two of them and flowed into the house.

Jeanne was standing on a bare stool with her hands bound, and around her neck was a rope hanging from the ceiling.Wearing a newly bought skirt and high heels, she stood up straight and took deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down, but she had been standing for too long, her legs began to stiffen and convulse, and she didn't know when her legs would go limp, kicking the stool No need, you will suffocate in the noose.

The next moment, Priest Gray and Aaron shot at the same time.

Priest Gray made a palm with his left hand, and stabbed with his right hand from left to right; Aaron, who was more than 20 cm taller than him, directly pressed his right wrist with his palm, and hit the opponent's door with his cane!

The moon stone on the top of the cane shattered instantly, and countless tiny fragments shot around with sharp rays of light.Priest Gray closed his eyes subconsciously, but Aaron closed his eyes before the gem shattered, and stabbed with a knife in his left hand!

The blade left a bloodstain on the boy's chin. Priest Grey dodged in time with his intuition and made a block and counterattack. However, before his eyesight was completely restored, Aaron still left several deep bone wounds mercilessly. A knife went straight through his left mandible.The Moonstone jingled and shattered to the ground. Priest Gray quickly opened his eyes, but due to the too strong stimulation, his eyes still flashed and his vision was blurred, and Aaron had long been used to darkness and blur.

Aaron held the knife in both hands, his eyes were wide open, like a huge skinny bat driving the petite Priest Grey into a corner, because the opponent was too cunning and cunning, and in several fights, there was no one. Turning to the door once, let alone give Aaron a chance to kick him out of the door.Aaron also knew that he had to deal with Priest Gray here, because he didn't know where Christine, Sophie, Batista, Sergio, and Laura were. Once Priest Gray escaped, Some of those five people must die!

——And Jeanna in this room still has a chance to be saved.

The girl's teeth were chattering and she couldn't speak, and Aaron saw her left leg was already in spasm between fights.

One distraction, he received a slap in the lower abdomen, Priest Gray's left fingertips almost penetrated into his flesh, breaking his spine, if Mikhail was present, he would have discovered Priest Gray's fighting skills and The style is almost exactly the same as Rollins; then, a lancet cut the boy's right shoulder with precision, Priest Grey's right arm was tightly entwined with Aaron's left hand, a dagger and a The knife trembled and cut through the opponent's clothes, leaving fine bloodstains on the surface of the skin.

Aaron threw the knife backhand, Grey's left palm knife directly hit his wrist, the lancet instantly deviated from the track, and dangerously brushed against Jeanne's shoulder and nailed the crossbeam; Aaron took advantage of the situation and grabbed Grey's left wrist , but no matter how low his pain was, he could not overcome the real injury caused by the boy just now. His wrist strength has not yet recovered, and Priest Grey's left hand broke free lightly, pressing on his left shoulder to cooperate with his right hand to remove one of his arm.

Aaron knew his purpose, but he just tore off his coat and took out two spare knives. While his left arm was twisted into three and dislocated, a lancet pierced Priest Grey's left shoulder.He slapped the handle of the knife hard, and the boy let out his first scream—the knife got stuck in his joint first, and then split his upper arm bone from it!

Aaron took the opportunity to draw the knife and swung it back, but Priest Grey, who was covered in cold sweat, still clamped his left arm, and his kick flew up. Aaron kicked him hard, and his right shoulder was almost smashed by the heavy leather shoe.The saint's blood slipped from the whistling blade and splashed on Jeanne's face. This time the knife was only two inches away from cutting the rope.But Aaron knew that he only had one chance left. Priest Grey's kick just now was just a feint. Shortly kicking the cane on the ground, the expensive piece of wood slid straight towards the stool under Jeanna's feet and knocked it away. Now, Jeanne only has one toe on the stool!

Priest Gray raised his head and smiled, his voice hoarse with pain.He then shook his head, and the face under the brown curly hair showed a kind of innocent malevolence.

He let go of Aaron's dislocated left arm and slammed forward like a cannonball, but Aaron threw two knives this time—three sharp alloy knives strapped to the flesh of his wrist!

The first knife flew past the hemp rope on the beam, but the second knife in the darkness covered by it precisely cut the rope against Jeanna's neck.Jeanne gave a short scream and fell on her head.Aaron didn't have the time to worry about whether it was safe for her to land on the back of her head. While avoiding the stormy pounce of Priest Gray, he connected his left arm three times with clicks, without even frowning. The smile on Priest Gray's face It seemed that he was regretting that the doctor's skill was too good, or that he hadn't been able to tear the three amputated limbs at the joints just now.

The boy had a knife stuck in the bone of his left shoulder, but forced it to fight.There are moments when Aaron falls into a kind of trance-like peace, with the illusion that the church hasn't really tortured them, because everyone in the church has.Priest Grey's dagger sliced ​​through his vest, shirt, and the skin underneath. I don't know if it was intentional or not, and cut his abdomen horizontally; and his lancet went off track again, failing to cut the boy's throat. And left a same scratch on his chest.

Priest Grey's blood was foul and thin, smelling like dead fish and women's menstrual blood thrown off the harbor's seafood factories.Even without breathing, Aaron could feel the stench.Priest Gray took a step back and clenched the dagger tightly again. His left hand was palmed and five fingers were gathered together. His shirt on his chest was torn and dripping with blood.Aaron stood in front of Jeanna, who was restraining her moaning in pain, and took out a knife and a small hacksaw from the belt outside the shirt.

Priest Gray was obviously taken aback.Anyway, using a hacksaw in combat is a bit of a bummer, even for a small one, and who the hell carries a saw around?This amputation saw is obviously also "Catherine" alloy. Although it looks like an amputation saw, Mikhail Kupala made it a cruel enough weapon, giving it two rows of sharp saw teeth and Three blood slots.The neat sawtooth cracked in the middle, Priest Gray turned his eyes carefully, and found that the tip of his steel dagger had been broken.Aaron picked it up casually, pulled out the iron piece on his abdomen and threw it away.

He turned his neck, and since he didn't need to breathe, his tone was calm and calm: "You can't keep your shoulder, sir, this is my judgment as a professional doctor."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Priest Gray replied between deep breaths, "You know, I haven't been a saint for long, so I can't say I'm professional or unprofessional, and I have nothing to repay."

The two lowered their centers of gravity, and the wind poured in through the windows shattered by the aftermath of the battle, blowing up their black and gray robes.In the dark, they looked like two giant bats.

Aaron's amputation saw easily severed the dagger and sliced ​​through Priest Grey's left shoulder. The alloy lancet nailed the opponent's other hand to the stone brick, and at the same time sent his own chest to the needle point.

Priest Grey grinned and pushed a tube of thick blood into his heart.Throughout the battle he kept a small syringe tucked in his sleeve, the needle lodged between his steely fingers.

The stench of blood in the artery splashed on the doctor's indifferent face. The next moment, his face was pale, and he fell to the ground in convulsions.

"After staying with him for a long time, have you also learned this kind of unnecessary kindness?" Priest Gray couldn't get up, but he trembled and laughed amidst the severe pain and the rapid loss of life, "I'm human. Why? Won't you pierce my heart and eyes?"

Aaron shrank into a ball, his eyes widened and he didn't say a word, as if he was about to vomit or scream.Priest Gray continued to ramble on:

"How? I gave you one hand...the left hand, and sure enough, you fell for it...because of arrogance, doctor, but arrogance is a good thing, and if we can all learn to be arrogance, we won't be sad. Needle It's Mithril, which is the material of your mirror frame. I practiced many times, just for this...What am I living for? Just to give you this tube of blood? If in Chalek..."

He said and giggled.It took a long time before Aaron made the sound of chattering teeth.After suffering for a while, the doctor reluctantly spoke:

"……What's this……"

Priest Gray paused, smiled and said:

"Micah's blood. Micah in a state of divine descent."

The author says:

[1] The inscription on the handle refers to Caravaggio. It is said that the dagger he carried is like this (of course, a bad guy like Gray is not worthy of Caravaggio)