The air in the church is as cold as the howling wind in the Wandering Swamp, and obviously there is no winter in West Sail Harbor, which is located in the tropics.

It's all a price...

Everyone in this settlement.

Anwo, whose eyes were struggling, suddenly became desperate. He no longer had any hope for the rebels and raised the gun in his hand again, although he did not turn on the safety.

"...I don't care about this. Even if we are being used, give me and the brothers around me a way to survive! I will give you a way to survive!"

"...If you hadn't interrupted me, I was going to say this. Going back to the previous topic, if you want to survive, you have to pretend to kill someone, but the person is not dead."

Isher glanced at this coward who was afraid of death with a mocking look, and then continued slowly.

"Stop just standing there, go to the port and get some corpses, get some corpse trucks, put the corpses in the church, hit them with a shuttle, and then drag them out."

Although there is a suspicion of desecrating the corpse, I don't care about it that much now.

Staying alive is the most important thing.

"He's so crazy. Yanusz dares to touch these sutras. Is he even more awesome than me?"

"You have arranged for someone to go to the port to get the body." Guan Quan glanced at the door, then glanced at the two hundred or so Weiland people outside the small hall, "They should be ready to come too, and see if they want to be replaced.

Clothes and so on. As for the luggage, forget about it, just leave it there."

"He's from the Alliance-"

Charles looked at Sifan, who was standing next to him with his arms folded, and then at the dozen or so church members in front of me.

My couplets have been as shaky as before, and my use of modal particles is so unfamiliar.

The warlord was determined to say something, but seeing Arman acting like this, he already knew everything he was talking about, so he decided to ask for directions and simply said.

Enduring this feeling like a thorn in his back, the warlord couldn't help but curse.

"That's actually bad."

After hearing this guy's answer, Sifan pushed me next to Ciel.

Jin Gallen, who was gradually calming down, had not yet realized that the matter was not as complicated as it seemed on the surface.

"You rebelled too."

Guan Quanbin glanced left and right, tore off a small piece of cloth from under his sleeve, and tied it under his arm while everyone stared at him blankly.

Guan Quan nodded, beckoned to the seventy or so henchmen next to him, aimed at the corpses sitting crookedly under the church benches, and waved his hands cleanly.

"Mom... is still alive

Earl Ma was silent for a while, with a firm look in his eyes, but he finally made up his mind.

"Yes..." Negotiation? "Yes..." "Too bad."

"Now that the boss is his, he will look for an opportunity to promote me. At most, he will let me become a centurion. When I get to Pavin McClun's manor, he will let me out and let me be responsible for watching over Guan Quan.

McClung's estate and family."

"Did Benoit send him here?" The old wolf calmed down.

"Mai, General Arman?! Are you...still asleep at that hour?"

First, I have a way to leave Margaery.

The soldiers inside would definitely leave me there for what they said and ask me why.

The sound of laughter and curses floated far along the street, like a farewell to the motorcade transporting the corpse.

The guy named Anwo couldn't help but ask.

Although my awakened person’s constitution is enough to make me seasick, it’s just a matter of changing transportation and eating seafood all the way.

The former did not speak, but held his chin in deep thought. It was not until Guan Quanbin looked over that he spoke hastily.

It was as if the church had been forgotten, and it stayed in a corner for eight days in this hell made of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Hearing this voice, Peter turned around suddenly, with a surprised expression on his face.

I saw a haggard-looking woman walking up the gangway. After only two steps, she held her knees and retched.

Go to hell and negotiate!

The candlelight under the silver candlestick swayed heavily, and a sudden trance brought this distant time back to the present.

Blanch!

That military rank is lower than mine.

We hate evil the most, and we have high combat capabilities, so it is most appropriate to leave our anger to the Velantes. These little noses can use us as targets.

"It should be a legion... people who have not yet joined the alliance will probably come there. It is completely credible if they have been in the alliance. We do not have close cooperation with the legion under the community, which precludes us from taking any measures.

Appeasement. Things that you know a lot about are happening quietly behind the scenes. Please be sure to look at these people and see if we are worth it..."

"As for Charles, I should stay with my subordinate Abseik, and that is also Mr. Saipan's suggestion. The safest place is actually the most dangerous. These people must believe that no matter what they do, they will die.

"

The stickman chuckled, looked at the eight dumbfounded brothers, and shook the VM hanging under his arm.

In the church on the other side, the old nun just held his head high in silence, holding a mop and cleaning the blood-stained small hall in vain.

Can 200 more people die to bring back to life the 3,000 people who are still alive?

Anwo mustered up his courage and nodded, then responded.

We will die in silence, taking our lost secrets with us beyond the grave.

"...But if you can win our trust, there is no hope of being pulled out of our circle and finding evidence that the Legion was involved in the conspiracy."

Looking at the astonished Commander-in-Chief, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team cursed without any politeness.

"Then what?"

I wish I had to kowtow to the Silver Moon God on the spot!

"I am his little pangolin! He has the military rank of captain! When you kill the blue gopher, he still knows where to play house under the sand pile!"

"Bah! He is a member of the Alliance!"

The woman rolled her eyes and interrupted me without politeness.

The train that was started would stop because there was an ant lying under the tracks.

Pete: "???"

That's the obvious thing.

Surely those are all considered miracles, but there is nothing else that can be called a miracle?!

And now.

"Hasn't this Janusz surrounded the whole world yet? These "direct descendants" who pushed me down should always be with me, right? For example, if this Absek found me, it would be equivalent to finding this Xia

Well...you can just go to Tiandu directly."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Margaret is closed to the harbor. All but local residents have to dock! Who is he!" Captain Peter, who was on duty, stepped back and stared at the yacht and the woman standing next to the yacht, his eyes slightly narrowed.

It’s just that we are the same as ourselves, and we have to submit a petition to surrender. It’s okay to suppress the lives of our whole family...

MMP!

It doesn't mean that after rescuing these survivors, we have to find this Ciel first.

These people will keep you alive.

"...General, bad." The warlord bravely gave a military salute.

The players were watching the subtitles translated by VM, while Jin Gallen held his breath.

"Now you are his subordinate."

Even the bad guy who spared you this night - Mr. Charles who is ambushing the King of Heaven's army will die!

Just when Eagle, Old Wolf, and Old Guan were all shocked by that guy's bad idea, a ten-meter-narrow yacht hurriedly approached Margaery's dock.

Earl Ma held the old monk's hand tightly, and his sincere voice contained a trace of conscious pleading.

The soldier with a lewd smile finally spoke up and scratched the front of his head.

"Where are you now? What should you do to bring you back?"

I saw with my own eyes that this Ishero was still alive, and yet he dared to chant sutras and pray for the dead next to this wolf tribesman.

Seeing his henchmen disposing the corpse in the church, Charles' expression turned cold.

"He wants a number?!"

The warlord nodded awkwardly.

"MMP! That damn place is really far away!"

Earl Ma shook his head heavily, then walked up to the old monk and held your hands.
To be continued...