Screaming Cycle (Infinite Flow) - Chapter 293

What Ren Jian silently spoke was Mandarin with rounded accents. Under normal circumstances, a fat pastor who had never studied Chinese would not be able to understand it.

But when the fat pastor heard it, the unfamiliar language spoken by Ren Jianmian entered his ears and immediately turned into clear sentences, as if someone were talking directly to his soul, with a powerful pressure that could not be resisted. Unable to resist, unable to lie, it also made him feel heartfelt fear.

The fat priest shivered uncontrollably.

His whole body was in cold sweat, and his thighs couldn’t help but tremble. At the same time, there was a surge of warmth between his thighs, and then there was a big beach of fishy liquid that soaked the silk nightgown, running down his legs, and quickly on his feet. The edge became a puddle.

Even when meeting his Pope, the fat priest had never experienced such a strong, almost suffocating pressure.

Moreover, he had never felt the approach of death so clearly.

——I will die!

——I will die!

——I will die!

Tears welled up in the fat pastor’s eyes, making his vision blurry.

Across the golden holy light and hazy mist, the face of the overly handsome oriental man in front of him gradually blurred.

——It’s the devil!

——He is the devil!

In terms of the Fat Pastor’s beliefs, at this moment he can only think of the most famous fallen angel who betrayed the Holy Lord.

Unexpectedly, Ren Jianmo seemed to be able to hear what he was thinking, his lips twitched slightly, and he smiled contemptuously.

“Compared to me, you are the devil.”

He said sharply.

“Well, don’t waste everyone’s time, answer my question.”

If possible, the fat pastor wanted to roll his eyes, and just fainted like this.

But under the control of “God said there must be light”, not only was he unable to control his body, but even his consciousness was firmly held in his hand by Ren Jian silent.

The fat pastor could only tremble and cry, while telling the whole story of the plan he knew.

Ren Jian silently asked a lot of questions.

Including the identity and arrangement of the commander-in-chief of the Saint Court army, the distribution of forces and the composition of the army on each front, the current political situation in the western mainland, the size and scope of the Saint Court’s secular power, and the number and arrangement of the defenders left behind. Wait……

It’s a pity that the fat pastor is only a low-level clergyman, and he himself is a wine bag and rice bag with inaccurate learning and insincere beliefs. In addition to the superficial intelligence, he does not know all the more core key information.

After the information that could be extracted from the fat pastor was almost asked, Ren Jianmo was unwilling to continue wasting time.

As soon as he turned his wrist, the short knife transformed from “being of all things” turned from the backhand grip to the front grip.

——It’s over!

The fat pastor’s eyes were wide open, tears were streaming down, and he stared at the blade in Ren Jianmo’s hand, desperately trying to ask for mercy. However, his voice seemed to be jammed by a hard stone, and he couldn’t say a word except for his guttural voice.

–Do not kill me!

–Do not kill me! Do not kill me!

——Please, don’t kill me! Do not kill me!

He could only plead silently in his head.

The fat pastor is the second son of a certain baron’s family, and is considered a clever child in the family. So he entered the local seminary when he was young, and graduated five years later, and was assigned to a town in a neighboring country to serve as a pastor.

Once upon a time, he also devoutly believed in his Holy Lord.

But who would not like gold coins?

During the ten years in charge of churches in the jurisdiction, the fat pastor learned to collect offerings from believers, sell indulgences, set private tax rates in the Holy Court, and embezzle free private land.

With the increasing influence of the Holy Court on the Western Continent, even the royal families of various countries have to bend their knees under the brilliance of the Holy Lord. The fat priests have more and more money in the hands of snowballs, and their status has gradually surpassed the local ones. Nobles, officials and even the mayor are honored one year more than one year.

The fat pastor had long forgotten the vow he made when he crawled in front of the holy lord idol. He became an evil dragon entrenched in the territory, yearning for money and power more and more day by day.

At this moment, the holy war call from the pope was sent to the entire Western Continent. Knights, mercenaries and even the private soldiers of the lord were among the calls, and most of the priests from all over the country were also called to go to the holy court. Join the army and become a pastor or priest with the army.

In the beginning, the Fat Pastor was actually reluctant to cross the oceans in his heart and came to an unfamiliar continent to participate in a dangerous war.

But when he really set foot on the land of Xia Kingdom, he deeply sighed that this is truly a place of gold referred to by the Holy Lord in the scriptures, with the world’s most fertile soil, the most abundant products, and the greatest wealth. .

Jihad is really wonderful.

Whenever the fat pastor held the scriptures and the cross and announced the killing of the villagers in the name of destroying the heretics, he would deeply and sincerely praise his Holy Lord in his heart.

He was incorporated into the garrison and only needs to stay in the safe rear.

He can put to death those heretics who are like pigs and dogs, occupy their property, eat delicious food, and enjoy beautiful women.

Here, he is God!

He is the omnipotent, the Holy Lord who rules everything!

…

With tears in his eyes, the fat pastor saw a cold flash in the hand of the black-haired man who was the incarnation of the devil. The blade was like a poisonous snake, easily breaking through the barrier of holy light and stabbing him in the chest.

In the severe pain, the fat pastor’s eyes widened.

The sharp object pierced into his chest, and was carried into the body by the blade with a bitter chill, and then walked with the blood to the limbs and corpses.

After that, Ren Jianmo turned his wrist and raised the wound enough to kill him quickly, then gently withdrew the knife back.

The fat priest watched as bright red blood rushed out of the gap in his chest, like a blood fountain, dyeing everything in his vision.

——It turns out, is this death?

As the body temperature passed by, the vision was gradually shrouded in darkness, while the fat priest fell on his back on the bed, as if he had seen another scene in the day.

A fat two-year-old child squatted beside his mother’s body. He didn’t know how to escape, but he looked up and cried helplessly.

…How did he do it at the time?

… By the way, at that time, I frowned in disgust, pointed in the direction of the pagan kid, and his attendant stepped forward in two steps, lifted the baby’s head and feet upside down, and struck it three times on the ground. Then he tore a small golden longevity lock from the neck of the dead boy, and handed it to him respectfully…

The fat pastor’s vision was completely darkened.

…

Ren Jianmo retracted the short knife, turned and left the room.

When he opened the door, his sleeves brushed against the low cabinet by the door, and he accidentally touched something.

Ren Dameier looked down and saw a fingernail-sized longevity lock lying on the floor, illuminated by the swaying candle, a bright golden light flashed for an instant.

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Ji Lu and Ren Jian silently killed them for a full hour and a half, and finally cleared the entire camp before dawn.

Dong Jing, Zhongshu and Zhuzi, who had been hiding outside the camp, waited anxiously while holding binoculars, staring at the direction of the garrison camp.

At first they were worried.

Although the three know that Ji Shu and Ren Jianmo are very strong, after all, there are only two people. Infiltrating the camp is equivalent to one enemy. If they start the enemy, they will immediately be surrounded by dozens of times their own. .

Moreover, on the way to escape, the master and servant of Dong’s house had seen the inhuman methods of the Saint Court Army, and I was really afraid that the two would never go back if they were careless.

After the uneasy first hour passed without transition, the three of them saw that the barracks were still calm as before, but calmed down.

Up to now, most of the people who should be killed have been killed, but there has been no bombing. It shows that Ji Lu and Ren Jianmo are indeed more powerful than they guessed, and they can clean up quietly without disturbing anyone.

After another quarter of an hour, Ji Lu and Ren Jian silently opened the front gate of the camp fence and walked out of it.

Master Dong’s servant: “!!!”

Master Dong Er stood up at once, jumped out from behind the bushes where he was hiding, and greeted the two of them.

“You, you…”

He squatted, glanced at the barracks behind them, swallowed his saliva, and continued:

“You…killed them all?”

“Um.”

Ji Lu nodded, and calmly answered his question with a single-syllabic word, underlining that it was not like having just cleaned up a two-hundred military camp with the strength of two people.

Dong Jing: “…”

He sucked his nose vigorously, not knowing if it was a psychological effect, the second young master of Dong’s family seemed to smell a **** smell in the air.

“It’s almost dawn.”

Ji Xuan lifted his chin to the east:

“Let’s continue on our way.”

The servants of the Dong family nodded again and again.

Somehow, at this moment, Dong Jing even had an inexplicable illusion, as if the king of Ksitigarbha had fallen on the two of them at this time, making Ji Lu and Ren Jianmo both cruel but compassionate. His aura, as if he truly incarnates into the bodhisattva who swears not to become a Buddha in hell.

It was still ten minutes to six o’clock, and the sun had just risen.

The red morning sun can reach the height of the hills to the east, and the continuous mountain lines are plated with a golden red border.

In the next second, a large group of black crows flapped their wings and flew up to face the rising sun.

The scene of the crows dancing at dawn was too abnormal, and it immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

These crows are bigger than those seen before, and they should be ravens.

There were thirty or forty ravens in this group. They flew over a hill in the east at a very fast speed and struck straight in the direction of the Ji Thrush and his group. They flew and opened their mouths. , Making a hoarse cry almost hysterical.

In almost a flash of effort, the group of crows flew to their heads and stopped moving forward. Instead, they hovered at a height of 20 to 30 meters, calling out loudly in circles.

“Oh, this is for us!”

Dong’s Second Young Master gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

“It’s chasing soldiers!”