Knight and Wand - Chapter 383 For Tomorrow

The vampire was hidden in the shadows, and the metallic luster of the gun was obscured by the shadows.

The ambush had been set long ago. Snipers were lurking in the ruined buildings high up, motionless like corpses. Ground troops were scattered across the withered wasteland, and the communication channels were silent.

Further out of sight, armored units and long-range strike firepower are on standby.

As time passed, a sense of uneasiness filled the air.

Thick thunderclouds gathered silently, as if being grasped by an invisible force. Lightning flashed in the rolling clouds and the dull thunder seemed to make the earth tremble slightly.

The vampires at the center of the meeting place looked up at the sky above their heads, with doubts flashing in their eyes.

The clouds suddenly tore apart.

A blinding bolt of lightning suddenly appeared, striking down like a punishment from heaven. The silver spear condensed from the lightning pointed directly at the ground and fell with a destructive momentum. The exploding air waves and electric arcs frightened the blood descendants so much that they retreated again and again.

A figure emerged from the crackling lightning.

The burly man in black armor floated on tiptoe three feet above the ground, a mysterious golden ball of light swirled around him, the wings of light behind him stretched out like the sun, the dazzling light illuminated an area of ​​a hundred meters, like a bright sun descending to the earth.

The moment he saw the light, the sniper in the distance had to look away from the scope to avoid the mysterious light that stung his soul.

The vampires nearby kept retreating, covering their faces with their fingers, and gazing at the dazzling lightning jumping in the cold eyes of that being.

The light curtain swirled from the lantern in the figure's left hand, and the bright sunlight was as hot as the sun to the vampires.

The vampire that was closest to him couldn't bear the pain of his skin being burned. He growled and curled back in agony, his pale face revealing his distorted and hideous true face.

Leon picked up the lightning gun that was inserted into the ground with his right hand, turned his grip and swung the gun blade. The released magic power stirred up a strong wind, and the rolling wind dispersed the flying smoke and dust.

(Tasa)

The magic power pushed forward the rolling sound waves like a huge bell, and the sound seemed to come from the sky.

With his black hair fluttering behind his head, Leon tried hard to keep a poker face and spoke the local language clearly as Mr. Rousseau repeated it to him synchronously through the micro-earphones.

Looking at the blood descendants who were shocked and at a loss, this way of appearing was obviously beyond all their original imagination.

Leon couldn't help but sigh.

He knew the danger of coming to the meeting, and he had no guarantee that the Blood Demon's followers would not take the risk of forcing him to stay.

Given the cunning shown by Skush, it is certainly not reliable to trust the devil's credibility.

After carefully considering several meeting plans, he suddenly came up with the idea of ​​adapting to local customs.

Since the myths and legends of Klenion are very old, I might as well play the role of the local god.

The locals who have turned into blood descendants must have been convinced that the "Blood God Skush" really exists. So now they probably won't gamble on whether the guns in their hands can defeat the "God of Dawn" who once crushed the Blood God, nor whether they can bear the consequences of offending the gods.

Of course, if he really encounters a stubborn person who doesn't believe in evil and wants to try to accomplish the feat of killing gods, Leon has also prepared a plan B to turn around and run away if it really doesn't work.

Thanks to the recovery of the survivors, the Order of the Dawn assembled air force pilots from various countries' armies, and its air power was greatly improved. At this moment, a two-seat fighter was hiding in the sky on standby, ready to pick them up and run away at any time.

As for places further away, Olivia and the Holy War Knights were on standby in the Falcon Gunboat to provide support.

"Who exactly are you?" The leading blood descendant shouted in surprise and doubt, hiding his eyes from the dazzling light.

"I am the king of gods, the embodiment of thunder and dawn light.

I intend to reshape the dawn of the universe. You should quickly tell me where the enemy of all living beings hides and atone for your sins.Otherwise, when the scorching sun comes again, there will be no place for you to stand in this world."

Slowly repeating Rousseau's lines in the headset.

Otherwise, this bragging would really make him feel embarrassed.

However, seeing the winged figure in front of them that was as dazzling as the sun, the shock and fear of the vampires were much simpler.

The coming of doomsday witnessed the destruction of civilization like a divine punishment and the miracles performed by the Blood God. The Kleinians have turned into blood-sucking undead, and no one will question the authenticity of the existence of gods.

But they never thought that after facing the mysterious power of the Blood God, they would have to face the ancient God of Dawn, especially now that they have already fallen into evil.

The communication channel was dead silent, and even the decision makers giving orders in the rear were at a loss.

After a long time, the leader of the blood descendants finally reacted and turned around and shouted. His order seemed to wake up the panicked soldiers. In the black military vehicle at the rear, a blood descendant tied with thorny iron wire cables was pushed down by the soldiers.

The soldiers looked at the spy whose flesh was pierced by the barbed thorn wire, and glanced in horror at the outline of the light wings not far away, praying in their hearts that the tortured state of this guy would not anger the God of Dawn.

"Go forward, go quickly, you are released." The blood soldier reminded the other party in a low voice, but did not dare to escort him close to the being that came to the world.

"I have told him everything we know. We have no intention of offending your majesty." He looked at the staggering traitor and couldn't help cursing inwardly, thinking that his subordinates were a bunch of idiots who didn't even know to cut off the torture instruments before bringing them out.

The cult agent was tied up with his upper body covered in blood. His eyes were pierced and he staggered forward in a daze, but stopped in pain at the edge of the blurry light curtain.

Leon was somewhat moved, and immediately turned off the soul-protecting holy lamp in his hand, which was running at full power.

The agent in front of him who had been lurking within the vampires and helping the survivors, even though he had long been twisted into an undead by the power of Skush, was still a real human being in Leon's eyes.

"Warrior, your mission is accomplished."

He whispered a word of comfort, even though he knew the other party could not understand the respect he expressed in Feru.

Swinging the spear blade, he cut through the steel thorns that bound the opponent without hurting his skin.

The wire thorns collapsed, and seeing him lose balance and fall, Leon held him.

Leon held up his bruised body and slowly rose into the air. His eyes, leaping with thunder, looked at the descendants below, and his voice was filled with coldness from the bottom of his heart.

"I give you one last chance to cleanse your sins. Send troops to the foreign evil demon that usurps the name of God and crush its blasphemous plot. This is your only chance to atone for your sins before punishment comes."

Leaving a final warning, Leon raised his magic gun without waiting for an answer.

Gungnir turned into a lightning and soared into the sky. With the Flying Thunder God spell, he pulled his body and flapped his wings. Like a dazzling comet, Leon pierced through the clouds and soared into the sky.When they arrived at the evacuation point, Leon saw a Falcon gunship flying slowly in the air with its rear door open. He immediately dived, folded his light wings, and plunged into the cabin.

"Did those vampires really find Valarie's location?" Olivia asked.

Leon closed the Sky Wings, folded the metal skeleton back to the sides of the disc behind him, came to the seat and carefully put the weak Bloodline agent down: "It's not clear yet. The Bloodline said that he had told him the location. Let's go back and talk about it."

He said, looking over the injuries on the agent's body and frowned.

The other serious injuries that were deep enough to see the bones had not yet healed, but the agent's chest seemed to have no scars of torture, which was abnormal.

He let out a soft "tsk" sound and looked up at Sasha and said, "Tell him to bear the pain. Something has been inserted into his body and it must be taken out."

Sasha was stunned for a moment, and quickly relayed the words to the cult agent.

Seeing the blood descendant with bruises all over his body nod and get ready, Leon took the scalpel from the accompanying medical soldier of the cult.

With a slight shake of his arm, the sharp blade cut horizontally, instantly splitting the flesh along the gap between the ribs. He used the object manipulation technique to immediately penetrate the narrow wound and pulled out the tiny device buried deep in the body without causing unnecessary injuries.

However, this also caused the other party to suffer cruel torture that ordinary people could not imagine after his identity was exposed.

"Are there many people like him who are lurking among the vampires and still helping you?" Leon asked Sasha.

The female colonel shook her head and turned to look at the agent in the chair guiltily: "Including Charleson, there are only ten people."

Lion was silent. Apparently, almost all the Klenians who had converted to the Blood Demon had regarded getting rid of their human bodies and becoming blood descendants as the only way to escape respiratory disease and destruction.

Judging from Skush's own experience, it's probably quite bad.

He only hoped that the Blood Demon could let the blood descendants here know that even if they became vampires, they could not escape the fate of impending disaster.

Even though Skush didn't care about the survival of his followers, Leon knew that both he and the cult needed the military power of the vampires at this moment.They returned to the underground bunker by airship. In order to avoid causing panic among the survivors, Sasha quickly and secretly transported the cult agent named Charleson to the ward.

Although Leon has never learned the spell to heal the undead, fortunately, as long as there is enough blood, the vampire can heal itself.

Lying on the hospital bed, Charleson gulped down a dozen blood bags like drinking jelly, and his injuries gradually recovered visibly. He then rubbed his healed eyeballs, and the dark eyeballs slowly turned white, and his bloodshot pupils looked at Sasha beside him.

(Tasa language) "I was wondering why those bastards told me my location and said they would let me go. It turns out they had two plans. I didn't even know when something happened to me." Charleson touched his chest with lingering fear. He couldn't help but look at the group of "ancient knights" whose clothes were obviously different from those of the times.

He was very curious about how he was rescued. He had no vision just now and could only rely on hearing to identify. It seemed as if someone was carrying him up to the sky. Judging from the fearful attitude of the vampire officers, it seemed that he would only appear when sacrificing to the Blood God.

"How did you get exposed? Never mind, let's talk about this later." Sasha asked anxiously, "Do they really know the location of the pagan god?"

Soon, with the location marked by the agent, everyone left the guard and left the ward and returned to the command center.

"How many soldiers can the Order mobilize now? How many operational air and land military vehicles can it activate?"

After listening to Rousseau's translation of the target area intelligence provided by the blood descendant, Leon asked about the survivors' military preparations.

But the answer Sasha gave surprised Leon a little.

".As long as you give the order, the 460,000 survivors around the world, regardless of gender, age or status, anyone who can take up arms will become your warriors."

Facing Leon's gaze, Sasha's serious expression did not contain any joking intention.

The refuges across the cult have already reached a consensus.

Following the being before you is the final test that will determine whether or not everyone will ever see the dawn come again.