Chapter 611 Old Man Andre
Today is a lucky day for the refugees in Irkutsk.
Such a big dragon falling down is enough to support everyone out of this frozen city.
As for what will happen after leaving the frozen city, no one knows, and no one cares.
Seeing everyone happily preparing to pull the sled and return home with full load, suddenly a dazzling light flashed, blinding the survivors.
Then a loudspeaker sounded: "Everyone, stop!"
"Whoever dares to move will be shot on the spot!"
Probably worried about the language barrier, the guy shouted first in English, then in Russian, and finally He spoke Chinese again.
Along with the sound of loudspeakers, more than a dozen snowmobiles roared over.
The headlights were dazzling, and the bright beam cut through the darkness like a sharp sword.
On the motorboat, one after another tall men jumped off.
Some of them were wearing black clothes, and some were wearing silver robes.
The leading man was wearing a golden robe, holding a Bible in one hand and a cross in the other.
Seeing the man in gold robe, someone shouted excitedly: "It's the magician from the temple!"
"Oh my God! We are saved!"
Andre quietly loaded bullets into his double-barreled shotgun and cursed in a low voice. He said: "Idiot!"
It has been almost a year since the end of the Dharma Age. If they could rescue him, the temple would have sent people to rescue him long ago.
But in fact, the temple has long forgotten that there is a group of its own believers waiting for rescue in the place where their faith is spread.
In other words, they knew it, but they didn't bother to save it at all.
Now that the magicians from the temple are here, it is obvious that they are not trying to save themselves, but are trying to save the giant dragon that fell from the sky.
Now Andre doesn't believe anyone, he only believes in the double-barreled shotgun in his hand.
If the temple cross and the Bible weren't still of some use, he would have thrown these two things on the ground and poured a stream of urine on them.
Andre belongs to the world of sobriety, but many people still do not recognize this cruel reality.
When he saw the magician from the temple coming, he cried out to the wise man of the temple and rushed towards him quickly.
In their opinion, the magicians and knights of the temple are here to save them.
As a result, only halfway there, sword lights flashed, and a dozen refugees were beheaded on the spot.
The three Templar knights held bloody two-handed giant swords in their hands and stood in front of everyone with expressionless faces.
The faces of the remaining refugees changed color in horror, they stopped one after another, and then tried to retreat in a panic.
The loudspeaker sounded again: "I say it again, anyone who dares to move will be shot on the spot!"
More than a dozen heads were still rolling around on the ground, and no one doubted the authenticity of this sentence.
For a moment, everyone felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on their heads, and the joy of being rescued disappeared completely in an instant.
They remembered how those exorcists who awakened first during the Irkutsk riots ruthlessly killed and competed for resources.
The Templar knights in front of them had the same look as the mob.
Cold, cruel, and dismissive!
The loudspeaker continued to shout, but the golden-robed magician became impatient. He took a step forward and said, "I came here just to find one person." "
If you can help me find him, the temple will bring him You leave."
"If you can't find me, just die here!"
Everyone was silent, and no one spoke.
The end of the Dharma era has come, and the temple magicians who used to focus on light, redemption, and mercy have now become cold and cruel.
The dozen or so bloody heads on the ground are a clear example.
The golden-robed magician looked at these dirty and smelly survivors with disgust, but did not rush to ask.
Until a silver-robed magician whispered: "Lord Lubeite, it has been confirmed that this is Samanus among the old rulers, known as the God of Scales." "
The number of the god in Middle-earth is 1256 ."
"Also, this Old One ruler is also one of those who followed the great Cthulhu to participate in the divine war."
After finishing speaking, the silver-robed magician looked at the group of survivors with a strange expression. .
It is true that the ignorant are fearless.
This group of untouchables actually divided up the body of an old god, and almost everyone ate one or two pieces.
If the soul of this old god hadn't been burned clean long ago, and it contained the flesh and blood of a huge soul, these untouchables would have exploded to death after eating it.
Speaking of which, Tianhuo Ziyan is really overbearing.
All the energy contained in the body of this old god was forcibly refined, leaving only ordinary pieces of flesh falling into the mortal world. The golden-robed magician asked in a low voice: "Has the cause of death been confirmed?"
The silver-robed magician answered quickly: "Basically it has been confirmed! There are still residual heavenly fire and purple flames on the body. The most important thing is that there is also a A wisp of fire remains in the brain of the corpse. As long as there is a fluctuation in the soul, the heavenly fire and purple flame will be triggered immediately." A
look of surprise appeared on the face of the golden-robed magician, and he praised: "Almighty Lord, this is our chance!"
"Eric! Lead the search! That person must be nearby!" The
silver-robed magician turned around quickly, and in an instant, black-robed warriors jumped off the snowmobiles and searched around. .
The golden-robed magician turned around and said: "The person I'm looking for has a Middle-earth appearance, black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin. He may be carrying the standard rune sword of the Secret Bureau of Middle-earth in his hand, or he may not be."
" He may have been seriously injured, or maybe the injury was suppressed and you can't see it." "
But it is undeniable that he is not a native of Irkutsk, but he has just appeared here recently. "
Whoever can help me find him will be the most distinguished guest of the temple!"
There was a commotion in the crowd.
Many people turned their attention to those Chinese people with yellow skin and black hair.
But soon everyone fell silent again.
Because most of these Chinese people are businessmen who come to Irkutsk to do business. They have been here since before the end of the Dharma Age, and they have been trapped for basically more than a year.
It simply doesn’t fit what the great golden-robed magician said in the recent past, and he even just appeared here.
Only old man Andre glanced at Dali calmly. His eyes were wandering, as if he was hesitating.
But when he saw the dozen round heads on the ground, he pulled Dali to his side and used his coat to cover half of the rune sword in his hand.
The surrounding atmosphere was very dull, and no one spoke.
But the golden-robed magician became a little impatient.
His eyes flashed fiercely, and he wanted to order everyone here to be killed.
Anyway, after killing thousands of refugees who are neither humans nor ghosts, they will be purified by the Holy Light again to ensure that not even three souls or seven souls can be left behind.
If the target is in the crowd, it would be easier to kill them all, that’s right!
But at this moment, the golden-robed magician suddenly looked up.
I don’t know when, more than a dozen men in black from the FBI quietly appeared around.
The person leading the group was not David Smith, but an A-level master whose name he did not know.
He looked at himself with a smile, but there was a sense of amusement on his face.
The golden-robed magician snorted coldly.
These bastards came quite quickly!
Don't look at it. The FBI has such a good relationship with the Temple that they almost wear a pair of pants.
But if the massacre of survivors is done, there is no guarantee that it will not be used by the FBI to take advantage of it.
You can do this behind your back, but you can never do it in front of other forces.
He said calmly: "This matter is of great importance. If the person is not found, we will have to stay in Irkutsk temporarily."
"Elma, you are responsible for settling the refugees. Eric, you Continue to lead people to search around! If there is any news, inform me immediately!"
The silver-robed magician named Elma said loudly: "Everyone listen to my order! Return to Irkutsk immediately! In the central square of the city Gather!"
"Everyone must be illuminated by the Holy Light!"
"Whoever dares to disobey orders can be shot on the spot!"
Andre cursed in a low voice, a little worried.
If it had been in the past, he would have given up his strength long ago.
But now Andre has already lost the little bit of awe he has for the so-called God.
When I was fighting the mob in Irkutsk, God was not around.
When I risked going to Lake Baikal just for a bite to eat, and almost froze to death in an ice cave, God was not there either.
Now I finally got a stutter, but the people from the temple came and all the meat and supplies were turned over.
Not only that, they were not merciless when they started killing people just now.
Not to mention whether they found Dali or not, even if they found it, they couldn't hand it over.
Looking at their aloof looks, can a pariah like me really become the most distinguished guest of the temple?
Regardless of whether others believe it or not, Andre doesn't believe it anyway.
(End of chapter)