I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 53 Similar
This feeling was very strange and fascinating. Adela felt that if her will was not strong enough, the evil activity in her body might increase immediately.

But fortunately, she didn't need to worry about that.

Adela looked at Wyatt beside her. This was the first time she felt at ease with a human male.

The effect of the mark far exceeded Adela's imagination. She even vaguely felt that the mark was much stronger than before.

Wyatt's hand left Adela's shoulder. Now there was no need to suppress the evil spirit for Adela.

Adela somehow covered the place where Wyatt touched with her hand. She smiled at herself, not expecting that she would let her guard down in the middle of a battle.

She looked up and saw Wyatt had already climbed onto his horse. The knights sent by Duke Raymond to escort him made way for him and surrounded Wyatt in the center.

In front of them, the originally huge crowd had been knocked down by the blood wave and had also lost the ability to move.

Preliminary estimates show that at least 60% of the Corrupted and Contaminated Creatures died on the spot, leaving less than 20% of the units able to move.

This result is not surprising. Adela is one of the most fallen people in the middle area, and her powerful strength is also the reason why Helen recommended her.

Wyatt and Helen explained the specific effects of the mark, which naturally included targeted suppression of a single target, which could allow the target to far exceed its usual limits and unleash extraordinary powers that would astonish the target itself.

The wave of blood just now is the best proof.

Looking at the corpses on the ground and the wounded crying in pain, Wyatt's expression was calm, without any fluctuations.

This is not surprising. One or two months of clerical work did not erase the spirit that Wyatt had forged in the military. He had seen scenes even more hellish than this.

Wyatt does love the fallen, but it depends on the situation.

Those who are guilty will be punished.

He loves the innocent.

As for these fallen people who were used as cannon fodder by the tree planters and the Nativity Society, Wyatt could only say sorry.

They are beyond help. The fact that they are being driven to be cannon fodder means that they have probably been completely brainwashed, just like George.

Saving him would only add to his troubles.

Even if he has not been brainwashed, he has already lost his sanity and is only a fine line away from becoming an evil creature.

A fallen body is easy to repair, but the spirit may not be, as the mark has not yet grown to that level.

Killing them cleanly and efficiently is the greatest mercy you can show to these poor creatures.

But that's not the only kindness Wyatt can offer.

He pulled out a pendant from his bosom, which was inlaid with a gold-rimmed cross and star, the symbol of the Holy Church.

Wyatt held the pendant tightly against his heart and silently recited the holy blessing.

“May the lost souls be cleansed of filth.”

"May the lost lambs return to my arms."

“May the light of the Kingdom of God shine upon you.”

The prayer is over. This is the greatest respect that the holy priest can show in the face of death.

Next, it’s time to deal with the real damn bastards.

"Send the order, advance the divine defense line, and attack with all the troops!"

"Yes!"

"Adela, you've worked hard. Go back and rest."

"It's okay, I still want to..."

"You've done a great job. Leave the guarding work to Dorothy. We also need someone to cover the Winterhold Fortress. I don't think you want to see those children come out to defend the city."

"Understood... I'll leave the director to you, Dorothy."

Dorothy nodded in response with a serious expression, then she climbed down from Adela's horse and crawled under Wyatt's armpits to get in front of him.

Wyatt's seriousness was broken for a few seconds by Dorothy. He didn't expect that the little guy would choose to sit in this place.

"Sitting in the front can at least help you block an arrow, so be grateful."

"Don't worry, that won't happen."

Wyatt ruffled Dorothy's hair again, and then fully armed knights rushed over on both sides of them one after another. They launched a fierce attack on the rear of the pagans, and the victory of wiping out the cannon fodder in one fell swoop boosted their morale, and they felt like they were invincible.

Wyatt rode his horse to catch up, and when he got close to the pagans, he found that they had no intention of retreating.

They relied on the barrier to hold on and refused to retreat, as if they were waiting for the contaminated mother tree to grow initially before launching a counterattack.

With the cooperation of divine arts and magic, the barrier was broken faster than expected, perhaps also due to the knights' continuous attacks on the barrier.

Of course, this barrier does not block out sound, and the form of attack is not the same.

"What are you doing hiding in your shell? You keep saying 'for the finish line'. Aren't you afraid of death? Come out, and let my hammer take you to the finish line!"

"Open the door, open the door. You have the guts to cause trouble but not the guts to face people, right? With this level of skill, you still come to attack Winterhold."

"Why don't we try digging a tunnel? Maybe this barrier can't protect the bottom."

Wyatt wandered around the periphery of the team, watching the soldiers teasing the pagans like monkeys.

If it were any other time, he would probably go up and give some advice himself, but he didn't.

Dorothy also knew Wyatt's temper, at least on this occasion.

Clearly, something was wrong.

Wyatt felt like a pair of eyes were staring at him, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Whether it is an illusion or not, you should maintain a certain safe distance.

Wyatt gave orders again, asking the soldiers to retreat to a safe area and just form an encirclement.

Although the soldiers were reluctant, they still did as they were told and kept a safe distance from the pagans.

Wyatt once again ordered the priests and magicians to stop breaking the barrier and concentrate on preparing for battle.

As for breaking the barrier, Wyatt planned to do it himself.

The six-ring "Evolution" magic is used as an auxiliary to analyze some parts that are easy to analyze. For the tough bones, the "Holiness" magic is used directly to force a breakthrough.

The barrier of the enchantment began to become blurred, and the pagans began to panic. In addition, there were several white swords hovering in the sky, ready to take action at any time.

Wyatt waved his hand, and the white sword pierced the barrier from all directions. The barrier, which had been cracked and analyzed, was already riddled with holes and could not withstand even a strong attack.

Wyatt broke the barrier, and the remaining white sword rushed towards the pagans. The result should have been decided, but an accident still happened.

A sprout broke out from the snow-covered soil.

The contaminated mother tree sprouted, and strangely led to the development of other mother trees. The branches intertwined and spliced ​​with each other, and in the blink of an eye it grew into a considerable large tree.

A strange smell also erupted, and Wyatt realized that what the pagans planted was not to pollute the mother tree.

He instinctively grabbed Dorothy and threw her backwards.

Wyatt, who was captured by the breath, fell off his horse like a puppet with its strings cut.

From Wyatt's perspective, he just saw a red flash before his eyes. After the red faded, he found himself in a dark red dead forest.

In this space besides himself, there is another person, and he should be the owner of this place.

"Nice to meet you, Director Wyatt. I'm Bruno Finn. You should know me. After all, we are the same kind."

"Of course I recognize you. Priests who have the conditions are required to remember the name of every known apostle. There should be no one with the same name as you, the apostle of the tree planter."

(End of this chapter)