Ember Gun

  Chapter 445 War and Peace

  Liya had never seen such a fire, it was as white as a ball of light tumbling.

  This is a pretty good firework, just looking at it, you will feel a mysterious sense of holiness, as if the firework fell from the heaven at the end of the cloud.

  This is a lovely firework, but now it gives Liya endless fear.

The Yega Theater began to collapse in front of her eyes, endless white flames gushing in the cracks, the building was like a dying old man, he breathed feebly, and every breath caused a wave of fire. One fluctuation took away a little of its life until it died completely.

   "What exactly... happened?"

  Liya witnessed this beautiful collapse, she asked, but no one could give her the answer, and then the fanatical roar dragged her back to reality.

  The whole night sky is no longer dim, it is lit by heavy fire, a deep dark red, like solidified blood stains.

The believers around me ran back and forth. Liya was like a dead leaf in a torrent, being carried by the crowd, staggering, until she had a chance to take a breath, she was squeezed to the ground, her hands touched the cold ground, she mouthed Breathing, my mind was completely captured by fear.

The sacred ceremony is no longer. At this moment, it has turned into a battlefield of hell. There is almost no opportunity to talk. The believers of the Gospel Church attacked the theater square like this. They held various weapons and slashed their eyes with bloodshot eyes. Every Orthodox believer I met.

  The cold air was warmed by the fire, and there was a sweet **** smell in it. This smell poured into Liya's nasal cavity, and her stomach rolled over, and she retched disgustingly.

  Suddenly something was touching her hands, as if it was running water, but the water was very warm and a bit sticky...

  In the chaotic figure, Liya and a pair of dull eyes met at each other.

  It was a man. He was lying not far from Liya. The hideous wound opened along his throat, and blood flowed out of it, and it spread to Liya.

  Liya was stunned, her body seemed to be petrified, she tried to move her body, but no matter how hard she tried, she could only stand still in place like this.

  The man's mouth was trembling slightly. He was not dead yet, and his hoarse and weak voice came into Liya's ears very clearly.

"help me."

  Someone stepped on the man's body, and more feet stepped on his body. As the squeezed, more blood poured out from the wound.

  Liya wanted to save him, but the girl was completely dominated by fear. She didn't even have the strength to stand up and run away. She could only witness the man being trampled to death and the corpse rolling back and forth at the feet of the crowd until they disappeared.

what is this? Religious wars?

  There were fanatical roars around him. Someone chanted the doctrine loudly, waved their weapons and slashed at others, and their cold bodies fell one by one.

  Liya couldn't understand, she was crawling on the ground, hiding in the corner of the debris, and curled up little by little.

  The conflict of beliefs, the war between religions.

  This kind of vocabulary is still too far away for young girls, as far away as the illusory story in the book.

  Liya still remembers how she was when she first knew this term. At that time, she had not joined the Orthodox Church. She sat bored on the stairs outside the church of the Evangelical Church, listening to the priest explaining the history of the Evangelical Church to the believers.

The priest impassionedly talked about the sacred Eastern Expedition in history. Under the leadership of the Pope, the Templar Knights were invincible. They fought all the way to eradicate all their enemies. The loser had only two choices. Believe in the gospel church or be treated as a heresy. Burned to death.

  It was a glorious era. The influence of the Gospel Church spread to the greatest extent. Church after church was built in a foreign country. Everyone believed in the God of the Gospel Church.

  Liya still remembered what she did at the time. She was very interested when she heard this, stood up, and asked the priest outside the window.

   "Why does the Pope want to fight?"

Father    was surprised by the sudden appearance of Liya, and perhaps he cared more about Liya's question. He didn't drive Liya away for the first time, but answered her question.

   "Because they are heretics."

   Mentioned the word "heresy", and the priest was angry with him.

   "What is heresy."

   Liya asked innocently.

   "All those who do not believe in the gospel church are heretics."

Father    said firmly.

  Listening to the priest's words, Liya felt that this reason was really absurd.

   "Just because of this kind of thing to start a war? Because of this ridiculous reason."

Liya couldn’t understand. Although she didn’t understand these very well, the word “war” was as solemn as a stone to her. In her opinion, it was a contradiction that could not be avoided. It was only when she had to make a decision. Cruel words that will appear.

  But in the priest's mouth, this thing is so random, but for this reason, it set off a **** crusade.

  Liya couldn’t understand why not believing in these things would become a sin.

Hearing Liya’s answer, even if the priest was angry, he looked at the priest’s old face at the time, and for a moment Liya was terrified. It was the first time she and the priest met. Although the conversation was a bit unpleasant, the priest But in his eyes there is a desire to kill himself.

  Because of your own answer?

  Liya couldn’t understand why someone would kill someone for this reason.

   is like the present.

  Fireworks rose, blood splashed, no one felt fear, but there was a kind of dedication frenzy, reciting the sacred doctrine, but doing the most sinful thing in his hands.

  Many of them met for the first time. Before that, they were completely strange passers-by. They didn't know each other's past or their present, but they fought together for the so-called faith.

  No, it shouldn’t be like this.

   "Liya!"

  The familiar voice sounded, and the dark shadow enveloped Liya, and he grabbed Liya's wrist.

  Liya panicked for a while, but then she saw the look of the visitor clearly.

   "Hu...Huao."

   Her voice trembled, and then she burst into tears.

   "Don't be afraid, come with me."

   This time Hu Ao grabbed Liya's hand tightly. It was because he hadn't watched Liya before that when the conflict broke out, he and Liya were scattered in the chaotic scene.

   "No one is stopping this?"

   Liya followed Hu Ao closely, for fear of being separated from him, in this case, to separate again, Liya knew exactly what she would encounter.

  The tragic situation of the man when he died flashed in front of his eyes. He was also a living person, but in the end he died unexplainably for this ridiculous reason.

   "I don't know, it stands to reason that the Mounted Police should have arrived long ago..."

  While speaking, Hu Ao himself did not have the courage to continue.

  How about the Mounted Police coming? With the raging fire of the Yega Theater, the whole scene went into a complete madness. There was nothing to control. The Mounted Police came just to add fuel to this carnival.

   "Where are we going?"

  Liya looked around in a panic. Under the flickering and dimming light, she couldn't determine who the people around her were at all. Probably other people were like this, but they did not have the same fear as themselves, but devoted themselves to this carnival.

   "Go find Mianxia."

  Hu Ao stretched out his hand and knocked over someone who tried to attack them. Fortunately, the career of a sailor gave him a strong enough body, otherwise he would hide and shiver like Liya.

   Feeling the pain from his fist, this is the first time Hu Ao has actively hurt others.

   "Under the crown?"

  Liya still remembers that when it happened before, the impact of the explosion overturned the high platform, and the crown was lost in the collapse.

   "Yes, Mianxia is still alive, but with some minor injuries, he was protected, but our number is still too small to get out of here."

Hu Ao replied, if there is a safe place here, then it must be Miguel's side.

  The believers firmly protected the injured Miguel and repelled several enemy offensives.

He was just a sailor and didn’t know much about politics and interests, but Huo instinctively felt that this was a premeditated attack. At the moment when the Pope became king, the believers of the Evangelical Church chose to attack. They want to kill the Orthodox Church here.

  Anger.

  For some reason, after realizing this, Hu Ao's heart surged with unstoppable anger. For a moment, he wanted to join the battle like everyone else and repelled these offensive evangelical churches.

  But maybe there is still Liya around to take care of, no matter what you want to do, first bring her to Miguel.

   "So... why?"

  Liya muttered quietly.

   is just a difference in beliefs, why do we have to do this kind of duty? Give these meaningless deaths and pains.

  What the girl thinks, and can't understand these things, she just feels sad and scared.

For this day, Liya made enough preparations. She weaved a lot of flower crowns and practiced chants with everyone for a long time. In her expectation, this day will end in beauty, and a warm church will be built in a barren place. At the beginning, she might become a nun, or a scholar... She still has many opportunities in the future.

  All this was ruined, and I was burned under the raging fire.

  Liya is a kind child, she rarely hates someone, but now she can clearly feel the emotion of hatred in her heart.

  She knew it was a little weird, but she couldn't control it. These dark things grew arbitrarily and spread to every corner.

  Blood soaked the theater square. It was obvious that the journey was not long, but due to the chaotic situation and the enemy, this distance seemed extremely difficult.

  Huao can already see the guards, they have reused the collapsed high platform, like a simple fortress.

"it's me!"

  Huao shouted loudly.

  The battle here is over. Although the chaos is still there, everyone is tacitly not approaching here. I saw pools of blood on the ground. You can imagine what people have paid for this short respite.

   "Under the crown, are you okay?"

  After crossing the defense, Hu Ao's first thing was to go to the depths of the wreck and asked with concern.

  Different from the frenzy of the outside world, the atmosphere here is a little depressed, and there are wounded everywhere.

   "Huao?"

  The voice sounded from the depths, and then the old man limped out.

  Miguel's current situation is not too bad, with some bruises on his face, and his left leg broke when he fell, but he was simply bandaged and can barely stand up.

  He looked very embarrassed, his gray hair covered his face indiscriminately, and his body was dirty with blood stains.

  Looking at it this way, Hu Ao was a little pleased. It turned out that the so-called Mianxia was also an ordinary person, and would be caught off guard by this sudden encounter.

  Hu Ao wanted to continue to say something, but his gaze seemed to be caught by something.

  Eye pupils were tightly locked on Miguel's head, and Hu Ao couldn't help swallowing, his mind was tempted and heated.

  It is an exquisite crown. There is no gorgeous jewellery decoration and no earth-shattering craftsmanship. It is just a very simple crown with elegant arcs intertwined, just like laurel branches.

  This is a worthless crown, thrown into the hands of the jeweler, they won't even look at it.

  This is a crown of extraordinary value. It symbolizes power and desire. This is the embodiment of the Orthodox Pope. Although the ceremony was roughly interrupted, Miguel could not bear to wear it.

  The crown is magic...Power is magic.

  Although the current situation is critical, Miguel is not worried at all. He is very calm, as if everyone is a plaything in his hands.

   "Under the crown."

   After recovering, Hu Ao realized his rudeness, he bowed his head to Miguel and apologized.

  Migle didn't care about these, but asked coldly.

"How's it going?"

   "It's very bad, I'm out on the way, it's all fighting, we have to find a way to **** you out." Hu Ao said.

   "In other words, is it completely ‘out of control’ now?"

  Miguel was still not worried, he asked Hu Ao.

"Um……"

  Hu Ao thought for a while and expressed his affirmation.

  I saw Miguel showing a slight smile. He knew that he needed to be serious in this situation, but when he thought of what would happen next, he still couldn't bear the joy in his heart.

"let's start."

  He whispered to the guard beside him.

  The guard did not reply, but turned and started to take action.

   "Under the crown..."

  Hu Ao couldn’t figure out what was going on, but before he could continue to ask anything, Miguel turned his attention to Hu Ao.

   "Hu Ao, you are a devout believer, right?"

  Faced with this question, if it was Hu Ao before, he might hesitate, but now he has tasted the beauty and recognition brought by Orthodox Church, he nodded without hesitation to answer.

"Yes, it's me."

   "Very good, then follow me and protect me."

  Migle said and walked out of the crowd.

   "Under the crown, this is dangerous!"

  Hu Ao tried to stop him, but Miguel raised his hand to stop Hu Ao's behavior.

   "My believers are bleeding for me and fighting for me, how can I abandon them?"

   Miguel said without looking back, and then strode forward.

  "This will be the first victory of the Orthodox Church, and after this we will win successively. Nothing can stop us..."

  Just as planned, Miguel walked out of the wreck and appeared in front of everyone. The believers were startled first, and then shouted the holy name.

  Their pope is standing with them, this is the supreme glory.

  The enemies became fanatical. This is the heretical pope. As long as they kill him, they will clear the ground for their gods.

  Distorted and crazy thoughts arise in everyone's heart. They stand in different positions and can do the same crazy things.

Miguel enjoyed this moment, and the choirs scattered in the dark also acted. They waved their sharp blades and slashed and killed the invading enemy. Little by little, he reversed it.

  Everyone was calling Miguel’s name, awe or hatred, he was immersed in this great moment.

  Kemig's little knowledge, his face is now appearing in the scope.

   "Migle appears."

  Eve's finger lightly squeezed the trigger.

   "Then fire and kill him."

  Some angry voices sounded from the side, Kestrel crouched beside Eve, the pocket knife in his hand was still dripping blood.

  Kestrel hates this place, this place is simply a paradise for a bunch of lunatics, no matter who it is, try to give yourself a knife.

"I know I know."

  Eve looked at Miguel’s boring smile and said softly.

   "Farewell, I'm under the crown."

   Pulled the trigger, the bullet came out, and the violent sound suddenly overwhelmed all the sounds, and the world fell into a short silence, and then the roar of explosions resounded.

  Eve didn’t know if she hit the target. At the moment she pulled the trigger, she felt like she had been hit by a bull head-on. The meteor’s recoil made Eve fall to the ground for several laps before she stopped.

  It was also at this time that Eve finally understood what was so special about this strange weapon.

  This is a special bullet with paint antimony inside. It is like a small bomb, and a raging fire rises in the crowd.

  Eve has no chance to judge whether Miguel is alive or dead, because everyone noticed this after the blow.

   "I swear, if I can go back alive, the first thing I will do is to beat the perpetual pumps of neurosis."

  Faced with so many eyes, the Kestrel mustered up the courage hard and set up a folding knife.

  Which is an assassination weapon? This is clearly a small artillery launcher, think about it, rather than blindly pursuing accuracy, it is better to expand the killing area to the maximum.

  "Time to run away, Kestrel!"

  Kestrel was about to slash happily with a knife, but before he could rush out, he was caught by Eve. There was almost no time for thinking. The Kestrel turned his head and started rushing in the direction of the believers of the Gospel Church.

  As these two amazing soldiers joined the battle, they messed up the situation, and the development of the situation began to tilt.

  But what everyone didn't notice was that in the collapsed ruins of the Yega Theater, there seemed to be thunder, and the sound became clearer.

  (End of this chapter)