Chapter 298 The Response of the 296 Cult
Chapter 298 296. The Order’s Response
A week later.
There are large and small gathering places scattered in the wilderness outside Cangnan City. Some are rebuilt on the ruins of cities, some are transformed from abandoned towns, and some are newly established near monster-dense areas. They serve people who explore the wilderness. Corps, scavengers, mercenaries... There is such a gathering place transformed from a ruined town outside Cangnan City. A new outdoor tavern has been opened in the inner block, which is very popular with the undead.
Outdoor tavern.
The undead man in combat uniform carried a firearm, opened the cotton curtain and walked into the tavern. Behind him were two team members, carrying knives and sniper rifles on their backs respectively. It seemed that this was just a weapon. A small regiment of three people.
The three of them had just entered the tavern. The LCD TV hanging on the counter was playing the news. The reporter stood on the ruined building and reported against the howling wind.
"Today is the third day when the Templars declare war on doomsday cultists. Not far from me, the man sitting on the balcony is the first-generation knight from the Knights Temple..."
The undead man holding the gun casually sat down on the high stool, looked up at the news, and said in surprise: "Is this the third day? Those doomsday believers haven't moved yet. They are just rats living in the gutter. "
"Same as the same?" the bartender was wiping the wine glass and asked without looking up.
"Of course it's the same as before. Alas, it's not easy to drink alcohol these days."
The bartender put down the glass and rag, turned around and looked for wine on the cabinet, "Everything will be fine."
"These doomsday believers are hiding their heads and tail. I am afraid they are afraid and dare not challenge them."
"I heard that the knight who betrayed the Templar in the history of disaster, huh, that's all he has the courage to do."
In a dark corner of the tavern, a man in a black robe suddenly said, "Maybe the master of the doomsday believer just doesn't know the news?"
"Whatever." The Corpse Immortal shrugged, he didn't care about this at all.
The man in the corner was silent for a moment, drank the remaining liquid in the glass, and slammed the door out.
It made everyone in the tavern look at each other.
The man turned left on the street and entered a dark alley. He crossed the collapsed brick wall. When he saw no one behind him, he opened his arms, revealing the strange patterns on his skin.
"The Great Lord of Redeemer." He muttered in a low voice, with a pious expression on his dark face hidden by his hair.
"I am a sinner walking in the world. Please forgive my sins, send salvation, and open the door to the kingdom of God."
“Send salvation and open the door to the Kingdom of God.”
The lines on the man's arms twisted like insects, stretching out golden threads deep into the unknown space, and pulled him in.
Suddenly the world changed, the dim alley disappeared, the golden light shone, the musty smell lingering on the tip of his nose was replaced by the fragrance of flowers, and he appeared in a half-collapsed church.
The golden light spreads through the broken glass window on the stone floor, dyeing the wild grass and white flowers into gold. A man in white robe stands in the light with his hands clasped together, bathing in the sacred, his face calm and natural, like a messenger blessed by God, listening to the oracle.
The man in white robes muttered words, as if praying. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the man who had returned to the church.
"Sin servant, are you worried?"
The man's voice was like a pebble falling into the calm water, causing waves immediately. The believers who were worshiping in the church all raised their heads and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in the church.
The man put his hands together to show respect to the man, then knelt on his knees and kowtowed devoutly, "Lord Io, the arrogant sinner has declared war on Lord Lyons outside. Three days have passed. We...maybe we should respond to the sin."
The holy envoy named Io smiled and said, "I already know your purpose of coming, and I will tell Lyons about it for you."
The believer became emotional and said, "Lord Io, I am willing to be a cow or a sheep, just to eliminate the sinful person."
"Um."
Io nodded in response and walked out of the side door of the church. Time and space were reversed, and the next second he entered the plain.
The golden river flows forever, spreading its brilliance over the golden garden. On the withered plain, a naked man was soaked in the golden river water and fell into a long sleep.
Io smiled slightly, came to the upper reaches of the river, sat down on the grass, lifted up her white robe, and put her feet into the river to soak.
The river was disturbed by foreign objects, causing slight turbulence. The man soaked in the river frowned and opened his eyes.
"Io, you are still so disgusting."
The smile on Io's face remained unchanged, "Oh, my foot-washing water is highly prized by those believers."
The Uncrowned Knight walked to the shore on the sand and gravel with a sullen face, "Tell me, what else do you want to see me for?"
Io looked up at the sky and said casually, "I heard that the Templars from this world have declared war on you."
"It's a pity. I only received the news in the past three days. Now there are rumors everywhere that you don't dare to challenge and are hiding."
The Uncrowned Knight's face became even more gloomy, as black as the bottom of a pot. He no longer cared about whether the man in front of him deliberately informed him now. His attention was successfully attracted and transferred to the living Templar.
"Declare war on me?"
"Haha, looking for death."
"I also think he is looking for death." Io agreed, "But you'd better answer it. I don't want you to become what others call a coward."
Lyons sneered, why didn't he know that Io was fighting against the fire? This guy's nature is like this, he is probably ready to watch the show now.
But he was also curious about what gave the knights of this world the courage to challenge him.
"Although Baoxiong and the others are trash, they are our own people after all. They dare to kill our people..."
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Uncrowned Knight, "Io, go and inform the believers that in three days, I will personally go to the battle site and end his life."
"I want everyone to know that the majesty of Leons cannot be challenged."
...
In the Garden Community, Su Hong just went to a nearby gathering place to replenish a wave of supplies. He opened his mobile phone and took a casual look. The Undead Forum was like the New Year, and was flooded with posts.
"It's incredible. The Uncrowned Knight has accepted the challenge."
"The duel between the Templar Knights and the Templar Knights, the duel between the ancient and the present, this historic scene, should the history books be changed?"
"It's over. Did the Champagne Party win too early? I checked the Uncrowned Knight. It seems that he is the existence of the Knights Templar second only to the Paladins. His strength is probably terrifying."
"Do you need to ask the Firebringer for help? After all, the Firebringer has the King's inheritance."
"The Uncrowned Knight has accepted the challenge?" Su Hong put the supplies in place, glanced at the forum posts, then turned off the terminal and stretched on the spot.
Three days ago, he invited the Uncrowned Knight to a duel in Cangnan City, and now he finally got a response.
To be honest, he didn't care much about this duel. The Uncrowned Knight had already lost to him in the simulation. Even if Helena didn't help him now, the result would be the same.
He was close to the King and was looking at the vast and magnificent scenery ahead. Maybe one day he would reach there.