Chapter 685: Nutans' Confusion (Part 2)

"Fucking guy!"
Nutans struggled to adjust his pace and tried to maintain balance. The rubble deformed under his weight, but unexpectedly stepping on a small caused him to fall backwards.
He twisted his body when he fell, while extending his right arm.
But when his joints whined and stuck, he secretly cursed this instinctive action, and his entire arm was shaking when he fell on the floor.
He was dragged down by the discarded armor joints, and as he struggled to roll, the green leather tread and blade fell like rain on him, and it seemed that something had hit his head to blur his vision.
He tried his best to kick the leg and knocked down the three green skins to the ground. All the bones in their legs were broken.
With a grunt, he moved himself to the right, and used his left-handed saber to block the other Oak.
"what!"
Suddenly, a heavy cut was embedded in his left wrist, the self-sealing armor deep into the bone.
Nutans's hand loosened his weapon due to spasm, and the weapon decorated with the flashing emblem clicked on the green leather feet.
"Sir!"
Andrell arrived just in time, holding a blue glowing sword in his hand.
He chopped off his neck and limbs and knocked down all the green skin that was about to kill the killer. When he reached the leader of the fallen night blade, he had already cut down half a dozen Oak.
After a few seconds of breathing, Nutans was able to straighten his upper body.
Then he grabbed Andrell's back and pulled himself up from the ground, but his right arm fell silently to the side, with only the pistol still in his hand.
He twisted his body and aimed the weapon at the green skin, firing the last three bullets in his weapon.
The flesh and blood body is indeed too fragile. I heard that the Warrior of the Blurred Blade can easily break a pinch of green skin, and he will be in danger of life in the face of a few-because he is still an ordinary human, a mortal.
But the price of that power is too heavy.
He witnessed many evil forces sneaking out of nothingness and staying in their bodies, although the shadow prince repeatedly claimed that it was controllable.
But since Cusconal fell behind, Nutans no longer believed that there was anything to be controlled.
"Sir!"
Two more members of the detachment came, carrying burst-fire rifles and combat knives, and drove the green skin back to the porch.
Nutans concentrated on driving his right arm to let it hang down. His eyes scanned the ground looking for his sword, but he saw nothing but the ruins.
Lord Nightblade and his subordinates slowly moved along the hall towards the statue.
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire engulfed them, and Andrell immediately fell to the ground, and a bullet exploded the weak armor joint at his neck.
When Nutans stooped forward to pick up the fallen blade of the night blade, a grenade happened to fall not far from him.
"Lying down!!!"
As soon as he roared, the explosion threw the nightblade leader toward the statue's base, and flew his weapon in the opposite direction.
In a burst of smoke, Nutans found himself out of touch with others, one arm was broken and he had no weapons.
A burst of witchcraft fire from the squad penetrated the green skins, and the white-hot energy evaporates their bodies. With the timing of Ok's distraction, Nutans slid behind the statue's base to assess the situation.
The squad was trapped under the corridor, and no more green skin entered the street. Now it seems that it is the last batch. There are more than a dozen of them hiding behind the pillars and rubble and fighting with the night blade.
On his right, Nutans saw a green-skin team sneaking through the dark, trying to bypass the location of the firestorm.
He recognized the energy flash from the metal stick in the opponent's hand-these must be the Oak wizards who caused huge damage to the team a few days ago.
Nightblade leader instinctively took a step in the direction of Ok, but then immediately stopped himself.
Even if both arms were intact, he could not subdue them with his bare hands. He looked around for discarded combat knives or pistols or anything that could be used as a weapon.
But got nothing.
Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the huge statue, and there was only a narrow space between the statue of the Father and the wall.
Nutans pushed himself into it, using his good arms and legs to lift himself a few meters.
He pressed his shoulders against the wall, raised his feet with his waist, and then stepped on the back of the statue.
"The Father forgive my sins..."
He concentrated all his strength on his legs and pushed his feet out with his best efforts.
Night Blade tightened every muscle on his body, and a thick layer of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead. The armor sounded a warning sound because its fiber bundles opposed the weight of the statue.
A few seconds later, when the statue was detached from the pedestal, a loud noise reverberated in the hall, and it tilted forward and then came to a standstill.
"For humanity!"
At the last moment, Nutans roared with all his remaining strength.
Slow at first but gradually accelerating, the statue fell down, with a heavy and elegant posture, it hit the sneaky ok witches and smashed them among the rubble, and the splashed stones shredded After the guys who survived the impact ~ EbookFREE.me ~ without support, Nutans fell and hit his head against the wall against the base.
"Well……"
Tinnitus, half-blind, the leader of the night blade dragged himself to stand up.
Support yourself with the base of the statue, limping through the rubble to check his masterpiece.
At this time, the wreckage of the statue was covered with crushed bodies, and several pieces of green skin were dragging blood stains to try to climb out of the dust.
A crackling sound of voodoo fire came from afar, a blaze of purple flames engulfed the surviving Oak, the surrounding gunfire gradually stopped, and silence came again.
"All enemies have been cleared, sir."
On the communication channel, his deputy's voice was calm and hoarse.
Nutans looked at the church's atrium, where the rubble was filled with green corpses, and the head of the broken statue rested on the crushed Oak wreckage.
Smashed windows, burnt and torn tapestries, and burnt wooden frames were filtered out in his head.
He imagined the restoration of this church, lit by thousands of candles, echoing the solemn recitations of the priest and his servants.
On these damaged floors and chanting tables, the scribes will once again copy the great chapters of the Father, narrate and convey the wisdom of the saints.
Suddenly, Nutans realized what he was confused about.
No matter how weird and degraded his former colleagues have become, they are doing the same thing as themselves.
Sometimes, you have to bring something to the edge of destruction to protect it, so that it can be re-established from the ruins, just like themselves...
"The glory of the Father lives on earth."
With a sigh, after Nutans finished chanting, he ordered less than one hundred blades remaining.
"All assembled, we should go."