Vol 5 Chapter 6: Righteous

The condescending Ace was expressionless, and leaped softly, gathering the fire on his right hand, piercing the heart with a palm, punching the heart of one of the energetic members, seeing that he could not survive.
Immediately after turning around and kicking, he kicked the two people next to him. The two who were alive had already lost their combat power instantly and were lying on the ground unable to move.
Ace picked up the dagger, the jackdaw of the night flew by, making a croaking sound, he held the dagger high and stab it hard.
In the early morning of the next day, the old Peter who got up early to pick up dung pushed the dung truck and walked into the alley. He accidentally saw several active members and the young man all lying on the ground, red and dark blood all over the floor.
"Killed! Killed again..."
boom!
In the West Alley of the old street, a sturdy man angrily smashed a hole through the table. He looked around a dozen people around him, including a strong northern barbarian.
They pressed an old man to his knees, and the old man was trembling. It was the dung-picking Pete who was extremely afraid now.
"The reason why our Maien Gang can gain a foothold in the old street is that we are ruthless. We dare to kill anyone, and we dare to do any business. That's why we can monopolize the order here and let the northerners have a foothold in the capital.
But today, someone dared to kill our brother. I looked around at Dunn and swear in the name of Brother Grim Bear Mai Enyi that I would smash the dead of the guy who killed us. First chop off the hands of this old thing and goug his eyes to see who would dare to be disrespectful to us. "
Pete, who was already limp on the ground, struggled and yelled: "I did not offend the Maien Gang, I did not offend, I am innocent, don't chop my hands, don't dig...ah"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes were never dug out. The northern barbarian was so rough and determined.
A miserable cry sounded in this courtyard, and the nearby passers-by walked away quickly. Ace, wearing a cloak, had bright eyes and was resting leaning against the shadow. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his breathing was sudden.
It turned out that old Pete, who had been severed to goug his eyes, had been thrown out. His eyes were closed tightly, and his hands were gone. Two lines of blood and tears flowed out, and he tried to cover his face with his handsless arms. As a result, more blood flowed.
A barbarian came out and roared loudly: "Secretly wounding crap, our Maien gang is heaven in the old street. No one can run away if we kill us. This old man is just a declaration, hiding in Guys in the dark, don't be caught by me!"
After speaking, he walked back aggressively. Old Pete was still rolling on the ground, no one dared to come forward to help.
Ace squeezed his fist and then let it go again. This is because of his lack of strength during the day, and the goal is too obvious when he does it, and he still has to wait until the night.
This Maien gang is indeed too hateful. It happens that I am very short of money. If there is no money, I can't buy the precious treasures full of vitality. If possible, it is better to clear this Maien gang and seize their wealth?
Despite thinking so, Ace did not rush to act.
He has not investigated and cleared this vital organization. If the people in this organization have extraordinary powers, it will be difficult for him to do.
"It's also because of me that this old man suffered from the unreasonable disaster. No, mainly because of the lawless Maien Gang."
Ace walked out of the shadows, his skin was a little hot in the sun, he wrapped it hard, and walked to Old Pete.
Ace could feel the gaze peeping at people secretly, but he couldn't let such a poor man wailing here, and at this moment, a fragrant wind came.
A girl with a long skirt that was different from that of the old street, with blond hair rolled up, ran over like a wind, and helped up the bloodstained old Pete.
The blood stain of old Pete instantly stained the girl's white dress red. The girl didn't care about the staining of the dress, but instead supported the old man hard and comforted him softly.
Ace stopped, he had noticed that several barbarians had followed, and he gave a cold snort and went into the dark.
After a while, Ace stepped on the rubble like a cat, and did not know where he got a white-faced smiling cat in the mask, and followed a dozen people from the Maien Gang.
The girl was still talking to Pete. She looked about fifteen or six years old, with a delicate appearance, a tall and small nose, red lips, fair skin, and she was indeed a beauty.
The energetic members who followed were discussing in a low voice.
"This chick doesn't look like the person who killed our brother."
"Whether she looks like or not, have you ever seen this look?"
"Hehehe..."
bump!
The sound of a fist hitting his head sounded, and Dunn said in a low voice, "Is this beauty that you can miss hehehe? This should be given to Big Brother Mann, the bear."
Several people quickly nodded and said yes, a slender barbarian boasted: "You are still smart, big brother. If such a beauty is given to the violent bear boss, he might pass on the Berserker practice to you when he is happy."
Du En nodded, and then angrily said: "What nonsense, I am out of the sincerity of my brothers. As for whether I can become a berserker, it's up to you and me?"
While talking, the girl had helped Pete through two alleys. When Du En and others were about to chase, they suddenly saw the girl carrying Pete on her back, walking like flying, and disappearing in a hurry.
Ace, who was following, nodded. This girl looked not only kind in her heart, but also a bit quick-witted. He catted to the rubble of the roof, and remembered the looks of the energetic members one by one.
Du En stared around and looked around, angrily said: "The old Pete's house is nearby, and that little girl can't run far. Even if she runs away, we have to kill Pete to let everyone know that we are against us. The end."
Ace frowned upon hearing this. He wanted to act at night, but he had to do it.
After catching the king first, he jumped down from the roof, his right arm was burning with fire, and he fell from the sky, centered around Dunn.
Du En suddenly heard the sound of breaking through the air, and he rolled and avoided subconsciously, but he was attacked by Ace's vitals, leaving a wound on his arm.
Ace was slightly surprised when he missed a hit. The barbarians swarmed up with machetes and clubs. Ace jumped out of the encirclement, took a machete with his backhand, and slammed with the knife.
This knife almost filled all the power of Ace's heart and fire, and the power of heart and fire turned into a sharp searing sword aura, and it spread a very thin wave in the city for an instant, cutting off the barbarians present.
The bodies of these more than a dozen people slid down neatly and uniformly. The barbarians who lost their lower bodies did not die immediately. They struggled on the ground for a long time, crying in pain.
Du En looked panicked and murmured: "Glory Knight, terrible..."
The fire in Ace's chest has basically been exhausted, leaving only a trace of fire, it is impossible to continue using it.
His vitality was similar, but with solid steps and compelling aura, Du En was almost frightened and did not dare to resist, letting Ace slashed off and separated his head.
A female exclamation sounded, and Ace looked back abruptly. It was the girl who had just helped Pete.
The girl was holding a long sword and a blood-stained white dress. She looked quite unique. After seeing her, Ace didn't speak, but leaped to the roof with all his strength, stepped on the rubble and dashed on the roof, disappearing.
The girl recalled the scene just now, thin, cloak, white cat mask, corpses and blood all over the floor, she couldn't help covering her mouth, her stomach churning.
She wanted to warn the energetic members and beat them up, but she couldn't help vomiting out after seeing such a scene. When the stomach discomfort was controlled, the girl walked into the corpse, her azure pupils suddenly shrinking.
"This neat injury is almost like cutting a person at the waist with an extremely sharp weapon. It is indeed possible, but these people are in different positions, and it is unlikely that they will swing dozens of knives in different directions in an instant. Say……"
She gradually became shocked, and slowly said:
"Holy Light Sword Qi? Even though I was called a genius by everyone in the town, the beautiful girl who could not cultivate the stunts, will appear here, it is worthy of the royal city Bernada. It seems that I am still a little lazy, I must work hard. Yes, Jamila Bernard!"
Ace didn’t know how shocked this girl named Yamila was. Whether it was sword aura or sword aura, it was an extremely advanced martial skill. In this world, except for those with blue blood and a few people who believe in the spirit of nature, most The extraordinary power of man comes from the Holy Light.
Ordinary people obtain power seeds by praying to the Holy Light Church. This kind of thing is similar to divine grace and is very rare.
The general method is to polish your physical fitness and donate large sums of indulgences in exchange for the holy light seed-giving ceremony hosted by the local bishop. According to legend, this kind of ceremony requires the aid of holy oil to succeed, and it may fail, even for ordinary noble families. Can be exchanged once or twice.
Yamila is an ordinary farmer's family. She likes to dance knives and guns since she was a child, learning martial arts from the old mercenaries in the town and listening to all kinds of magical experiences.
When she was ten years old, she went to the church to worship as usual. It happened that the regional bishop came to mass here and presided over the worship activities for them personally.
Jamila felt that the bishop was indeed extraordinary. Under this circumstance, she actually felt unusually calm, praying to the holy light wholeheartedly, feeling as if there was a warm power stroking herself, as if she had returned to her mother's embrace.
When I opened my eyes, it was dusk, and she was the only one left in the church.
The priest said that seeing her praying earnestly, she couldn't bear to interrupt. She seemed to understand, and she often came to church early in the morning to pray alone.
After many attempts, Yamila once again experienced the unusually warm feeling. She gradually found the trick to talk her expectations with the holy light, praying to the holy light to bless herself, and not be an ordinary village girl to marry her life. Son, let yourself be able to venture in various places like a mercenary.
Maybe her simple prayer was really answered by the Holy Light. After a certain warmth, Yamila gained a unique power, the Seed of Holy Light.
The priest first discovered her aptitude, taught her carefully, and recommended Jamila to study in the Cathedral of St. Ivan this year. She has studied in the Cathedral for two months and has nurtured the seeds of the Holy Light into the breath of Holy Light.
After the sacred light aura was cultivated, Jamila's strength immediately increased, so she was full of confidence and came to the famous old street to uphold justice.
"The Maien Gang here is really hateful. I must implement the will of the Holy Light and sweep away the evil forces above the people here! But it seems unrealistic for me alone. It is best to find Mr. Cat Face and act together."
Yamila clenched her fists cutely, raised the sword in her hand, and held a "cremation" for the corpses in accordance with the ceremony of the Holy Light Church.
The holy light aura on the long sword condensed, and the starting point was Mars. Jamila violently approached a corpse with the long sword, and the spark turned into white fire, instantly burning the corpse to ashes.
She took a breath, her face was pale, and she sat there adjusting her state for a long time, and continued to "cremate" the next body.
It was about until the night was so busy that the moon was hanging high before Jamila finally cremated all the corpses.
On the other side, Ace went straight to the residence of Dunyan Dunn, killed the few who stayed behind, snatched some gold and silver jewelry, and gave a lot of things that he couldn't afford to nearby residents.
He didn't give much to each of the residents, probably enough for them for half a year and a year. The property was touching, the right amount was a kind of help, and the overdose was harmful.
Ace wasn't in a hurry. He changed his outfit first. It was still a black cloak with an opaque material, so it was expensive.
A well-fitting outfit, calfskin boots, and a good steel sword changed Ace's entire temperament.
Only the white cat face mask remained, because he always acted at night and wore a cat face mask. For a while, there were rumors of the righteous white cat in the old street.
In a dilapidated wooden house, the mother was telling the child the story of the righteous white cat.
"The righteous white cat is the righteous man of the holy light. He replaced the holy light in the execution of the trial in the dark, helping many poor and in danger, and he often appeared in front of people's windows while taking advantage of the moonlight and sent them secretly. Some money..."
The child who was listening to the story suddenly interrupted his mother, and the grandmother said, "Is that the righteous white cat? I think he is putting silver coins in our window."
My mother was surprised ~EbookFREE.me~ and turned around. There was no one. She was about to scold the child to speak. Suddenly she saw something gleaming and reflecting on the window stand. She took a candlelight and looked at it. It was a small pile of silver coins.
As she murmured gratitude, Ace had already stepped up on the roof, leaping forward with the moonlight in the night.
"Sure enough, when I set a role and draw up a good story, I can act as the protagonist and complete one after another'stage play' grandiosely, and these'stage plays' are fermented in the crowd. It only takes me ten days. Just collected a lot of destiny!"
I saw Ace's hand lightly, and it turned out to be a phantom spindle looming, with a magical rhythm in it, as if to talk something.
If you look carefully, a silver thread has just been harvested on the spindle, which is the thread of fate.
"I am the projection of the main body, and I also have the imprint of all the treasures of the main body. Other treasures are out of date, but the projection of the spindle of destiny is very useful. I can harvest the power of destiny with the help of scenes of'drama' and strengthen my own exist.
Just why didn't you get the breath of great source? Is it because the unit drama model is too single? Or do I need to brew one now? "