MTL - Medieval Empire Soldier-Chapter 14 14. Appearance as God's Choice

  Chapter 14 Fourteen · Appearance as God's Choice

  There is a word that is especially suitable for the current state of Luther Huss next to him, the macho weeping.

  Lairn had a choked sound before he could take a closer look at the system's lord panel.

  The surrounding bright fire was a little dazzling, and Lailen said angrily: "Why are you crying, I'm not dead, am I alive and well?"

"Uh" I wanted to raise my hand and pat the shoulder of the gray-robed acolyte, and when I moved it a little, there was a sharp pain like tearing in my chest. If there was enough light, a few people around could observe Lailun's pale complexion and big drops of cold sweat. overflowing the forehead.

   "Brother Lailen, I'll wrap you up first." After taking a deep breath, Hus restrained his emotions and tore his white cloth into several strips.

During the    bandaging process, Lailun only felt pain in his internal organs, and the wounds, large and small, were shocking, especially the huge wound on the abdomen that was cut by the Khorne bull, and there was always a burning sensation on the surface.

  More and more soldiers from Bray Town entered the church. Some young soldiers who were younger and had not seen the tragic war turned pale when they saw the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and some even stooped and vomited on the spot.

When Captain Creel, the top commander of the Bray Guards, arrived, the smell of blood had faded a lot. The soldiers who entered the church first had cleared the bodies of the paladins and lashers out of the church, waiting for cremation, while the corpses of demons were Not moving at all, without the cooperation of the church priest, ordinary people's touch is tantamount to facing the corruption of chaos.

   No one could believe that such a large number of Khorne demons would appear in the churches of the Empire.

  When he saw the Khorne bull in brass armor in the center of the hall, he subconsciously clenched the long sword around his waist, and he couldn’t help but wonder in his heart: Can such a monster be killed by only relying on the weak power of humans?

   Fortunately, the demons have been banished from the mortal world.

   "Are there any survivors?" Creel sighed in relief, turned around, and asked the adjutant beside him in a serious tone.

"There are only four paladins stationed at the Sigma Church left in the hall, seven thrashers and six acolytes." The adjutant bowed his head slightly and said regretfully, "Just now, there were four people who died unfortunately because of their serious injuries, and the remaining The state of the people is also very bad, and if we drag it on, I'm afraid."

"Immediately send them to the Lady of Mercy Church in the town, and let Bishop Shiyat treat them personally. All expenses shall be borne by the lord." The top commander immediately ordered: "Also, notify the city defense barracks, and send another fifty people to come here to alert the town. Everything in here, curfew!"

   "Yes." The adjutant organized the soldiers and carried out the order.

   The top commander had a cold face, and saw that the soldiers were raising a blood-stained paladin. The latter raised his hand, as if he had something to say, and he quickly stepped forward: "Wait a minute."

The    soldier stopped and looked at the officer.

  The paladin on the stretcher was extremely weak, grabbed Kriel's cuff, and murmured with his lips parted: "The Chosen. The Chosen of my Lord is here. The Chosen."

   The paladin on the stretcher exerted his last strength, pointed his finger in the direction of the hall against the wall, turned his head and fainted.

   "The Chosen One?" Creel frowned, very puzzled, and after signaling the soldiers to send the wounded away as soon as possible, he looked in the direction of the finger just now.

   The grey-robed acolyte who had told himself that there was a demon in the church was standing there, and two soldiers supported a shirtless man, who was wrapped in a thick layer of bandages, with blood oozing out from the bottom of the white bandage.

  Clear walked over, looked at the extremely weak man in front of him, and felt a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere not long ago, and asked the gray-robed acolyte: "Who is he? The whipper?"

   did not wait for Luther Huss to speak.

   "Hello. Sir Krill, I'm glad you can lead the soldiers here." Lailen raised his head and said with a wry smile, "I'm a friend of Pastor Zeis, and I'm staying in the church for one night, not a clergyman."

   "Friend of Pastor Zeis. So, you were also in tonight's fight?" Krill realized that, and hurriedly asked Laylen for more information: "Have you seen the whole process?"

The gray-robed acoly next to him answered for him: "We were in the grocery room on the second floor of the church and heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground at the end of the corridor. It didn't take long for the sound of fighting to be heard in the hall."

   "The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground?" Creel was a little puzzled: "Did these demons force their way in from outside the church?"

   "No, these demons all appeared through the portal, maybe the Chaos believers have set up a magic circle in advance"

Lailun took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from falling into a drowsy state, and continued: "I guess, they forcibly opened the demon portal through self-sacrifice, so that the Chaos Demon Realm was connected to the mortal world in a short time. These demons To be able to live in the mortal world for a while."

  Lairen reminded in a low voice: "Perhaps, the demon that Lord Leif saw was also caused by this group of Chaos believers, who belong to the same Chaos sect."

   "Lord Leif. Chaos Sect" Captain Krill pondered for a while, then suddenly remembered something, his eyes fixed on Laylen and said solemnly: "How did you know about that?"

"I said, I'm a friend of Pastor Zeis, and he commissioned me to deliver the relics from the church to the lord's castle tomorrow, but just now." Lailen shook his head: "The incident happened suddenly, and the top priority is to find Zeyi as soon as possible. Pastor S, make sure the relic is not taken away."

  "Hmm" Krill agreed. For some reason, the man in front of him gave him a feeling of trust.

   He immediately summoned church soldiers, searched every room, looking for priests and other survivors, and set up guard posts outside the church to prevent Chaos believers from attacking again.

   "The wounds on your body make it difficult to fight with demons."

"Of course." Lailun's face was very haggard, the pain made his senses a little numb, and his face was unnaturally pale, and the corners of his mouth were barely raised: "Pain and torture, fortunately, the power of demons will continue to weaken in the mortal world, otherwise, That Khorne bull was enough to cut me in half with one blow before he died."

   The two soldiers who were supporting him looked at each other as if they had heard something big.

  Clear's expression was also very exciting, and he asked suspiciously: "You mean, you killed that bloodthirsty bull?"

  Lyren nodded.

   How old is the man in front of him? It seems that he is not even twenty-five years old, and Kriel has the strength of the elite, and he dare not say that he can kill a bloodthirsty bull while surrounded by demons, and still survive.

   "Brother Lallen is my lord's chosen one!" The gray-robed acolyte next to him added: "He can use the power of the twin-tailed comet, and the holy hammer that my lord bestowed upon him!"

   "My Lord's Hammer?"

   The two soldiers beside Lallen's eyes widened. They suddenly felt that they were not carrying a man who was too weak to speak, but a statue.

   "Are you really. The Chosen One?" Krill recalled the words of the paladin before he passed out, his tone a little uncertain.

  Lyren glanced at him without answering the question directly.

The top chief of the city defense of Bray Town was a little uncertain. Looking at Laren in front of him, it was difficult for Krill to think that he was a strong man enough to do such a feat. Down there, it's hard not to believe.

   At this moment, there was an unusual noise from the upper floors of the church, and the top commander reacted instantly and ordered loudly: "Everyone is on guard! Each team forms a formation!"

  Lyren raised his head and looked in a certain direction on the third floor of the church, with a bad premonition in his heart.

   He immediately reminded: "We must go up, Captain Krill, Pastor Zeis may be in danger."

  Clear's face was tensed, and after looking back at Laren, he drew his long sword, and the sound of weapons being unsheathed in the hall for a while: "Everyone, form a formation, and go to the third floor of the church!"

   For a while, the sound of neat footsteps slowly sounded above the floor.

  The corpses of men in black on the second floor of the church were interspersed with several bloodletters. The demon's pupils were no longer blood red, and the corridors exuded a strong smell of blood.

  Above the stairs leading to the third floor of the church, the shallow blood-colored mist gradually drifted down, and several sword and shield soldiers at the top of the stairs were holding their shields, at a loss, and the team stopped for a while.

   "What are you doing standing still? Keep going up!" Seeing this, an adjutant immediately pushed forward and scolded the sword and shield soldiers.

  Under the command of the commander, the soldiers walked up uneasy, everything was unknown in the blood-colored mist, and there was a smell of fishy sweetness lingering on the tip of the nose.

   They didn't notice that they were naked, and there were several red and purple marks on the face and hands that were in contact with the blood-colored mist.

   "Wait!" Lallen suddenly shouted.

  , the team was divided into two parts from the middle and gave way. With the help of Lutherhus, Laylen rushed to the front of the team, and several sword and shield soldiers stopped again.

   "What are you doing?!" The adjutant glared at Lallen. Because of Krill's presence, the adjutant held back his scolding: "Get out of here quickly!"

   "Cough cough." Laylen resisted the pain in his chest and continued: "There is chaos corrosion in these remaining blood-colored mists, and as long as it is contaminated a little, it will affect the mind."

   After some reminders from him, the soldiers couldn't help but panic and kept away from the fog.

   "Cough. You back up first." Laylen looked extremely weak, and with the help of Lutherhus, he stood up and waved back, signaling the soldiers to take a few steps back.

   "What on earth are you going to do?"

  Clear also stepped forward and looked at Leren, but didn't make a sound to stop it.

  Lyren examined the thin magical wind in his body, barely enough to support a few minutes of Flare.

   He secretly said in his heart: This is a good opportunity to increase the piety value, once the dazzling art is illuminated, isn't it true that he is the identity of the Sigma God's choice?

  Lyren closed his eyes, pondered for a while, and pretended to stand at the front of the team, muttering something in his mouth.

   Everyone was staring at him with curiosity on their faces, and Krill couldn't help but approached him a little bit.

  Seeing that it was almost time, Lailun slowly opened his eyes, stretched out a palm, and said in an orderly manner: "In the name of Sigmar, grant me strength."

   glanced at Kriel silently, and recalled the Flare Art from his mind.

   He said very sincerely: "Holy Light."

   Just then, a miracle happened.

  A milky white light ball appeared in the middle of his palm, shining brilliantly, illuminating the entire corridor.

   All the soldiers present widened their eyes.

   "He is really my Lord God's Chosen!"

   "The power of my lord!"

   Several soldiers were devout believers of the Sigma Church. Seeing this scene, they knelt on the spot, tears welling up in their eyes.

   This is a miracle!

   appeared in front of himself, a real miracle!

   "You pinch my face, is that true?" The soldier who had just supported Laylen said to his companion next to him.

  His companion ignored him, staring straight at Lallen, his eyes full of awe and admiration.

"This, this," the adjutant who glared at Lallen was even more sluggish, his eyes staring blankly at Lallen's palm, only the white light in his pupils, he opened his mouth, pinched his face, and swallowed hard. A mouthful of saliva.

   The system panel that only Laron can see keeps popping up.

  【+1 piety】

  【+1 piety】

  【+1 piety】

   Looking at the skyrocketing piety value, Lallen sighed happily, and it was no use to fight the Khorne demon!

   Just one public "appearance" added nearly 150 points of piety to Lallen.

  Lairen increased the consumption of the Flare Technique, the mask range was able to cover the entire corridor, and the blood-colored mist was gradually dispersed and disappeared by the milky white light.

After    lasted for more than ten seconds, the magical wind reserves in Lallen's body also reached the limit.

  Laylen silently observed the crowd's reaction: "It's time to end."

   Then he turned his palm, and the milky white light ball disappeared immediately, turning into light spots scattered around everyone.

  This performance really took all of Laren's strength. Suddenly, his eyes turned black and he fell to the ground. Several soldiers around quickly stepped forward to help him up. Krill was also shocked and hurried forward.

   All the doubts in his heart were resolved, and in his heart Laren was the real Sigmar's choice, representing the will of the former emperor to return to the empire.

   Just based on the scene just now, Krill can swear that he has never seen such power in more than 40 years, soothing his soul from the bottom of his heart.

   "Now we can move on." Lailen said weakly, feeling a little out of strength at the moment, and any dagger could kill him.

   "What are you still doing!" Claire ordered loudly: "Go on!"

   This time, the adjutant took the lead and walked in the forefront with a shield, seemingly repenting for what he had done just now.

  The soldiers just woke up from the miracle just now, and they kept up with each other, but the eyes they looked at Laren became more and more reverent.

   No one noticed Laron's smile.

   Ask for tickets and collections!

   Something is late today, I will make up for it tomorrow.

   (end of this chapter)