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Chapter 260: Fierce Fight in the Alley

Noveden, Nikola set off for New Nurent at 9:50 in the morning.

Hauser sat in the first carriage, closed his eyes and thought about the route he would take next.

He was on edge the whole morning, fearing that something might happen to Nicholas and his invention when they came out of the manor.

Fortunately, everything went well. In another half an hour, the convoy would completely leave the outskirts of Noviden and drive onto the road connecting Calder County and New Newland.

What he was most worried about during the two-day drive was losing timely contact with the outside world...

Just as Hauser was thinking about it, he felt the carriage slowly slowing down, and after a few seconds it stopped completely.

Huh? This is different from the previous plan.

He suddenly opened his eyes, clenched the weapon in the carriage, carefully opened the curtain a little to look around, and the sheriff who was sitting in the front seat acting as the coachman was gone.

The street in front of us was not on the planned route, there was an ambush! These guys actually chose to attack in Novidon City!
Hauser quickly huddled back into the carriage.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three gunshots were heard, and three holes appeared immediately where Hauser had been, with wood chips flying everywhere. Hauser took out a bright red flag from under his seat and waved it towards the glass behind him.

Flag signal! This was something he and his men had discussed before coming here.

Seeing that Hauser's first carriage stopped and waved a red flag representing danger, several capable men behind him took action separately. Some commanded the carriages to surround the No. 3 regiment where Nicholas was.

Some people fired flares into the sky to call for support from the Royal Navy, while others specifically untied the ropes between the horses and the carriages to place the horses in a safe position to prevent the horses from being frightened and causing further chaos in subsequent battles.

As expected, they were well-trained. Facing the black-robed cultists shooting on both sides of the street, the sheriff and the royal guards still held their positions, using the outermost carriages as cover to cross fire back.

The purpose this time was to protect Nicholas, not to wipe out the pagans. This was a strategy that Hauser had decided long ago. The people behind him were all veterans who had experienced many battles, and they carried out the pre-war deployment plan with extraordinary calmness.

only……

Looking out of the car window, Hauser found that these believers in black robes seemed to have been inspired or brainwashed in some way, and each of them was fearless of death.

Seeing that they had lost the angle after the first round of shooting, many of them dropped their guns, drew their knives, and rushed into the street attempting close combat.

The streets were narrow and the buildings on both sides were not far from the carriages. The pagans relied on human wave tactics and fought their way out by stepping on the corpses of their companions.

Hauser in the carriage had a blank expression on his face, still giving orders by means of flag signals in his hands.

I saw several parabolas rising from the carriage, and several iron lumps were thrown from the top of the carriage into the crowd of pagans.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise. This time the Royal Guards were equipped with grenadiers, who were most effective in dealing with such groups of enemies. With the support of the grenadiers, the pagans' charge was effectively stopped.

In just a few minutes, the streets were filled with smoke and dozens of corpses were left behind, but Hauser in the carriage still did not dare to be careless. The convoy was still in the enemy's ambush circle, and how to break out was a problem.

He once again opened the curtain and looked forward, and found a man in a black robe walking into the street with confidence.

Immediately, seven or eight gunshots were heard, and the bullets hit the man in black robe, causing him to stagger backward. One bullet even pierced through his hood, revealing a bald head covered with tattoos.

Those tattoos seemed to have life at this moment. They squeezed into the bullet holes like wriggling worms and crawled into the flesh that had been pierced. Under the influence of the tattoos, the bullets shot into the body were pushed out one by one.

Along with the bullet, there were also lumps of gel-like liquid that fell to the ground. Wordsworth had a calm expression. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and raised his hands high, muttering something.

This crazy attitude made the sheriffs in the convoy panic. They didn't know whether to continue shooting or take him down at close range.

Hauser broke out in a cold sweat, he knew that the other party must be calling on some mysterious power. As a senior official of the Public Security Bureau, he had heard some rumors about gods.

This is an unspeakable and inexplicable supernatural force. Isn't it time for the investigators to take action?

But Hauser was the person in charge carefully selected by the royal family after all. After a brief daze and hesitation, he still gave orders by waving the flag and continued to hold his position. Although the other party chose to attack in Noviden by surprise, it was somewhat underestimating them. A Royal Navy force of several hundred people was just outside the city. As long as they held on for a few more minutes, support would arrive immediately.

Wordsworth on the street wanted a quick victory.

After chanting the spell, he prostrated himself on the ground, drew out the sharp knife in his hand and nailed his right hand to the ground. There was no cry of pain and no blood oozing out, because his blood had been mixed with the sacrifices during the previous mass.

At this time, he is no longer an ordinary believer in the Father God. The power of the gods will come to the world through his body.

Behind Wordsworth's neck, a slender, spindle-shaped spike protruded from under the skin. If you look closely, you can see that there is a face vaguely on the spike, a face of Wordsworth himself.

His life was temporarily handed over to the Father God for safekeeping, and his original body was fortunate enough to become the carrier of the Father God.

Under the right hand that was pierced by the sharp knife, ripples appeared. The soil on the street seemed to have life, unscientifically spewing twisting flesh granulations upwards, and the soil granulations began to slowly change color.

From the initial yellowish brown color, it gradually became transparent, like turbid lake water.

The sheriffs hiding behind the shelter of the carriage were surprised to find that the ground had disappeared and was replaced by a shallow area of ​​turbid lake water.

The surrounding houses and buildings disappeared, replaced by a long, low earth slope. This was no longer a street in Novedon, but an unknown river valley. And the nightmare was not over yet.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, the turbid lake water splashed, and heavy artillery fire came and exploded around the carriage.

Fortunately, Wordsworth's followers had not received formal artillery training, and even though they set up the artillery, they still lacked accuracy, and in fact only a few shells exploded in the center of the carriage.

Even so, it caused great confusion and panic to the escort team.

The originally solid cover formation was full of loopholes. The believers in the illusion of the gods had bloodshot eyes. They knew that the Father God was watching them and the time had come to prove their piety and faith.

More and more believers rushed into the streets. They jumped onto carriages and used the cover of artillery fire and the power granted by God to engage in close combat with the sheriffs.

At this point, Hauser's use of flag signals to issue orders would have little effect.

He kicked open the back door of the carriage, joined the chaotic fight with a saber in one hand and a pistol in the other. There was no strategy at all, it was just a contest of morale and will.

As expected of an elite figure in the Sheriff's Department, Hauser had quick wit at the critical moment. He gathered a few of his favorite men and rushed towards carriage No. 5. Several of them covered each other as if they were determined to protect each other to the death.

This abnormal behavior really attracted the attention of the believers. Their goal was not to kill all the escorting sheriffs. They seemed to have only one order in their minds: find Nicholas and kill him!

The believers slowly cut a hole in carriage number 5. Ignoring Hauser and his men's sabers and bullets, the believers climbed into the carriage only to find that it was empty.

"what!"

In the illusion of the lake, an indescribable horrible scream suddenly came from the bottom of the lake. The scream seemed to come from the bottom of the lake, and a huge shadow appeared under the feet of the horse team.

Some huge monster was about to appear, and the sound alone made many sheriffs cover their ears.

It's not that their cochleas can't stand the stimulation of abnormal decibels, but the distorted knowledge contained in the sound is destroying their will.

They seemed to foresee their own death in the near future, the spikes piercing their bodies, and their dead flesh being endlessly desecrated.

They will stand up again after becoming corpses, knocking on their own doors with sharp blades in their hands, and then indiscriminate slaughter will befall their families...

Most of the sheriffs had lost the courage to continue fighting. They dropped their weapons and held their heads with their hands. Their pupils trembled and contracted, and vomit and blood spurted out of their mouths.

Wordsworth stood up with difficulty. The situation was already decided. Holding a bloody knife, he led his followers to search the carriages one by one.

Finally, when he kicked open the door of carriage No. 3, Wordsworth saw a middle-aged man huddled in a corner with his hat pulled down and a mask on.

"Green decay will surely come, and the revelation of God the Father will be seen in dreams."

In the devout praise, Wordsworth stabbed Nicholas' chest with the sharp knife in his hand. He tore off the mask on Nicholas' face and could see his unwilling and desperate expression before his death.

It’s just that expression… it’s too real, like a creature’s purest fear of the passing of life before it dies.

Gradually, gray hair began to grow on Nicholas' face, like mouse fur, and his body began to shrink.

When Wordsworth picked up the knife again, he found that there was a gray mouse nailed to it!

Hmm!? Forbidden spells?
He kicked open the wooden box next to the fake Nicholas, and inside it was full of golden...wind-up toys!
There was a piece of paper in the clockwork toad's mouth. When he opened it, he saw a line of small words.

"Just for fun."

Before Wordsworth could lose his temper, a loud explosion was heard. It was the sound of artillery. The lake water under his feet trembled slightly. The support of the Royal Navy had arrived.

Wordsworth stuffed the clockwork toad and the note into his pocket and reluctantly gave the order to retreat.

The illusion of the lake gradually disappeared, and Wordsworth could see the flags of the Royal Navy in the distance. He sneered and led the remaining believers to retreat along the street. Every time they passed an ordinary house, they dragged the residents out and tied them up with ropes and pulled them behind them.

This was also one of the reasons why he chose to start the war in Noveden. He had hostages in hand and could mediate with the authorities when retreating.

The Royal Navy commander was also a clear-headed man. On the one hand, he sent part of his troops to follow the pagans and rescue the hostages, while the other part quickly guarded the convoy and confirmed Nicholas's situation.

"Mr. Hauser, how is Nicholas?"

The naval commander sounded anxious. If anything happened to Nikola, this deployment would be a complete failure.

"Nikola is not in the car..."

Hauser was in good condition at this time. In fact, the casualties of the entire escort convoy were better than he expected. The other party was coming for Nicholas and had no extra time to massacre them, the sheriffs.

When Wordsworth stabbed the sharp knife into Nicholas' chest, he felt completely hopeless, but when he saw that the real Nicholas was not in the car, he finally let go of the stone in his heart.

At the same time, a question arises: where did the real Nicholas go?

I have to revise today’s second chapter a bit and will post it later. You can all go to sleep first. I guarantee you’ll be able to read it tomorrow morning.

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