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Looking at the corpses that gradually turned into coke, the Cylon girl with a long sword sneered.

Subsequently.

Shadows fall.

It is a steel flying dragon that has undergone Atas's transformation surgery.

This kind of mechanical unit has been strengthened in all aspects in terms of breath, flexibility, speed and firepower. The muzzle extending from the abdomen is red hot, and it is still emitting green smoke.

"Record this matter and report it to the Military and Political Department, and we will continue to patrol!"

The girl patted the steel dragon's head.

He ordered the subordinates behind him.

After completing the record and successfully sending it back to the headquarters, the group disappeared into the desert night and continued with the mission.

……

"What, you said that the collection of spirit bone crystals on the José wasteland has been hindered?"

Twelve trading city-states, the city of forging, the city of haze.

Cardinal Nubaton stood on the highest tower in the city, with his hands behind his back, looking at the black towers and the magnificent arsenal in the forging city.

after hearing the news.

The archbishop's mood suddenly became very bad.

The task entrusted to him by the Pope has not officially started, but he has already encountered such a trouble, how should he complete the subsequent plan?

Nubaton frowned, and his face became more and more ferocious.

Seeing him like this, the secretary behind him who was in charge of reporting the news was even more frightened and quickly bowed his head, not daring to breathe.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Nubaton walked back and forth on the black stone floor with his hands behind his back.

He said solemnly, "Report this matter to the Pope, let him prepare reinforcements, and at the same time mobilize troops from the trading city-states, and continue to exert pressure. This matter will be handed over to Archbishop Kullman, who is very powerful. , and is good at battle formations, he is the most suitable for this kind of thing."

"As ordered!"

The secretary in black saluted and was about to leave.

But Nubaton suddenly stopped him and asked, "Is there any other news from the trading city-state?"

"There is really something to say."

The secretary in black thought for a while, and hurriedly said, "The Valkyrie seems to have appeared near the city of Prince, because the construction plan of the spiritual bone tower consumes a lot of resources and manpower. Peasant uprisings broke out in some cities, and there is a spiritual bone exploration force Reported that he saw undead in the forest, but no conflict broke out between the two sides."

"Valkyrie... what is she doing here, but it can be regarded as a force that can be used."

Hearing these news, Nubaton felt a little headache.

"Then let's do this first, remember to prepare a copy of the black dragon's information for me later, I want to study it."

"Yes!"

The secretary general in black let out a sigh of relief.

There was some sweat on his pale forehead, but he didn't know if it was because the temperature in the forging city was relatively hot, or because it was too stressful to be around the archbishop.

===Chapter 319 The Real World (Second Update Request Subscription)===

"Prince City is an agricultural city, and the food produced in it will be supplied to the surrounding city-states and even the holy mountains."

"The aristocrats of the city are mainly those farmers who make a handsome profit by hiring farmers to work their land.

Among the twelve trading city-states, although Prince City's geographical location is somewhat remote, its environment is quite good and its products are abundant. It is really good to regard this as the first stop of our journey. "

Brunhill and his maid walked on the smooth and open road.

On both sides are wide farmlands.

Although it is spring at this moment, the climate in Prince City is humid and warm. The ears of rice in the fields are undulating and stretching as far as the eye can see. The scenery is as Medes said, quite good.

"The city gate has arrived."

The little maid took a deep breath and looked at the huge city surrounded by wooden walls in the distance.

Among the holy mountains.

Although I have seen many exquisite gardens.

But this is the first time I have seen such a vast farmland with endless ears of rice.

It just rained last night, and the earthy fragrance in the air was so sweet to Medes.

Brunhill is also in a good mood. She has gone to the holy mountain to perform many missions, but each time she travels in a hurry. Now that she has calmed down and traveled, she realizes that there are still many good things in life.

The walls of Prince City are not that tall.

After all, this place belongs to the rear, basically there will be no danger, and the city wall is to guard against wild animals and refugees.

But oddly enough.

This time, sentry towers were erected on the wooden city walls.

There were also quite a few crusaders patrolling, and many of them were holding guns. Their black muzzles were aimed at the forest in the distance. The gates of the city were tightly closed, and no one came in or out. The atmosphere seemed oppressive and tense.

"Did something bad happen in this city?"

Brunshire frowned.

I am on guard in my heart.

Fortunately, the news of the Valkyrie's travels finally began to spread among the trading cities.

The sharp-eyed sentinel on the city wall was the first to discover the Valkyrie. He quickly waved the flag to convey the news. Not long after, the gate of the city wall was lowered by a noose, and a group of fat farmers and nobles in brocade clothes came from the city. get out.

A flattering smile appeared on his oily face.

Come to me.

Among the crowd, the fattest man in purple brocade clothes took a step forward, knelt at the foot of the Valkyrie with some difficulty, and said respectfully:

"I have met you, my lord. I am Decathlon, the lord of Prince City. It is a pleasant surprise to meet you."

With that said, Decathlon stretched out his hand, wanting to kiss the back of Brunhill's hand.

Unfortunately.

A look of disgust flashed across Brunshire's face.

She pretended that she didn't see it, and the city owner Decathlon didn't feel embarrassed, and his face was still full of smiles, "We have arranged a good banquet for you, if you can come to participate, it will be a great honor..."

Decathlon spoke, and the surrounding nobles also agreed.

The originally serious atmosphere at the scene has also become much more cheerful, just like entering a circus.

Brunhill originally wanted to ask about the sentries on the city wall and the weapons aimed at the forest, but now is obviously not the right time.

She could only swallow her doubts for the time being, and nodded slightly. As a nobleman, it would be quite rude to refuse the invitation of the local host on this occasion, and Brunshire could only reluctantly agree. .

"Great, great!"

Decathlon was ecstatic, rubbing his hands, his two small eyes seemed to be buried in the flesh.

"The Valkyrie of the Holy Mountain is willing to attend my banquet. If this news can be spread, the nobles in other cities will envy me..."

Decathlon leads the way.

The Valkyries, surrounded by the crowd and the crusaders, followed Decathlon into the city.

Step through the city gate.

After seeing the scene inside, Brunhill was shocked by the drastic difference between the environment inside and outside the city.

The outer city area near the city wall is obviously a place where civilians live, the houses are dilapidated, and occasionally some refugees in ragged clothes can be seen.On the contrary, the streets of the city look quite clean, even with precious rose petals sprinkled on them, and there is no foul smell as expected.

but…

When Brunhill looked around.

It can be clearly seen that many houses have been forcibly demolished.

Some old people and children in shabby clothes sat numbly in the ruins. They were obviously at a loss when they saw Decathlon and others.

And those crusaders had already come to them one step ahead, holding guns and sticks in their hands, using astonishing roars and merciless force to expel these homeless wanderers.

The Valkyrie sighed, but didn't hold back.

Keep going.

The street has become much wider, and the surrounding houses have changed from straw adobe to cleaner stone houses.

Perhaps he had heard the news of the arrival of the Valkyrie. When Brunhill passed a corner, a large number of sloppily dressed refugees ran out from all around.

The Valkyrie was only wearing ordinary white nun clothes, but the astonishing beauty and heroism still made these refugees scream and cry. Fragments that can hardly be called clothes, some people don't even have clothes, and the exposed bodies are emaciated and covered with dirt.

At this time, the air was only about ten degrees, and many people were shivering in the cold wind, but no one moved a step.

same.

When the Valkyrie passed in front of them.

These poor people also knelt down and worshiped. Some even took out the last bit of humble belongings on their bodies and tried to throw them towards the place where the Valkyrie walked.

Given their state, this may be the last of their possessions.

The endless suffering in this life makes these people regard religion as their last bit of spiritual comfort, and they are even willing to give their all for this.

suddenly.

The Valkyrie stopped.

Everyone stopped following her, and their eyes fell on the Valkyrie.

Brunhill squatted down, and then gently picked up a black object from her feet. She didn't know what it was, but she noticed that beside the street, a disheveled woman was showing a frightened expression, and said: He hugged the child tightly in his arms.

The boy's body was so thin that there was hardly any flesh, and his head had become deformed due to long-term malnutrition, with dirty skin clinging tightly to the bones.

Brunhill turned again.

He looked at the nobles and farmers who were wearing brocade clothes beside him, as fat as pigs, with oily faces.

Not only do I have doubts in my heart, are these two groups of people really the same species?

"terribly sorry!"

Decathlon immediately nodded and apologized frantically to the Valkyrie like a frightened rabbit. Sweat ran down his neck and wet the clothes on his body.

"Are your eyes blind! Get rid of all the garbage on both sides of the street!"

Decathlon roared at the soldiers.

The soldiers who knew the trouble started to move one after another, walked towards the refugees with unfriendly expressions, and shouted loudly. The refugees showed terrified expressions on their faces, but they still refused to leave here.

"Please wait!"

Brunshire took a deep breath, and could no longer bear the condemnation brought by his conscience.

The soldiers, farmers, and refugees stopped their movements at the same time, and the air was as silent as if frozen. Brunhill stood there, but it was more dazzling than the sun, and his moving face shone with unquestionable majesty.

"My lord, you..." Decathlon swallowed and asked in a low voice.

But the Valkyrie didn't care, and went straight to the unkempt woman, bent down, and spread her palm, and the black thing lay quietly in the white palm of the Valkyrie.

in stark contrast.

The woman was so frightened that she didn't dare to move. She was short and thin, and when she stood in front of Brunhill, she looked quite at a loss, her lips squirmed, she didn't know what to say, and she didn't know where to put her eyes. There.

Instead, it was the child in her arms.

It seemed that hunger defeated fear after all, he reached out and grabbed the black ball, and then put it in his mouth with gusto and began to chew.

"Is this, food?"

Brun Hill spoke with some difficulty, and paused in the middle.

"Yes…"

The little woman finally came to her senses, and hurriedly flattered her, "This is the relief ration given to us by the church. Thanks to the lord, we can have something to eat and live on. There are still people out there who are not satisfied."

"These dumplings are made of grains and vegetables. They don't look good, but they taste good, and we eat them a lot."